Tayvis One-Shots

churros

i am extremely high on tayvis pills and it's 1am... resulting in me working on about five different fluffy one-shots at the same time.

Travis's POV

Date nights with Taylor always started with chaos, especially when she was trying to decide what to wear. Tonight, it was no different.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, holding up two dresses—one red, one black. Her lips were pursed in concentration, her head tilting as she scrutinized them.

"What do you think?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at me.

I was leaning against the doorway, watching her like a man completely and utterly whipped. She was barefoot, her hair in soft waves down her back, and wearing one of my oversized t-shirts that barely reached mid-thigh. She didn't need a dress. She was already perfect.

"I think you look incredible in anything," I said truthfully, pushing off the doorframe to walk over to her.

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "That's not helpful, Travis."

"Okay, fine." I slid my arms around her waist from behind, pulling her against me as she laughed softly. "Wear the black one. It's classic. But..." I kissed the top of her shoulder, my lips brushing the soft skin there, "the red one will drive me crazy."

Her laughter turned into a shiver as I kissed the curve of her neck, my hands resting on her hips. "You're biased," she murmured, tilting her head to give me better access.

"Completely," I admitted, nipping lightly at her skin.

"Travis," she said, her tone somewhere between amused and scolding. "I need to get ready."

I turned her around to face me, my hands sliding up her sides until they rested just beneath her ribs. "You have plenty of time," I said, grinning as I leaned down to kiss her.

She sighed against my lips, her hands coming up to rest on my chest. "You're impossible," she mumbled, but she didn't pull away.

I deepened the kiss, one hand tangling in her hair while the other stayed on her waist. She melted into me, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.

When we finally broke apart, her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen. "You're such a distraction," she said, shaking her head, though there was no real annoyance in her voice.

"Guilty as charged," I said, smirking.

She stepped back, grabbing the red dress and holding it up against her body. "Alright, you win. Red it is."

I leaned back against the bedpost, crossing my arms as I watched her. "Good choice."

She raised an eyebrow. "You're just saying that because you know what it does to me when you stare at me like that."

I didn't deny it.

As she disappeared into the closet to change, I called out, "You know I'm still going to stare no matter what you wear, right?"

Her laugh floated back to me, and I couldn't help but smile. She could wear anything- or nothing at all- and she'd still be the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

She stepped out of the walk in closet a few minutes later, the red dress hugging her in all the right places. The silky fabric draped over her curves, stopping just above her knees, with thin straps that left her shoulders bare. She looked like a walking daydream, and I had to swallow hard just to keep my jaw from dropping.