Tayvis One-Shots

in the shower

Travis's POV

I watched Taylor, her silhouette framed by the dim lighting in the bathroom as she stepped out of the shower. Her hair was damp, hanging in soft waves around her shoulders, and the steam from the water wrapped around her like an intimate veil. She didn't see me standing there in the doorway, but I couldn't look away. We had only been dating for less than a month, but she already had me hooked.

It had been a long day. We'd spent hours together, laughing and talking about everything and nothing, as we always did. The tension between us had been growing, thickening with every passing minute. 

I could feel it in the way our hands brushed when we passed each other in the kitchen, the heat in her gaze when she caught me looking at her, the way she lingered just a second longer than necessary whenever we were close.

I didn't want to admit it, but I was more than a little nervous. I wasn't sure why, though. We'd crossed lines I never thought I'd cross, and it had always felt natural. But tonight, everything felt different. More charged, more urgent.

She reached for a towel, and I had to force myself to blink, to focus on anything other than the way the water still clung to her skin, tracing the curves of her body. God, she looked perfect.

"You know," she said, breaking the silence, "I think I left my robe in the other room."

I smiled. It was like she was reading my mind, that familiar, playful smile of hers tugging at her lips. She was teasing me, and I couldn't help but feel a little bit of heat rush to my chest.

"I can go grab it for you," I offered, taking a step closer to her, my hands instinctively reaching for the towel she had just let fall to the floor.

Taylor chuckled softly, shaking her head. "No, you don't have to do that. I'll just... get it myself."

Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as if she was toying with the idea of something more than just getting dressed. I felt it in the air—this magnetic pull between us. The last few weeks had been a blur of stolen moments and quiet intimacy, and tonight, it was almost as if the universe was pushing us to take that next step.

But she was waiting. Waiting for me to make the first move.

I watched her bend over to pick up her robe, her back to me, the small of her back, the curve of her hips... It was all I could focus on, every inch of her body so beautifully tempting.

"Travis," she said my name in that way, soft but laden with meaning, turning to face me as she held the robe against her chest. "You know, you don't have to pretend like you're not thinking about it."

My throat tightened. "Thinking about what?" I managed to say, my voice coming out a little hoarse.

She raised an eyebrow, that mischievous glint in her eyes telling me she knew exactly what she was doing. "You know," she replied with a smirk, taking a step forward. "This. Us. We both want it. We both know it."

There was no denying it. I wanted her, badly. But I also knew that we had to take it slow, even if every fiber of my being was urging me to act, to do something. But the truth was, I didn't want to rush it. I wanted to make this moment count.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper, the words feeling heavier than I expected them to.

She took another step toward me, the distance between us closing. Her hand came up to my chest, resting there as if she was grounding herself in the same way I was. "I'm sure," she said softly. "Are you?"

I felt a surge of something deep inside me. I knew we were both on the same page now. There was no hesitation, no more second-guessing. We were ready. And it felt right. So damn right.

I reached for her, my fingers grazing the bare skin of her arm as I pulled her closer, my heart pounding in my chest. "Then let's not waste any more time," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear.

Before she could say another word, I kissed her, slowly, deeply, the weight of the moment pressing between us. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel her pulse racing against mine as we kissed, both of us giving into the need that had been building for days, for weeks.

I broke the kiss only long enough to murmur, "I think we should head to the shower."

Taylor's breath caught as she nodded, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me toward the bathroom. The door to the shower was already open, the steam rising, the warm water cascading down the sides.

I followed her inside, closing the door behind us, and I took a moment to just look at her, the steam curling around us like a veil. Her eyes were dark, filled with the same desire I was feeling, but there was something else there too—trust. A quiet, powerful trust that made my chest tighten.

"Travis..." she breathed, her voice like a soft caress.

I reached for her, guiding her under the spray of warm water, the droplets hitting her skin like tiny kisses. She leaned into me, her body pressed against mine, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her even closer. We stood there for a moment, just breathing each other in, the water surrounding us, the only sound the soft rush of the shower and the beating of our hearts.

Her hands trailed down my chest, sending sparks of electricity through my body with every touch. "I want you, Travis," she whispered, her voice thick with need.

And in that moment, I knew that nothing else mattered. Not the world outside this bathroom, not the chaos that had surrounded us before, just us, here, now.

I leaned down to kiss her again, feeling the warmth of the water and the heat between us rise. The moment was ours, and I wasn't going to waste it.

sorry for the smut robbery but i really can't bother writing it today