TNT Short Fics

straight down the middle

"Are you sure I can't just read a book and watch you from the golf cart?" Taylor asks, skeptically. "I think that sounds fun and I won't be in the way."

Travis gives her a look over the top of his sunglasses. He's on to her, the perils of him learning all of her tells the last eight months

"Tay, it will be fun. I promise. And if you hate it, I'll get you a cute little drink to go along with your reading next time."

"Deal," she says adjusting her hat. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I want to be out here with you. I just don't think I'll be any good. You saw my hand-eye coordination with a football."

"Did I see your hand-eye coordination almost take out the eye of the NFL's greatest quarterback last fall? Yes, I did," he teases.

"Okay, shut it, Kelce," she retorts with narrowed eyes.

"Worried you were an Eagles spy that day," he mumbles playfully.

She rolls her eyes.

"But golf is different. It's slow and strategic. And no one is more strategic than you, baby," he says proudly.

She knocks her shoulder to his, careful not to upset his steering, and lays her hand on his knee with a squeeze of thanks.

"Okay, let's do this. Besides, it's gorgeous out here."

They snuck away to take advantage of all eyes being on the album for one last getaway before life came at them fast once again. The past few days have been spent in this gorgeous, quiet town exploring and taking time together. Travis asked about a thousand times if she was sure before they left LA. But she is. All of that is over. She is so proud of the album and is excited for people to hear it. And especially pumped to add it to the tour. However, she is also done with that part of her life. It isn't hers anymore and she is happier to focus on what is hers in the here and now.

She's declared today Travis's day since most of their vacation has revolved around her and them together. And he decided on golf so here they are.

At least, the mountains surrounding the course are beautiful—even if they will bear witness to her embarrassment.

He parks the cart at the first tee and grabs the correct clubs for both of them.

"You go first," she says.

"You're not getting out of it," he replies sassily.

"Oh, I know, but I at least want to enjoy the view before I strike out," she answers with a playful look at his ass.

He laughs and tees up his shot, making sure to jokingly wiggle his ass at her before turning serious and executing what, to her, looks like the perfect swing. He ducks to look after the ball and whistles, "Not too bad. Not too bad."

He turns to her, "Okay, you're up."

She's suddenly nervous which is so ridiculous. She hates being bad at things and worse having no idea how to do things. But Travis, of course, knows this, so he pulls her close by the hand before reaching down for her driver.

"Alright, ma'am, let me just show you how it's done the first time."

He stands her in front of him, gripping her hands with his own and the club. He places their fingers in the correct spots and aligns their bodies.

Oh. Maybe this won't be so terrible after all.

"Hips before hands," he murmurs in her ear before putting his hand on her hip to mimic the direction he wants her to go. The fingers he trails across her hipbone feel like a firebrand over her skirt.

"Huh?" she says, suddenly feeling like she's moving through cotton.

"Move with me, Tay," he whispers in her ear. As if those words won't burn up every thought in her brain. "Focus."

She drags her attention back to what they are doing. Right, they are golfing.

"Okay," she says dumbly as he pulls the driver back and they move together on a practice swing.

"See?" he asks. And she's surprised to find she does. She feels the synchrony between them.

"Yeah," she returns. "Okay, let's do it."

He laughs and agrees, resetting his feet and guiding her hip once more.

"Alright, you're in charge this time," he says cheekily. But she is focused in—determined now that she's seen how it's done.

"You like it when I'm in charge," she snarks back, taking advantage of his surprise to line their shot up.

"Let's go," And with that, she pulls back with the same help from him, and they swing. The ball sails through the air, landing not too far from his.

"Damn, girl. Look at you! I told you!" he exclaims.

"Look at us," she responds, turning in his arms for a heated kiss. Her hand wanders to his hip, pulling him close.

"Hips before hands, Trav," she whispers against his lips. They stay in the moment until a honk from another golf cart comes, reminding them to move along to their next shot on the green. She giggles against his shoulder to avoid the stern looks of the elderly men in the cart.

As he gathers their clubs, she can't help but tease. "I changed my mind about golf. It's very entertaining."

"Oh yeah?" he asks with mock innocence.

"Yep, I might be good at it."

She grabs his ass as she passes by him to get into the golf cart.

"Just need some practice." 

AN: Bonus points for anyone who knows where "Hips before hands." comes from.