Moving

Rating: M

Fandom: Tulie

Description: There are moments in your life when you honestly think that something has to go horribly wrong and soon, for the simple fact that your life seems so perfect it can't possibly last. This was one of those times for Tim Riggins.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my words.

Warning: This chapter is rated M due to sexual content. Please do not read if this offends you or you are under age.

There are moments in your life when you honestly think that something has to go horribly wrong and soon, for the simple fact that your life seems so perfect it can't possibly last. This was one of those times for Tim Riggins. It wasn't happening in a moment that was all together remarkable. He was simply carrying a box from the back of his beloved pick-up, up the walk to the tiny little 2 bedroom house he was renting with Julie Taylor. He was in his third year of his degree at UT, Julie in her second. She was studying English with a major in Journalism and she was acing it. Not that there had been any doubt. She was born to do this, and he was lucky enough to be the sounding board for her work. She was an amazing writer and Tim had yet another reason to be proud of his girl.

They'd spent her first year at the University of Texas in separate accommodations. Tim in his dorm with his room-mate ... who had swiftly managed to become Tim's best friend, while Julie resided in a dorm on the other side of the campus. Something he'd been none too pleased about, but knew was unavoidable at first. Her parents had wanted her to spend a year experiencing college life before she decided to hold up in sin with her football playing boyfriend. Their words, not his. So after 12 long months, they were finally moving in together. And Tim Riggins could not be happier.

"Move it or lose it buddy." Her voice sounded behind him as he realised that he'd been standing there, a box in his hands, staring at the front of their little house. There was nothing extraordinary about it, just a typical 1 storey Texas home, very similar to the Coach's house in Dillon, and it wasn't even theirs; they were renting. But Tim was in awe of it. This was the house that he was sharing with Julie... and Jack. In order to cover the rent they'd asked Jack to move in. There was plenty of room in the three bedroom house and the little guy really had grown on himself and Julie.

"Geez, we haven't even spent a single night here yet and you're already nagging woman?" Tim jibed as he followed his girl into the house, and straight into the bedroom. The box he was holding had 'bedroom' on it in big black letters so he didn't dare drop it in a room that it wasn't designated to. He was certain he'd pay for it later in some way shape or form. He placed the box on the floor in the room that would be theirs. It was the master bedroom, had its own bathroom that Julie called an ensuite and a walk in closet. When they'd been looking at places, the three of them together, they'd all decided that this was their own little piece of heaven and Jack had surprised both Tim and Julie with how enthusiastic he was about the house. Its backyard appealed to Tim the most. Julie loved the kitchen and living room. And Jack had blown them away when they'd walked into what is now Tim and Julie's room and stated with finality that it would be their room. Julie had asked him if he wanted it; wanting everything to be fair from the get go. But Jack wouldn't hear of it. He said that the master bedroom always went to the mama and the papa and as far as he could see, Tim and Julie were the closest to fitting that bill in their house. Tim had been happier about that comparison than he probably should have been.

Tim turned around in time to see Julie about to leave their room and head back out to his truck for the next load. He grabbed her hand quickly stopping her from leaving.

"Baby, I need to talk to you for a minute." Tim had said softly as he tugged on her hand pulling her against his chest.

"What's wrong?" Julie asked with worry in her eyes.

"Nothing. I just wanted to give you something important. Something I should have done a long time ago." Tim reached into his back pocket and retrieved a folded up piece of white paper and handed it to a very confused Julie. She took it wordlessly and unfolded it, staring at the words on the page trying to figure out exactly what Tim was giving her.

"Baby what is this?" Julie asked sweetly and Tim couldn't help but smile. He tightened his arms around her waist and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Peace of mind." At her continued confusion Tim elaborated. "It's the results of a few blood tests I had done recently... Considering my history, I thought..." Tim took a deep breath; this was harder than he thought it would be. He watched as realisation flashed across Julie's beautiful face.

"Are these STD tests?" Julie asked quietly. Tim nodded silently as he stared intently into her eyes trying to gauge her reaction.

"Saying that I wasn't the most innocent of people back in the day is probably the understatement of the century but I was always careful Jules. I wanted to show you that you had nothing to worry about. I am completely clean. Not one single infection or illness of any kind. I had them run the entire lot, every single thing that existed, and I'm completely clean. "

Julie stared at him in awe. "I already knew that baby... I know you would never have touched me if you thought for one second that there was even a possibility that you could have made me sick." She answered as she reached round with her right hand and placed the test results, re-folded, back in his back pocket.

