It was the final night of Taylor Swift's London leg of the Eras Tour, and she could hardly contain her excitement. The sold-out shows, the adoring fans, the electric atmosphere—all of it had been incredible. But now, all she could think about was getting home to Kansas City, back to her person, Travis Kelce. They had been apart for a month, a stretch filled with her performances and his training camp, and while they both loved their work, the distance had made them acutely aware of how much they missed each other.
As she landed in Kansas City, her heart raced. Travis thought she would arrive in the morning, but Taylor had decided to take an earlier flight to surprise him. The anticipation of seeing him, of feeling his arms around her again, filled her with a giddy, almost childlike excitement.
She slipped quietly into their home, the familiar scent and warmth of it instantly making her feel at ease. It was late, and the house was dark except for a faint light coming from the living room. She found Travis asleep on the couch, sprawled out in a position that made her smile. He was in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, looking both rugged and vulnerable at the same time.
Gently, she knelt beside him and whispered, "Hey, baby," her fingers lightly brushing his back.
Travis stirred, his eyes fluttering open. For a split second, he looked disoriented, but then recognition and joy filled his eyes. He sat up quickly, pulling her into his arms with a strength that spoke volumes of how much he had missed her. "I missed you so much," he murmured against her hair, his voice thick with emotion.
Taylor buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent and feeling the familiar solidity of his body. "I missed you too," she whispered back, her voice cracking with emotion. They stayed like that for a long moment, just holding each other, feeling the reality of their reunion sink in.
They eventually made their way upstairs, unable to keep their hands off each other. The need to be close, to reconnect, was overwhelming. They stripped down to their underwear and slipped into bed, wrapping themselves around each other like they were afraid the other might disappear. Travis pulled Taylor against his chest, and she snuggled into him, her hand resting over his heart.
"You're really here," he whispered, as if still in disbelief.
"I am," she replied, her voice soft. "I'm home."
They fell asleep like that, tangled in each other's arms, the comfort of being together easing them into a deep, restful sleep.
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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Taylor stirred first, her eyes fluttering open to find Travis still holding her. She smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his jawline, which caused him to wake up with a groggy smile.
"Good morning," he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.
"Good morning," she replied, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I still can't believe you're here."
He chuckled softly, pulling her closer. "I'm not letting you go for a while, just so you know."
"Good, because I don't want you to," she said, nestling deeper into his embrace.
They lay there for a while, basking in the simple joy of being together. There was no rush, no schedule to adhere to—just them, in their own little world. But eventually, nature called, and Taylor reluctantly pulled away.
"I need to brush my teeth," she said with a pout.
Travis grinned, following her into the bathroom. They stood side by side at the sink, brushing their teeth in companionable silence. As they did, Travis wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. Taylor leaned into the touch, smiling around her toothbrush.
