Tayvis One-Shots

make the first move (part 2) (m)

Taylor's POV

The night dragged on, but every glance, every word exchanged between Travis and I felt like a thread pulling us closer, making the tension impossible to ignore. We stayed on opposite ends of the room, each waiting for the other to break, but neither of us moved.

I was beginning to feel like I was on the edge of something, something I couldn't quite put into words, but something I knew I wanted. More than just the teasing. More than just the quiet promises hanging between us.

Eventually, the party began to thin out. The sound of conversation dulled, replaced by soft music and the occasional laugh from the few guests who lingered. Travis and I hadn't exchanged more than a handful of words in what felt like hours, but there was a palpable energy in the air. It wasn't just the teasing anymore—it was anticipation.

I couldn't help it. I found myself moving toward him again, as though I was drawn by an invisible thread. His eyes caught mine before I even took a step, and I saw it then—the change. The playful challenge was still there, but now there was something deeper. A longing. A hunger. He wasn't playing anymore. Neither was I.

"You're getting closer," he said, his voice low, almost rough, like he was trying to maintain control but was barely holding on. "I think you're ready."

I didn't respond right away. Instead, I stopped just a few feet away from him, feeling the heat between us intensify with every second. His gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips, and for a moment, neither of us moved, both of us savoring the electricity in the air.

"I told you I wasn't going to wait forever," I said, my voice barely a whisper. My heart pounded, the sound of it almost drowning out the music around us.

Travis took a step forward then, closing the distance between us, but he didn't touch me—not yet. Instead, he leaned down slightly, his breath warm on my neck. "You're pushing me to the edge, Taylor," he murmured, his voice thick with a mixture of restraint and need. "I don't know how much longer I can wait."

His words were like a challenge, and I wasn't about to back down now. I tilted my head, just enough to give him access to my ear, and then I let my lips brush the side of his neck in a soft, teasing caress.

"You've waited this long," I said with a smile, feeling the weight of his breath as it caught in his throat. "What's a little longer?"

I felt him tense, his body reacting to the proximity, the subtle invitation in my voice. And then, as if he couldn't hold back anymore, his hands found my waist, pulling me closer.

His lips pressed softly against mine, a slow, searching kiss that sent a ripple of heat through me. But just as I thought it might deepen, he pulled back, just enough to see the flicker of desire in my eyes.

"God, you're driving me crazy," he whispered, his hands sliding down to the small of my back, pulling me even closer, if that was possible. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and for the first time, I allowed myself to fully lean into him, my hands coming up to rest on his chest.

It was a shift. We were no longer teasing, no longer playing games. This was real, and both of us could feel it. The tension that had been building between us for hours finally snapped, and the floodgates opened.

I kissed him again, this time with more urgency, my lips moving against his as if I couldn't get close enough. His hands slid lower, his touch possessive now, but still careful, like he was waiting for me to show him how far I wanted to go.

But I didn't need to. I was already there.

My hands slid up to his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss. It was all-consuming, slow and heated, like we were both trying to make up for the time we'd spent resisting. Every nerve in my body was alive with the pressure of his touch, the way his lips molded against mine.