Miss Americana and The Chief's Tight End

You Win Some, You Lose Some.

*set after Taylor and Travis get home from greenbay*

"Just who I've been waiting to see" she says as Travis steps through the door, looking so small and defeated for someone his size.

He looks up and notices her, propped up on the kitchen counter, with nothing on but her black matching set. Instantly his eyes darken as he takes in the sight before him, looking her up and down, and undressing her with his eyes.

"How nice of you to leave my dinner on the counter for me" he laughs, dropping his bags and rushing over to her. "How much do you value being able to walk straight?" He says before kissing along her jawline.

"I've never been a huge fan" she breathes "and besides, I've got nowhere to go. Do as you please."

"That's all the confirmation I needed, now would you prefer to help me blow off some steam right here on the counter, or should I take you to the bedroom so I can properly have my way with you tonight....and maybe tomorrow." He's kissing down her collarbone now. His attention to detail, while kissing every single exposed inch of skin his lips come in to contact with, is something she'll have to revisit with pen and paper at her piano later.

"Whatever you want, wherever you want, tonight's all about you, Trav. I just wanna help you feel better." She pulls back to look in his eyes. She's written so much about those already, the perfect blend of hazel and green, usually so warm and inviting, but right now they're hungry, begging to devour her.

Slowly though, she watches them soften as her words sink in, "if this is what I get to come home to when I lose, I might have to start dropping a few more passes." He chuckles.

"Hey hey now, let's not get too carried away now," she giggles "just take me to bed, lover boy"

He quickly obliges, as he scoops her up off the counter and makes his way to the stairs. She wraps her legs around him and throws her head back laughing as he takes the stairs two at a time.

"Something funny?" He questions, as he lays her down on the mattress and kneels in front of her.

His velvet bedroom voice made her body flood with heat. He captured her lips, more demanding this time, and pulled her against him. The heady sensation of his kiss made her weak. His lips seared a path down her neck.

She helped him take her bra off, tossing it aimlessly behind them. His hungry gaze dropped from her eyes to her shoulders and then slowly, down to her chest, taking her all in. It was the same way he'd looked at her the first time they did this, and god she hoped he never stopped. This time, the nerves were long gone and she had nothing to hide, confident and sure of what she was offering him.

"Beautiful," he said, snapping her out of her inner monologue, "you look good enough to eat."

He bowed his head and took each rosy nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. Her senses reeled as if short-circuited. She couldn't help the groan that escaped her lips.

"That good?" He asks, looking up at her

"Yes." She arched against him, burying her hands in his soft hair, "So fucking good."

He continued showering her breasts with hot kisses, tantalizing and teasing her nipples, which were swollen to their fullest. All the while, his cool hands explored her body, sliding over her stomach and curling over her hips. Her heart turned over when his hands moved lower. He slowly slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her thighs, his mouth following them down.

His lips trailed at her ankles, her calves, the backs of her thighs, making her weak. No man had ever bothered to touch or kiss me in those places before, but he never left an inch of her unexplored.