Tayvis One-Shots

caught in the action (m)

Taylor's POV

The moment Travis pulled up to the darkened theater, I could barely contain my excitement. He had been planning this surprise for a while, and I had no idea what to expect. But when I saw the empty parking lot and the glow of the screen illuminating the entrance, my heart skipped a beat.

"What's all this?" I asked, turning to him with an eager smile.

"You'll see," he replied with a playful grin, that mischievous glint in his eye that always made me feel like he knew something I didn't, and it was driving me crazy.

When we entered, the lobby was empty, and the sound of soft music playing overhead created a cozy, intimate atmosphere. I glanced around at the empty theater seats, the giant screen at the front of the room, and then at Travis, who was already holding a bag of popcorn with that confident grin of his.

"You rented out the whole theater?" I gasped, still in disbelief. He didn't answer right away but just gave a sly shrug.

"I figured it'd be nice to have some space. Plus, I know you love Wicked," he added with a wink.

I smiled, touched by his thoughtfulness. Wicked was one of my favorite musicals, and the idea of getting to watch it in an empty theater with him was perfect. As the lights dimmed and the opening music began, we settled into our seats, the soft cushions providing a comforting refuge from the world outside. But as the movie started, something began to shift.

At first, it was subtle. The electricity in the air, the quiet tension between us that seemed to grow with every passing second. But by the time Glinda arrived at her school, I could no longer focus on the movie. My senses were attuned to Travis, how close he was beside me, how his leg brushed mine as he shifted in his seat. The proximity, the intimacy, was overwhelming.

I shifted in my seat, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. I could feel his gaze on me, though he wasn't looking at the movie anymore either. The air between us was thick with anticipation, and each brush of his hand, each subtle shift of his body only made the tension more unbearable.

I swallowed hard, trying to focus on the film, but my body was betraying me. My pulse raced every time he moved closer, the heat between us building. I needed him—needed to feel him closer, needed to know that this was real, that we were real.

I felt his hand rest lightly on my knee, his fingers grazing my thigh through the fabric of my dress. A soft gasp escaped my lips, and I turned to him, meeting his gaze for the first time since the movie began. His eyes were dark, filled with a longing I couldn't ignore.

"Travis," I breathed, my voice shaking slightly as I reached for his hand, pulling it toward me. I needed him, and I couldn't hold back anymore.

His breath hitched when our hands intertwined, his thumb grazing the back of my hand as if testing the waters. But I wasn't going to let him pull away. I wasn't going to let this moment slip through my fingers.

"Taylor," he whispered, his voice low, full of heat and desire. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, my chest rising and falling with every breath, my heart racing. "I need you," I said softly, the words coming out before I could stop them. "Right now."

Without another word, Travis leaned in, his lips brushing mine, sending a shockwave of electricity through my body. It was gentle at first, a soft, teasing kiss, but it quickly grew more intense as I melted into him, my hands threading into his hair as I pulled him closer. I needed more, needed the closeness, the warmth, the connection.

His hands found my waist, his fingers trailing over the fabric of my dress, sending shivers through me. He pulled away just enough to look at me, his forehead resting against mine as we both tried to catch our breath.