Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Settling In

Arianna

As we pulled into the driveway of Travis's house in Kansas City, a familiar sense of comfort washed over me. I'd been here before, but this time it felt different. This time, we were here to start anew. Travis turned to me, his eyes filled with warmth and a hint of nervousness.

"Welcome home," he said, squeezing my hand gently.

I looked up at the house, its grand brick facade glowing in the afternoon sun. The large front yard was as meticulously maintained as I remembered, with blooming flower beds and a pathway leading to the front door.

Inside, the house was just as impressive as I remembered. High ceilings, large windows, and an open floor plan gave it a spacious feel. The living room featured a massive stone fireplace, and the kitchen was a chef's dream with its state-of-the-art appliances and marble countertops.

"It's still beautiful," I said softly, walking through the rooms, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Travis watched me, his anticipation evident. "I want this to be our home, not just mine. So, feel free to change whatever you want."

Later that morning while Travis was at practice, Brittany came over with the kids to help me get settled in. As soon as she walked in, Sterling ran up to me, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Aunt Ari, why are you wearing this?" she asked, pointing to my leg.

I smiled and knelt down to her level. "I hurt my leg a little while ago, sweetie. The cast helps it get better."

Sterling nodded seriously, her little brow furrowed. "Does it hurt?"

"Sometimes," I admitted, "but it's getting better every day."

Brittany watched us with a smile. "We're here to help you get settled in. What can we do?"

With Brittany's help, I began settling in. We set up my beauty products in the bathroom and hung some clothes in the closet. It felt good to have her here, easing the overwhelming feeling of moving into a new space.

"Let's do some online shopping," Brittany suggested as we made our way to the living room.

We spent the next hour browsing for essentials and some extras that caught our eye. I ordered a few decorative items and necessities, but the real excitement came when I decided to get some music equipment. I hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether it might be too much.

"Travis said to make myself at home," I reminded myself aloud, glancing at Brittany.

"And you need a piano to feel at home," Brittany added with a knowing smile.

Encouraged, I placed the order for the music equipment and a piano. To my surprise, the piano was delivered just two hours later. The delivery guys efficiently set it up in the downstairs living area, and the sight of it filled me with a sense of belonging.

As the delivery team left, I ran my fingers over the keys, playing a few soft notes. It was perfect.

When Travis returned from practice, he found me seated at the piano, a small smile playing on my lips. He looked around, taking in the changes and the new additions.

"Looks like you've been busy," he said, walking over to me.

"I hope it's not too much," I replied, glancing up at him. "I just wanted to make it feel like home."

Travis leaned down, kissing my forehead. "It's perfect, Ari. I'm glad you feel at home here."

I hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Do you want me to pay for anything while I'm here?"

His expression shifted slightly, a hint of offense crossing his features. "No, Arianna, you don't need to worry about that," he said, his tone firm yet gentle.

As evening approached, we realized that sleeping arrangements would be tricky. My injury made it difficult to navigate the stairs, and the bedroom upstairs was too much of a challenge.

"We can set up one of the downstairs bedrooms for tonight," Travis suggested. He quickly transformed a guest room with a queen bed into a cozy space for us.

As we settled into the bed, it quickly became apparent that it was a bit too small for Travis's NFL-sized frame. I couldn't help but laugh.

"This is why I sleep on a California king," he said with a chuckle, shaking his head.

"Well, now I understand," I giggled.

Travis scooped me up effortlessly. "Let's go upstairs. This bed isn't going to cut it."

When we reached his bedroom, he gently placed me on the bed. "Much better," he said, stretching out beside me.

I smiled, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Travis."

He kissed my forehead. "Tomorrow, I'll have someone install a chair lift so you can go up and down the stairs even if I'm not around."

As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Travis's hand gently caressed my cheek. His eyes, filled with an intense yet tender desire, met mine.

A shiver of excitement ran down my spine. His lips captured mine in a passionate kiss, and soon, all thoughts of the day's challenges melted away. His touch was electric, sending waves of heat through my body. I responded eagerly, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer.

Travis's hands moved with deliberate slowness, exploring every inch of my body. His touch was both gentle and possessive, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He kissed me deeply, his mouth trailing down my neck, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

"You're so beautiful, Ari," he whispered against my skin, his breath warm and intoxicating.

He carefully removed my clothes, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a tenderness in his movements, a silent promise that he would take care of me. As his hands roamed over my body, I felt a surge of desire that was almost overwhelming.

Travis shifted his weight, positioning himself above me. He paused for a moment, his eyes searching mine, seeking permission, connection, and something deeper. I nodded, my heart pounding with anticipation.

The moment he entered me, it was as if everything else faded away. The world narrowed down to just the two of us, moving together in a perfect, intimate rhythm.

"Ari," he groaned, his voice thick with emotion. "You feel so good."

I clung to him, our breaths mingling, our bodies entwined. The sensations were overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and profound connection. As the pace quickened, so did the intensity of our shared passion. Every touch, every kiss, every movement brought us closer to the edge.

When the climax came, it was like an explosion of light and sensation, leaving us both trembling and breathless. Travis collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms. We lay there, wrapped in each other, the afterglow of our lovemaking washing over us.

He looked down at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Now that you live here, we can have sex all over the house."

I laughed softly, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "Is that so?"

"Absolutely," he said, kissing me deeply once more. "And I intend to make the most of it."