"I know you trust me baby. But I know there has always been this little lingering... I don't know... fear doesn't seem like the right word. But you've been on the pill for over a year and we still use rubbers... which don't get me wrong, I have no problem with... but I don't want there to be any kind of doubt or fear or anything between us."

"There isn't" Julie quickly interrupted and Tim leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

"It's ok baby. I'm not accusing, I'm not upset. There are no ill feelings here. We're all good. I just want, now that we're living together, to be able to be free with each other." Tim smiled as he spread his legs a little so his face was level with Julie's. "I want to be able to surprise you in the shower." He whispered against her lips. "To ravage you in the morning." Tim placed a deceptively sweet kiss on her slightly parted lips. "I want to be able to join you in your Sunday afternoon bath." He'd always known that Julie loved to have a good soak on Sunday afternoons and it had always been a major fantasy of his to join her in said bath. "I want to be able to come up behind you in the kitchen..." Tim trailed off as he captured her lips in a searing kiss.

"Wow, those were some images." Julie stated decidedly breathless.

"You see now why I did this?" He asked gently.

"Yes." Julie whispered. "And thank you."

"It'll be my pleasure." Tim drawled with his best smirk planted on his face. Julie laughed lightly and rested her forehead against his.

"Come on lovebirds, we've got a whole truck to unpack out there and movers arriving any second. There's no time for hanky panky." Jack called from the hallway and Julie threw her head back as she laughed.

"Yeah yeah. Who are the parents in this scenario again?" Tim asked as he took Julie's hand and walked with her down the hall and out to the truck. She shrugged cutely beside him and he kissed her hand with what he knew was a truly cheesy smile planted across his face.

They'd been living together for a couple of months and had settled in to a very comfortable routine. They made an odd little family the three of them together; Tim, Julie and Jack; but it worked. Tim was working at a local garage four days a week. The pay was good; it covered his part of the rent and all the essentials. Julie had started working as a receptionist at a local real estate agent, the same one they'd found their house through, and Jack was working as a waiter at a bbq place that was in walking distance of their house. Tim and Julie had managed to arrange their respective classes and shifts at work so that they were always home together. She still helped him with his classes and assignments and the life they were creating for themselves was better than anything Tim could have ever imagined by the bon fire with Street when they talked about their dreams.

Street had come to visit for a weekend a few weeks after they'd moved in to the house and now, this weekend would be the first time they hosted Julie's family. The Longhorn's had a very important game on Saturday night that Tim was trying not to stress about as he talked to Coach on the phone about it. He'd announced about 5 minutes into the phone call that himself and the girls were coming on Friday night for the weekend to catch them game so he and Julie better get the spare room ready. Tim had tried to stifle the sigh of relief he had at the news but he suspected that the coach had heard it anyway. He was always stronger when the Taylors were there with him. Coach had his back, and he knew that they would inevitably spend Friday night watching game tape and strategising. And all his stress would be relieved in doing so. There was only one other person he trusted more than the Coach, and she happened to be a beautiful blonde who shared the coach's DNA and he was crazy in love with her.

He had a team meeting he had to be at which meant he wouldn't be home when the Taylor's arrived, but it did allow him to stop off to get bbq for dinner. Jack was working, so he was in and out a lot quicker than the rest of the customers waiting for their take away orders. It's not what you know, it's who you know. Tim smiled as he grabbed the bags of food off the seat beside him and disembarked from his faithful truck. When he opened the front door Julie was waiting for him with a smile. She took one of the bags from him and leaned up to kiss him.

"Hi." She whispered against his lips.

"Hi baby." Tim smiled before capturing her lips in a warm kiss. He opened his eyes when he felt the sensation that only came when you just knew someone was watching you. Tami Taylor was standing at the end of the hall, a content smile playing on her lips. Tim pulled away from Julie, his cheeks flushing at being caught. He wasn't scared or nervous about being loving and affection with Julie around her family anymore, but that didn't mean he didn't still blush if someone in her family caught them kissing.

"Hey Mrs T." Tim drawled as he draped an arm around Julie's shoulder and started down the hall towards her mother.

"Tim honey, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Tami?" She asked with a cheeky smile before reaching up to kiss his cheek in that motherly affectionate way that only Tami Taylor could.

"One more time." He smiled. It was a running joke of theirs. One he wasn't too keen to give up. Just yet anyhow.

"TIMMY" Gracie's little voice sounded from the spare bedroom before her curly blonde hair was hurtling towards him at a speed that would shame any running back. She flung herself at Tim, who caught her expertly and swung her up in his arms.

"Hey there Gracie girl." Tim drawled as he kissed her cheek noisily making the 4 year old giggle. "You miss me?" He asked and smiled as she nodded her head exaggeratedly.

