Pee Wee Football and the Superbowl Chapter 14
Title: Pee Wee Football and the Superbowl
Pairing: Tim/Julie
Spoilers: Season 2
Summary: After the fiasco with Riley and another disastrous date, Julie decides that she has something she wants to lose. And Tim Riggins seems to be just the person to help with that. Tulie!
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made - played with for fun only.
Chapter 14
Stealthily Tim crept up to Julie’s window and ran his hand along the bottom of the frame. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when he realised the window had been left off the latch and was partly open to allow in the night air.
She was pissed at him, that much he was certain. He just hadn’t realised how pissed off she was. They were supposed to have been meeting up that evening after she’d had dinner at their spot but she’d never shown. He didn’t even want to think about some of the rumours that were flying around at the moment.
He’d not even gotten a chance to explain things to her about his fight in the locker room, Coach had hauled him outside and made him run laps of the field until Mrs Taylor had called to find out if her husband was actually going to return home for dinner. Coach had probably relayed his entire outburst over the dinner table.
Prying the window open, he lifted himself onto the ledge and edged into Julie’s room, holding the curtains out of his way as he did so. His body ached all over, his muscles feeling like lead.
The moon streamed in alleviating some of the darkness in the room and allowed him a glimpse of Julie asleep in bed. Or rather she was pretending to be fast asleep, her body was tense and too still, and she was holding her breath.
Mapping out the route to her door, Tim allowed the curtains to swing shut and made his way across Julie’s room, keeping in mind any objects that he was likely to stumbled against or knock into.
The lock clicked into place, the sound abnormally loud in the silence of the house.
Julie was still huddled under the covers, only now her back was facing him and she’d rolled over to the side of the bed in an attempt to get as far away from him as possible.
Not the smartest thing she’d ever done if he said so himself.
Toeing off his boots Tim picked at the edge of the bed covers and slid himself beneath the plain cotton sheets.
“Jules?” He whispered curving his body around hers.
“You need to leave Tim.” Julie replied dully, her voice quiet.
Trying to make the most out of the situation Tim joked, “How did you know it was me? It could have been a robber or an axe murderer or something!”
“Believe me, a robber or an axe murderer would be a lot more welcome than you are at the moment.” She commented without any hint of emotion.
“Mmm,” he said noncommittally. Nuzzling his face against the back of her neck, Tim struggled to ignore the way Julie remained implacable to his advances.
Steeling himself, Tim prepared to pull out the big guns. “I’m sorry,” he whispered dropping a kiss onto the curve of her shoulder. Tucking his hand about her waist, he wormed his hand beneath the thin cami top she was wearing and settled his palm over her stomach, content to feel the smooth skin.
“I know I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, but he was talking about you and I just lost it.” He confessed against her smooth coconut scented skin. His hand rose from her stomach to cup her right breast, “Say you forgive me Jules…” Tim crooned softly dropping another kiss behind her ear.
“I’m not upset about the fight in the locker rooms,” Julie answered shortly. Sure, she had been angry to begin with, but after her phone call with Lois it wasn’t the fight that he’d gotten into that upset her.
His stomach clenched, “Did I hurt you this afternoon? Did I scare you?”
She’d seemed fine at the time, but maybe he had been too rough. Julie hadn’t said anything at the time but then there would have been adrenaline running through her body and any fear or pain might not have kicked in until she’d gotten home.
Hell, she’d only recently begun having sex, how could he have been so selfish with her? He’d been rough and demanding and when he came down to it all, basically he’d fucked her in the dirt on the side of the road, driven himself into her body without a second thought to her at all as he’d taken her the way he’d needed to. He’d not spared a moment of consideration for her, not given her any chance to say no.
“No, you didn’t hurt me or scare me this afternoon.” Julie replied softly, as if knowing how much the issue bothered him. The words had only left her mouth for a second before she clammed up again.
“Then what?” He pressed unable to leave the subject alone.
“Have you not heard any of the rumours flying around at school?” Julie finally spat out her hurt and anger getting the better of her.
With a sigh Tim shook his head, brushing his lips across the back of Julie’s neck. “No.”
“Paige Foster is telling everyone that it was her you slept with this afternoon. That she was the one to put those nail marks on your back, and that she‘s the reason that you got into a fight with Cortez in the locker rooms.”
“I was with you this afternoon.” Tim stated, pointing out the obvious. It was probably one of the most stupid sounding things he could say, but it was the only thing that popped into his head.
He had been with Julie that afternoon, she knew that he hadn’t slept with this ‘Paige Foster.’
“I know that.” Julie sniped. “Doesn’t it bother you that some random girl can say that and no one questions it?”
It’s as if a proverbial light bulb was just turned on inside his head. Julie was not only upset and hurt that everyone thought he’d slept with this ‘Paige Foster,’ but that she was jealous as well.
Even though she was genuinely pained by the rumour, a spark of pleasure streaked through his body knowing that she didn’t like the thought of him sleeping with other girls. Although he’d never deliberately tried to make her jealous by flirting with other girls, she never seemed perturbed when they came up and butted into their conversation. Most of the time she simply rolled her eyes and walked off as quickly as possible before he’d even had a chance to get rid of his fan. And it had been him that had pressed the exclusivity issue between the two of them.
