Travis watched Taylor bid farewell to the crowd in Argentina, bowing and blowing them a kiss.
Taylor ran to the tent in Travis's waiting arms, a huge smile spread across her face. "You crushed that baby!", Travis exclaimed, taking her hand and leading her through the tent that led backstage. "Thanks", said Taylor horsey. "Baby, you should rest your voice", warned Travis, Taylor nodding in agreement.
Travis placed his hand on Taylor's thigh gently in the car ride back to the hotel, earning him a dirty smirk from Taylor. "Tay", he warned, but Taylor had already hurled herself on Travis, straddling his lap. "Dang baby, that was hot", said Travis, Taylor placing passionate kisses to his lips. "Mhmm", moaned Taylor softly. Her groggy voice made the moan turn Travis on even more than it usually did. "Damn baby", Travis groaned, Taylor starting to ride him through his clothes. "Baby", Travis moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure.
But a tap on the car door by Taylor's security made Taylor quickly jump off his lap and onto her own seat. "Miss Swift, we've arrived", the security said. "Ok, one second", called Travis for Taylor because she had almost no voice.
Taylor quickly smoothed out her messy hair and cleaned up her messed up lipstick. "How do I look?", whispered Taylor. "You look good baby, but remember, no talking and that includes whispering", said Travis. "And how do I look?", asked Travis.
Taylor laughed, fixing the lip stick that was smeared on his face. Taylor gave him a thumbs up then her eyes drifted down "Oh", she whispered, making Travis notice his erection. "Fuck", he mumbled, trying to conceal it. "I'm sorry", mumbled Taylor. "Shh, not talking. And don't ever apologize for giving Daddy a little ride in public every now and then", said Travis. "Fuck", whispered Taylor, feeling wetness spill out of her. "No talking princess", reminded Travis, getting out of the car first to open the door for Taylor. Taylor smiled, taking his hand as security led them into the hotel.
Taylor took a quick shower to help her vocals, which it did, but Travis still insisted on her not talking.
Taylor was curled up in the bed with one of Travis's huge sweatshirts, enjoying his scent when Travis asked her what she wanted to order from room service. Travis handed her the menu, her pointing to chicken fingers before Travis could finish his question. Travis laughed, calling room service before pulling a tired Taylor into his strong arms. "You're cozy today girlie", observed Travis, placing a kiss on her forehead. Taylor hummed in agreement, nuzzling herself under his touch. Travis turned on Grey's Anatomy, Taylor's comfort show, she felt her eyelids grow heavy.
When a knock sounded at the door, Taylor groaned feeling her big yeti leave to open the door. "I'll be right back baby", laughed Travis, thanking and tipping the hotel worker. "I tipped him $100", said Travis, handing Taylor her chicken fingers. Taylor smiled, taking the food from his hands and mouthing a thank you.
They enjoyed their dinner, switching the TV to Dateline (don't watch alone), Taylor relaxing as the show informed the viewers of the state of the body, describing every gory detail. Travis, on the other hand, held Taylor close, hating to admit that this was not the show for him. Taylor had always had an interest in crime, but Travis was a baby when it came to that.
Taylor picked up that Travis was unsettled, so she turned to him, sticking out her bottom lip, caressing his cheek. "Eat your chicken fingers", he groaned, avoiding eye contact. "It's ok" she mouthed, kissing his lips softly.
As the show progressed, Taylor excused herself from the snuggle to go to the restroom, leaving Travis with a kiss and a squeeze of his hand. "Be brave", she whispered, making Travis turn bright red. Travis couldn't help but smile at the joke though. He always knew he was not put out for murder shows, but he always found it odd that it relaxed women so much.
Travis was scrolling on his phone, the show on mute when he heard a bang from the bathroom. "Tay?", he asked urgently, knocking on the door. Taylor's horse laugh sounded form the bathroom, her opening the door to Travis's concerned face. She held out the cracked hair dryer to Travis, showing him that she only dropped it. "Oh", Travis, said, relieved and embarrassed at the same time. Taylor agreed to turn the show off so Travis would stop being so paranoid, agreeing to call it a night.
"Let me order you some tea for your throat", said Travis, calling room service once more. Taylor nodded, snuggling under the covers waiting for Travis to snuggle her again in the bed. "They said it will be here in about 10 minutes", informed Travis. "Thanks", Taylor whispered, nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck. "Your welcome sweet pea, but don't forget to rest the pretty little voice of yours, ok?", said Travis, pecking her hairline. Taylor nodded.
When room service came with the tea, Taylor groaned feeling Travis leave her yet again. "Thank you so much", smiled Travis, taking the cup from the employee's hand. "Here Tay, take a sip for me baby", said Travis, sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet on the ground. "Snuggles", she mouthed, giving him her best puppy face. "Tay, I promise I will after you take a few sips of this. It will help your throat, I promise", encouraged Travis. Taylor agreed with a sigh, taking sips of the warm liquid. "Does that feel good on your throat?", asked Travis, setting the drink on the bedside table. She nodded, feeling Travis spoon her from behind. "I'm glad baby. Goodnight", he said sleepily, kissing the back of her head and a bit of her neck.
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