Chapter 24
"You are being utterly ridiculous Eric, your photo is now next to irrational, delusional and uber-overprotective in the dictionary." Tami was getting frustrated but Julie loved hearing her dad get hauled over hot coals again.
"Honey, that's being a tad..." Coach was a little flabbergasted by the verbal assault. His wife had come back from her "date" extremely peeved.
"Don't interrupt me right now Eric or suffer the consequences." Her father was no idiot, he shut up and listened. "She is a sixteen year old girl who's in love Eric, in love. With a guy who's reputation scares the crap out of us, but you should see them together. He looks at her like he can't believe she chose him. Eric, we got to trust her." Julie loved her mom right now but something she said had surprised her. Was she in love? She thought she had been in love with Matt and that hadn't ended all that well.
Love. It seemed like a such a big word. She was lusting after him with every fibre of her being but love? She loved the sound of Tim's voice, she loved the way he protected her, that she was the only one who could make him lighten up, the way he could calm her with a touch or word and that he went on a date with her mother as a chaperone. She loved him.
Julie freaked out. How could she tell him? He'd freak out. She was doomed to keep this to herself, she didn't want to scare him off. He liked her a lot, she knew that. After all he asked her dad if he could date her ... twice. And this was a guy who didn't date. She was christening him in many of the relationship firsts and a guy like him wouldn't bother if he didn't give two hoots. But love? Was that expecting too much of a teenage horn bag footballer?
Julie's interest in her parent's conversation shrivelled. She knew that her mom would win out, she always did. Tami had just needed to see that they were serious and that he felt for her. Mission apparently accomplished. He looked at her like he couldn't believe she had chosen him. How come she never noticed him looking at her like that? He looked at her like that? Julie smiled. Daydreaming she considered the name Julie Riggins and then shook her head calling herself an idiot. If he looked at her like that 'in like', then what did her face say when she was 'in love'. She wriggled in discomfort as she considered the repercussions of her true feelings being 'outed'. She fell asleep thinking about their perfect date and her imperfect feelings for Tim.
It was skirting around the conditions of her dating Tim, she knew that. But technically she wasn't in his house and technically she was performing a previously agreed to punishment in washing his truck. It was parked in the driveway of the Riggins house and she had brought with her all the accoutrements necessary to wash his pride and joy. She also wanted to have their relationship to focus on the lust and have the love stuff on the backburner.
She was dressed in some denim cut offs and a bikini top, hopefully looking like some version of a fantasy. She would had she left her hair down but she couldn't bear the impractical nature of doing such a thing and as such had it haphazardly knotted on the top of her head. Julie had been at it awhile sudsing up the surfaces of the truck. Julie was intent on her task scrubbing at the mud residue and pay due diligence to his tyres. She was hot, sweaty and water logged from the elbows to her fingertips. She refused to let this experiment become a porn so she had done her best to stay dry.
Tim didn't stumble out of the house until she was well on the way to finishing. He did a double-take as he spotted her holding the garden hose. Like she was a dream. He shook his head, clearing the cobwebs? A cocky grin spread quickly across his stubbled face and he wolf whistled.
"Ju-lie Tay-lor, what are you doing with your fine self this very fine morning?" He was minimally dressed, as was the norm, garbed in a pair of boxers. He extended his muscle bound arms over his head, stretching out his nocturnal stillness. She had to resist letting her tongue hang out and drooling at the sight. Tim Riggins was built perfectly in every conceivable way. She blushed, she didn't know him in 'every conceivable way'. Julie dropped the hose, she might found out soon though. She sighed, this was becoming porn-like, all she needed to do now was direct the hose on her boobs, rip her hair tie out, shake her hair down and giggle like an slut-bag idiot-ho.
"I'm doing my penance for daring to scar the fullback's perfect jaw line," she couldn't help but use a saucy tone. His hands lowered, one briefly touching on the scar that now rested on his chin. Would he think of her every time he looked at that scar she wondered? He chuckled at her comment and racing down the steps and pulled up next to her. She was hosing down the hood and then she would be done. Penance served.
Tim made a great show of inspecting her work, running his finger along the side, inspecting the finger for dirt. He circled the truck while she stood there with her hands on her hips. He came up behind her, his chest pressed up against her back. She had underestimated her dryness, the hose had kicked back some moisture and she could feel it pressed between them. His arms wrapped around her stomach holding her close, his lips on her neck kissing the other moisture remaining. She turned in his arms, looping her arms around his neck. Their kisses were aggressive, trying to outdo one another, trying to make up for the sweetness of the night before. His hands slipped down her naked back, slipping under her jean shorts and tantalising her lower back with his thrilling fingertips. She got goose bumps all over. He laughed, feeling them grow under his touch. He moved her so he was moving forward and her back. Her rear bumped against the wet hood, he picked her up and placed her on it. Her legs stretched open as he moved in between them, her ankles crossing behind him to keep him trapped in her embrace. Their breathing was heavy, the hood slippery, and their hands everywhere. His lips trailed from her lips to her neck along her shoulder bone and finally to her breast. His kisses moving across the exposed portion of her breast, not pushing her but thrilling her all the same.
Julie couldn't help by sigh his name "Tiiiiim" as her head moved back exposing her neck further. "That feels soooo goooood" she moaned. He licked the water droplets resting in between her breasts and she gasped.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppp, Tim and Julie stood up quickly, independently of one another, in record time. Some random car that had been driving by had seen their exhibition and decided to urge them on by honking their horn. Julie reddened, looking at her feet. She had actually come over for a reason
"Um, I, um," she couldn't think of what she had meant to say.
"I've been told I have the ability to leave a girl speechless," he murmured. She wanted to kick him. Her fists curled and he laughingly backed up with his hands in the air, mimicking the truce stance.
"You didn't. I was thinking about areas where you can improve," she snarked and he snorted in response. "I actually came over to tell you that my parents are okay with us going out without chaperone from now on."
He smiled then looked doubtful "How did that happen?"
Julie grinned "My Mom." Tim laughed imagining what conversation had taken place in the Taylor house the night before.
"So," she started moving back into his open arms "you can pick me up in the morning and you can take me on dates." He looked down at her with a teasing look on his face.
"Why would I do that?"
"Oh I don't know you, me, your truck and a vacant lot. Draw your own conclusions." She whispered into his shoulder where her chin rested. She kissed the bared skin with an open kiss.
"Hmmm are you wearing that bikini top?" he chortled and she thumped him in the arm. He grew serious, cradling her face in his hands like he was prone to do. "It's a date, next Saturday." They hear a screech as the Riggins front door was swung open and Billy stepped out buck naked.
"What the hell's going on out here? Why is there a flood in the yard," Tim and Julie looked around them.
She'd forgotten to turn the hose off.
Author's Note – One to go, I am giving people twelve hours to decide if they want it to finish with some consummation or something else. Reviews will count as a vote to deciding the completion of this story. Just a reminder that I am half way through the Tim perspective of this story over at Undecided. Even scarier, I began this fanfic, my first one on the 13th of this month, 24 chapters and a whole heap of fanfic mates later, I am well and truly addicted. Thanks to you all. Final chapter will be up in the next 24 hours the ending determined by you, my friends. Love to you all, WhoJ.
