One Shots of Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce

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YO hEY GuYS! I'm sorry for not updating lately... but I'm starting a one-shot because that will prob make me stay focused because I won't have to follow a singular storyline!!

With the demands of their careers taking up most of their time, they barely saw each other. When they did manage to steal a moment together, it was as if the world around them melted away, and they were the only two people in existence. They truly connected in these precious stolen moments, sharing stories, laughter, and tears.

On this particular morning, Taylor awoke to her phone's alarm blaring, signaling it was time to get up for her flight. She groaned softly, burying her head beneath a pillow as she tried to ignore the insistent beeping. Just as she was about to reach for her phone, she felt a warm body slide in next to her, Travis's muscular chest pressed against her back. He began to dance around the hotel room in his boxers, singing "Olé Olé Olé Taylor" at the top of his lungs, his body moving in time with the music. Taylor couldn't help but laugh as she watched him, the butterflies in her stomach threatening to take flight.

Travis halted his dance and spun Taylor around, his mischievous blue eyes sparkling. "Come on, baby, don't make me start a dance-off," he playfully taunted, drawing her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, mirroring his grin as they swayed to the music. The warmth of his touch, the scent of his cologne mingling with the crisp morning air, and the firmness of his muscles beneath her fingertips sent a delightful shiver down her spine. They were acutely aware of their fleeting time together, but they seized the moment, losing themselves in the rhythm and the music.

Their kisses were soft and lingering, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they danced. Travis's hands traced lazy circles over her back, then lower, cupping her bottom, pulling her against him. Taylor arched into his touch, feeling her desire grow as they grew more intimate. She threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss, letting out a small moan into his mouth.

Their lips parted, and Travis looked into her eyes, his own glassy with desire. "I wish you could stay here with me all day," he murmured, brushing a stray hair from her face. "But you're going to kill it on Tour, eh? " Taylor bit her lip, feeling a pang of regret at the thought of being apart from him. "I know," she said softly. "But at least we can see each other next week, right?" He nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah, that's right. But for now lets make the most of it."

Their dance became more passionate, more urgent, as if they were trying to imprint every moment onto their skin. They moved together seamlessly, lost in the music and in each other, oblivious to the world outside their bubble.

However, their passionate makeout session was cut short when they heard a familiar voice calling out, "What the hell is going on in here?" They both froze, their lips still inches apart, as they turned to see Taylor's publicist, Tree, standing in the doorway, a confused expression on her face. Before they could say anything, she added, "And put some damn clothes on!"Tree stepped into the room, her eyes falling on them before landing on the clock on the nightstand. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," she muttered under her breath. "Taylor, you're gonna be late for your flight." She glanced back at them, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.  "And Travis, you should probably get dressed, too."

Taylor laughed nervously, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "Thanks, Tree," she managed to say as she hurriedly grabbed her belongings. Travis followed suit, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before heading to where Taylor stood by the door. 

Travis assisted her in gathering her belongings, and they exchanged one final, fervent kiss before she stepped out the door. "I'll miss you," he murmured, kissing her lips quickly. "Love you." She smiled up at him, promising him the same with her eyes before following her publicist out of the room.

As they walked down the hallway, she couldn't help but look back at Travis, who was still standing in the doorway, watching them leave. He gave her one last wave before disappearing into the room, and she felt a pang of regret wash over her. "You know, I could always have the private jet pick you up later tonight," Tree offered, following her gaze. "Just say the word, and it's yours." Taylor considered it for a moment before shaking her head. "Thanks, but I've got some things to take care of today. We'll have to make the most of our time together when I get back, won't we?"  

As she strolled down the corridor and descended the elevator to the lobby, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She couldn't help but reflect on her good fortune in finding someone like Travis, who had a knack for making her laugh and feel cherished, even in their physical separation. Their time together may have been brief, but it was filled with moments like these that made their relationship so special. They knew that they would continue to lead busy lives, but they also knew that no matter what, they would always find a way to be together, if only for a fleeting moment in time.