Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

a long, hard day

Taylor's POV

My phone started tinkling its alarm sound at me from where it was sitting on the couch and I reached blindly for it, searching until my hands brushed the glass. Picking it up, I silenced the alarm and then grabbed the TV remote, pausing the episode of Friends that I was halfway through. Letting out a sigh, I stretched out my limbs one at a time and then got to my feet, letting the blanket I'd been curled up under fall to the floor.

"Oh I don't think you want to come with me buddy." I crooned to Benji as he hopped down from the couch and pattered after me as I headed towards the bedroom. "You're just a little baby, you don't want to see what Mommy's about to do." He wasn't really a young cat anymore, but he'd always be my baby. I sighed at him as he followed me into the bedroom, jumping up on the bed. "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you." I told him.

Crouching down in front of the big chest of drawers Travis and I shared, I slid open the bottom one and dug around in the little fabric bin on the far left where I kept all of my lingerie and outfits reserved only for the bedroom. I had far more in there than I cared to admit; I made a habit of buying new lingerie for every special occasion since Travis adored it so much. He'd bought me a few sets as well, and I had way more than any woman really needed, but at least I always had options.

After a moment, I settled on a little dark red lacy chemise that did nothing to conceal anything and changed into it. It was tight over my chest, thin straps holding it up and shaping my breasts, making them look fuller. Tugging it down, I smoothed the skirt down over my stomach and thighs, turning to look in the long mirror against the other wall. It was very obvious I wasn't wearing any underwear, something I knew Travis would appreciate. He'd been working so hard lately and today was the first day in a week he'd be home from all the training before dinner, so I'd decided to make tonight a little special. I'd already cooked dinner but put it aside, knowing we'd probably get distracted with other things and get to eating later.

Tugging my hair down out of the chunky bun it had been in all day, I ran my hands through the strands and fluffed it out over my shoulders. Something still didn't look quite right, and I frowned at myself for a long moment before realizing what I needed. Turning on my heel, I went into our ensuite and dug through my makeup drawer until I found a dark red lip stain. Lipstick wasn't a good idea; it'd only get smeared if Travis reacted the way I assumed he would when he saw me. Running the stain over my lips, I painted my mouth the deep shade of red and then waited, tapping my fingers against the sink until it had dried. Then I leaned in closer to the mirror, double checking it looked okay.

Then I heard the front door slamming closed and lifted my head, smiling. He was home.

Closing the drawer, I left the bathroom and went past the bedroom, out to where Travis was coming down into the living room from the hallway. He looked tired, frustrated, and a little pissed off. Something must have happened at work, or maybe he was just having one of those days. Either way, now it was my job to make it better.

"Hi honey." I murmured, leaning against the doorframe with one hand on my hip and the other resting on the frame next to my head. "Bad day?" I asked as his eyes found me and widened slightly at the sight waiting for him. 

Without wasting a second, Travis crossed the room, his eyes darkening with lust as he drew closer. My arms dropped down to my sides half a second before he grabbed me, his hands tight on my waist as he yanked me roughly forwards into a burning kiss. Something must have really pissed him off today; he was furious with someone, and he poured that into the way he kissed me, held me, touched me. I was a little surprised at just how tense he seemed to be from work, but I knew this was what he needed right now, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and matched every crushing kiss with hard passion of my own. That was one of the things I adored about the way we loved each other; we'd match each other's energy and needs without a word, without questioning it. We just knew.