Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

i'll know you

Travis' POV

"You are totally a Chandler." Taylor told me, lifting her head where it was resting on my chest to give me a cute little smile as the audience on screen roared with laughter at the joke Chandler had just made.

"Yeah?" I took the opportunity to kiss her lips lightly. "Why's that baby?"

"Because you just are." She giggled. "You're cute, and you're funny." Her voice dropped. "And you're the biggest softie I've ever met."

"Cheeky." I rubbed her thigh where my hand rested and Taylor grinned, wrinkling her nose at me. "Does that make you Monica then?"

"Guess so." She whispered, stretching up to kiss me again.

I still couldn't believe it. Almost two months in, and I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I was dating THE Taylor Swift. This whole thing was like a dream, except it was better because I didn't have to wake up from it. She was incredible, and I was falling hopelessly in love with her more and more by the second.

The kiss deepened, and suddenly Taylor and I completely forgot about the episode of friends we were watching. Taylor slipped a hand up my chest, up to cup my jaw as I probed my tongue between her lips, seeking entry. She granted it, nudging her tongue against mine as she turned towards me. I ran my hands around her hips, pulling her onto my lap as her soft lips continued to explore mine.

We were both still kind of new at this while thing, since it hadn't even been two months of us dating yet and we were both so busy. This was a rare few days we both had off, so I'd flown to stay with her in New York. Because we were so busy, we spent a lot of hours on facetime, but not as many as I would have liked in person. Taylor kissed me a little tentatively, maybe still getting used to this. Don't get me wrong, we'd fooled around before, but we hadn't had sex yet. We'd both agreed we wanted to take it slow, and even though I wanted it more than anything, I didn't want to rush her. Taylor had only just healed from her abusive ex, and she would be ready in her own time. But god, the way she was kissing me now made me strain eagerly against my pants.

"Travis." Taylor sighed into my mouth as I slipped my hands up her sides, under her shirt.

"Too fast?" I murmured, my hands pausing. It's not like we hadn't done this a few times before, but maybe she didn't feel like it today.

"No, no." Taylor pulled back and shook her head. "No that's not what I meant." She sighed, resting her forehead against mine. "God." Her warm breath huffed over my lips. "I want you, so badly."

"Are you sure baby?" I murmured.

"Yes." She nodded. "But there's...probably something I should tell you first."

"Okay." I squeezed her waist. Taylor sighed, hesitating. "Hey." I kissed her lightly. "If you're not ready to tell me, you don't have to. We don't have to do this now."

"But I want to." She blushed. "Travis, I've never wanted anyone so much in my life." She stroked my jaw, letting out a sigh. "I should probably sit on the couch to tell you though, because I'll be too distracted to talk if I stay here." I chuckled, letting go as she slipped off my lap and sat down on the couch next to me. Taylor ran her hands through her hair, crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap before peeking up at me. "Okay, so." She swallowed. "The reason I agreed to take it slow with us wasn't because I thought we shouldn't rush into having sex. It was because..." Her eyes dipped down into her lap like she couldn't say whatever she wanted to say if she was looking at me. "I'm not really able to...well...I can't exactly...finish." She whispered the last word like it was cursed, her cheeks going a deep shade of red. I looked at her for a long moment before it clicked, and then I blinked.