Tayvis one-shots (2)

A Night to Remember (requested)

It was a quiet Friday evening at Taylor's house in Nashville. The sprawling estate was nestled in a secluded area, surrounded by lush greenery that added to its charm and privacy. Inside, the soft glow of candles illuminated the living room, casting a warm and inviting atmosphere. Taylor and Travis, her boyfriend and the star Kansas City Chiefs quarterback, were curled up on the plush couch, a bowl of popcorn between them, as they enjoyed a classic movie on the large screen TV.

The calmness of the night felt like a perfect escape from their busy lives. Taylor had just wrapped up a long day in the studio, working on new tracks for her upcoming album. Travis, fresh off a rigorous training session, was relishing the chance to unwind with Taylor.

As the movie reached a climactic scene, a sudden noise from the kitchen broke the silence. Taylor jumped slightly, her eyes widening in surprise. She glanced at Travis, who had also perked up, his ears attuned to the unexpected disturbance.

"Did you hear that?" Taylor whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Travis nodded, his brow furrowing slightly. "Yeah, I did. Stay here, I'll check it out."

"No way," Taylor replied firmly, clutching his arm. "I'm coming with you."

Travis smiled reassuringly, squeezing her hand. Together, they rose from the couch and quietly made their way towards the kitchen, the noise growing more distinct with each step. Taylor's heart raced, but she felt comforted by Travis's protective presence by her side.

When they reached the kitchen, they noticed the back door was slightly ajar, swaying gently in the breeze. Taylor's eyes widened in concern. "Did we leave that open?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"I don't think so," Travis replied in a low voice, his muscles tensing as he moved cautiously towards the door, Taylor close behind.

As they approached, a gust of wind pushed the door open further, revealing a broom that had fallen over, its bristles scraping against the tiled floor. Taylor let out a relieved laugh, a mixture of nerves and amusement. "It's just the wind! I must have forgotten to latch it properly."

Travis chuckled softly, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Looks like we solved the mystery. Let's secure it just in case."

He closed and latched the door securely, double-checking to ensure it was properly locked. "There we go, all safe now."

Taylor smiled gratefully, feeling the adrenaline ebb away. "Thanks for being my hero," she teased playfully, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Always," Travis replied with a grin, his eyes sparkling with affection. "But you were right there with me. We make a pretty good team."

They returned to the living room, the movie still playing in the background. Taylor settled back onto the couch, pulling a cozy blanket over their laps. "You know," she began, her voice soft and reflective, "it's moments like these that make me appreciate how safe I feel with you."

Travis wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "I'll always be here to keep you safe, Tay. No matter what."

As they snuggled together, the scare quickly turned into a lighthearted memory, something they could laugh about later. The rest of the evening unfolded with ease, filled with laughter, stories, and a renewed appreciation for the simple moments that strengthened their bond.

Hours passed, and the movie came to an end. Taylor and Travis found themselves sharing childhood stories by the fireplace, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they exchanged anecdotes and dreams for the future. Outside, the moon cast a soft glow over the landscape, bathing the room in a serene light.