Tayvis one-shots (2)

Binge-Watching

It was a rare free weekend for both Taylor and Travis, and they had decided to spend it in the most relaxing way possible: binge-watching their favorite shows. The idea of two full days with no obligations, just the two of them, a cozy couch, and a stack of streaming options, was incredibly appealing.

Taylor woke up first, the morning sun filtering through the bedroom curtains. She stretched languidly, enjoying the rare luxury of not having to rush off anywhere. She turned to see Travis still asleep, his face peaceful and relaxed. She smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. Leaning over, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Mmm, good morning," Travis murmured, his eyes fluttering open.

"Good morning," Taylor replied, her voice filled with warmth. "Ready for our binge-watching marathon?"

Travis grinned, stretching his arms above his head. "Absolutely. What's on the menu for today?"

Taylor thought for a moment. "How about we start with that new series you mentioned? The one everyone's been talking about."

"Perfect," Travis agreed. "I'll make breakfast while you set up the living room."

Taylor smiled and got out of bed, heading to the living room. She arranged the couch with extra blankets and pillows, creating a nest of comfort. She then set up the TV and queued up the first episode of their chosen series. Meanwhile, delicious smells began wafting from the kitchen, where Travis was busy whipping up pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

A short while later, Travis emerged with a tray laden with breakfast. "Breakfast is served," he announced, setting the tray on the coffee table.

Taylor's eyes lit up at the sight of the food. "This looks amazing, Trav. You've outdone yourself."

They settled in on the couch, plates balanced on their laps, and started the first episode. The show quickly drew them in, and soon they were completely absorbed in the storyline, occasionally exchanging comments and predictions about the plot.

As the morning turned into afternoon, they remained glued to the couch, engrossed in their marathon. During a break between episodes, Taylor got up to make a fresh pot of coffee. She returned with two steaming mugs, handing one to Travis.

"Thanks, Tay," he said, taking a sip. "This is perfect."

She sat back down beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I love days like this," she said softly. "Just us, no pressure, no schedules."

"Me too," Travis agreed, wrapping his arm around her. "We should do this more often."

As the day went on, they took turns making snacks and refilling drinks. At one point, Taylor brought out a bowl of popcorn, and they shared it, their fingers brushing occasionally, sending little sparks of connection through both of them.

"Remember that episode of 'Friends' where they argue about who knows each other best?" Taylor asked during a particularly lighthearted scene.

Travis chuckled. "Yeah, that's a classic. Want to play our own version?"

Taylor's eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're on. What's my favorite comfort food?"

"Easy," Travis said, not missing a beat. "Mac and cheese with a side of garlic bread."

"Correct," Taylor laughed. "Okay, your turn. What's my go-to karaoke song?"

"'Love Story,' of course," Travis replied with a grin. "I've heard you sing it enough times."

Taylor smiled, impressed. "You know me well. Your turn."

They continued their impromptu quiz game, laughing and teasing each other as they discovered just how much they knew about one another. It was a fun and intimate way to reconnect, and they both enjoyed the playful competition.

As evening approached, Taylor suggested they order takeout for dinner. "How about some sushi?" she proposed.

"Sounds great," Travis agreed. "I'll place the order."

With dinner on the way, they continued their binge-watching marathon. The series had them hooked, and they eagerly moved from one episode to the next. When the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their sushi, Travis went to get it while Taylor set up the coffee table with plates and chopsticks.

They ate their dinner in companionable silence, eyes glued to the screen. Occasionally, they'd pause to comment on a particularly exciting twist or to laugh at a humorous moment. The sushi was delicious, and they both felt a deep sense of contentment, enjoying the simple pleasure of good food and good company.

After dinner, they resumed their cozy positions on the couch, snuggled under a large, fluffy blanket. Taylor's head rested on Travis's chest, his arm around her shoulders. She felt the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his body radiating through the blanket.

"This is perfect," she said softly, her eyes closing for a moment. "I love being here with you."

"Same here, Tay," Travis replied, kissing the top of her head. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

As the hours passed, they eventually finished the series, feeling a mix of satisfaction and that familiar post-binge-watching sadness when a good show ends. They sat in silence for a moment, processing the finale.

"Well, that was a rollercoaster," Taylor said, finally breaking the silence. "What did you think?"

"I loved it," Travis replied. "Great choice."

They decided to take a break from the TV and stretch their legs. Travis went to the kitchen to grab some ice cream while Taylor picked a playlist of relaxing songs to play in the background. The first notes of "Cardigan" filled the room, creating a soothing ambiance.

Travis returned with two bowls of ice cream, handing one to Taylor. "Thought we could use a sweet treat," he said with a smile.

"Perfect," Taylor said, taking a bite. "This day just keeps getting better."

They sat together, enjoying their ice cream and the soft music. Taylor felt a sense of calm and happiness wash over her. "You know, days like this remind me of why I love you so much," she said, looking at Travis with affection.

Travis's eyes softened. "I feel the same way. It's the simple moments that mean the most."

They finished their ice cream and decided to watch a lighthearted movie to end the night on a cheerful note. As the movie played, they cuddled close, the warmth of their connection enveloping them.

By the time the credits rolled, Taylor felt pleasantly sleepy. She yawned and stretched, then turned to Travis. "Ready for bed?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied, stifling a yawn of his own. "Let's get some rest."

They cleaned up their snacks and turned off the TV, then headed to the bedroom. As they settled under the covers, Taylor snuggled up to Travis, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Thanks for today," she said softly. "It was exactly what I needed."

"Me too," Travis replied, kissing her forehead. "Sweet dreams, Tay."

"Sweet dreams, Trav," she murmured, closing her eyes.

As they drifted off to sleep, Taylor felt a deep sense of gratitude for the day they had shared. It had been filled with laughter, love, and the kind of simple joys that made life truly special. She knew that with Travis by her side, every day held the potential for moments like these—moments of connection, comfort, and unwavering love.