Requested by: @tayvis_lover1387
The room was buzzing with energy, the soft hum of music and chatter filling the air. It was one of those high-profile events—some A-list party that Travis usually didn't care for but was attending for Taylor's sake. It wasn't that he didn't like going out; it was more that, after a long day of practice or a hard-fought game, he preferred quiet nights at home with her. Just them, a glass of wine, and the peaceful hum of their shared space.
But tonight, this party wasn't about him. It was about Taylor.
It was a celebration—her latest album launch had skyrocketed to number one (as usual), and the label had insisted on throwing a huge event to mark the occasion. The venue was beautiful, sleek, and modern, filled with celebrities, industry professionals, and friends. Travis could see it meant a lot to her.
And of course, if it was important to Taylor, it was important to him.
He watched as she floated through the room like the superstar she was, her silver dress catching the light just right with every step. She was absolutely glowing, her long hair falling in loose waves, her signature red lips pulling into bright smiles as she greeted people. Travis stood by the bar, sipping on a drink and keeping his eyes on her the entire time. He always had one eye on her, even when they were out in public. It wasn't possessiveness—it was just... protection. A quiet sense of responsibility that came with being the one who loved her most.
But tonight, that watchfulness came with a little something extra. It had been a long week for both of them. Between his practices and her press events, they hadn't spent nearly enough time together. And now, as she worked the room like the professional she was, all Travis could think about was how badly he wanted her back by his side.
The room was packed, but it felt like they were miles apart. He felt a flicker of frustration. Not at her, but at the situation. At the fact that, in a room full of people, the only person he really wanted to be near was her.
And then, as if she could sense him thinking about her, Taylor glanced over her shoulder and found his eyes from across the room. The smile she sent him was small, but it hit him like a freight train. God, she was beautiful.
Travis set his drink down, a decision forming in his mind almost instantly. He wasn't about to spend the rest of this night on the sidelines. He pushed through the crowd, navigating his way through conversations and clinking glasses until he finally reached her.
Taylor was in the middle of a conversation with a group of executives when she felt Travis's warm hand on her lower back. She turned, her smile widening as she tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
"Hey, there," she greeted softly, her eyes twinkling under the soft party lights.
"Hey," he replied, his voice low but unmistakably possessive. He slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, his chest pressing against her back.
Taylor chuckled, but the sound was light, airy. "You okay, babe?" she asked, her voice full of warmth.
Travis nodded, his lips brushing the side of her head as he murmured, "Yeah, just... missed you."
She leaned into him, the gesture subtle but enough to send warmth spreading through his chest. "I'm right here."
"You are," he said softly, but his grip on her waist tightened slightly, like he wasn't about to let her go anytime soon.
The people around them carried on their conversations, none the wiser to the intimate moment unfolding between them. Travis didn't care who saw or who was watching. His world narrowed to just her—the feel of her pressed against him, the way her body instinctively relaxed when he was near, how his hand seemed to fit perfectly against her hip like it was made to be there.
He pressed a gentle kiss against her temple, his breath warm against her skin. "You wanna sneak out of here?"
Taylor let out a soft laugh, turning her head slightly to catch his eyes. "You hate these kinds of parties, don't you?"
He shrugged, giving her that boyish grin that always melted her. "Only when you're not next to me."
She smiled, leaning her head against his chest for just a moment. "I have to make the rounds, you know that."
Travis let out a quiet sigh, but he didn't release her. Instead, he held her closer, resting his chin lightly on top of her head. "I know. Doesn't mean I'm letting you go, though."
She smiled, unable to help herself. There was something about Travis's quiet possessiveness that never failed to make her heart skip a beat. It wasn't controlling; it was protective, like he was her anchor in a world that often felt overwhelming.
They stood like that for a few minutes, neither of them speaking as the world around them continued to move. Taylor could feel the steady rise and fall of Travis's chest against her back, his arms a firm but gentle hold around her waist. It was moments like these that reminded her of why she loved him so much. He didn't need to be flashy or over-the-top. Just being close to her was enough for him, and honestly, it was enough for her too.
"Tell you what," she said after a beat, tilting her head up to look at him. "I'll make a few more rounds, and then we can leave. Deal?"
He raised an eyebrow, considering her offer for a moment before nodding. "Deal. But I'm not going anywhere."
Taylor laughed, the sound soft and melodic. "Didn't think you would."
She turned back to the group she had been talking to, but Travis stayed glued to her side. His hand never left her waist, his body a constant presence next to hers. As the evening wore on, it became clear that he wasn't letting her go anytime soon. Every time she tried to move away to greet someone new, he found a way to pull her back, to keep her close.
At one point, Taylor's friend Abigail came over, raising an eyebrow when she saw how tightly Travis was holding onto Taylor. "You two okay?" she asked, amusement clear in her tone.
Taylor laughed, resting a hand on Travis's arm. "I think he's just feeling a little clingy tonight."
Travis smirked, unbothered by the teasing. "Not clingy. Just... making sure she doesn't get lost in the crowd."
Abigail shook her head, grinning. "Right. You're like a human security detail."
Travis chuckled, but there was a glint of truth in his eyes. He'd never let anything happen to Taylor. Not on his watch.
As the night started to wind down and the crowd began to thin, Taylor finally leaned into Travis's side and whispered, "Ready to go?"
His eyes lit up, and he wasted no time in nodding. "Hell yes."
They said their goodbyes quickly, Taylor excusing herself with promises to catch up soon while Travis made sure to keep his hand on her waist the entire time. The second they stepped outside into the cool night air, Travis exhaled, a visible weight lifting from his shoulders.
Taylor looked up at him, amused. "Feel better?"
He grinned, tugging her even closer, if that was even possible. "Much better."
They walked to the car, Taylor's arm now looped around his waist, her head resting against his shoulder. Travis opened the passenger door for her, pressing a kiss to her lips before she slid inside.
As he rounded the car and got in, he glanced over at her, his expression softening as he reached for her hand. "Sorry if I was a little... possessive in there."
Taylor smiled, her fingers lacing through his. "I didn't mind. I like it when you don't let go."
Travis raised their joined hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "I'll never let go."
And as they drove away from the party and back toward the quiet of their home, Taylor couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to have a man who loved her so fiercely, so completely. Because with Travis, she never had to wonder if he'd be there for her. He always was, always would be.
And in his arms, she always felt safe. Always felt loved.
Always.
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