Chapter 13
Julie and Tim walked the streets of Dillon under the cover of night. His arm slung around her shoulders, his fingers trailing in her hair. She had her arm firmly wrapped around his waist. They simply fit. Occasionally he was whipping her around and kisses her passionately, and then he would resume walking with her firmly at his side. It was by far the most exciting walk she'd ever been on. They found themselves in front of a playground. The dark skies making it appear more like a gloomy, sad and lonely than a happy place for children.
Julie snatched his hand and dragged him into the playground. She sat down on a swing and called
"Push me." He gave her a look that could boil her blood, swinging wasn't really on his mind.
"Nah," he said sitting on the swing next to her "highest swinger is the winner," and he dragged the swing as far behind him as he could while staying seated. His feet left the earth and he went flying through the air. His legs bending then straightening to get the maximum swing. Julie watched as his hair starting flying too and realised she better hurry up if she was going to beat him. Within seconds she knew she was beat. She didn't have the leg strength to actively compete. She started spinning the chains of the swing until they couldn't entwine themselves anymore and she let go. The rush of spinning that fast, the world a blur, was amazing. Her hair fanned out around her, whipping her in the face. Julie squealed as the sensation continued. She came to a stop. Tim had slowed down and was watching her, laughing.
They sat watching one another, breathing heavily from their swing exertions, smiles on their faces.
"Come over here," he said indicating also with his head. She was puzzled. He wanted her to push him? She got up and walked behind him. Tim looked at her askance. She put her arms out the push him. Her hands deciding not to push but to stroke, palm down his broad, expansive, muscle-ridden back. He grabbed her and hauled her onto his lap laughing "this is what I meant."
Julie's back was pressed up against his delectable six-pack, her butt firmly placed against his hard thighs. Just sitting there was an experience in itself. Julie leaned back into him as far as she could. His mouth sneaked up to the area where her ear and throat met, kissing the sensitive skin with an open mouth. His tongue dragging across the area. He nipped it and she jolted in surprise. She sank back into his lap and she heard him groan. Apparently she wasn't the only one liking the contact, she could feel his response. As Tim's attention was fixed on her throat, he sure did love that area, Julie breathed in his scent. Unlike some boys that sprayed copious amounts of deodorant or foul smelling, cheap cologne, he smelt like soap and Tim. There were traces of a scent she also recognised at her own shampoo. Apparently her absence hadn't curtailed that habit of his, she smiled to herself.
"I missed this," he sighed into her hair.
"Really?" she teased. She swung around, hitching her thighs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his back. She was pulled up tight, her front meeting his front full on. He groaned again and she began nibbling at his lips. Short nibbles that teased and provoked. She wanted his hands on her and was getting extremely frustrated, where were they? She looked around. They were holding tightly onto the swing chains, steadying both their weights. She chuckled. He was the one with no hands this time. She renewed her assault. Nibbling her way across his mouth, down his jaw line and to his throat area. She returned the open mouth kiss, sucking on the sensitised skin. He bucked up against her and she felt her power over him. She giggled, she'd marked him now. Let's see him explain a hickey. People probably wouldn't even ask they'd just shrug it off as normal. She pulled her head up-
"Why did you bring those cheerleaders into the cafeteria? Was it to hurt me?" she asked quietly, knowing she was ruining the moment but wanting to call him on his crappy behaviour.
He sighed "They were there, you weren't."
"What does that mean?" she untangled herself from him, standing up, hands on her hips "that the next time I am not freely available I'll have to be on the look out for you tongue wrestling with some cheap tart?" She could feel herself getting worked up. The turned on had became the pissed off.
"No - I thought you didn't care and I wanted to see if I was right," he said with eyes looking everywhere but at her.
'It was a test! Did I pass?" she asked incredulously. Her feelings had gotten shredded and it was a test!
"Yeah and you passed, you didn't care and you didn't come home. Congrats you got an A " he was increasingly dismissive having been caught out acting like an ass. Julie could hear the bravado and an inkling of vulnerability in his voice. She busted his balls, now it was time to sooth them.
"Well you know I did. Next time just talks to me like you are a human, please. If you had," she paused, and then leaned in, kissing him on the forehead "then we wouldn't have wasted the past few days." She murmured the last part against his forehead, her lips still resting there. He grabbed her and crushed her to his chest. Not kissing her but trying to hold her so tightly that she almost became part of him. She didn't mind.
"Now look we've got to get back before my parent send the police out looking for us," she said referring to her watch. She giggled "they probably think I've killed you."
"There's just one more thing I want to do," he said. He manoeuvred her so she was again sitting on her lap. He pulled one arm around her waist and moved backwards trying to build some swing momentum. He let go and they were both whooshing through the air, moving their legs in union and enjoying the peace and quiet of each other's company.
Author's Note – Sorry it is shorter but work is beginning to kick in. Thanks again for the reviews! I have been stoked to see so many more Tulie fanfics getting posted. I started writing this one as there weren't many, now there are loads of new ones. I am super excited. Will post again tomorrow. Love WhoJ
