Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

the very first night (pt 2)

As soon as I'd pulled him into my room and closed the door, Travis took my face in his hands and kissed me. The way his lips claimed mine made my fingers tremble. His kiss promised so much more, promising a night I'd never forget. I stretched up on my toes, making the kiss last as long as I possibly could. No one had ever kissed me so passionately before, no one had ever kissed me like they'd never get enough.

"Can I?" Travis murmured against my lips, tucking his fingers around the hem of my little dress.

"Yes." I breathed, aching for him to slide my clothes up over my head. Aching for him to touch me.

Travis slowly started to ease my dress up my thighs, making me shiver. His gaze remained on mine as he lifted my dress up over my hips, my waist, my stomach, and then my chest. I went to lift my arms, intending to help him, and then the dress got stuck on something. Travis tugged on it gently and then looked down, frowning.

"Sorry, this isn't romantic." He sighed, unable to untangle me as I giggled, my arms stuck above my head. "This isn't exactly how I wanted this to go."

"It's okay." I whispered, still giggling a little. It was actually kind of adorable, and pretty funny. "What's it stuck on?"

"Umm." Travis peered down. "I can't tell. Can I?" He reached for the side of my bra and I nodded. Slowly, he slipped his fingers around my side and brushed the side of my bra. I shivered at the light touch and he pulled back. "Sorry." Travs quickly apologized.

"No." I quickly shook my head. "It felt nice." Travis smiled to himself, his hands finding the thin lace again.

"It's just a piece of wire sticking out." He told me, managing to unhook it and lifting my dress the rest of the way over my head. Travis placed it on the chair in the corner of my room and then grabbed my arm as I started to lower it. "Careful, you'll scratch your arm."

I nodded, and he let go of my arm. Reaching over, I probed my fingers along the side of my bra until I found the wire sticking out. To be fair, it was a pretty old bra, so I wasn't mad about it being ruined. When I looked up, I saw Travis watching me, his eyes trained on my chest. Unable to help myself, I burst out laughing. He was so sweet and caring, but he was still just a guy.

"What?" Travis blinked, eyes raising to meet mine.

"Nothing." I stopped laughing and reached behind my back. Travis' eyes widened slightly as I unhooked my bra, letting it fall away from my chest as the straps slid down my arms. "Here." I whispered, placing it in his hand.

"You don't want me to put this on do you?" Travis blinked, and I exploded into giggles again.

"No!" I shook my head. "I can't wear it anymore, and you seem like a sentimental kind of person." Leaning in, I pressed a kiss to his cheek by his ear. "You keep it." I murmured, and Travis chuckled. "It's something to remind you of tonight."

"I'll treasure it." He told me, and I grinned.

"Can I?" I asked, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Travis nodded, dipping his chin to kiss me as I started gently undoing the buttons one at a time, exposing the muscled skin of his chest and stomach. Then I pushed the shirt back over his shoulders and it dropped to the ground. Travis caught it, placing both it and my bra onto the chair. I let my eyes dip down for a moment while he wasn't looking, appreciating the glorious sight of his body. How was he real?

"You're staring." He told me without looking up.

"You're beautiful." I blurted out, and his head snapped up to meet my gaze. "You're so beautiful..." I started to say again, but he kissed me before I could finish. Stumbling back a step, I placed my hands on either side of his neck and rose up on my tiptoes.