A/N: I own nothing except for the plot and any one that is unrecognizable.
ON WITH THE SHOW...
After getting home Timber threw her keys into the bowl that sits on the table by the door that goes into the garage, thankful that she had enough school credits to only be required a half of a day at school. Maybe they'd let me be an office aid. She took off her shoes and put the in the tray by the door, before heading out of the mud room and into the kitchen.
Grabbing a soda from the fridge and opening the bag of potatoe chips on the counter didn't take her long. "I hate school lunches.. ugh!" Timber poored some of the chips into a bowl and took them along with her drink down the couple of steps that go from the kitchen down into the living room. She set her snacks on the coffee table and dropped her back pack by the couch as she passed by to dart up the stairs to change into some more comfortable clothes. Comfortable clothes being a pair of short black soffe shorts and a tank top, then settled down on the couch to do her homework.
Joy! Can't wait to get this crap done...oooo what should I cook for dinner? No none of that focus on the unpleasant task at hand...Spaghetti maybe? Timber glanced at the grandfather clock that stands close to the front door. Twelve fifteen. At least three and a half hours untill Glen gets home...Porkchops? Shaking her head she reached for a couple of chips and popped them into her mouth. You're just hungry...
Thirty minutes later, she packed up her things, put her bag by the garage door and went into the kitchen. With her chip bowl deposited in the sink, she got out a large pot, a paper plate and a vegetable peeler. Then she took out five large potatoes, a can of whole kernel corn, a can of Rotel tomatoes and chilis, a can of ranch style bean and a can of french cut green beans. She quickly organized everything on the counter and filled the large pot with the canned ingredients and set it on a burner to simmer, before she started to peel the potatoes. Letting the peelings drop onto the paper plate, Timber began to hum to herself.
After she cubed the potatoes, she dropped them into the pot and got a package of stew meat out of the fridge. Putting it in a skillet with some butter to brown, she let her mind reflect over how her day went. It had been rather awkward trying to dodge her friends questions about what she thought of Glenn getting remarried. Not that she wasn't happy to be around them more, it was just difficult seeing as how they had no idea as to why she was now at their school and not at the same one that she had been attending.
That thought then led to the next thought, as she stired the meat on auto pilot, of how she didn't know how Glen felt about her. It wasn't something that they had discussed. Probably still his kids' best friend. The girl that's 'practically family', because she's always around. Shaking away the troublesome thoughts, she dropped the meat into the pot, stirred it and turned up the heat to bring it to a boil.
Turning on the sink to wash up the skillet and other utinsels that she had used she adjusted the temperature. This little soap pump thingy is pretty darn nifty. No more full sink for three things. Yay! She rinsed everything off and placed them in the drain board to dry. Timber looked over at the clock on the stove. Three O'clock. Well, now what do I want to do?
Timber walked into the laundry room and set the washer to fill up before she tossed in a detergent pod. She walked up the stairs and stripped Glens bed and headed back down stairs, arms loaded with linens and dropped them into a pile in front of the washer. Then peeked over into the clothes hamper that collected what was tossed down the laundry chute. Not enough to even be considered a small load. You can wait untill tomorrow. Deciding to change her own sheets, she jogged back up the stairs and stripped her own bed down and added it to the pile, before adjusting the load size on the washer. You know it'd save a whole lot of time if we just slept in the same bed God I almost feel like a room-mate.
After putting the linens into the wash she headed back into the kitchen to stir the concoction on the stove. Glancing around the kitchen she noticed that she had forgot to clean the coffee pot before shehad left that morning. So taking it to the sink she turned on the hot water and swirled water around in it as she reached for a pump of dish washing liquid with the other hand. "I just love this little thing!."
"What little thing?" With a scream Timber was barely able to save the coffee pot from certain death on the tile floor. "Oh my god that would have been a catastrophic event! Please don't sneak up on me like that." She looked over at him and saw that he was trying to laugh, but it was more like a grimace. "Hey, are you okay?" She became even more concerned when he shook his head honestly. "It's the knee huh?"
He nodded and she went over to the cabinet and got down a glass then filled it with water. "Here go take something." He shook his head and took a deep breath. "Glenn Jacobs go take something." He just looked at her."There is no since in you being in pain when you don't have to be. Now go take something or all the water that I saved with that little soap pumpy thingy will be canceled out by the damn glass of water that's going to be poured back down the sink because you're to stuborn to go and take something." Glen threw up his hands in surrender."Yes ma'am, yes ma'am."
Smiling she held out the glass of water. "Food's going to be done soon." He took it. "Imma take a shower real quick." She could hear him going up the stairs and into the bathroom, since she heard the medicine cabinet close. Noisy thing... She heard him go into the bedroom and a minute later head back into the bathroom. "In the laundry chute please!"
"OKAY!"
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As Glen walked back down the stairs, he had to hang onto the banister to keep him upright. That stuff kicked in faster than he thought. Probably, because of the empty stomach... As he walked into the kitchen, he stopped and watched Timber move around the room. She was taking dishes down from the cabinet and setting the on the counter, before she moved to try to get down some glasses. Guess I put them up to high. She was standing on the tippy tips of her toes. She's so tiny.
