Title: Unnecessary Roughness (8/11)

Author: Romantique

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Classification: Eric/Tami Pairing.

Rating: M for suggestive, non-explicit adult themes.

Summary: After accepting the District's offer of Head Coach of the East Dillon Lions, the new contract continues to test Coach Taylor's patience and his pride.

Disclaimer: Friday Night Lights fan fiction occurs at the end of Season 3 and is a Prequel to Season 4 which has yet to air.

Legal: These characters do not belong to me. I'm just a fan and have not made a dime. Please email me to obtain permission to post.

Taylor Home

July 10th

4:00 p.m.

Eric ran home to take a shower before driving back out to East Dillon for a driving lesson. As he changed into a clean shirt and shorts, his wife came into the bedroom.

"Hey," Eric smiled as Tami leaned over to give him a kiss.

"Hmmmm. You smell good," Tami smiled. "Are you getting ready for Round 2 tonight?"

Buckling his belt, he said, "Yes, I am."

"How did it go with Buddy this afternoon?" she asked, unloading the contents of her arms onto the dresser.

"It didn't," he said, as he began to put on his socks and shoes.

"The meeting didn't happen?' she asked.

"It happened," Eric said. "As I suspected, I'm on my own."

"Honey, Buddy's your friend. What do you mean you're on your own?" She raised an eyebrow.

Tying the last shoe lace, the answered, "Did you know that I've still not been 'forgiven' by the Boosters for takin' the job at TMU? That I'm thought of as a self-servin' son-of-a-bitch?" Eric huffed, "I knew that's what this District crap was all about. Hell, the Mayor and your buddy Paul are in that Boosters club which is now pretty much owned by Joe McCoy. I can just see McCoy fannin' those flames of anger towards me for lookin' out for my family."

"Honey, with Joe McCoy, it's not just the TMU position. He still blames you for the call I made to Child Protective Services," Tami felt bad. "I still wish you would've let me take that one."

"Why? So that son-of-a-bitch goes after you, too?" Eric said with narrow eyes. Just the thought of Joe McCoy having anything to do with his wife made his skin crawl.

As he put a comb through his wet head, he said, "It doesn't matter. I know the score, and now, I can deal with it." Then, he released a sigh of the day's frustration. "One thing I realized today. There's a deep divide in this town. At least the change in my District contract made it very clear which side I'm on."

"A divide, you mean between Dillon and East Dillon?" Tami asked.

"No, but that's how it's being framed. In truth, the divide is between outsider Joe McCoy who is only interested in promotin' himself and that one kid of his, and our kids, all the kids … doing the right thing by our kids," Eric explained. "For me, it's that simple."

Tami smiled at him. Eric came over and took his wife in his arms and kissed her. He tasted and smelled so good. After one kiss, he wanted another, and he kissed her like he meant it. Finally, they came up for air, as Eric had to head back to East Dillon.

"My beautiful, sexy, attractive, desirable wife, I want you to save my place, right here," he lightly kissed her again. "Because when I come home tonight, I want us to pick up, right where we left off," he said in a low, smooth voice. "Don't even hold dinner, meet me right here."

"You mean pick up right here?" Tami asked, as she pulled him back to her and gave his a long, passionate kiss.

Breathless, he had to pry himself away. He smiled a devilish little smile and said, "Yeah, exactly, right here."

Eric dutifully drove out to East Dillon and picked up Zach. They briefly discussed his dad's visit earlier that day.

"Zach, I'm sorry if you thought I said you no longer had a slot on the team. That's not what I meant to say at all last night," Eric explained from the passenger seat as they drove to pick up Mia.

The young man smiled. "I didn't misunderstand, sir. I said it to get my Dad to take off work and go and talk to you. I'm sorry. I don't lie, exactly. But what I told my Dad worked. He actually took time off work to talk with you. And for the first time in my life, he's behind something I'd like to do, play ball."

"Just to be certain, this is your idea to play football, not your Dad's, correct?" Eric asked.

"That's right. I really want to be a starting quarterback. I swear," Zach nodded.

Eric nodded. "Okay. We'll get started on a program to improve your speed and coordination startin' with practice tomorrow."

After picking up Mia, he took both students out onto the Expressway and worked with them individually on yielding and merging. He was surprised at how different Mia was. She was funny, confident, and was becoming good friends with Zach. Whatever Tami was doing with her was working wonders. The three outlined their schedules for the coming week and talked about going to the DPS together to take their licensing tests.

After dropping Mia off at her house, Zach drove them to the Mall to help close his father's store. Finally, Eric was free to drive home. His thoughts returned to where he left off with Tami all the way home. He ached for her.

He quietly entered the house to find Julie not home and Gracie fast asleep. Upon entering his bedroom, he found the room lit by candles and smelling of fresh lime and mandarin. Tami was standing exactly where he'd left her wearing a new silky, honeydew green gown slit up the side all the way to her upper thigh. He loved her long, shapely legs. The gown skimmed her curves and softly swept over her breasts. It was cut very low, revealing her muscular back. Her blue eyes and glossy lips sparkled in the candle light as she quietly beckoned him to come to her.

