Taylor and Travis Oneshots

Thanksgiving Part 3

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"Good night guys." Ed yells, as Travis and Taylor leave the family living room slowly. It is now 11:30 pm in Missouri. It's the typical pre- Thanksgiving Wednesday. Everyone is so stuffed at the end of the day, that the thought of turkey and more pie on the next day seems impossible.

Taylor slowly walks upstairs, as Travis quickly disappears in the bathroom. As soon as Taylor arrives at the bedroom, she takes off her cardigan and searches in her bag for a top to sleep in. As soon as she finds it, she throws it over her head. 

In that moment, Travis enters the lit guest room. "God, I'm never gonna let your mom force me to eat so much cake again. I bet I gained ten pounds today." he says and checks his phone. 

Taylor looks at him sarcastically. "Sometimes I'm not quite sure If I married a guy or a woman." she says as he laughs slowly and walks up to her.

"Well, you're the one that's popping out these babies, not me." He counters and casually places his hands on her bump.

"Speaking of popping..." Taylor says and stands up. "I'm gonna take a quick shower babe. And then I really need sex, okay?" she says casually as she grabs her toilet bag. 

Travis bursts out laughing. "When did we become so unromantic, babe?" He asks his wife. 

She smirks too as he stands up."Come on, we're married and I'm pregnant and I have needs." she says, as he wraps his arms around her waist.

"I know you do darling, but..." he says quietly and kisses her forehead. "as much as I love you, there's no way I'm gonna fuck you in my mom's house. With your family here. And my family here. Not to mention our 3 nieces who do NOT need to be hearing anything."

She looks at him in shock, but he just smirks at her innocently. "But...why?" she says, a little too loud. 

Travis laughs, places his finger in front of his lips and signals her to be a little more quiet. "Do you want Wyatt, Jason or any of the others to be part of this conversation or.."

"No, Travis. Don't try to change the subject.." she interrupts him. "And don't act like you care if someone hears us. Come on. We had sex in your locker room once. Patrick walked in on us. I'm not buying this from you." she says a little offended and crosses her arms while being wrapped in his. She looks seriously pissed.

"Taylor, I'm sorry but I mean it. I know you and I know that you.." he tries to think of the right way to say this, but fails as soon as he starts a pause.

"What?" she asks grumpily. 

He bites his lip. "That you cannot really be quiet in bed.. which.. which is something I love, and you know that." he tries to save his own ass. "But, what I'm trying to say is that I really don't wanna risk that our family hears us or makes embarrassing comments tomorrow. You don't want that too." he says, but her face hasn't softened.

"I can be quiet, you know." she says with crossed arms and Travis bursts out in a short laugh. He kisses her forehead gently.

"Baby, you can't. You know I love to make love to you, but not tonight. Okay?" he asks, caressing and kissing her forehead again and again. Taylor groans.

"Okay." she grumbles and frees herself from his arms. He knows exactly that she's a little scathed now, but she'll get over it.

"Hey, do I get a kiss?" he says, a little shocked as she just walks towards the door.

"I'm not gonna kiss you in your mom's house Travis. Someone could hear us." she counters and winks at him. Travis falls onto the bed and laughs a little. He just got beaten with his own weapons.