Requested by: @Canadiangirly89
The music pulsed through the club, loud and vibrating, matching the excitement in the air. Travis Kelce's latest victory with the Chiefs had the entire city celebrating, and now, after hours of media appearances and locker room celebrations, he and Taylor Swift finally found themselves in the corner of an exclusive club, soaking in the night together.
Taylor leaned against the back of the plush booth, a soft smile on her lips as she watched Travis chat animatedly with a couple of his teammates, his energy infectious even after the long day. His hand remained securely on her thigh, a subtle claim of affection that made her feel grounded in the chaos of the club.
She couldn't help but admire him — the way his eyes lit up when he talked about the game, the easy confidence that always radiated off of him. He was in his element, surrounded by teammates and friends, yet somehow, he never lost focus on her. Every so often, he'd squeeze her knee or glance at her, sending her a wink that made her heart flutter, reminding her of how lucky she felt to be his.
"You good, babe?" Travis asked, leaning closer so she could hear him over the pounding bass.
Taylor nodded, her hand finding his. "Yeah. Just taking it all in. You were incredible out there today."
Travis grinned, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips. "I couldn't have done it without knowing you were watching. You keep me grounded, you know that?"
She chuckled softly. "I try."
The moment was tender, a small pocket of calm amidst the energy around them. But as Travis glanced around the room, his expression shifted slightly, a mix of mischief and guilt.
"I'm gonna hit the bathroom real quick, okay?" he said, already starting to stand. "You good here for a sec?"
Taylor gave him a small smile, playfully rolling her eyes. "I think I can manage. I'll keep your seat warm."
With a chuckle, Travis gave her one last kiss before disappearing into the crowd. The moment he was out of sight, Taylor leaned back in the booth, letting herself relax, her eyes scanning the crowd lazily.
It didn't take long for her to realize she'd caught someone's attention.
A man, drunk and stumbling, made his way toward her, his gaze lingering far too long. Taylor shifted uncomfortably in her seat, hoping that maybe he was just passing by. But he wasn't. The man, reeking of alcohol, stopped right in front of her, his eyes raking over her figure without any subtlety.
"Hey there," he slurred, his words nearly lost in the heavy music. "You're way too pretty to be sitting here alone."
Taylor tensed. "I'm not alone," she said, keeping her voice steady. "My boyfriend's just in the bathroom."
The man let out a low laugh, clearly not caring about her words. He moved closer, his hand casually resting on the edge of the table as he leaned in. "A girl like you shouldn't have to wait around. I'll keep you company 'til he gets back."
She recoiled slightly, her body shifting away from him. "No thanks. I'm fine."
But the man wasn't getting the hint. His gaze darkened, a flicker of entitlement flashing in his eyes. "Come on, don't be like that," he murmured, his hand brushing her arm. "I just wanna talk."
Her pulse quickened as she leaned further away, trying to create more distance between them. "I said no. Don't touch me."
His hand didn't move. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath hot and acrid against her skin. "What's the big deal? You don't need to be such a—"
"Hey!"
The sound of Travis's voice cut through the tension like a knife, and Taylor's breath hitched in relief as she saw him striding toward them, his expression shifting from confusion to fury in an instant.
Before the man could even react, Travis was there, towering over him, his hand grabbing the guy's arm and yanking it away from Taylor with enough force to make him stumble.
"She told you to back off," Travis growled, his voice low and dangerous. The shift in his demeanor was palpable, protective instincts kicking in as he squared off against the drunk man.
The guy, clearly not sober enough to realize the mistake he was making, sneered at Travis, trying to shrug him off. "What's your problem, man? We were just talking."
"No, you weren't," Travis snapped, stepping between Taylor and the man as though shielding her from any further harm. "She said she didn't want to talk to you. Now get the hell out of here."
The man's bravado faltered for a second as he looked up at Travis's imposing frame, but whatever alcohol-induced confidence he had seemed to push him into stupidity. "You're making a big deal out of nothing—"
"You need to walk away now," Travis warned, his voice tight with barely contained rage. His fists clenched at his sides, and Taylor could see the restraint it took for him not to escalate things further.
The guy finally seemed to realize he wasn't going to win this. With a scoff, he muttered something under his breath and stumbled away, disappearing into the crowd.
The moment the man was gone, Travis turned back to Taylor, his expression softening immediately. "You okay, baby?"
Taylor nodded, though her heart was still racing from the encounter. "Yeah, I'm fine now."
Travis's hands gently cupped her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks as he searched her eyes. "I'm sorry I wasn't here. That guy had no right to touch you."
She shook her head, reaching up to place her hand over his. "It's not your fault. You couldn't have known."
But the look in Travis's eyes told her he was still angry — not at her, but at the situation, at the fact that someone had made her uncomfortable, even for a second.
"I'm not leaving you alone for the rest of the night," he muttered, his voice soft but firm.
Taylor managed a small smile, leaning into his touch. "I don't think I'd want you to."
For the rest of the night, Taylor stayed glued to his side, her fingers intertwined with his. Every time they moved through the crowd or spoke with his teammates, Travis's hand remained on her, a silent but clear message to everyone around them — she was his, and no one was going to mess with her again.
As the night wore on, the initial fear and discomfort faded, replaced by the warmth of Travis's unwavering protection. She couldn't help but think of how safe she felt with him, how no matter what happened, he would always have her back.
And in a quiet moment, as she rested her head against his shoulder, her thoughts drifted to Abigail, her best friend who had always looked out for her in situations like these.
"It's just like being with Abigail," Taylor thought with a small smile, her heart swelling with gratitude. Only now, she wasn't just protected by her best friend — she had Travis, and she knew without a doubt that he'd keep her safe at all costs.
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