I know this happened forever ago but idc
Travis Pov
"Yeah man I don't think that's salvageable," Jason's amused voice came through my headphones.
I looked down at the splintering wood of the chair; my bottom lip trapped between my teeth. I hated to admit it, but he was right. No amount of tape and superglue was going to put this back together. "Fuck man how am I supposed to explain this to Tay," I shook my head sitting back down on the office chair I had grabbed as a replacement. "Hey sweetie, welcome home, I broke your nice chair with my ass," I said sarcastically.
Jason leaned back in his chair with a wheeze, and I could hear Brandon and Jake cackling in the background. "When does she get back?" Jason questioned.
I glanced down at my phone my brows raising in surprise at the time. "Like ten minutes," I replied eyeing the message for Taylor which she had sent twenty minutes ago.
"Oof good luck dude," Brandon breathed.
I gave him a look which resulted in Brandon raising his hands up in surrender. "I'm gonna hop off and try and get some of this cleaned up before she gets back," I informed everyone offering a quick goodbye before hanging up the call.
Gathering as much of the stray pieces of woods as I can I quickly tided up vacuuming over the floor to ensure no hidden splinters would get stuck in people feet. Once I was sure there was no left over wood, I grabbed the seat and detached backing and began making my way downstairs.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I saw Taylor standing in the kitchen I realized I hadn't heard her come in. In a small panic I shoved the broken chair around the corner of the wall where she couldn't see the contents of my hands just before she turned to look at me.
She gave a little jump of her own when she saw me before offering me a sweet smile. "Oh hi baby," she chirped. "I didn't know you had come down, I thought you were still recording," she began walking towards me giving me a suspicious look when I backed away slightly. "Trav?"
"Yes sweetie?" I gave her the most innocent smile I could muster.
"What are you hiding around the corner?" She questioned, her arms crossing around her chest.
"You know that chair you let me use for filming?" I began getting a nod in response. "Well it's kind of more of a stool now," I brought the broken off back of the chair to my chest a guilty look.
Taylor pursed her lips together as she looked from my face to the chair and back again. "How did that happen?" She inquired her hand reaching out to touch the splintered end of the wood.
"I leaned back a little and the back fell off," I explained vaguely, looking anywhere but her eyes.
A small giggle made me look down at Taylor who looked as if she was using all of her might to not bust out laughing. "You busted a chair with your ass?" She asked as if she needed clarification on the events that transpired.
"I busted a chair with my ass," I confirmed, slightly relived to see she was finding this amusing and seemingly not to upset about the chair.
She nearly double over in peals of giggles as she pointed to the broken chair. "Please tell me this was while you were recorded," she wheezed.
"Yes, the guys were trying to help me figure out if I could tape it back together," I responded which sent her into another laughing fit.
"I need that footage, oh my lord where's my phone?" She breathed out in between laughs as she darted over to the counter where her phone lay. I set the broken chair down shaking my head with a laugh as she hurriedly typed on her phone, most likely asking Brandon or Jake to send her the video.
Walking over to where she as leaned forward against the counter, I settled behind her wrapping my arms around her waist pulling her into my arms. "So, I take it you're not mad?" I asked, resting my chin on her shoulder to peek at her phone. Sure, enough she was texting Brandon begging him to send her the footage to which she had received a saluting emoji in response.
"Mad? No why would I be mad?" She asked confused spinning around in my arms to face me, leaving her phone discarded on the counter.
"Because I broke your nice chair," I murmured into her neck unable to resist pressing a few warm kisses against the warm inviting skin.
I felt her shiver as the hairs of my beard tickled her neck. "I don't care about the chair Trav, I don't even remember when I got it," she brushed it off. "You didn't hurt yourself, right?"
"What you mean besides my pride?" I joked, feeling her smile against my shoulder. "I'm fine, might have a bruise or two but nothing bad."
"Good," she nodded. Her hands slid up my chest pushing me back, so the back of my thighs hit the stool. I allowed myself to fall back onto the stool, my hands finding her hips as she pushed herself up to sit on my lap facing me, her legs straddling mine.
"Guess I need to lay off the sourdough," I joked squeezing her hips. "At this rate I'm not gonna fit into my tux on our wedding day."
Taylor laughed, bringing her hand up to her mouth, the ring on her finger glittering under the kitchen light. "All the more reason to take it off," she looked up at me through her lashes.
"Yeah, I guess so," I smirked. "I really am sorry about the chair," I murmured leaning into her hand which was playing with my beard.
"Trav it's fine really," she assured me offering a sweet smile which made her eyes twinkle. "But~," she drew out the word her smile turning into a smirk. "If you really wanna make it up for it I wouldn't complain with you subbing in as my chair for a while," she grinned wiggling her hips against mine.
"Alright now," I pulled her closer, her arms wrapping around my neck draping over his shoulders.
I sealed my lips over hers relishing in the small sigh I received in response. Her hands played with the small hairs on the back off her neck, the feeling of her nails brushing over my skin sending shivers straight between my legs.
After a while she pulled back, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, her face and neck flushed a delightful pink which disappeared under the neckline of her blouse. "We should probably stop before we break another chair," he mumbled against her lips.
"That's fine," she breathed. "I can do it with a broken chair."
