Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

strike a pose

a.n this one was HIGHLY requested and it was pretty far down on my list but i bumped it up for you naughty people who just couldn't wait to see tnt make a movie of their own
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Travis' POV

"Hey babe?" Taylor asked, and I glanced up to see her looking over at me. She was searching through some of the boxes of her childhood things that her mom had dropped over and had paused, sitting back on her knees. "Do you have some double a batteries?"

"Yeah, how many do you need?" I closed my computer and got up from my desk immediately. 

"I can get them." Taylor insisted. "I just wanted to know where they were before I searched randomly all over the place." I smiled at her as I walked over to where she was kneeling, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Two." She whispered, taking the hint. I knew she could do it herself, but part of my love language was doing things for her even if they were unnecessary. She knew that.

"Okay, I'll be right back." I told her, turning for the door.

"Thank you!" I heard her call after me, and smiled to myself.

When I got back to the office with two batteries, Taylor had stacked a bunch of books from the boxes against the wall and was pulling other things out to look at. I smiled as I watched her, loving how much she adored looking back over her childhood things. She had been so happy when her mom dropped them over and had immediately brought them into the office to look over everything. She was like a kid in a candy store; absolutely adorable.

"Here you go." I eventually said, walking over and placing the batteries in her hand when she turned around. 

"Thanks." Taylor grinned at me, and I went to sit back down at the desk. I started working again, and a moment later, a flash caught my attention. I glanced up to see my girlfriend pointing a little camera at me, grinning mischievously. She winked. "It works." 

"Oh does it?" I raised an eyebrow at her, and she giggled. "Alright, let me take one of you then." Taylor passed the camera over as I got up, flipping her hair over her shoulder and tilting her chin up as I pointed it at her. The flash went off and I glanced down at the screen. "Very cute." I told her, turning it around so she could see the picture. She stretched up on her knees to see it better and than wrinkled her nose.

"Why didn't you tell me my part was wonky?" She gasped, jumping to her feet and rushing over to the mirror, ducking her head and fiddling with the way her hair lay.

"Maybe because I didn't notice." I told her, and she made a face at me in the mirror. "I'm sorry baby, from now on I'll strive to always tell you when your part is wonky."

"You're making fun of me." Taylor pouted at me in the mirror. With a wink, I lifted the camera and snapped a perfect picture of the way she pouted her lips at me. It was fucking adorable. Raising her eyebrows, Taylor stopped picking at her hair and slowly turned around. "Making a photo album?"

"That is a great idea." I snapped another picture and she giggled. "Come on gorgeous, strike a pose for me. You're a model right?" I teased.

"Vogue baby." She grinned at me, lifting one arm and placing it on top of her head before shooting the camera a seductive look that would have brought every other model in the world to shame. I quickly took another photo, deciding that maybe I would make a photo album out of these after all. It would be one hell of an album. 

Taylor continued posing as I snapped picture after picture, placing her hands on her hips and throwing her hair over her shoulders. God, she was so effortlessly beautiful. A small grin appeared on my face as she pushed her shirt up slightly, exposing the smooth curves of her waist. I quickly took a picture and Taylor giggled again, watching as my eyes focused on her bare skin. I was helpless under her spell, and she fucking knew it. She played into it.