It was nice knowing that he wasn’t the only one that got jealous because he sure didn’t like it when Saracen stopped by her locker or a guy from her classes sat with her during lunch for the sole purpose of flirting with her and trying to con her into a study date. Not that Julie realised it. She was so oblivious at times it was maddening.
“Have you slept with her?” Julie asked, torturing herself with the question when she already knew the answer.
Tim paused in his caresses, silent for a moment. “Maybe.” He admitted. “Probably.” He confessed. “I’m not too sure.” He said sincerely. He didn’t get the reputation as the school bad boy and man whore by not sleeping around. It hurts, and he’s ashamed that he doesn’t know the answer to Julie’s question one way or another but he honestly can’t remember. As she’s a rally girl though, the chances are pretty high he has.
For once he feels the impact of his sordid past, suddenly realises that it isn’t everything the guys in the locker room talk it up to be.
“Tall, blonde, big chest.” States Julie. “Ringing any bells?”
As much as he likes her jealousy, it’s not worth the pain and bitterness he’s hearing in her voice.
“That applies to most of the rally girls,” Tim mumbled regretting his casual words as soon as he’s said them, but when had a Riggins not fucked things up when it came to crunch time?
Julie burrowed her face into the pillow beneath her head and shifted away from him as much as she was able.
Sighing Tim let go of Julie and rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
She felt the mattress shift and then the springs squeaked, that along with the breeze of cold air signalled that he’d gotten out of the bed and was going.
That was easier than she’d expected, Julie thought resentfully.
She heard a dull clink and presumed that he was unlocking her bedroom door he left.
She grit her teeth. It was stupid to feel jealous and hurt over a situation that had happened long before he’d gotten involved with her.
But that reflection didn’t stop the ache inside.
She’d known that he’d had a prolific history with women, that way why she’d chosen him! Because she’d figured that he must know what he was doing!
Gripping at her pillow, Julie felt the bed dip. An arm draped itself over her waist and pulled her back further into the centre of the bed, binding her tight against it’s owner.
Julie swallowed feeling bare skin press against her shoulder and tried to ignore her heart hammering in her chest as she realised that he didn’t plan on going anywhere for the rest of the evening and had stripped down to his boxers.
Spooning himself in behind Julie, Tim brushed his lips across the nape of her neck, the knot in his chest loosening as he felt Julie relax in his embrace. He gave her a gentle squeeze and then settled down with her to sleep.
Pairing: Tim/Julie
Spoilers: Season 2
Summary: After the fiasco with Riley and another disastrous date, Julie decides that she has something she wants to lose. And Tim Riggins seems to be just the person to help with that. Tulie!
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made - played with for fun only.
Chapter 14
Stealthily Tim crept up to Julie’s window and ran his hand along the bottom of the frame. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when he realised the window had been left off the latch and was partly open to allow in the night air.
She was pissed at him, that much he was certain. He just hadn’t realised how pissed off she was. They were supposed to have been meeting up that evening after she’d had dinner at their spot but she’d never shown. He didn’t even want to think about some of the rumours that were flying around at the moment.
He’d not even gotten a chance to explain things to her about his fight in the locker room, Coach had hauled him outside and made him run laps of the field until Mrs Taylor had called to find out if her husband was actually going to return home for dinner. Coach had probably relayed his entire outburst over the dinner table.
Prying the window open, he lifted himself onto the ledge and edged into Julie’s room, holding the curtains out of his way as he did so. His body ached all over, his muscles feeling like lead.
The moon streamed in alleviating some of the darkness in the room and allowed him a glimpse of Julie asleep in bed. Or rather she was pretending to be fast asleep, her body was tense and too still, and she was holding her breath.
Mapping out the route to her door, Tim allowed the curtains to swing shut and made his way across Julie’s room, keeping in mind any objects that he was likely to stumbled against or knock into.
The lock clicked into place, the sound abnormally loud in the silence of the house.
Julie was still huddled under the covers, only now her back was facing him and she’d rolled over to the side of the bed in an attempt to get as far away from him as possible.
Not the smartest thing she’d ever done if he said so himself.
Toeing off his boots Tim picked at the edge of the bed covers and slid himself beneath the plain cotton sheets.
“Jules?” He whispered curving his body around hers.
“You need to leave Tim.” Julie replied dully, her voice quiet.
Trying to make the most out of the situation Tim joked, “How did you know it was me? It could have been a robber or an axe murderer or something!”
“Believe me, a robber or an axe murderer would be a lot more welcome than you are at the moment.” She commented without any hint of emotion.
“Mmm,” he said noncommittally. Nuzzling his face against the back of her neck, Tim struggled to ignore the way Julie remained implacable to his advances.
Steeling himself, Tim prepared to pull out the big guns. “I’m sorry,” he whispered dropping a kiss onto the curve of her shoulder. Tucking his hand about her waist, he wormed his hand beneath the thin cami top she was wearing and settled his palm over her stomach, content to feel the smooth skin.
