Playing The Field

Chapter 17

Travis Kelce

The day had finally arrived, a day I'd been dreaming of for as long as I can remember. The Super Bowl. Kansas City Chiefs versus the San Francisco 49ers. This was our chance to make history, to solidify our legacy. And on top of all the excitement, Taylor was flying in from Tokyo to be here. Her Eras Tour show in Tokyo meant she had a gruelling thirteen-hour flight, but she wouldn't miss this game for the world.

As I walk through the tunnel leading to the field, the weight of the moment is settling on my shoulders. The roar of the crowd is deafening, pumping up my adrenaline, but amidst the noise, I could picture Taylor, in a suit, sitting with my family and her friends. The thought of her there, supporting me, made my heart swell with pride and determination. I can't believe how lucky I am to have her here. Fuck, I love her so much.

She had just won 2 Grammys about a week ago and now it's my turn to bring home some hardware.

Halfway through the game, we were down 10-3. I could feel the pressure mounting, but every time I saw Taylor cheering, it gave me the extra push I needed. Even though we were in a jam-packed stadium, her presence was my anchor. I could sense her watching me and no mater what, I could always find her in the crowd. She looked gorgeous today, her hair tied back in a messy ponytail. She was wearing a black corset and jeans with diamond cutouts. She always looks hot, but today, wow. She almost distracted me from the game.

As we entered the final quarter, the score was tied 19-19. The tension was palpable. With only thirteen seconds left on the clock, we had the ball, and it was now or never. Mahomes called the play, and as we lined up, I took a deep breath, focusing on what needed to be done. The next play passed in a blur and then before I knew it, the stadium erupted in loud roar, red and gold confetti falling to the floor.

The next few moments were a blur of joy and chaos. My teammates piled on top of me in celebration, and the noise was overwhelming. The stadium seemed to vibrate with the collective roar of tens of thousands of fans. Cameras flashed, confetti rained down, and I could barely hear myself think. But all I could think about was finding Taylor.

As the initial wave of celebration subsided, I broke free from the huddle, my eyes scanning the chaotic sea of faces and red jerseys. The stands were a blur, but I knew she was out there. Then I saw her, weaving through the throngs of people spilling onto the field. She looked radiant, her face lit up with a smile that made my heart skip a beat. I called out her name, but my voice was lost in the din. I pushed my way through the crowd, dodging reporters and fans, my eyes locked on her.

She saw me then, her eyes widening with joy. "Travis!" she shouted, her voice somehow cutting through the noise. I closed the gap between us in a few long strides. As soon as she was within reach, she jumped into my arms, her arms wrapping around my neck. I held her tightly, lifting her off the ground, and spun her around, feeling her laughter vibrate through me.

"Where's the trophy?" she laughed, her eyes shining with pride and love.

"I love you so much. Thank you for supporting me," I whispered, pressing my forehead against hers, trying to ground myself in the reality of this perfect moment.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world," she replied, her voice thick with emotion.

I reluctantly let her go to join my team for the trophy presentation. Standing there with the Lombardi Trophy in my hands, surrounded by my ecstatic teammates, was a surreal experience. The magnitude of our victory was still sinking in. I caught Taylor's eye in the crowd and felt a surge of joy. I couldn't resist the urge to sing into the microphone. "Viva Las Vegas!" I belted out, and the crowd went wild, joining in.

After the celebrations on the field, I found Taylor again amidst the chaos. "You want to come to the after party?" I asked, half-expecting her to be exhausted from her flight and the excitement.

"Jet lag is a choice," she grinned, slipping her hand into mine. "Let's go celebrate."

We headed to the afterparty with both our families in tow. Taylor's parents, Andrea and Scott, were beaming with pride, and my family was buzzing with excitement. The party was a whirlwind of singing, dancing, and laughter. The afterparty was held in one of Vegas's largest and most glamorous nightclubs. The place was packed with people, music pulsing through the air, and lights flashing in every direction. Yet, despite the grandeur and the crowd, it felt strangely intimate with Taylor by my side.

The music thumped around us as we navigated through the crowd. Every so often, we'd steal kisses and whispers, making each moment between us feel secret and special. "This is incredible," she whispered in my ear, her breath warm against my skin.

"You're incredible," I replied, kissing her softly. Each kiss felt like a promise, a reminder of why this night was so perfect.

We danced together, her body pressed close to mine, swaying to the music. The rest of the world faded away as we moved in sync, our connection palpable. Every time someone came to congratulate me, I held her hand, grounding myself in her presence.

As the night wore on, the club remained alive with energy. Our families and friends were having the time of their lives, but I could see the glimmer of exhaustion in Taylor's eyes, mingled with the lingering excitement. I leaned down and whispered, "Ready to head back to the hotel?"

She nodded, a mischievous smile spreading across her lips. "Jet lag is a choice, remember?" she teased, but her eyes were filled with a different kind of anticipation now.

We made our way out of the club, saying our goodbyes and thanking everyone for an unforgettable night. The cool night air was a welcome relief as we stepped outside, the noise of the club fading behind us. We slipped into the waiting car, and I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close. The drive to the hotel was quiet, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the afterparty. Taylor rested her head on my shoulder, and I could feel the contentment radiating from her. "Tonight was perfect," she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy.

"Absolutely perfect," I agreed, kissing the top of her head. "And it's only the beginning."

As we arrived at the hotel, I helped her out of the car and led her inside. The elevator ride up to our suite was filled with stolen glances and soft kisses, the anticipation building between us. When the doors opened, I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her across the threshold.

Inside, the suite was dimly lit, creating an intimate and cozy atmosphere. I set her down gently, and she turned to face me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of love and desire. "Congratulations, Trav," she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Thank you for being here, for everything," I replied, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

We quickly became frantic, tearing clothes off of each other, and breathing heavily against each other's skin. The urgency in our movements spoke volumes about how much we had missed each other, how much we had longed for this, and man I did. It's very hard (literally and figuratively) to be away from her for so long, seeing videos online of her on tour dancing around in those bodysuits. God, I missed being able to touch her, taste her, have her.

Taylor's fingers tangled in my hair as I kissed her neck, savouring the taste of her skin. Her hands moved across my back, nails digging in slightly as she pulled me closer. I loved the way she left her mark. I lifted her, carried her to the bed, and gently laid her down. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, the intensity of our connection making my heart race even faster.

We came together in a passionate kiss, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every caress, made me want her more. The world outside ceased to exist as we lost ourselves in each other, messy kisses all over each other's bodies as we moved together. Pants and moans filled the large hotel room. Our pace slowed, the urgency giving way to a more languid and tender rhythm, I marvelled at the way we fit together so perfectly.

We finally collapsed next to each other, our breathing heavy and our bodies entwined. Taylor rested her head on my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of our breathing and the faint hum of the city outside. We lay there for a while, just enjoying the closeness, the warmth of each other's presence. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.