Brand New, Full Throttle ☆ Tayvis

who's gonna hold you like me?

Sept. 5

Trav 💌: Hiiiii beautiful, hope the writing session is going well, just letting you know that I hyperextended my knee at practice so I'm out for this weeks game. I'm not in too much pain and it's really not a big deal, just thought you'd wanna know. I LOOOVVE YOUUUUU AND I MISS YOU MY GIRLY ❤️❤️

Taylor was in New York when she got the text. She had spent the last few days in Electric Lady with Jack, trying to perfect the vocals on 'Old Habits Die Screaming'. It felt so funny to be recording a song about her ex of six years cheating on her, while being so madly in love with her boyfriend.

In the past week, she and Travis had officially started dating, told their families and closest friends, and said I love you to each other. It had been a big week, and it was killing her that it had all happened over FaceTime, rather than in person. She had only been able to go back to Kansas City once since their first date, and she desperately missed his arms and his smell and his bed. Oh, how she missed his bed.

Tay ☀️: Trav omg you sure you're okay? I could come back to KC, jack and I are pretty much done with the track we're working on so I could stay until the end of the month? If thats alright with you? I just hate the idea of you being hurt and having to look after yourself xx

Taylor looked up at Jack, who was still messing around with the synthesizer. She had mentioned to him that she was getting pretty serious with Travis, and he seemed super excited for her.

"Hey Jack," she muttered from the couch behind him, and he turned. "Do you think I could leave you to finish the song? We've done all the vocals so it would only be production, would that be okay?"

"Yeah, all good. Why, are you going?"

"Trav got hurt at practice and we don't have any more studio sessions until October so I was thinking I might fly over and take care of him. Cook him some proper food, because nobody should have to live off microwave meals when they're in pain. Plus I kinda just wanna take the opportunity to help him pack, because he's moving house, and we really need to clean anyways, but he can't do that if he's hurt, and I want to tidy up the-"

"Taylor Alison Swift!" Jack cut off her rambling. "You're nesting!"

She gasped and her cheeks went a bit red. "Am not!"

"You so are! You do this every time you fall in love, you always want to go cook and clean and do housewifey shit for your boyfriends... Wow," he smiled, "you're really in love aren't you?"

Taylor just stared at the floor, unable to wipe the tight-lipped smile off her face. Her cheeks blazed up.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about it! It's good! I'm happy to see you finally so happy and being treated well and stuff. Let me know when Mr Football is in the city, 'cause I'd love to meet him."

"Yeah, I'll drag him out here when he's got a bye week. It's just hard for him to leave KC during the season, but he's definitely excited to meet you too."

Jack just smiled and gently slapped his hand on Taylor's shoulder, in a brotherly sort of way. "Go be a good little housewife, take care of your man. I'll get the track finished." He teased.

Taylor just shook her head, laughing as she grabbed her keys and walked out the swinging studio door. "Oh fuck off, Jack. Thanks for doing the production alone, I owe you!"

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Less than an hour later, she was in the backseat of her SUV, with security driving her to the airport. She'd called tree, asking her to organize the jet, as soon as Travis had replied.

Trav 💌: You sure babe? I'd love to have you here if u can make it but I dont wanna mess with your time in the studio w jack. I do miss you though so if its defo no trouble then get ur ass on a flight here and cuddle your poor broken boy ☹️❤️

Soooo dramatic, she'd thought, smiling to herself at his ridiculousness. She responded with a bunch of love hearts. It wasn't really a surprise, because she had asked him first, but he would be so excited to see her.

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She knocked on the door of his gorgeous cozy mansion and waited for him to get up onto his feet again. Eventually he opened the door and engulfed her body in a hug, basically collapsing onto her.

"I missed you soooo much, baby," he whispered into her neck after a while. One of them pulled back, or maybe both of them, and Travis placed a quick kiss onto her lips, careful not to be caught by any on-lookers out on the street. Even though nobody knew Taylor was in Kansas City, he was still famous enough on his own to have had his address leaked a few times, so occasionally there would be a few fans waiting for him out on his street.

"Come on in." He pulled her suitcase for her, only lasting a few steps before he quietly winced in pain, hoping Taylor wouldn't notice. She did, and took the suitcase off him, offering her hand to help him walk back to the couch. Her security followed them inside the house, but disappeared upstairs to their rooms straight away, taking Taylor's suitcase upstairs too. She plopped down on the couch beside him, subconsciously snuggling up to Travis' side.

"How did you hyperextend it, babe? Did you land on it funny?"

His arm, that she was laying on, had also subconsciously found its way to her hip. "I don't even know. I think I just did it when I was running but didn't realize how bad it had hyperextended, and then probably made it worse by continuing to run on it."

Taylor knew he had to be frustrated, both about missing this week's game and being practically immobile until he healed, and reprimanding him for not being careful would only make him more annoyed. So she raked her nails through his buzzed hair, kissed his jaw and whispered, "I'm sorry Trav, that sucks. Hopefully it won't take too long to heal though."

He closed his eyes as soon as her nails started in his hair, but kept talking. "Yeah shouldn't be too long. The team physio said it might be a bit longer than usual hyperextensions, because this is the knee I had surgery on, but I'll make a full recovery, so I guess no matter how long it takes, that's the most important thing."

Taylor just nodded, even though he couldn't see it with his eyes shut, and kept scratching his scalp. She thought back to what Jack had said earlier. She really did like taking care of Travis, she supposed. There was something so... domestic, about him being like this with her: half-asleep, needy, soft and gentle. He could turn into the roughest, most athletic machine out on the field, or he could be the life or any party, the best entertainment of any event. She knew he was only ever soft like this with her. And yes, she truly loved how masculine her man was - at his core, a protector and provider - and she found that a bit more hot than she was willing to admit. But she also adored that Travis Kelce was a lover.