Tayvis One-Shots

kiss me

hii i'm back from my vacation did you all miss me hehe <3

Taylor's POV

The first time Travis Kelce kissed me, it wasn't some grand moment with fireworks or dramatic declarations. It was quiet, unexpected, and completely perfect.

We were on my couch, tucked into the corner of the living room. The lamp cast a soft glow over the space, and the playlist I'd put on earlier had drifted into something slow and acoustic. We'd been talking for hours, about everything and nothing, like we always did.

I don't even remember what he said before it happened, some teasing comment about my ridiculous collection of throw pillows, maybe, but I looked over at him, and he was already looking at me.

The air between us shifted, suddenly heavier, like it was holding its breath.

"Taylor," he murmured, his voice low and steady, like he was testing how my name felt in that moment.

I couldn't find words, couldn't think beyond the way he was looking at me. Like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

He leaned in, hesitating just enough to let me stop him if I wanted to. But I didn't.

When his lips met mine, it was soft, tentative at first, like he was figuring out if this was okay. I kissed him back, and the hesitation melted away. His hand found my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin, and I felt myself sink into him.

It wasn't rushed or frantic. It was careful, slow, like we had all the time in the world to get this right. His lips were warm and gentle, his touch grounding me in a way I hadn't expected.

The kiss between us lingered, slow and deep, as if neither of us wanted to break the moment. Travis's hands rested on my hips, warm and steady, grounding me as my fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.

When we finally pulled apart, our breaths mingling in the quiet of my room, I hesitated. The words were right there, stuck somewhere between my heart and my mouth.

"Stay tonight," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze softened, his brows furrowing slightly as he searched my face. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, feeling the nervous energy coursing through me. "I don't want to be alone tonight," I admitted. "But... just stay. That's all I mean."

Relief flickered across his face, though there was still a trace of hesitation in his eyes. "Okay," he said gently, his voice low.

We moved to my bedroom, the air between us shifting into something quieter but still intimate. I handed him a spare T-shirt and some sweats, trying not to laugh at the thought of how they'd fit him. He disappeared into the bathroom to change while I perched on the edge of the bed, smoothing out the duvet and trying to settle my racing thoughts.

When he came back, his broad frame nearly swallowed up my clothes, but he looked so effortlessly at ease. He crossed the room and stopped in front of me, his hands finding mine where they fidgeted in my lap.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

I nodded. "Yeah. Are you?"

"Yeah," he said, but then he paused. "But can we talk about something before I stay?"

"Of course." I tried to keep my voice steady, but my heart was beating so hard I thought he might hear it.

He sat beside me on the bed, still holding my hands. "I know you asking me to stay... I mean, I don't know if you're thinking we'd..." He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, clearly searching for the right words.

It clicked immediately, and I felt my cheeks heat up. "Oh. I wasn't thinking about having sex tonight."

He blinked, visibly relaxing, though his ears turned a little pink. "Okay. Good. Because I wasn't sure, and, um... I'm not ready for that yet."

"You're not?" I asked, surprised.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Don't get me wrong. I think about it—a lot. You're gorgeous, Taylor. But..." He sighed, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "You mean too much to me to rush into something like that. I want it to be right, for both of us."

His words hit me harder than I expected. I reached out, cupping his face in my hands. "I'm glad you said that," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Because I'm not ready either. I just wanted you here with me tonight. That's all I wanted."

The tension between us melted into something softer. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and pulled me into a gentle hug.

"We'll get there when we're ready," he murmured against my hair.

I nodded, letting myself relax in his arms. "Thank you," I whispered.

"For what?"

"For understanding. For being patient with me."

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his smile tender. "You're worth the wait, angel. Every second."

We climbed into bed together, the lights dimmed, and the world outside fading into nothingness. Travis wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close as I rested my head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady under my ear, a soothing rhythm that matched the calm settling over me.

As we lay there, I knew we weren't rushing anything. We were building something that mattered, something real. And in that moment, being in his arms was more than enough.

I shifted slightly, looking up at him. His eyes met mine, and the way he was gazing at me made my breath catch. There was so much there, care, tenderness, a kind of patience that felt like it could stretch on forever.

I leaned up, brushing my lips against his in a kiss so soft it felt like a whisper. His hand slid up my back, cradling me as if I were something precious, and he kissed me back with equal gentleness.

His lips lingered on mine, warm and impossibly soft, as though he wanted to savor every second. He kissed me like I was the only thing that mattered in the universe, slow, unhurried, filled with a kind of quiet devotion that made my heart ache in the best way.

When I pulled back slightly, his forehead rested against mine. He let out a soft sigh, his breath mingling with mine. "You okay?" he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, my fingers lightly brushing over his jawline. "I'm better than okay," I whispered.

A smile spread across his face, and he pressed another kiss to the corner of my mouth, then one to my cheek, then my forehead. Each one was soft and deliberate, like he was mapping out all the ways he could show me how much he cared without saying a word.

My heart swelled as I tilted my head, catching his lips again. This kiss was slower, more intimate, a gentle meeting of mouths that made everything else fade away. I could feel the way his hand settled on my waist, his thumb tracing small, soothing circles against my skin.

We pulled apart for just a moment, and his lips ghosted over mine again, so softly it sent a shiver through me. I couldn't stop myself from leaning in, brushing another kiss to his lips, then his cheek. He chuckled softly, his arms tightening around me.

"Someone's getting greedy," he teased gently, his voice warm with affection.

"Maybe," I murmured, pressing another kiss to his lips, lingering this time.

He hummed contentedly, his hand moving up to cradle the back of my neck. He kissed me again, and again, each one softer and sweeter than the last. There was no urgency, no rush—just this perfect, quiet intimacy between us.

Eventually, I settled back against him, my head on his chest as his fingers traced lazy patterns on my arm. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and I smiled, feeling completely at peace in his arms.

"I could stay like this forever," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His lips brushed my forehead. "You and me both, angel."

And as we lay there, wrapped up in each other, I couldn't help but think that this, these soft kisses, these tender touches, this unspoken connection, was everything I'd ever wanted.