Walking up behind her, he put his left hand on her left hip and reached over her to get a glass with his right. "Put 'em up to high?" She was looking at his hand on her hip, but he didn't move it. We're married, I can casually touch my wife...can't I...you haven't touched her at all! It's Timber for crying out loud. Exactly!
"Uh yeah...hey why are there no step stools in this house?" She was looking up at him now with her head cocked to the left. "I'm six foot eleven. Don't really need them." He reached up to get a second glass, when she turned causing his hand to skim over her derriere to her opposite hip. She then placed her right hand over the one on he has on her hip. "Does your knee feel any better?"
"Yeah. Kicked in faster than I thought it would." She nodded, "You probably need to get something on top of it, before you end up getting sick." He made a face at that comment. "That's what I thought come on, it's ready."
After getting their food and drinks to the table, they ate in companionable silence for a few small moments. "So how did yhe day go after I left?" Glen hissed a heavy sigh through his closed lips. "Oh, come on it couldn't have been that bad." He looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Well I would exactly say that it was bad, because it could have been worse. However, at the same time, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows either."
Timber took a sip of her drink. "Uh-oh. What happened?" Glen chose to take the time to eat a bite, before he continuing. "Let's just say that it was my first day and I've already got a set of parents angry with me and a student that thinks I have it out for him." Her eyebrows rose with understanding. "Tanner MacAlpin, huh?" He nodded. "Yeah, how'd you know that?" Timber simply shrugged her shoulders. "Small school."
Glen had finished eating before she did, so he took his dishes to the sink and made himself a cup of coffee, before rejoining her at the table. "So how did you're day go with the girls?" He grunted in response. "Glen I think we should tell them. It'll make things alot smoother for all of us. We'll tell them that they can't say anything." He nodded after a thought filled moment. "Yeah, you're right. I owe it to them. After all they're the ones that told me about Maurisa." Timber choked on her soda."What?"
"Yeah they told me how they were 'tired of her pretending to still love me, even though she clearly didn't, because she was seeing this guy'. Let's just say they were eventually found out, not just by the girls either."
"Wow I wish I could say that I'm sorry, but I'm not. However, I am sorry that you had to go through all of that."Glen reached across the table, placing his hand over her much smaller one to give it a gentle squeeze. "I know what you mean."
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With dinner being over, they moved into the living room to watch a movie. " I don't care, you pick. I need to switch over the laundry." After watching her go, he turned to pick out a DVD. As he did so, his thoughts began to wander to some one in very small shorts. My god, she looks good in those. I think she's trying to kill me." Hearing her come back into the room, he grabbed one that he has watched several times and popped it into the player.
As he sat down on the couch, he watched her grab the blanket off of hte love seat. "Are you cold?" Timber got comfortable on the couch with him. "No, but I know from experience that when you pick a movie I'm going to be scared... well, 'shit-less' for the lack of a better term." Chuckling, he started the movie. After about twenty minutes into it, he noticed that she had skooted as close to him as possible with her knees to her chest. She had the blanket gripped with both hands under her nose, like she was ready to use it to hide.
With the meds still messing with his head a little, he wrapped his right arm around her and let his hand rest against the bask of her upper thigh, pulling her a little closer to him. After a few minutes, something happened and Timber hid her face in between the side of his chest, causing him to unconcously run his hand slowly up and down her thigh. Even though he heard her shocked intake of breath, he continued for a moment, before he stopped with his hand on the part of her derriere that was showing out from under her shorts. Of course, the fact that they were all scruntched up from the way that she was sitting left a little more exposed than earlier when she was trying to reach those glasses.
Oh my god he's trying to kill me! He's got his hand on my ass...Just a little farther and he'd have it on something else...None of that. He probably doesn't even realize where it is. Hello he's a man. He is perfectly aware of where it is! Mentally shaking off the thoughts, Timber snuggled her face into the crook of his shoulder and layed her hand to rest on his lower stomach.
She was becoming too aware of where his hand is. Hyper-aware. She was having to stop herself from wiggling. After something in the movie made her jump once again, she found that he had started to rub the back of her thigh again. She couldn't help it...she whimpered. It was a small sound, but it was there. This caused Glen to look at her. "You okay?" Holy crap, he heard that! Timber nodded mumbling under her breath. "Define okay."
"What do you mean?" Maybe not as under her breath as she thought. "Nothing just freaked out..you know the movie." So she just snuggled closer. "We can watch something else." SHe shook her head. "No, I wanna watch this."
"Well here." He picked her up, like she weighed nothing at all, and put her in his lap and she snuggled into the bend of his neck and shoulder. He had his left arm resting on the arm of the couch around her and his right hand resting on her thigh. She had decided to forgo being subtle. "I'm uncomfortable."
"Well get comfortable." He let her go so she could do so. She moved her legs around until she was facing him, stradling his lap, with a hand on each side of his chest. "And that's better how?" Timber just gave him an evil little grin, before she ran her hand over his chest and up his neck, around to the back of it. "Oh this is much better." She leaned in and place a soft, sweet kiss on his lips.
