Tayvis One-Shots

can't catch me now

Travis's POV

Taylor is a menace. A little fucking menace.

One second, I'm in the kitchen, minding my own business, making us coffee. The next, she's swiping the hoodie I left draped over the chair and taking off running like she just stole a damn trophy.

"You little thief!" I yell, already sprinting after her.

She shrieks, laughing as she bolts through the house, my hoodie, my favorite hoodie, bunched up in her arms. She's quick, darting around furniture like she's been planning this escape for weeks. I almost grab her wrist in the hallway, but she jukes me so hard I nearly crash into the wall.

"Shoulda gone pro, Swift!" I call, chasing her through the living room.

She's laughing so hard she can barely breathe when she reaches the bedroom. She fumbles with the hoodie, trying to shove it over her head before I can stop her. I lunge, tackling her onto the bed just as she tugs it on.

"Gotcha." I pin her wrists above her head, grinning down at her. "You think you can outrun me?"

She's still giggling, cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling against mine. "I almost did," she teases, breathless.

"Almost doesn't count, angel."

She pouts dramatically, squirming under me, and I swear to god she knows exactly what she's doing. The hoodie is huge on her, drowning her in fabric, but somehow, she still manages to make it look unfairly sexy.

I dip my head, pressing a kiss just beneath her ear. "You look good in my hoodie," I murmur against her skin.

Her breath hitches. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I nip at her jaw, making her shiver. "But I think you'd look even better without it."

She pretends to consider. "Mmm. I did steal it fair and square."

I tighten my grip around her wrists, smirking. "Yeah, but see, now I gotta take it back."

She grins up at me, eyes glinting with mischief. "Then what are you waiting for?"

I don't need to be told twice.

I let go of her wrists just long enough to grab the hem of my hoodie, but Taylor takes the opportunity to slip right out from under me. She's fast- too fast, scrambling out of my grasp and rolling off the bed before I can pin her down again.

"Oh, come on," I groan, propping myself up on my elbows. "You're really making me work for this, huh?"

She grins, backing toward the door, drowning in my hoodie. 

"You're just mad I'm winning," she teases, pulling the hood up over her head like she's untouchable.

I push myself off the bed slowly, eyes locked on her. "Winning?" I echo, rolling my shoulders. "Sweetheart, the game's not over yet."

Before she can react, I lunge.

She yelps, turning to run, but I catch her before she makes it two steps down the hall. My arms wrap around her waist, lifting her right off the ground as she shrieks with laughter.

"Travis!" she gasps between giggles, squirming in my arms. "Put me down!"

"Hmm. Nah." I toss her over my shoulder like a damn sack of flour, turning us back toward the bedroom.

She smacks my back lightly, still laughing. "This is so unfair!"

"Life's unfair, baby," I say, kicking the door shut behind us. "Now, let's talk about what happens to hoodie thieves."