Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

carried away

London N3
Taylor's POV

The crescendo of music cut off as I lay in character on the stage, pretending to be 'dead' at the end of The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived. The crowd went wild, cheering and clapping as I heard the footsteps of Kam and Jan coming over to do the transition. They lifted me up and I went limp like I was supposed to.

But instead of them starting to carry me down to the couch, I was shifted up and suddenly very familiar arms were cradling me like a baby. I fought not to open my eyes, my heart galloping in surprise as the smell of the man I knew all too well enveloped me. What the hell was he doing here?

"Travis?" I breathed, barely moving my lips.

"Hey baby." He murmured, and I felt the swaying as he walked. 

"What are you doing?" I whispered, still trying to stay in character but so confused as to what the hell was going on.

Travis didn't respond, and I let my eyes pop open slightly when he sat me down on the couch. I almost laughed. He was dressed up in a suit just like my backup dancers, and as I watched, he seemed to slip right into the choreography with ease. They'd been planning this behind my back. I, Taylor Swift, had been tricked. And I had to admit, it was one hell of a surprise.

I fought to stay in character as I peeked at my boyfriend, watching him as he pulled out a makeup brush, pretending to fan himself as I undressed. The crowd went absolutely wild as he leaned in and ticked my cheeks with the brush, and even though I wanted to laugh and throw myself into his arms, I rolled my eyes and folded my arms in a huff without breaking out of my role. Travis played his character so well that I forgot for a moment I was the main act, and I wished I could stop and applaud him.

Then they were urging me out onto the stage for the next song, and I was forced to turn away. It was hard to focus knowing he was right there, but I had a job to do and I threw myself into it. Everything was incredible as we finished the show, and I had the time of my life singing with Gracie, watching the crowd go nuts over the triple mashup, wearing Travis' favorite bodysuit because I knew it drove him crazy.

As soon as I was beneath the stage, I jumped down and shrugged out of my jacket, eager to find Travis. The audio guy had to tell me to stay still while he unhooked my monitors, and I almost hopped up and down as I handed over my microphone. Then I was free, and I didn't even bother to take off my boots before I rushed through the little path out from under the stage.

"Whoah, slow down there." Tree caught me as I passed her. "What's the rush?"

"Where's Travis?" I asked, my cheeks flushed. Tree smiled. "You were behind this weren't you?" I accused.

"That way." She pointed me in the right direction and I didn't bother pestering her about it any further.

I rushed out from under the stage, my security having to walk fast to keep up with me. Not bothering to care about anything but finding Travis, I sighed in relief when I saw him standing out by the tents, still dressed in the suit he'd been wearing on stage. I started running towards him and Travis smiled, taking a few steps forwards before I threw myself into his arms. He caught me easily as I wrapped my legs around his waist and dipped my head, searching until I found his lips. The roar of the crowd faded to nothing as Travis kissed me lovingly, tightening his grip under my thighs.

"You're such a sneaky shit." I giggled. "How'd you pull that off?" Travis chuckled, lifting a hand to tuck some hair out of my face.

"Did you like it?" He murmured.

"I loved it." I smiled, resting my forehead against his. "You know." I murmured playfully. "Next time, how about you play my chair during Vigilante Shit?" I winked and Travis smiled wider, squeezing my ass playfully. We'd joked about it many times, but god I'd never been more turned on by the idea. Leaning down, I kissed him again. "Take me inside." I mumbled against his lips. "I need you."