Taylor's POV
The setting sun glittered through the sliding glass doors, sparkling against the almost empty wine glasses that sat on my coffee table. Laughter filled the room for what was probably the hundredth time as Brittany and I dissolved into giggles, far from alcohol impaired, just having fun. It had been so nice spending the afternoon with her while the guys were at training, since we'd been so busy lately there hadn't been much time.
"I swear." Brittany could barely stop laughing as she spoke, her grin as wide as mine. "Pat didn't ever let me forget it."
"God." I laughed, trying to breathe. "I think I just laughed myself into a set of abs." I sighed, moving one hand to my stomach. We'd been laughing so hard my muscles ached.
"Oh be real Tay, you have them already." Brittany rolled her eyes at me, and I shook my head fondly as we both reached for our glasses. We lapsed back into conversation, still smiling like idiots.
About half an hour later, I heard the sound of a car outside and looked over at the clock. Training must have run a little late since Travis was normally home earlier than this, but I supposed they were working really hard to get ready from the season. Brittany and I both turned to glance down at the hallway as we heard the door, and then my boyfriend came down into the room, bag over his shoulder, looking a little sweaty and tired, but happy.
"Hey you two." He smiled at the sight of us. "Baby." Travis leaned over the back of the couch, kissing my hair as one of his hands brushed against my shoulder.
"Hi." I whispered, smiling up at him as I reached up to where his hand drifted, weaving our fingers together. "How was it?"
"Good." Travis yawned, running a hand through his hair. "Tiring, but we're really getting things locked down. It'd help if your husband would stop taking breaks every five minutes to text his wife." He winked at Brittany, who held her hands up in mock surrender as I laughed, finishing off my drink. "I'm gonna go shower, long day."
I nodded, moving to press a kiss to his fingers before I let his hand go. Travis went off to shower and put his things away, leaving Brittany and I still talking. He didn't take too long, and was back soon enough, changed and looking fresher. Instead of sitting down next to me like I'd assumed he would, Travis just leaned against the back of the couch, gazing down at me with a soft smile on his face. I blushed.
Without a word, he leaned closer, moving one hand beneath my chin to tip it upwards. Cutting me off in the middle of my sentence, Travis kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine. It was the kind of kiss that took my breath away and sent my heart pounding, and my head was spinning a little when it was over. 
"Britt." Travis looked over, away from me as I blinked, still dazed. "You know we love you."
"I'm aware." Brittany chuckled at me, used to our displays of affection.
"It's great you guys had time to hang out today." He continued, his hand shifting from my chin to stroke my hair. "And I mean this in the nicest way, but I think you should go home because I want to take advantage of an evening where I'm not busy and have lots of sex with my girlfriend."
"Travis!" I squeaked, going bright red at what he'd just said. 
"Hey." Brittany held her hands up, obviously amused. "I get it. Kind of hard to do that when you have someone over. I wouldn't want to get in the way." She winked at me and I blushed deeper, shoving Travis' arm. The two of them laughed at me. "I'll see you Tay." Brittany said as she grabbed her handbag. "Have fun with your lots of sex."
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't hide the small smile on my face as I got up to walk her out. In all honesty, it wasn't the worst she'd ever heard or seen from us, or vice versa. We told each other everything.
                                      
                                   
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Timeless: Tayvis Oneshots
FanfictionAnother one shot book because I hit the chapter limit on my last one lol. Same as last time: all about our favorite couple TnT. If you don't like smut, this ain't the place for you, and it'll be all different kinds of things, happy, sad, fluff, spic...
 
                                               
                                                  