“I know I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, but he was talking about you and I just lost it.” He confessed against her smooth coconut scented skin. His hand rose from her stomach to cup her right breast, “Say you forgive me Jules…” Tim crooned softly dropping another kiss behind her ear.
“I’m not upset about the fight in the locker rooms,” Julie answered shortly. Sure, she had been angry to begin with, but after her phone call with Lois it wasn’t the fight that he’d gotten into that upset her.
His stomach clenched, “Did I hurt you this afternoon? Did I scare you?”
She’d seemed fine at the time, but maybe he had been too rough. Julie hadn’t said anything at the time but then there would have been adrenaline running through her body and any fear or pain might not have kicked in until she’d gotten home.
Hell, she’d only recently begun having sex, how could he have been so selfish with her? He’d been rough and demanding and when he came down to it all, basically he’d fucked her in the dirt on the side of the road, driven himself into her body without a second thought to her at all as he’d taken her the way he’d needed to. He’d not spared a moment of consideration for her, not given her any chance to say no.
“No, you didn’t hurt me or scare me this afternoon.” Julie replied softly, as if knowing how much the issue bothered him. The words had only left her mouth for a second before she clammed up again.
“Then what?” He pressed unable to leave the subject alone.
“Have you not heard any of the rumours flying around at school?” Julie finally spat out her hurt and anger getting the better of her.
With a sigh Tim shook his head, brushing his lips across the back of Julie’s neck. “No.”
“Paige Foster is telling everyone that it was her you slept with this afternoon. That she was the one to put those nail marks on your back, and that she‘s the reason that you got into a fight with Cortez in the locker rooms.”
“I was with you this afternoon.” Tim stated, pointing out the obvious. It was probably one of the most stupid sounding things he could say, but it was the only thing that popped into his head.
He had been with Julie that afternoon, she knew that he hadn’t slept with this ‘Paige Foster.’
“I know that.” Julie sniped. “Doesn’t it bother you that some random girl can say that and no one questions it?”
It’s as if a proverbial light bulb was just turned on inside his head. Julie was not only upset and hurt that everyone thought he’d slept with this ‘Paige Foster,’ but that she was jealous as well.
Even though she was genuinely pained by the rumour, a spark of pleasure streaked through his body knowing that she didn’t like the thought of him sleeping with other girls. Although he’d never deliberately tried to make her jealous by flirting with other girls, she never seemed perturbed when they came up and butted into their conversation. Most of the time she simply rolled her eyes and walked off as quickly as possible before he’d even had a chance to get rid of his fan. And it had been him that had pressed the exclusivity issue between the two of them.
It was nice knowing that he wasn’t the only one that got jealous because he sure didn’t like it when Saracen stopped by her locker or a guy from her classes sat with her during lunch for the sole purpose of flirting with her and trying to con her into a study date. Not that Julie realised it. She was so oblivious at times it was maddening.
“Have you slept with her?” Julie asked, torturing herself with the question when she already knew the answer.
Tim paused in his caresses, silent for a moment. “Maybe.” He admitted. “Probably.” He confessed. “I’m not too sure.” He said sincerely. He didn’t get the reputation as the school bad boy and man whore by not sleeping around. It hurts, and he’s ashamed that he doesn’t know the answer to Julie’s question one way or another but he honestly can’t remember. As she’s a rally girl though, the chances are pretty high he has.
For once he feels the impact of his sordid past, suddenly realises that it isn’t everything the guys in the locker room talk it up to be.
“Tall, blonde, big chest.” States Julie. “Ringing any bells?”
As much as he likes her jealousy, it’s not worth the pain and bitterness he’s hearing in her voice.
“That applies to most of the rally girls,” Tim mumbled regretting his casual words as soon as he’s said them, but when had a Riggins not fucked things up when it came to crunch time?
Julie burrowed her face into the pillow beneath her head and shifted away from him as much as she was able.
Sighing Tim let go of Julie and rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
She felt the mattress shift and then the springs squeaked, that along with the breeze of cold air signalled that he’d gotten out of the bed and was going.
That was easier than she’d expected, Julie thought resentfully.
She heard a dull clink and presumed that he was unlocking her bedroom door he left.
She grit her teeth. It was stupid to feel jealous and hurt over a situation that had happened long before he’d gotten involved with her.
But that reflection didn’t stop the ache inside.
She’d known that he’d had a prolific history with women, that way why she’d chosen him! Because she’d figured that he must know what he was doing!
Gripping at her pillow, Julie felt the bed dip. An arm draped itself over her waist and pulled her back further into the centre of the bed, binding her tight against it’s owner.
Julie swallowed feeling bare skin press against her shoulder and tried to ignore her heart hammering in her chest as she realised that he didn’t plan on going anywhere for the rest of the evening and had stripped down to his boxers.
Spooning himself in behind Julie, Tim brushed his lips across the nape of her neck, the knot in his chest loosening as he felt Julie relax in his embrace. He gave her a gentle squeeze and then settled down with her to sleep.