"Hey son. How was the team briefing?" The Coach asked by way of greeting as he clapped Tim on the shoulder.

Tim shrugged. "The usual. "

Coach nodded as they all headed into the living room, minus Julie, who extricated the second bag of food from Tim's hand and carried them into the kitchen. Mrs T followed her a moment later, but Gracie was not letting go of Tim's neck. Not even when he and the coach sat down on the couch. Her head just rested against his shoulder, her arms still firmly wrapped around his neck, as she sat in his lap.

"Tim, how you going with all this son?"

"Better now y'all are here." Tim answered the coach truthfully. He didn't feel the need to be macho and all that crap around the Taylors. They knew him, they loved him, they were proud of him, and no admittance of supposed weakness would ever change that. It had taken him a long time to realise that, but he finally realised that the only way he would lose this family, his family, was if he lost his girl. And that was something he just wasn't going to ever allow to happen. She was his girl. And that was that.

"We wouldn't be anywhere else." The coach reassured him, just before Julie and Mrs T called that the table was set and dinner was waiting. Tim hauled Gracie over his shoulder and walked over to the table with the Coach.

There was no more talk of the following night's game during dinner, or after. Jack arrived home from work at nine, after Gracie was already in bed and sound asleep. He joined them for a movie as they all avoided all talk of football. It was the last thing that Tim wanted to talk about and everyone in the room knew it. They knew him and the feeling was more comforting than Tim could have ever imagined.

When they all headed in to their respective rooms at 11:30pm for bed they were all feeling relaxed and happy. Tim was sure that this was Heaven; at least, it was his version of it. His girl, his best friend, his family. It didn't get any better than that. Well, at least he thought it didn't, until he saw Julie walk out of their bathroom in the tightest little tank and a pair of his boxer shorts riding dangerously low on her hips. Some men longed for lacy lingerie, not Tim. Show him Julie in his clothes and he'd swoon quicker and harder than any fancy piece of lingerie could ever hope for.

"What are you doing?" Julie asked from the ensuite doorway.

"What do you mean?" Tim asked as he looked around the room, he was sitting in bed, under the covers. There didn't seem to be anything unusual about that.

"It's the night before the game Tim."

"I'm aware Jules." Tim said with a smirk. She looked unbelievably cute.

"What do we always do the night before a game Timothy? How do we release your pent up anxiety and nervous energy?" Julie asked with a leer.

"Baby, your parents are here. I just assumed you wouldn't want to." Tim answered gently. He would never push Jules into anything, least of all sex. He wanted every time they made love to be amazing and wonderful, but if either party felt pressured or uncomfortable in anyway, that could never be. So he'd vowed the first time his lips had ever touched hers that would never happen between them.

"Come here." She whispered as she gestured over her shoulder. Tim threw back the covers and followed her into the bathroom. She closed the door behind him and locked it. Tim smirked as he watched her pull herself up to sit beside the sink and crook her finger at him in a 'come here' motion. He walked slowly towards his incredibly sexy girlfriend, and stepped between her parted legs. Tim slipped his hands around her hips and pulled her to the end of the bench, forcing her body to come flush against his.

"We'll just have to be quiet baby." Julie whispered with a husky voice as her hands ran up and down his bare chest. Her fingers skidded over his abs and he could feel the goose bumps pimple her flesh where their arms brushed together. He loved how turned on she got just from touching his skin.

"I can be quiet Jules... the question is... can you?" Tim whispered as he dragged his lips up her neck to her ear where he nibbled the lobe gently and felt her shiver in his arms. Julie pushed him back with more force than he had expected and he watched in stunned silence as she ripped her tank over her head and threw it behind him. She reached out and slipped her fingers inside his boxer shorts, before yanking him back to her body. Her fingers danced along his flesh at the hem of his shorts as her lips collided with his in a fierce kiss. Parents long forgotten to passion, Tim's hands roamed his girlfriend's back before slipping between them to cup and squeeze her bare breasts in the way he knew she loved. He never got tired of the feel of her skin against his, or the sounds she made when he was bringing her pleasure. Those were like the best kind of music.

Julie's hands slipped beneath the elastic of his shorts and pushed them roughly down his hips to pool at his feet. Tim kicked them off without breaking the toe curling kiss he had Julie trapped in. His hands left her breasts and the small moan of disapproval she made caused an electric thrill to run down his spine. Tim hooked a finger in the side of the shorts she wore and pulled it away from her skin before letting go. The fabric made a small smacking sound as it collided with her body just as he tore his lips from hers.

