Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Moving Forward

Arianna

The morning sunlight filtered through the windows as Miley and Vanessa packed their bags, getting ready to head back to LA. The weekend had been a whirlwind of fun and deep conversations, and now it was time for goodbyes.

"I still can't believe you're moving in with Travis," Miley said, folding a dress and placing it in her suitcase. "We're going to miss you so much."

"I know, I'll miss you both too," I replied, trying to keep my emotions in check. "But I feel like this is the right step for us."

Vanessa looked up, her eyes soft with understanding. "Travis is a really good guy. We're happy for you, Ari. You deserve someone amazing, and he's clearly that person."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "Thanks, guys. Your support means everything to me."

Their car arrived, and we all headed outside to say our final goodbyes. Miley gave me a tight hug, whispering, "Take care of yourself, okay?"

"I will," I assured her, my voice a little shaky.

Vanessa hugged me next, her grip just as strong. "We're so happy you found someone who deserves you, Ari."

"Thanks, Nessa," I said, blinking back tears.

As they turned to hug Travis, Miley's tone turned mock-threatening. "Take care of her, or else I'm hiring a hitman."

Travis laughed, but Vanessa added with a serious nod, "We're so serious."

I laughed, feeling lighter. "I'll make sure he does."

With final hugs and goodbyes, they got into the car and drove away. Travis and I stood there for a moment, waving until the car was out of sight.

"Come inside," Travis said, wrapping his arm around me. "I have an idea I want to run by you."

Curiosity piqued, I followed him upstairs to the bedroom. "What's up?"

He led me to the closet and gestured around. "I'm thinking, since you'll be moving in, we expand the closet. That way, it'll fit all your things."

I looked around the closet, imagining it bigger and better. "That sounds perfect," I said, smiling at him.

He grinned, clearly pleased. "We're going to be really happy together."

"One can only hope," I replied, feeling a swell of optimism.

We spent the next few hours walking around the house, making a list of potential changes and improvements. Travis would handle contacting contractors, while I would arrange for my things to be moved from LA. As we went from room to room, I could see the excitement in his eyes.

"This place is going to be amazing once we put our touches on it," he said, jotting down notes on his phone.

"Absolutely. I love that we're doing this together," I replied, feeling more connected to him than ever.

As we settled back in the living room, I realized I hadn't told my parents about the move yet. I pulled out my phone, taking a deep breath before dialing my mom's number.

"Hey, sweetheart!" my mom answered cheerfully.

"Hi, Mom. Can you put me on speaker? I want to talk to both you and Dad."

"Sure thing," she said, and I heard the phone being adjusted. "Okay, you're on speaker."

"Hi, Dad," I said, my voice steady. "I have some news. I've decided to move in with Travis."

There was a brief silence before my mom spoke up. "Oh, honey, that's wonderful! We're so happy for you."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, relief washing over me.

My dad's voice, however, was less enthusiastic. "Arianna, are you sure about this? It's a big step."

"I know, Dad," I replied gently. "But I'm sure. Travis and I are in a good place, and this feels right."

"I just worry about you," he said, his tone softening. "But if you're happy, then I support you."

"Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it," I said, feeling a mix of emotions. "I'll keep you both updated on everything."

"Please do," my mom added. "And remember, we're always here if you need anything."

"I know. I love you guys," I said, feeling a tear slip down my cheek.

"We love you too," they echoed.

"Actually," my dad said after a pause, "Can I talk to Travis for a moment?"

Surprised, I handed the phone to Travis and took it off speaker. Travis stepped away, and I watched as his face went pale by whatever my dad was telling him.

"Yes, sir. I understand," Travis finally said, his voice steady but serious. He then brought the phone back to me.

"What did he say?" I asked after I ended the call with my parents.

Travis forced a smile, but I could see the tension in his eyes. "Just some fatherly advice. Nothing to worry about."

I wasn't entirely convinced, but I decided to let it go for now. "Alright," I said softly. "We'll figure everything out together."

He pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapping around me protectively. "Yeah, we will. I promise."

Sensing my lingering concern, Travis lightened the mood by kissing me deeply. His hands started to undress me, his touch tender yet filled with desire.

"Come on," he murmured against my lips. "Let's go upstairs."

Before I could respond, he lifted me up effortlessly and carried me to the bedroom. There, we shed the rest of our clothes, and he laid me down gently on the bed. Our bodies moved together with an intense passion, our connection deepening with every touch and kiss.

Travis's hands roamed my body, sending shivers down my spine. He looked at me with such intensity, it made my heart race. As he kissed my neck, my thoughts of the earlier conversation melted away. All that mattered was this moment with him.

He moved with a rhythm that felt both natural and electrifying. Each touch, each kiss, seemed to bind us closer together. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling the heat between us intensify. We moved together, lost in the moment, the world outside forgotten.

Afterwards, we lay in each other's arms, the tension and worries melting away. Travis looked at me, his eyes full of love and determination.

"We're going to be really happy together," he said softly.

I smiled, feeling a profound sense of peace. "One can only hope."

We spent the rest of the afternoon planning and dreaming, making calls and scheduling appointments. It felt good to be proactive, to see our future home taking shape right before our eyes.

As the day turned into evening, we made dinner together, the kitchen filled with the delicious aroma of pasta and garlic bread. Travis opened a bottle of wine and poured us both a glass.

"To us," he said, clinking his glass against mine.

"To us," I echoed, feeling a surge of happiness.

After dinner, we cuddled on the couch, watching a movie. The comfort of his arms around me made everything feel right. The movie ended, but neither of us wanted to move.

Travis shifted slightly, looking into my eyes. "Ari, I know your dad was just trying to look out for you. I get it. But I promise you, I'll always do everything I can to make you happy."

I kissed him softly. "I know you will. And I promise to do the same for you."

Author's note 

I was thinking last night and I'm going to do three parts of this story.