Title: "Time Out on Top"
Taylor Swift had been testing Travis Kelce's patience all day. Her sarcasm was in full swing, matched only by the exaggerated eye rolls and sassy little comments she'd been throwing his way. She'd even made a point to roll her eyes at him every time he asked her something simple, like whether she wanted a drink or what she wanted for dinner.
They were in the kitchen, and Taylor, standing at her petite 4'6", was busy pretending to ignore him while scrolling through her phone, giving him a few muttered responses here and there.
"Alright, attitude queen," he warned, crossing his arms and giving her a stern look. "Keep it up, and I might just have to do something about it."
Taylor barely glanced up, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. "Oh really, big guy? And what are you going to do, pick me up like a toddler?"
Travis smirked, narrowing his eyes at her. "You know, that's not a bad idea."
She scoffed, giving him an unimpressed look. "Sure, sure. Like I'd let you catch me."
With that, Taylor turned on her heel and darted out of the kitchen, a mischievous laugh escaping her as she made a break for it. But Travis was fast—faster than she'd anticipated. In just a few long strides, he was right behind her, and she could feel his presence looming as he closed in.
"Taylor, don't you even think about it!" he called after her, grinning as she tried to put some distance between them.
She sprinted around the kitchen island, hoping to lose him in her quick turns, but he was relentless, cutting her off every time she changed directions. Finally, he managed to corner her by the fridge, a victorious smirk on his face.
"Caught you," he said triumphantly.
Before she could even think of an escape plan, Travis wrapped his arms around her waist, easily lifting her off her feet. She squealed, playfully swatting at him as he held her in his grasp.
"Travis, put me down!" she protested, squirming in his arms.
"Oh, I'll put you down, alright," he said with a mischievous grin.
Then, with one swift motion, he placed her on top of the fridge. She immediately froze, remembering the last time she'd gotten herself stuck up there while reaching for a jar of honey. She'd been up there for nearly half an hour before Travis had found her, laughing himself silly before finally helping her down.
"Seriously?" she huffed, crossing her arms and glaring down at him. "You're putting me on top of the fridge?"
"Yup. Consider this your time-out," he said, stepping back with a smug grin. "Maybe some alone time up there will help you rethink that attitude."
She narrowed her eyes at him, grumbling under her breath. "Unbelievable. You're really just gonna leave me up here?"
He shrugged, heading toward the doorway. "Yep. I've got a workout to finish. You can come down when you're ready to behave."
And with that, he left her perched on top of the fridge, chuckling to himself as he walked to their home gym. Taylor watched him go, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and frustration. Of course, he'd leave her up here like this.
But she wasn't going to give in that easily. As she sat there, fuming, a plan began to form in her mind. She glanced over at the kitchen island, just a few feet away. If she could just slide off the fridge and land on the island, she could make her escape. She just needed to be careful.
After a few moments of mentally preparing herself, Taylor shifted to the edge of the fridge, sliding her legs over until she was dangling off the side. With a deep breath, she reached her toes down, barely managing to hook her feet on the edge of the island before slowly lowering herself onto it.