"Off." Tim grunted as his arms encircled her waist, lifting her slightly off the bench, Julie quickly pushed the shorts off her hips, letting them drop to the floor between them. Tim kicked them out of the way and groaned when his eyes took in the sight of her. She'd foregone panties and was sitting before him, her legs slightly spread and completely naked.

"Oh god." He groaned as he lunged for her lips, taking them in a deep kiss as his hands grasped her knees. Tim ran his fingers down her legs, his hands grasping her ankles in a delicate embrace before pulling her legs around him. They were flush against each other, completely naked and Tim was starting to lose his mind. He needed her so bad. His hand dropped between them, his fingers skimming up her thigh. As his digits made contact with her warm flesh it was Tim who gasped. She was so ready for him. He lost what little restraint he had left. With his free hand he reached for the drawer beside him and wrenched it open, grabbing a condom from the box they kept there.

Tim brought the wrapper up to his lips to tear it open, but was stopped by Julie's fingers on his lips. She took the packet from between his teeth and threw it back into the drawer while shaking her head slowly.

"Are you sure?" Tim asked slowly as all the urgency from just moments before disappeared. They had never had sex without a condom. Despite their discussion the day they moved in 2 months ago, it hadn't happened. Tim wouldn't press and old habits die hard, he guessed.

Julie nodded once as she reached for him and kissed his lips gently. Her hand dropped between them and her delicate fingers wrapped around his length. Tim moaned against her lips as she squeezed him gently before guiding him to her entrance.

Tim pulled away from their kiss, his eyes staring into Julie's as he pressed forward, entering her unsheathed for the very first time. They both gasped at the sensation as his head slipped inside her tight body. Tim was intent to go slowly, to savour every moment. It felt like the first time all over again, and he was no less moved this time as he had been that night, so long ago, when she'd given him her virginity. Julie gasped every time he slipped a little deeper inside of her, before groaning a little too loudly when he was fully sheathed within her. Tim stayed perfectly still within her as he kissed her deeply. His hands dropped to her hips and he grasped them just tight enough to make Julie moan deliciously but not too tight as to leave a mark or cause any discomfort. He pulled back, almost all the way out of her body, before thrusting back in. His lips crashed down on hers just in time to muffle a scream that almost slipped past her delectable lips.

As Tim found a truly mind shattering rhythm, he let go of her hip with one hand; instead grasping the hand Julie had gripping the edge of the bench. Their fingers entwined as he moved within her, their bodies getting closer and closer to release. It was so intense. Like nothing either of them had ever felt before. Better. So much better. Neither had ever had sex without a condom. Tim never took the chance before her, and Julie had only ever been with him. A fact that made Tim happier than was probably politically correct, verging more toward caveman territory, but he could care less. Because knowing that it was his name and only his name Julie had ever whispered as her orgasm approached; that it was his body and his alone that had ever brought her pleasure, that had ever known the pleasure she could bestow, made him unbelievably proud and insatiably hot.

Tim groaned as he sped up faster and faster, Julie's body already fluttering around his length, her fingers gripping his hand tighter and her breath coming in hot little puffs against his sweaty skin as she buried her face against his neck. He knew her body so well. Knew that it would only take two or three more thrusts in the right spot to send her careening over the edge. Tim knew he couldn't last any longer, so he angled his hips just right and after three particularly deep and hard thrusts he pressed his lips against Julie's in a deep kiss as her orgasm ripped through her body and she struggled to stay quiet.

Feeling her muscles clamp down around him, Tim followed her into oblivion. Once the tremors had ceased coursing through his body, Tim dropped his head down on Julie's shoulder.

"Oh my god." She gasped between breaths as she nuzzled her face between his neck and shoulder, her arms rising to wrap around his shoulders, one hand slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck, her nails scratching the skin beneath in the most amazing way.

"I know. " Tim whispered, still too spent to move.

"We're never using those god awful rubber things again." Julie muttered and he shivered slightly at the feel of her lips moving against his over sensitized skin.

"Never." Tim agreed, somehow finding the strength to pull back enough to lift Julie into his arms. His length slipped from within her, both of them groaning at the loss. Julie tightened her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck, as Tim carried her to the door, unlocking it and walking them both over to the bed. Placing Julie down, and pulling the covers over her naked and still flushed body, he slipped in between the sheets beside her. Tim wrapped his arm around Julie's shoulder and pulled her body in tight against his, her head automatically finding its place against his shoulder and her arm draping itself over his chest.

"I'll get our clothes in a minute." He muttered as his eyelids started drooping. He was just so spent he had to lie there for a minute with his whole world in his arms.

