Chapter 10

There sitting squarely at the centre of their kitchen table sat Tim Riggins. He was eating his breakfast talking to the Coach, who was also reading his paper. Tim had combed his hair, parting it on the side like a first grader. He did that for her she realised, he'd promised to comb his hair. Tim Riggins has a sense of humour! The laughter bubbled up unexpectedly from her gut and burbled out of her mouth. She was in hysterics in two seconds flat, Tim's hair was obviously not made to be neat, he looked ridiculous

"What did you do to your hair?" she laughed. Her father scowled at her. She could read in his eyes that he was wondering how she could be so insensitive to a probably bald patch created by her. She sat down next to Tim and the Coach's scowl turned to a nod, he was pleased she was 'trying'. If only he knew.

"Seriously it's okay," Tim said to the Coach. He then turned an innocent expression towards her and said "I'm trying something different."

"Sometimes change isn't a good thing, especially in your case. " she chuckled as she spread jelly on her toast. She took a bit bite, having to lick the remaining jelly off her lips as she finished. She turned her head and saw Tim transfixed by her mouth. She grinned smugly and then ignored him. Her father was still conversing with Tim from behind his paper. She slid her leg across and nudged it into to his. If she didn't know better she would have guessed that nothing had occurred. He didn't react. After a few minutes he darted a glance towards the Coach and then his hand disappeared beneath the table. She had to take a bite when she felt his hand, if only the mask the gasp that would have surely been heard by all.

His hand, his beautiful tanned hand had moved beneath the table where his forefinger was brushing back and forth along the outside seam of her jeans. Tim was lightly brushing his fingers back and forth, repeating the same movement over and over again steadily driving her insane. She wanted to get her hands on him now. Then the hand drifted to the top of her thigh and clamped there. He was still discussing another team with her father the entire time. How did he do that? She had a solid, warm weight on her thigh and she was struggling to keep her face and breathing rate neutral. He started to inch his hand down towards...

"Julie, you could at least try and be a part of the conversation. Where have your manners disappeared?" Tami Taylor asked from behind them as she entered the room. Tim's hand moved back to his own thigh immediately and the moment was broken. Julie could still feel the warmth from his hand.

Tim rose from the table and announced "Uh I think I might go to school now. Julie? Ready?" as he rushed towards the door.

"Tim, it's a little early for school isn't it?" Tami asked to the still Tim waiting in the doorway. He looked like a deer in headlights and her mom could smell a deceit a mile a way, fortunately not on her though. She jumped in to fill the silence

"Tim's offered to pick up Lois this morning Mom. Isn't that nice of him?" Tami broke into a huge smile.

"That's lovely of you Tim. Julie could pick up some of your niceties." Julie scowled at that. She saved his ass from a Coach beating and she gets criticised, this was going to be painful.

"Uh thanks Mrs Taylor. We better head off," he hurried through the door. Julie almost had to run to catch up with him in his truck. They drove in silence for a couple of minutes. He turned to examine her face and caught her gazing at him already. He sharply turned off the road and parked adjacent to a vacant lot. The truck shuddered to a stop and within a second their arms, legs and lips were entangled. Julie broke away and looked over Tim's shoulder

"Someone might see us Tim," she worried. He glanced over his shoulder, both more worried about passing traffic than a pedestrian. He kissed her again leaning into her so she was effectually on her back along the seat of the truck with Tim atop of her. They were effectively concealed.

"Problem solved," he murmured into her mouth and they both broke into laughter. It was nice that they could laugh together she thought. They still hadn't discussed anything but their need for one another was pretty strong. Despite the intensity of their embrace Tim still managed to look after her. He was supporting his weight on his arms either side of her, ensuring he wouldn't squash her under his muscled bulk. Her hands loved the freedom they enjoyed this time round; they rose to his shoulders and curled around to his back. Her palms smoothing over his skin and defined muscles. She moved her hands over his upper back and down towards his butt, which she squeezed. She inched her hands under the tail of his shirt and onto the bare skin of his back. He felt wonderful. He didn't seem to mind either, groaning under her ministrations. His attention was firmly fixed on her mouth; breakfast appeared to have inspired another appetite of him. He couldn't get enough of her swollen lips. He started talking again as he nuzzled her neck and licked her hickey. The sensitive flesh reacted to the laving, goose bumps breaking out across her body. This was divine.

"You taste like fruit too," he murmured. She couldn't stop the giggles from coming out of her. He could be rather sweet when he wanted to. He kissed her again, swallowing her laughter and sending his own hands on an adventure of their own. They trailed through her hair; he spread his fingers through the strands enjoying its silkiness.

"I use your shampoo and my hair doesn't feel like this," he joked. She reached up to his by-the-book hair and ruffled it laughing.

"You use my shampoo?" she asked. His head rose from her neck and gave a quick grin, quickly returning from where his attention lay.

"Yeah it smelled like you," He murmured. Lips trailing from her neck to her chest plus his comment made desire strike through her more strongly than ever. She was tempted to do anything he wanted. Anything she wanted. Surely this was something...more. His lips were making their way to her neckline when suddenly she looked at the clock on the dashboard.

Julie sat up straight, temporarily forgetting Tim was there. "Oh my goodness Tim, we're going to be late for school," Tim laughed into her skin, it was normal (well pre-Taylors) for him to be late or even not turn up.

"Seriously Tim we need to go," he kept laughing and kissing her and she allowed him to draw her into another kiss. She pulled away

"Tim, my parents!" She cried. At that he sat up straight, slid across the seat and started the motor in one smooth movement.

"Seatbelt," he ordered her waiting for her to follow his instruction and then he took off. They got to the school in record time and ran into the school building. A lone individual was waiting for them both in the school corridor. Arms crossed and incredibly tense, this didn't look like it was Julie's week.

Author's Note – I got a bit excited today and got a third chapter done. I officially start work on Monday so please do not for a second believe that I would be capable of doing this normally. I am loving this couple and hope you are too. Please remember that updates are unlikely in the next 2-3 days as I am without access. Ta, WhoJ