covered in you | taylor swift oneshots

𐙚 | girlie.

𐙚 wren: age eight
𐙚 set: november of twenty-three

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The heat in Argentina was refreshing. The streets of New York City had grown cold since summertime, but Buenos Aires remained warm even as nightfall collapsed upon the lively cityscape. Inside the sleek black SUV, pale cheeks were visibly flush from a combination of exhaustion and sweat. Chestnut hair was both slick and equally crisp as a result of a vigorous evening. For Wrenley Swift, the day behind her had been outright draining, and the two hour time change had amplified the feeling.

Green eyes were hidden beneath ivory lids smeared with fine silver glitter and thick brown lashes. Condensation slithered up windows, the humidity outside thick and suffocating. Smooth chestnut hair was sprawled against the glass, a small body slumped against the door entirely. Beside her was a body adorned in sparkling tights and midnight blue rhinestones, warm to the touch as fingers laced sweetly. The traffic was heavy, but expected, and a blanket draped across the child's body proved that prior preparation had been done. Taylor wouldn't hesitate to take credit for the blankets kept in the back of every security vehicle. She was entirely too smug about the situation, but even Trina Paine had vocalized the decision's benefit. It was two in the morning in Argentina, distant honking somewhat out of place for the hour, but Wren was unaware of the traffic jam ahead of them, or the fact that Taylor had been wincing in discomfort for the last thirty minutes.

Another person occupied the back row of the Ford Explorer. His body was pressed between the door and Taylor's body, his thighs spread wide as he took up space comfortably. His hand rested on her thigh, rubbing soothing circles into the glimmering thighs with the pad of his calloused thumb. The privacy screen kept their interactions from sight, it kept their conversation private, but nothing was spoken regardless of the created bubble. Taylor's head had crashed upon Travis's shoulder only twenty minutes into the drive, but an hour later it remained in the same position, but now was sandwiched beneath the weight of his leaning on hers.

When she'd been told that the hotel's location had been leaked and both front and back entrances were warmed with flashing lights and eager bodies, she'd been rightfully annoyed. All she wanted was to get her kid to bed, take a shower, enjoy a quiet meal with Travis, and then find comfortable sleep herself. But, as her eyes trailed to seek confirmation of Wren's contentment, she became filled with irritation that had her tensing beneath Travis's hand, and again she winced. How she'd manage to pull a muscle in her back between Lavender Haze and Karma, nobody was sure, but the tense pressure of the injury shackled her to minimal movements and shallow breaths. She had accepted the fishbowl life years ago, but her kid should be asleep in bed and she should be fingertips deep into icy hot by now, and so natural human emotions overwhelmed her as she burrowed deeper into Travis.

"Relax, baby girl." Travis mumbled against the crown of her head, sweat soaked curls tickling his nose as he inhaled her scent. Days and weeks apart were becoming harder and harder each time they were forced to say goodbye, but for the moment, he was just glad to be with her through this. His palm squeezed her thigh, comforting and strong. "She's okay." In the months that they'd been seeing each other, he'd learned a thing or two about quelling her anger, no matter how rightful it was.

Taylor breathed through her nose, letting her eyes close for what she'd thought was only a second, but the next time they opened the hotel's illuminated sign was within visible distance and the traffic had all but fallen away from the backroads they traveled. Instinctively she turned away from Travis, readying herself to make a timely escape with (a still sleeping) Wren. Only when she twisted the muscles in her back did she recall the injury she'd sustained, and a sharp exhale of discomfort pushed through her pursed lips.