Unbalanced –Epilogue

Tim Riggins had gone from man-whore to boyfriend. Boyfriend of four months and owner of numerous bruised arms. They loved, they fought, they laughed, and they bonded. They were united. And yet the Coach still defended Tim when it came to copious amounts of bruises he'd seen Julie give him over the months. Yep he was getting pummelled by a girl and he loved every second of it.

She pushed for the physical early on and for some reason he'd put his foot on the brake. He was the brake, Julie the accelerator. He didn't want to be her regret. Almost as if the act would destroy what they had built. . The loser she had lost her virginity too. They guy she'd mistakenly given herself to. He couldn't bare it. Jules had understood after awhile, a wordless understanding they had been somehow created. His Jules decided to concede...for now.

It in the end there were in their place, Tim called it 'Tiggins Timeout', Julie thought it was stupid to merge their names together. They'd been in their place, parked near that vacant lot. They were laying out on the rug in the bed of his truck looking at the stars. They were laid out and she was curled into him, her tiny body making him feel big, strong and her protector. Her fingers were going for a stroll across his ribs and they were thinking of the future. She lay their silently. It took awhile for him to get her to shut up for long, she had a need to fill in silences. She had only stopped humming under her breath last week. Comfortable silence.

So it hadn't been planned. They were laying out in the back of his truck, her hands smoothing up his chest and then down across his stomach. Before he knew it her innocent motions had become intent filled and driven. His shirt was raised and she was dragging her mouth in its wake. She moved again intent on her sensual assault and he wasn't complaining. She sat up leaning over him, kissing her way up his torso, dragging the t-shirt as she rose. He kissed her with all that he had, he was already breathing incredibly hard. He was going to go with it. He pulled his tee shirt over his head and watched with heavy lids as she removed her tank. They were both on their knees, facing one another, breathing heavily. His eyes asked whether or not she was sure and she smiled her sureness back at him, here eyes filled with trust, love and lust. He touched her tentatively and then suddenly their hands were all over, too fast to keep track of, their bodies alive with sensations. He had never felt like this with any of his conquests, his body sang.

Tim gasped as she slowed the pace, kissing him with lots of lip and tracing his mouth with her tongue. She kissed her way down his throat, down across the muscles of his stomach. He loved her touching his abs, he knew how much she adored them, lusted after them and they were all hers. Julie unfastened his jeans pulling them down his thighs and off his legs. She straddled him. His hands went to her hips, massaging the skin there and moving higher to trace the lines of her abdomen. She was firm and warm and vibrantly alive. His hands froze and they rested beneath her breasts. He paused then moved to touch them over her bra. She reacted immediately with motion and voice and he felt zings rush through him. Tim continued to touch her, unfastening her bra and revealing her firm, taunt goodies to his worshipping eyes.

Julie started giggling and he thought it was inevitable that one of the most pivotal moments of their relationship would be tied with laughter. He slowly moved his hands over her breasts and to her nipples. He moved in, wooing them with his mouth. She tasted like strawberries and the rest of her clothes, and his, disappeared quickly. Their legs twisted, their kisses become languid and full of promise. To be together forever, to be truthful, to do this again...hopefully! He entered her and she gasped, he immediately wondered if he had hurt her much. His hands moved to frame her face and placed a kiss over her gasp and slowly they started moving in sync. The feeling of her legs surrounding him, her surrounding him in her warmth and love was beautiful. She shocked him when she grabbed his ass as he thrust in her, wanting him deeper. He kissed her throat reverentially as her head was thrown back in what he hoped was euphoria. He hadn't taken his eyes off of her the entire time, watching to see any indication that he hurt her, that she was changing her mind. He was petrified that this moment would become what he had feared. Their heavy breathing filled the air and she laughed. That bell-like sound, that relieved laugh, allowed every one of his fears to dissipate and he knew they were fated. She would be his Jules forever.

They laid there in the back of his truck. Entwined. Glistening with sweat and staring into each others eyes. His eyes were worried, she raised her hand to his hair, brushing a strand behind his ear.

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly. "Was I?" He blinked, shocked not having considered that she might have felt some performance anxiety. He had, he wanted her first time to be golden but she has doubted herself?

"You were ... phenomenal," he breathed into her mouth, kissing its corner. "I just didn't want to hurt you, I wanted this to be something you'd remember ... for the right reason." She hugged him close, her mouth to his ear. She comforted him and turned him on all at once.

"Have I ever told you that you're too good for me?" she whispered. He pulled back, looking at her in the eyes and realised she meant it. In that moment he knew what it meant to be truly complete.

AN – And so Unbalanced has come to an end. A sequel may occur but I have to think about it some more. I know there are many eager beavers out there and I don't want to disappoint you...ever. Love you all to bits. Will start a new story very soon.