Tayvis one-shots (3)

Stolen Moments

The cool autumn breeze swept through the streets of Kansas City, carrying with it the scent of wood smoke and fallen leaves. Taylor walked hand in hand with Travis, their fingers intertwined as they strolled down a quiet path in Loose Park. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft silver light over the landscape. It was late, far later than they should have been out, but neither of them wanted the night to end.

Taylor tightened her grip on Travis's hand and leaned into his side, savoring the warmth of his presence. He glanced down at her with a smile, his blue eyes twinkling in the dim light.

"Cold, babe?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that she felt more than heard.

"Not when I'm with you," she replied with a soft smile, her cheek resting against his arm.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds around them the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the city. It was a rare moment of peace for them—no cameras, no fans, no flashing lights. Just the two of them, stealing a few precious moments together in a world that rarely allowed them such luxuries.

Travis led them to a secluded bench near the pond, where the water shimmered under the moonlight. He sat down, gently pulling Taylor into his lap. She curled up against him, her head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around her protectively.

"It's nice to just... be," she murmured, closing her eyes and listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"Yeah," he agreed, his chin resting on top of her head. "No schedules, no pressure. Just us."

Taylor sighed contentedly. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of rehearsals, games, and appearances, leaving them both drained. They had barely had any time together, and the moments they did have were often shared with the world. But tonight was different. Tonight was just for them.

"I wish we could have more of this," she said softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

"We will," Travis assured her. "Once things slow down, we'll have all the time in the world."

"But will they ever really slow down?" she asked, a hint of doubt in her voice.

He was quiet for a moment, considering her words. "Maybe not. But that just means we have to make the most of the time we do have. Like tonight."

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. "You're right. We just have to steal our moments when we can."

Travis smiled and leaned down to kiss her, a slow, lingering kiss that made her forget about everything else. When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you, Tay," he whispered.

"I love you too, Trav," she whispered back, her heart swelling with affection.

They stayed like that for a while, savoring the closeness, the stillness of the night. It felt like they were the only two people in the world, and for a brief moment, they were.

But the world outside their bubble was never far away. Taylor's phone buzzed in her pocket, breaking the spell. She sighed and pulled it out, glancing at the screen.

"Just a reminder about tomorrow," she said with a small frown. "Rehearsals start at nine."

Travis made a face. "And I have practice at eight. Guess we should head back."

Taylor nodded reluctantly. As much as she didn't want the night to end, she knew they both had responsibilities they couldn't ignore. But as they stood up and started walking back to the car, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. These stolen moments were beautiful, but they were fleeting.

As if sensing her thoughts, Travis squeezed her hand. "Hey, we'll have more nights like this," he said, his voice full of quiet determination. "I'll make sure of it."

She smiled up at him, grateful for his reassurance. "I know you will."

When they reached the car, Travis opened the door for her, and she slid into the passenger seat. As he walked around to the driver's side, she watched him, her heart full of love and admiration. He was everything she had ever wanted—kind, strong, funny, and endlessly supportive. And though their lives were chaotic and often pulled them in different directions, she knew they would always find their way back to each other.

The drive back to Taylor's place was quiet, the city lights blurring as they sped through the streets. Taylor leaned her head against the window, her mind drifting back to the past few weeks. They had both been so busy, caught up in their careers, that moments like these had become increasingly rare. But tonight had reminded her of what really mattered.

When they arrived at her house, Travis turned off the engine and sat back, his hand resting on the gear shift. He looked over at her, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Want me to come in?" he asked, though they both knew the answer.

"Of course," she replied, her smile matching his.

They made their way inside, and Taylor immediately kicked off her shoes, feeling the plush carpet beneath her feet. Travis followed her into the living room, where she collapsed onto the couch with a tired sigh.

"Long day," she murmured, closing her eyes as she stretched out on the cushions.

Travis chuckled and sat down beside her, his hand resting on her thigh. "You can say that again."

She opened her eyes and looked at him, her heart swelling with affection. "I'm glad we had tonight," she said softly.

"Me too," he replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "But it's not over yet. How about I make us some tea? We can watch a movie or just... talk."

"That sounds perfect," she said, her smile widening.

As Travis headed to the kitchen, Taylor sat up, pulling a blanket over her lap. She watched him as he moved around the kitchen, his broad shoulders and strong arms making her feel safe and loved. She knew their lives were hectic, that they didn't always have time for each other, but moments like these made it all worth it.

When Travis returned with two steaming mugs of tea, he handed one to her and sat down beside her, pulling her into his side.

"To stolen moments," he said, raising his mug in a toast.

"To stolen moments," she echoed, clinking her mug against his.

They sipped their tea in comfortable silence, the warmth spreading through them as they settled into each other's arms. The world outside could wait. Tonight, it was just them.

Taylor set her mug down on the coffee table and curled up closer to Travis, her head resting on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her, holding her close as they sat together in the quiet of the night.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Me too," Travis replied, his lips brushing against her hair. "But even if we can't, we'll always find a way back to each other."

She smiled, her eyes drifting shut as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, everything else faded away—the demands of their careers, the pressures of the public eye, the constant noise of the world. All that mattered was the man beside her, the love they shared, and the promise of more stolen moments to come.