"Forget them. I don't care. I locked that door too anyway."

Tim grunted in response, sleep already creeping in around him.

"I love you so much Jules." Tim muttered and smiled as he heard her sleepy reply just before succumbing himself.

The next morning Tim awoke to an empty bed. His arm automatically reached out for Julie, like it had every morning since they started living together, and came in contact with cold sheets. The foreign sensation made him sit bolt upright in bed before his brain kicked in and recognised the sound of her voice down the hall. Not just her voice, but her family's too. As logic and reality crept into his sleep addled brain, Tim dropped back down on the bed and sighed contentedly. He still had moments where he was struck with the reality of his life and found himself paralysed with awe. He never could have dreamt up this life. And even though it wasn't always easy, and there were times when things seemed too hard at school, with the team, with work and rent, he still was happier than he ever had dreamt he could be. His life was his idea of perfect.

He was usually snapped out of these moments by Julie, since they usually happened while he was looking at her, but this morning it was the voice of her baby sister that brought him back to reality. He heard her say that she was going to wake him up, her voice getting closer as she walked down the hall, and Tim realised he was butt naked under the thin sheets he was lying amongst. He bolted up and into the closet, quickly slipping on a pair of sweatpants, foregoing boxers in an attempt to just get covered before the four year old got an eyeful. He was pulling a wife beater over his head as the bedroom door opened and a head of blonde curls poked around the door.

"Hey Gracie girl." Tim called as he finished pulling the tank over his head and stepped out of the closet.

"Timmy. Julie's making breakfast." Gracie stated as she ran to him, her arms stretched up in the arm, the universal kid signal for 'up'. Tim smiled and picked her up.

"She is?" Her little head bobbed up and down in answer to his question. "Well then, let's go eat."

When Tim entered the main area of the house he saw the Coach and Jack sitting on the sofa watching morning cartoons of all things, and Jules and Tami in the kitchen. The dining table was set, with a jug of orange juice already sitting in the middle of the table.

"Morning baby." Jules sweet voice filled the air and Tim was smiling before he even turned his head. There she was; his beautiful girlfriend, with a cup of coffee in her hand. She leaned up and kissed him quickly, too quickly, and pushed the cup into his hand.

"Thanks babe." Tim kissed her again before joining the boys on the sofa. "Morning." Tim muttered as he dropped down onto the cushions.

"Morning." Jack's eyes didn't leave the screen.

"Jack was just telling me Tim that Julie makes breakfast every Saturday you have a game." The coach spoke, he too without removing his eyes from scooby doo.

"Yeah. She's amazing. Every game day I wake up to fresh coffee, juice, bacon and eggs. She spoils me." Tim laughed.

"I gotta keep my man well fed at game time." Julie called as she deposited something on the dining table behind them; Tim could hear the smile in her voice.

"And you do such a good job of it baby." He answered throwing a wink over his shoulder at her.

"Are you staying for breakfast tomorrow too?" Jack asked, it was amazing how he could carry on a conversation while seemingly completely zonked out.

"Yeah, probably, after tonight I don't think we'll be in too much of a hurry in the morning. As long as we get off by 11am." Coach nodded.

"Cool, cause you can't miss Julie's Sunday breakfast. She makes it every Sunday, game or no game, but it's even better after a game. It's nothing like todays. She makes game day breakfast look like a famine." Jack finally tore his eyes from the screen to turn to coach while he spoke.

"Is that right?"

"Oh man. She makes waffles, bacon, egg, sausage, toast. You name it, she makes it. It's all laid out on the table for you to have at. You can't miss it, it's unmissable." Jack spoke with such enthusiasm Tim couldn't help the smile he was trying to hide behind his coffee cup.

"Well then. I guess we'll just have to stay for this unmissable event." The coach looked over at Tim and the two shared a conspiratorial smirk before the women folk called out that breakfast was ready.

It may have been their first time all together like this, but as Tim looked around the table at what he now considered his family; the Taylor's, Julie, Jack; he could have sworn that this was the millionth time they'd all sat down to eat together like this. It just felt right... it felt like home. Like all the worries in the world, all the stress, none of it could touch him here. Here was a safe place, where games and grades and scouts didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the people currently sitting around the table, talking brightly. But most important of all, was the beautiful blonde sitting beside him, her hand gripping his beneath the table, wearing a smile she shared only with him.

TBC...

A/N: It's been too long between posts, i know, i'm so sorry. But as you can see by the length of this one, it took a while to get it out. No excuse, I know. But i hope you enjoyed it anyhow. Hit the little button and make my day?

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