"No it was great." Taylor said. "I got a lot of sleep on the plane so I'm good to..." Her eyes flicked up and she smiled. "Gotta go mom, I'll talk to you later." She said as she put the basket on the table. "I know. I love you too. Bye." Taylor put her phone down on the table with the basket and then rushed over to me, throwing her arms around my neck. 
"What are you doing here?" I hugged her tightly, burying my face in her neck, still surprised as all hell.
"I'm here to see you silly." Taylor pulled back to meet my gaze with a cute little smile. "I missed you, so I came early. That okay?"
"That's perfect." I whispered, pulling her into a much needed kiss. Taylor sighed happily, pulling her arms back so she could cup my face, holding herself close as the kiss quickly escalated, spurred on by the time we'd spent apart. "I missed you so much." I murmured as we stumbled our way over to the bed, quickly falling down and edging further up.
"Mhm, I missed you too." Taylor mumbled as one of my hands wandered down to her ass, squeezing gently. She moaned as I pulled her a little closer, both of us lying on our sides, heating the room up very quickly. "Fuck, fuck...Travis." Taylor whispered. "We can't. Not before the game tomorrow. You need rest."
"No baby I need you." I told her, and she giggled but pulled back.
"As much as I love you, our pants are staying on tonight." Taylor said, and I sighed at her. Then I had an idea and smiled. "Uh oh, what?" She giggled.
"Is that the only rule?" I asked. "That our pants stay on?"
"Well yeah." Taylor shrugged. 
"Okay." I kissed her again.
"What are you doing?" She mumbled.
"Keeping my pants on." I told her, tugging her a little back down the bed and moving on top of her. Taylor gasped as I nudged her legs apart, settling my hips against hers. The very sudden bulge in my shorts pressed up against Taylor's leggings, and both of us moaned quietly at the sensation. 
Fucking hell. I'd missed her so much, and our highly physical relationship didn't like it when we were apart. It was so hard not to tear her clothes and mine away and bury myself in her, but if she made a rule, I'd stick to it and then find a way around it. Taylor clutched me tightly as our hips ground together, our clothes barriers between us. Pants on, like she'd said.
"Travis this is no different than sex." Taylor panted.
"I don't see you stopping me." I murmured.
"Well that's because I really don't want you to stop." She mumbled, lifting her hips for more. "I didn't say we couldn't do this, I just said pants had to stay on, and I guess this is - " Taylor cut herself off with a whimper as I grabbed her ass with one hand, lifting her upwards as I pushed my hips forwards. "Fuck!" She cried, throwing her head back.
I kissed her neck as she caved and wrapped her legs around my waist, her body responding to mine. And fuck it was hot having our clothes on even if I wanted nothing more than to rip them away. Taylor panted for air as I kissed her neck, grinding against her, and eventually I pulled back and met her gaze.
"Take your shirt off." I murmured. Taylor shivered as she reached down and grabbed the hem of her t shirt, pulling it upwards and over her head to expose the plain black bra beneath.
"That's staying on too." She told me, and I sighed. "But your shirt..." She slipped her hands down my chest, and I nodded, so she quickly pulled it up and off. 
"This as much as you'll allow?" I asked, and Taylor nodded. "I can work with this." I ducked down to her chest, using my nose to nudge one of the cups aside and capture her stiff nipple in my mouth. Taylor let out a moan as I traced my tongue in a circle, sucking gently, and her nails dug into my back.