Tayvis One-Shots

stolen kisses

Taylor's POV

It was one of those lazy Sunday mornings, the kind where the sunlight streamed through the windows, painting the room in soft golden hues. The kind of morning where everything felt slow and warm, as if time itself had decided to take a break.

I was in the kitchen, still in my oversized sweater and shorts, flipping pancakes while humming along to the soft music playing in the background. Travis had been unusually quiet, lingering at the table behind me. I could feel his eyes on me, the weight of his gaze making me grin.

"Can I help you?" I asked teasingly, turning slightly to glance at him over my shoulder.

He was leaning back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, his messy hair catching the sunlight just right. His lips quirked up in that playful, lopsided smile I loved.

"Nope," he said, popping the "p" with exaggerated emphasis. "Just enjoying the view."

I rolled my eyes, laughing. "You're ridiculous."

He stood up, stretching, his broad frame towering over me as he crossed the room. "Yeah, but you love it."

Before I could respond, his arms slid around my waist from behind, pulling me close. His chin rested on my shoulder, and I could feel the scruff of his jaw against my skin as he grinned.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice low and warm.

"It was until you started distracting me," I said, but my tone betrayed me, I was smiling too hard.

"Distracting you?" He feigned innocence, brushing a soft kiss to the side of my neck. "I'd never."

I turned to face him, resting my hands on his chest. His grin widened, and before I could say anything, he leaned down and kissed me.

It was sweet, soft, and unhurried, the kind of kiss that made everything else melt away. His hands rested lightly on my hips, anchoring me to him as his lips moved against mine with a tenderness that made my heart flutter.

When he pulled back, he was still so close that his nose brushed against mine. "How's that for distracting?"

"Terrible," I said breathlessly, my cheeks flushed.

He laughed, his hands sliding up to cup my face as he kissed me again, this time with a little more playfulness. I couldn't help but giggle against his lips, and he smiled into the kiss, the kind of smile you could feel.

"Travis," I mumbled between kisses, trying and failing to sound serious, "I'm gonna burn the pancakes."

"Let 'em burn," he said without missing a beat, kissing the tip of my nose, then my cheek, then back to my lips.

I laughed, gently pushing him away. "You're impossible."

"And yet, here I am, being impossible and still getting kisses," he teased, stealing another quick peck before I could turn back to the stove.

I shook my head, trying to focus on the pancakes, but he wasn't having it. He stayed close, pressing soft kisses to my temple, my shoulder, the back of my neck, basically any spot he could reach.

"Travis," I said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. "If you don't stop, I swear-"

He spun me around, cutting me off with another kiss, this one deeper, more intentional. His hands cradled my face as his lips moved against mine, and I forgot whatever half-hearted threat I was about to make.

When he finally pulled back, I was grinning like an idiot, and so was he. "What were you saying?" he asked, his tone smug.

I playfully swatted at his chest. "You're lucky you're cute."

"Cute?" He feigned offense, stepping closer again. "Try irresistible."

I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Fine. Irresistible. Happy now?"

"Very," he said, his hands drifted from my waist to the small of my back, his fingers splaying wide as if he needed to feel as much of me as possible. 

His lips found mine again, and this time, the kiss was anything but casual. It was deeper, more insistent, pulling a soft gasp from me as I clung to him.

"Taylor," he murmured against my lips, my name sounding like a prayer.

His hands slipped beneath the hem of my sweater, the pads of his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over my lower back. The touch was featherlight, teasing, and it sent a shiver racing down my spine.

"You're so soft," he said, his voice husky as his lips moved to my jawline, trailing a line of kisses down to the curve of my neck.

I leaned into him, my hands sliding up his chest and into his hair. My breath hitched when he nipped lightly at the sensitive spot just beneath my ear, a playful smirk tugging at his lips when he felt my reaction.

"Distracted yet?" he asked, his tone low and teasing.

"Completely," I admitted, my fingers curling into his shirt to pull him closer.

His laughter was warm, his lips finding mine again, his kiss slow and deliberate. His tongue brushed against mine, sending a thrill racing through me. His hands roamed up my sides, skimming over the thin fabric of my shirt, his touch igniting a trail of heat wherever he lingered.

"I should probably let you eat," he murmured between kisses, though his lips never fully left mine.

"Don't you dare stop," I whispered, tugging him closer.

His response was a deep, rumbling chuckle as he kissed me harder, his hands sliding up to cradle my face. My back hit the edge of the counter, and I felt his grip tighten on me like he couldn't bear to let me go.

"Taylor," he said softly, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes searched mine, warm and full of something unspoken but undeniable.

"Hmm?" I asked, my fingers brushing over his jaw.

"Tell me to stop if I'm getting carried away," he said, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my cheek.

I smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. "You're not. I trust you."

He let out a soft breath, his forehead resting against mine. "Good. Because I don't think I could stop kissing you if I tried."

"Then don't," I whispered, pulling him back down to me.

This time, the kiss was slower, deeper, and impossibly tender. His hands never strayed far, staying respectful even as the heat between us grew. It was the kind of kiss that left my heart racing and my legs feeling like jelly.

We eventually broke apart, both of us breathing hard. Travis rested his forehead against mine again, his hands settling back on my waist.

"You're dangerous," he said, his lips quirking up into that lopsided grin.

"Me?" I teased, brushing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "You're the one who can't keep his hands to himself."

"Can you blame me?" he said, his voice dropping a notch as his hands slid down to rest on my hips.

I bit my lip, shaking my head. "Not really."

The pancakes were definitely burnt now, but neither of us cared.