I don't own Friday Night Lights or any of the characters... Unfortun ately.

The party was boring.

Tim Riggins, however, was not. He'd decided to make a fool of himself early in the night by giving an impromptu strip show in the lounge room of the gracious, drunk host. The girls from Dillon High had never screamed so much in their life as Tim's rock hard body came into their sight.

He hadn't had as much to drink as people would've thought. The hour and a half that he had been at the party was all taken up by watching a little blonde on the other side of the room, her fringe falling into her eyes as she looked around as though she were bored. He had thought his 'Chippendale' performance would've made her smile, but he didn't see her look up once as the crowd had gathered around him.

Julie Taylor was sitting unimpressed in the corner of the room. She was annoyed. Lois had dragged her away from her new book and she'd rather be curled up on her bed, reading and listening to the rain outside. She refused to look over at Tim. They had been playing a little staring game for over four months now and she could barely stand the tension of standing in the same room as him. She swore she could feel his eyes drilling into her.

The worst pain would come if she looked over, the thought of seeing him again with a bunch of cheerleaders surrounding him and touching his skin would make her blood boil and she just knew she'd storm out.

She'd never felt like this with Matt. They would stutter and share sweet, innocent kisses and she felt special. But with Tim Riggins, the very thought of him brushing his skin against hers for a second would have her skin flushed and breathing ragged. She stood up suddenly, caught sight of Tim, cowboy hat placed firmly on his head, with his lady friends and rushed out of the house.

'Don't look back.'

She slowed down when she got to the old tree out the front of the house. An old tyre swing hung off of a massive branch and she put both hands on the two support ropes.

She sighed heavily.

'This is so wrong,' she thought to herself. 'He is not the one for you. He's just some stupid boy who makes you a little crazy. Mom explained all of this, remember? You're a teenager, your hormones are going crazy and any cute boy will get you going.'

She shook her head and scoffed to herself.

'Liar.'

He would stalk behind her in the hallways of school sometimes. She would always know he was there, that confident stride only he could pull off as she found it difficult to not trip over her own feet at the warm feeling she got up and down her back at his heavy stare. Then there were the football games. He would make some tricky move, pull his helmet off and smirk right at her. Julie thought he was just being a typical boy, dangling what she'd never have in front of her face.

She knew he was serious once he'd glare at any guy looking her way. She would send him as mean a look as she could possibly muster but his mouth would simply turn into a half-smile and she would storm off, trying as hard as she could to be mad at him.

Then there was the night that she had to put on her 'Coaches Daughter' cover and go to one of the football team's barbeques. She was the only girl from high school there and had sat with her mom in the freezing winter air. She remembered pulling her jacket tighter around her body, desperately trying to create some warmth when from out of nowhere a thick hooded sweater had fallen into her lap. She looked up just in time to see Tim turn around and walk back to his teammates. The smell of his aftershave would never leave her senses after she pulled it on.

But he'd never made a proper move.

Until now.

Julie's mouth opened in a soft gasp that never left her mouth as two bronzed arms came up around her own and held her gently against the rope. A hard chest rested against her back and a heavy, warm feeling settled somewhere down below her body.

"You run like a girl, Julie Taylor," Tim's rough voice came out against her ear, making her eyelids flutter against her cheeks and her body relax but her heart was beating frantically.

Her voice came out tiny and panicked, "Th-...that might be because I am a girl, Tim. What are you doing out here, shouldn't you be thrusting your hips at some cheerleaders so they'll tuck money into your jeans?"

He smiled against her cheek, his lips grazing at the flushed skin.

"You jealous, Jules?"

She laughed nastily, ripping her hands out from under his and turning around in his arms. "Jealous of what, Tim? The blonde bimbos that follow you around, hoping you might throw a glance their way? No way, I have better things to do with my time than run after a bunch of bonehead footballers."

He grinned again, looking down at the young girl trapped between his arms. "You look good tonight. You should wear those jeans more often."

"Please Tim, do not try and charm me. It won't work; I'm not your type. Your type being dumb and easy, if you were wondering."

"Ah Julie Taylor, you know those girls have nothing on you. Imagine the scandal we could create. The coach's daughter and the boy from the wrong side of the tracks." He smirked again, inching closer to her warm body.

She huffed and rolled her eyes, "Please Tim, that sounds like the makings of a bad movie. I wouldn't even be here if I didn't have to, I'm just here for moral support and I don't appreciate what was supposed to be a peaceful night between myself and a good book to be ruined further by a bunch of girls drooling all over you. It's disgusting."

Tim's large hands smoothed over the denim fabric covering her butt and came to rest at the back of her thighs. Julie's eyes widened as he tightened his grip on her and pulled her into his body, nuzzling his nose against her ear.

"I'm tired of watching you pine over Seven, Jules. He doesn't deserve you... doesn't know how to treat you. You're not a little girl anymore," his hot breath tickled her ear. "I'd be there for you. I know you think I only care about the rally girls, but I don't know how much longer I can go on just sitting back and watching you cry over some little boy."

Julie made some kind of noise of recognition in her throat, too caught up in the feeling of his hands running up and down the back of her thighs and his lips dragging across the shell of her ear.

"You think I don't see you, but I do. I see everything. Every glance in his direction that ends up in mine. The anger in your eyes when you see me with another girl. I mean, damn Jules I know I'm good looking but some days I feel like you're undressing me with your eyes."

Her anger bubbled then and her palm lashed out at his bicep in what she hoped would leave a bright red, shiny mark on his tan skin. He let out a masculine laugh at that, moving so that his forehead was leaning on hers and he could look directly into her eyes.

"But what I'm really thinking, Julie Taylor, is that maybe it's about time you and me started to get to know each other a little better. No distractions. Just us."

And with that, his lips touched hers.

First story I've written for Friday Night Lights! Hope you liked it, please read & review!

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