Brand New, Full Throttle ☆ Tayvis

you kiss me and it stops time

Travis had clearly made a big effort to make sure the guys felt like they were guests just as much as Taylor, directing them to their rooms, on the other side of the house to his and Taylor's rooms. He let them know that his chef, Kumar, would be there in the morning to make breakfast, and they were welcome to come downstairs and eat with them, or take their food upstairs if they preferred.

Taylor was glad when Travis led her to a guest bedroom, rather than his own. In all honesty, she would've loved to sleep in his bed, but she was glad to see he was enough of a gentlemen to not expect her to sleep in his room.

"I'll let you unpack for a minute, you've got a bathroom just through there, it's only connected to this room. I'll be downstairs." He smiled at her, leaning against the bedframe.

Taylor looked at him, seeming too shy to say something, and it stopped Travis from walking back downstairs. He gave her an inquisitive look, and she gave in. "Could you stay here while I unpack? I just... I can only stay here for a few days and I don't wanna waste any time with you."

Travis was, for the first time, suddenly desperate to kiss her. He knew he couldn't, it was way too early and he didn't want to complicate anything. But God, she was so sweet and beautiful and perfect.

She patted the spot on the bed next to where she was sitting and he flopped down next to her on his back. "My legs are killing me."

Taylor smiled. She'd been worried that it would be a tiny bit awkward going from talking for a few hours everyday, on Facetime, to constantly and face-to-face, but she was just now realizing that he was exactly the same person. She had nothing to be nervous about.

"What did they have you doing at physio?" She asked, as she stood up and walked into the bathroom to put her bag of toiletries away.

"Oh my God, they're evil little bitches," Travis grumbled with his eyes shut and Taylor cackled for a moment. "They all like, 'Don't worry, this stretch shouldn't hurt' but it always does, Tay! And they know it will hurt! They're sadists."

Taylor walked back to him, with a genuine, cheesy, in-love grin peaking through her pitying pout. "Ohhh, my poor baby. Did the mean sadist doctors hurt your legs, did they?"

Travis couldn't stop his smile either, when he grumbled back, "Yeah, it's funny to you but you try being a pro athlete." He knew his mistake immediately after he'd said it. She just raised her eyebrows at him. "Okay, okay, got it. You are probably are more of an athlete than the average Raiders player, to be fair."

She just shook her head, trying not to giggle, as he raised his left leg, up and down at his knee, smiling back at her. With a cheeky grin, she sat down on the bed next to him. He watched her, trying to gauge what she was doing, before she laid down next to him, rolling over onto her front. She had her chin resting up on her hands, with her feet in the air. From here, Travis could see the curve of her lower back and her ass, and he was trying not to look but the innocent sight was all he could think of.

Taylor seemed to notice him staring behind her, because she let her back arch just a little more into the bed, pushing her butt just slightly higher. Nothing on her face gave away her intentions, other than her clear "fuck me" eyes.

"Tay," he started, reluctantly stopping her before anything happened too early. "Please, please trust me that I, I want that, I want you, so bad. But I think that we maybe should wait, just a little bit longer. I just don't want anything to happen to fast, I... I really want this to work out."

She smiled up at him, feeling a little frustrated, but also so glad to see him being such a gentleman, once again. She shuffled over to lay her head on his chest, and he immediately pulled an arm across her torso, running a hand over her hair.

Neither of them felt like they'd only started talking last week. Hell, it didn't feel like this was their first time meeting in person, either. She had never felt calmer than she did laying on his chest, with a big arm resting on her back. It moved up and down slowly.

"Baby," Taylor started, "if we can't, you know... do you-, umm, would it be moving too fast if I asked you to kiss me?"

Travis smirked at her for a moment, then flipped onto his front, and smoothly shuffled closer to her. She immediately sat up and turned to better face him, and put her hands on his shoulders, as his hand cupped her face.

"Yeah," Travis breathed against her lips, "I think that would be moving way too fast." Then he kissed her like a starved madman.