Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

sore?

Travis' POV

"Karma is the guy on the CHIEFS, coming straight home to me!" Taylor spread her arms wide as she sung out my line proudly, and I smile widely to myself as I danced along from side stage. God, I loved her so damn much. There was no better feeling than the knowledge that she wanted to love me outload.

I waited around backstage when Taylor finished, talking with Scott. He'd come along with us for the Paris shows after Taylor's break and was flying out in a few hours, so wanted to wait for his daughter to say goodbye before he took off. After a few minutes, we heard the roar of the crowd that signaled Taylor was on her way. I shifted back, wanting Scott to have his moment with her.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked. "She doesn't want to see me. I'm just her old man, she's all about you now." He nudged me forwards, and I smiled to myself as Taylor came into view. Her beautiful face lit up at the sight of me, and I was trapped in her gaze as she broke out into a fast walk.

"Well hey baby." I smiled as she walked right into my arms, sliding her hands around my neck with an adorable smile on her lips.

"Hey." Taylor murmured, stretching up on her toes to kiss me softly. Then she kissed me again, and again, and then it was becoming a little too inappropriate for where we were. Scott cleared his throat deliberately and Taylor sighed, pulling back. "Thank you for coming babe." She whispered.

"Would never have missed it." I told her as I slipped a hand onto her back. Taylor smiled at me, resting against my side as we moved off.

She said goodbye to her Dad and then we went back to our hotel. Taylor seemed quiet but not too tired, murmuring quietly to me as we were driven back. She rested her head on my shoulder, seeming like she hated to sit up when we stopped. I just chuckled at her, taking her hand and leading her inside.

"You okay baby?" I asked as she shuffled, looking uncomfortable.

"My back's a little sore." She sighed. "We've got some painkillers somewhere right?"

"Yeah I think so." I nodded.

When we got into our hotel room, Taylor found some painkillers. She changed into some comfier clothes before coming to sit at the table. We ate together, and even though her painkillers should have kicked in, she still looked uncomfortable. Once I'd cleared away our dishes, I turned to see her rubbing her back, frowning to herself.

"Lie down baby." I reached out for her hand. Taylor sighed, getting to her feet and letting me lead her to the bed. She flopped down onto her stomach with a groan. "That bad huh?" I asked, sitting down next to her.

"Yeah." Taylor mumbled miserably, and I hated that she was uncomfortable.

"Oh baby." I sighed, reaching for her shirt and lifting it up slightly. I rubbed my fingers in slow circles over her lower back, hoping I could make this a little better. Taylor let out a little sigh, resting her head down. 

I rubbed my hands gently over her back in gentle circles. Her muscles relaxed slightly as I worked my way up to her shoulders, her neck. As I gently massaged my fingers against where her neck met her shoulders, Taylor let out a soft sigh, almost a moan. I paused for a fraction of a second before I continued, rubbing her muscles gently. She was in pain, and I was supposed to be helping her. Not getting turned on by her.

"Mhmm." Taylor sighed as I rubbed her shoulders. "God Travis, you're so good at that." Fuck, why was this turning me on? Taylor was tired and sore. "Travis?" She peeked up at me and then giggled, propping herself up on her elbows. "Don't tell me this turns you on."

"No." I shook my head. "Lie down."

"Okay." Taylor bit down on a grin. "One second." She shuffled over, taking her sweatpants and tugging them down her legs.