Karma | Tayvis

Put it into words

Warning: Rated M warning for very mature sexual explicit content and dialogue on this chapter.

This is the longest chapter I've written, hence why I took longer and also the smuttiest so far. Jesus. I'm dousing everyone who reads in holy water. Spare me some love lol

Comments are encouraged and appreciated <3

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Travis made breakfast.

Which is only weird if you know him. He hasn't touched a stove since Kumar banned him from using it (thanks to almost burning his house down when he forgot that he was boiling some eggs).

Luckily, his house has remained intact with no adult supervision as he successfully made some scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.

"God. What the fuck am I doing?" He muttered to no one in particular with a quiet chuckle, even he acknowledges how unusual this is for him.

He's never really done this before. Not because he didn't want to, it was just more convenient to hire a personal chef to prep his meal plans. However, Kumar isn't here right now and the early rays of the sun is approaching, he'd have to make do.

Travis assembled everything in a plate of two with two glasses of orange juice on a tray he didn't know he had. Basic presentation aside, he thought he did well.

He made his way back in the room, with Taylor still tangled in the sheets and sound asleep, he could almost make out her faint snoring in the peaceful quiet.

A small smile splayed across his lips.
"Taylor? Hey, wake up, girl. It's almost eight thirty."

He gets a muffled groan in response and very minimal movements.

"Are you good?" Carefully placing the tray on a small rectangular table against the foot of the bed, he walked over to her side of the bed, gently shaking her shoulder. "Taylor, wake up. I made breakfast."

After a minute, she finally turned to face him, still very naked underneath the sheets, he heavily concentrated on looking at her face. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking blearily up at him.

"Travis." His name is softened by the delicate sound of her voice in the morning. He couldn't really help himself from lifting a hand to caress her face.

She sweetly nuzzles into it.

"Good morning, beautiful. Breakfast is ready and I also got some Advil for you."

"Oh, god. You're a lifesaver." She bemoaned before sitting up, the rumbled sheets gathering around her waist. "And good morning to you too. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby."

"Me too," Her nose wrinkled cutely, and then she looks around, taking notice of her lack of clothes. Her flawless bare torso exposed from the sunlight seeping through the windows and his attentive eyes. "Oh, right. That happened..."

He laughs at her choice of words, mildly amused.

"Yes, it did. I'll go grab you something comfortable to wear. Be right back." Travis pressed a quick kiss on her hairline before walking over to his closet.

He grabs an old Bearcats threadbare shirt and a pair of boxer shorts from his drawer, and then returning back to Taylor who already has taken the Advil, and now washing it down with the orange juice.

"Here you go."

"Thank you." She sets the glass on the bedside table to take the spare clothes, quickly getting dressed.