title: Corruption
pairing: Tim/Julie
rating: M/NC-17
disclaimer: Not mine.
summary: "Nothing like corruption to make the heart beat faster."
When Tim touches her, it's softer than she expected. Tender, almost, with his hair falling in strands across her face and his hand working purposefully up her thigh. And yet it's soft, tentative, as if he's waiting for her to tell him to stop.
Which she almost did when he first came toward her. Still might have if his touch wasn't clouding her thinking and causing her to arch upwards like a cat in heat and push her hips forward, all but begging him to put his hand where she craved it.
And when he did, when his fingers entered her (no longer tender. Strong. Deliberate.), she gasped so loudly that he clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling the sound. And she understood, because that was the last thing she needed. Her dad, or, worse, her mom walking in here and ruining everything. Never letting Julie take advantage of the pleasure she didn't know she had been yearning for ever since her father had allowed Tim Riggins to take up residence on their couch.
He was adding another finger now, pressing and curling, and Julie sobbed out moans, licking at his palm and clawing at his knuckles. But he didn't ease his grip on her jaw, and his fingers only moved faster, a thumb brushing delicately over her clit.
He was better at this than Matt. Better than anyone she could imagine, really, with his broad thumbs and thick fingers. She felt like she was on fire with his body pressing down against hers, and she could feel herself spiraling downward. It wouldn't be long now.
And then his mouth was near her ear, and his fingers were moving even faster, and he whispered "Julie" in this low, rumbly voice she'd never heard before, and she was cumming harder than she ever had. Crying out muffled screams into his palm, and shuddering all over, which light flashing behind her eyes.
She came down slowly, her body sagging against the bed, and he was nearly grinning. She smirked at him, realizing he was probably reveling in the fact that he had just given perfect Julie Taylor, the coach's daughter and Matt Saracen's innocent ex-girlfriend, the best orgasm of her young life.
He wouldn't let her return the favor. He just stood and walked toward the door, mumbling something about "next time".
Julie wondered if there would even be a next time. If her suspicions were correct he had already gotten what he wanted. He'd corrupted her in her father's house, he'd ground her hard into the bed and left her gasping and crying out for more. Nothing like corruption to make the heart beat faster.
But as Julie lay back on her bed, her body finally returning to normal, she selfishly hoped that there would be a next time. And as she rolled over and drifted off, no doubt to dream of Tim Riggins's fingers, she couldn't help but silently thank her father.
She didn't think she'd mind having a Riggins for a roommate.