Vow

six - taylor

Travis looked so small sitting in the corner of the shower, even though he towered over me at his full height. I knew it was probably hard for him to suddenly be in all of this, but I wasn't going to change anything for him. He was a temporary fake husband. Temporary and fake being the key words.

"I don't know." He mumbled, eyeing me up and down. "I'm kind of scared of you."

"Well." I couldn't help but laugh. "You're safe. You're my husband remember? Can't really kill you without raising questions."

"Okay." Travis seemed to relax a little. "I guess." He managed a small smile.

"Okay." I got up, removing my shirt and my denim shorts but leaving my underwear on as I stepped into the shower and sat down next to Travis so I wouldn't get many of my clothes wet. He wrapped his arms a little tighter around his legs, obviously still shaken. "I'm sorry you saw that." I forced myself to say in a soft voice. Being comforting was hard for me, but I knew he needed that right now and I didn't hate him. As much as I hated someone in my space, I was starting to realize it was nice to have someone around. "I didn't think you'd ever go down there."

"I'm sorry I did." Travis mumbled. "I was just curious."

"I know." I placed a hand on his arm. "It's forgotten." Rubbing his shoulder, I attempted a smile. It was so weird trying to help someone, but I could tell Travis didn't like the hard version of me very much. If I wanted him to fit into this role, I had to give him a little more normal and nice. But only a little. 

Travis sighed, and then all of a sudden he rested his head down on my shoulder. I blinked at him, unsure what to do. Was I supposed to just sit there or hug him? No, God I wasn't going to hug him. I almost shuddered at the thought. I just sat there awkwardly. I only knew how to fix things with sex, so I didn't know what else to do. Travis definitely wasn't in the mood for that right now.

"It's...okay." I tentatively patted his arm. 

"How much of that am I going to have to put up with in the next year?" He asked.

"I'll minimize it." I promise. "But around other mafia you need to keep a straight face. I don't care if someone gets decapitated in your lap; you act like it's normal okay? Just act like you're above it all."

"I'll try." Travis sighed, and I nodded. 

We sat there for a little while, and eventually Travis moved his head off my shoulder and I looked around to see him gazing at me. He had a strange expression on his face, but it only took me a second to realize he wanted sex. Maybe he did want to solve things with that after all.

"Just so we're clear." I said quietly. "What we have between us is a fake marriage and sex. I hope you're not expecting romance or dates because you would be barking up the wrong fucking tree."

"I know." Travis mumbled. "I just want to forget for a bit."

"Well that I can help with." I said, moving forwards and pressing my lips to his. Travis moved his hands to my hips, pushing me further back where I sat against the shower wall as he moved. Still kissing me, Travis shifted onto his knees, his hands circling the insides od my calves. "Oh, is that right?" I pulled back and arched an eyebrow at him. "You want a taste do you baby boy?"

"Please." Travis whispered in a submissive tone.

"Please...what?" I taunted, enjoying the dominance I had over him. I could see Travis thinking over what the right answer was, and then his cheeks flushed when he realized what I wanted him to say.

"Yes...mommy." He breathed, and heat flooded between my legs.

"Oh good boy." I almost moaned. Fuck it was hot having a six foot five man built like a greek god on his knees in front of you calling you mommy. I lived on that shit. "You can have as much as you want." I told him, slowly spreading my legs.