A/N: Thank you all so, so, so, so much for your sweet reviews. Really, without them, there isn't as much motivation to write...so keep 'em coming! I'm so glad that ya'll are enjoying the story!
With Julie waiting in the town car downstairs, Tim took his few minutes of alone time while changing for the afternoon to put a call into Jason. Jason, he had learned throughout the years, was not only great at career advice, but personal advice as well. The man was full of wisdom it seemed...and right now, Tim needed some wisdom bestowed upon himself.
"Six, I need some advice," he said as soon as Jason answered the phone.
"Career or personal? I need to know if I should put on my agent hat or my friend hat," Jason joked.
"I'm serious, J," Tim pleaded, "It's about Jules."
"Friend hat it is. Continue."
"Well, we kissed--" Tim began before being cut off by Jason.
"That's great, Timmy. I'm happy for you."
"That's not all," he continued. "See, the thing is I'm worried that if my alarm hadn't, uh, stopped us, then you know..."
"You wouldn't have been able to stop?" Jason asked, having apparently read Tim's thoughts.
"I'm afraid so," Tim cringed while speaking.
Jason didn't answer right away, so Tim waited patiently for his answer. He knew that, if given time, Jason would spout of some good stuff.
"You really like her, huh?" It wasn't exactly the wisdom Tim was expecting.
"I think so, J, and I had this grand plan of taking things slow and letting things evolve comfortably; I don't want to just jump into things like I have in the past because that obviously never works."
"I honestly never thought I would hear those words out of your mouth, Timmy,"Jason said with a chuckle.
Tim rolled his eyes. He was quickly growing impatient. "Just tell me what I should do, Jay."
"Fine, you have need to let her be in control," Jason answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Let her set the pace, you need to make sure that she feels comfortable and knows you aren't just using her before you get too carried away. Didn't you say she was worried about just being another girl to you?" Jason asked, recalling the earlier conversation the pair had shared when Tim had recounted their first date.
Tim nodded, letting the advice seep in before glancing at the clock and realizing the conversation was taking too much time and he hadn't even gotten a chance to change yet.
"Yeah, she was. So, Julie, control, got in. Listen, I gotta go, Six. Thanks for the advice."
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"This is, wow," Julie commented as Tim dragged her through the Giant's new practice facility. He was giving her a brief tour, while at the same time still acclimating himself to the place. She knew most facilities like this were the same—locker rooms, weight rooms, meeting rooms, offices, and a large indoor field.
"A step up from Dillon and San Antonio, huh?"
"Definitely," she nodded.
"Wanna see my locker?" Tim grinned. Julie could tell he was really proud of this achievement; he sounded like a little boy on the first day of pee-wee practice.
"Let's go." He took her by the hand and pulled her to down a small hallway that led to the massive locker room.
No more metal lockers without doors for Tim, these were large mahogany ones with the players names engraved across the top. Below where "Tim Riggins 33" was etched, a pair of practice jerseys hung inside, along with new cleats and other workout gear.
"Isn't it great?"
She nodded. "It's amazing, Tim."
Still giddy with excitement, he spontaneously wrapped her in his arms and lifted her off the ground, twirling around the room. Julie squealed with excitement before he finally put her down, his arms still latched around her waist.
"You know," Tim said wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "it's pretty empty in here, maybe we could continue our earlier...activities."
"Tim," she swatted at his chest softly, "I will not help you break in your new locker!"
He chuckled, pulling her closer. "I know, I was just joking with you, you aren't like that."
She narrowed her eyes. What had he just admitted? Was she bad this morning or something?
"Like what?" Julie asked.
"Like a rally girl or something," he answered like she should have known.
"Ah," she grinned. "I see." She was glad he had remembered her earlier concerns.
He nodded. "You, Julie Taylor, are anything but a rally girl."
"Then what happened in my kitchen..." Julie trailed off, waiting for him to continue the sentence with what she hoped wouldn't be an answer to break her heart.
"Was excellent and will most definitely happen again," he paused, "at a later time."
Julie's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Tim widened his stance to make their eyes level and removed his arms from around her waist, settling his hands on her hips.
He continued, "Jules, the thing is I don't want to screw this up and I think I might really be starting to like you, I mean I know that I'm really starting to like you. I just want to explore this relationship, whatever, that we're developing before we jump into the other stuff right away."
"Have you been talking to Jason again?"
"I may or may not have called him while I ran up to my apartment to change," he said with a chuckle.
"Okay," Julie answered with a nod.
"Okay?"
"Yeah, okay. Slow it is," she said with a smile that stretched across her face. "But, no rally girls for you, either."
He nodded. "Of course, no rally girls. I think up here, though, they prefer to be called cheerleaders."
"Whatever," Julie giggled.
"It's only going to be you," he assured her before depositing a small kiss on her lips.
A/N: Sorry this is a short one, I guess it's more of a filler than anything to kind of clear things up between Julie and Tim. I feel like this is kind of the exact same conversation they had the night of their first date, but I wanted them to readdress those things after their kitchen kiss. I promise, the next chapter will be longer and more fun :)