All Eric could think was how absolutely gorgeous she was. He went to her and looked her over, up and down. "Wow," he softly whispered. "What did I ever do to deserve someone as beautiful as you?"

"You're pretty good-looking yourself," she said as her fingertips lightly touched the side of his smooth face. Tonight, his hazel eyes looked green in the candle light, and they searched for hers. He still smelled good. "Now, could you show me exactly where we left off?" Her voice was as soft, silky, and seductive as her gown.

Eric's mouth suddenly watered so much, he swallowed hard. Then, he slowly, hungrily met her succulent mouth with his. They kissed with the skill of longtime lovers, keeping the pace to a sultry slow burn. She smelled marvelous; her hair felt luxurious to his touch and smelled of fresh lavender. He adored her smell.

Breathing became heavy and little moans of pleasure emanated from both of them as they slowly, deliberately extended their desire for conclusion. Tami seductively led her husband to bed where she had champagne, fruit, cream, and chocolate waiting. Eric was truly touched at the care and preparation his wife had gone to in the short time he'd been gone.

"I've been thinking about you all night," she whispered, pouring him a glass.

"Ohhhh, me, too, Babe," Eric echoed. "I couldn't wait to come home to you."

The couple, so in love with one another, enjoyed a glass of the cold bubbly, as their kisses tasted of strawberry and champagne. They took advantage of this rare night to themselves. Eric playfully fed a strawberry dipped in whipping cream to his wife, kissing the cream off the tip of her nose. The game extended into Eric losing his clothing with sultry eating, kissing, and touching.

His ache for her had slowly transformed into an exquisite agony. Then, suddenly, there was unwelcomed banging coming from the front door of the house. It was loud, hard, and persistent.

"Wait here," Eric whispered, as he jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed his robe from the bathroom and threw it on over his naked form.

"If the bell rings, it's going to wake Gracie," Tami was upset.

In his bare feet, Eric quickly made his way to the front door where the hard banging continued. He unlocked the door and swung it open. It was Buddy Garrity.

"Eric," Buddy was wild eyed under the porch light. "I'm on your side, and I can prove it."

Buddy wasn't as wild eyed as Eric who was furious to find it was Buddy interrupting them.

"What's wrong with you, man? You're gonna wake Gracie with all the bangin'," Eric chastised him in a low voice not much above a whisper, talking through his teeth. "What the hell are you doin' here?"

"I'm sorry if I woke you. I mean, it's only 9 o'clock on a Friday summer night," Buddy tried to defend his actions. "You didn't pick up my calls. I've been trying to reach you all night."

"Damn it Buddy. We weren't sleepin'," Eric was so angry at this ultimate violation.

Buddy continued to try to talk when Eric stopped him.

"Do I have to draw you a picture? Tami and I weren't sleepin'." Eric explained in a precise, measured cadence, his eyes remained wide.

"Oh," Buddy said. Then, a moment later he said, "Ohhhhhhh," with a mortified look on his face. "Oh, my God, I am so sorry, Eric."

"Just go," Eric was so frustrated. "Talk to me at practice tomorrow, but just go."

"Okay," Buddy was flustered. "Tell Tami I'm so sorry."

"I'm not tellin' Tami anything. You don't know anything, understand?" Eric was livid. "Geez, Buddy!" And Eric went back inside the house and locked the doors.

He quietly peeked in on Gracie. Thank goodness she was still sleeping. He made his way back to their bedroom and quietly closed their door. Slipping off the robe, he tossed it on a nearby chair and climbed back in bed.

"Don't tell me," Tami rolled her eyes. "It was Buddy." She had poured Eric another glass of champagne, and she handed it to him.

After he took a sip, Eric started laughing. "I don't think Buddy will be comin' to our house unannounced ever again."

Tami gasped and looked mortified. "Does he know he interrupted us from …?"

Eric continued to laugh. "You should have seen the look on his face. It was priceless!"

"But, Honey, I don't want Buddy Garrity knowing we were in the throws of passion," Tami was still mortified.

"C'mere, Tami," Eric was still smiling. He took his wife into his arms. "I told him his loud bangin' on the door would wake Gracie. That didn't stop him from yappin'. And then, he thought I was mad because he woke us up from sleepin' early on a Friday night and not returnin' his calls. He still wouldn't shut up. All I said was that we were not sleepin'."

Eric started laughing again. "It took a full minute for him to figure it out. The man doesn't have a life."

"Well, I still don't like that he knows he interrupted us. It makes me feel creeped out," Tami said.

Eric held Tami closer. "Babe, I don't care if the whole world knows I make sweet love with you. I'm in love with you, and we do have a life. If that's what it takes to keep ol' Buddy from droppin' by unannounced, well, that's just icin' on the cake."

"Everybody already knows I'm in love with you," Tami smiled. "Was the look on his face really all that priceless?"

Eric laughed again, "Oh, yeah."

Then, Tami started to giggle. "Now, where were we again, before we were so rudely interrupted?" She lightly traced the outline of her husband's mouth with her fingertip.