Oh, thank God. They had won. The Panthers had won, 24 to 7, a score I knew Tim would be ecstatic about. He had had an amazing game, barreling down the other team with an aggressiveness that, I had to admit, turned me on. I could just picture the look on his face underneath his helmet. Thinking about it made me want to jump him the second he came out of the locker room. I stood by Tim's black Chevy, watching as players slowly trickled out. Smash passed me with a massive grin and yelled out.
"Ohhh, there's the woman Rigg's getting all cleaned up for. 'livia, you better watch out. My man has some plans for you!"
"Thanks for the news Smash! Good game tonight!" I yelled back, excited at the thought of Tim in the shower. I watched as the locker room seemed to empty out, but Tim had yet to show. I knew something was up when Coach Taylor walked out and got into his car. What could Tim possibly be doing in there? I crept to the door of the locker room, and listened. I heard Tim yelling at Billy; I was assuming over the phone.
"God-damnit Billy! I ask you to do one goddamn thing for me, and you can't even do that! Why the hell do I even bother?" I paused and flinched when I heard TIm throw the phone across the locker room. I peeked in, and saw Tim punch his locker and sink onto the bench, his head bent into his hands. I snuck into the locker room, afraid to let Tim know I had heard the conversation.
"Hey handsome!" I crowed cheerfully as I walked up behind Tim.
"What the hell?" He spun around, but relaxed when he saw it was me. "Oh, uh, sorry Live. I just got distracted." I looked at him, concerned when I realized he still hadn't removed his uniform and pads.
"Hey. Tim. C'mere. I heard the end of your conversation with Billy. What's wrong?"
"Shit. You heard that? Damn it. Live, I had this whole night planned for you, but unfortunately it all depended on Billy, and the stupid ass bailed on me. Sorry." He looked down at his cleats like a punished six year old. He looked so disappointed and pissed that it was all I could do not to laugh.
"Tim. Tim. Look at me." He raised his head and looked at me from under hooded lids. "I love that you tried to plan, but don't stress. In fact, I have an idea. And if I remember correctly, I promised you a night you wouldn't forget." I grinned at him, a plan formulating in my head. "For right now, just sit there and hold tight for five minutes." I left Tim sitting on the bench and ran into the coach's office, checking to make sure he was really gone. I went to the door of the locker room, double-checked to make sure everyone was gone from the parking lot and then shut and locked the door. I returned to find Tim sleeping sitting up in his pads. Smiling, I knelt down to start untying his cleats. Tim jerked awake and I sat up and kissed him.
"Live, if you don't mind me asking, what the hell is going on?" He bent down to help me.
Brushing his hand out of the way, I replied, "Shhh. I locked the doors, so we'll be alone. You were amazing tonight, and to celebrate that and everything else you've done, I'm taking care of you. So don't argue and enjoy it." He just stared as I untied the laces, clearly feeling awkward for not helping. I slipped off his cleats and took his left foot in my hands. I slowly began to massage the balls of his feet, feeling the knots and working to loosen them. I looked up at Tim, and he was leaning back on his locker, eyes closed. I switched to his right foot and when I was done, I stood up and kissed him, deep and slow. Tim looked up at me through hazy eyes, and I pulled him forward. I worked his jersey off his back and through his arms, one at a time. I pulled off his pads, amazed that he could run as fast as he did carrying all this weight. I stripped him of his tight pants, and I couldn't help brushing my hand against the bulge in his briefs. Slowly, I began to massage his neck and shoulders through his thin white t-shirt, until I realized it would be easier to feel the knots only under a layer of skin. I faced Tim again, and I could tell it was taking all he had to stay alert and awake. I slid my hands under his shirt, caressing his sweaty chest until his eyes drooped shut. Removing his tee, I focused my attention on his back again, before I was struck with a genius idea. I slowly kissed my way around Tim's neck to his lips, and he met my gaze with a drunken look.
"Hey." I whispered, afraid to break his peace.
Licking his lips, Tim whispered back, "Live. You are…incredible." I laughed quietly, and took his hands, easing him into a standing position. Looking down, I realized I had forgot to remove his socks, and I gently did so before leading Tim back to the showers. I watched as his eyes widened as he realized what I had planned. Shaking off his stupor, Tim pulled me to his body. He started kissing my neck, and slid off my sweatshirt before I could stop him.
"Tim, wait. I'll do it." Knowing he was watching my every move, I daintily stepped out of my boots and removed my socks, tucking them inside. I silently thanked myself for wearing a button down as I slowly teased each button open. I looked at Tim out of the corner of my eye and his gaze never strayed from my hands. I could feel him fighting the urge to rip the shirt off himself. I let my shirt slide to the floor before focusing my attention on the button of my jeans. As I slid my dark jeans over my ass, I heard a low moan escape Tim's lips. I stood before him in a tiny black lace bra and a pink lacy bikini bottom. I undid the front clasp of my bra, letting it fall aside and join my shirt. Tim let loose another moan and I could clearly see his erection from here. God, he was hot. I wanted to race over and let him ruin me, but tonight was for him. I pushed aside my bottoms and slowly walked toward him.
"Oh God. Live. Oh fuck." Tim ran a nervous hand through his long hair. I slid a hand down his chest and hooked a finger under the band of his briefs. Jesus, his dick was straight. I felt him shiver and I knew he couldn't hold it much longer. Raking my hands across his ass, I pushed aside his underwear. I brushed a hand across him, and the moan he let out made me shudder. Escaping his reaching fingers, I scampered over to the shower and turned it on, letting the water pour over my head. Between drops I saw Tim moving closer towards me, and before I knew it, he had his hand wrapped around my waist. Figuring I had about five minutes before he let go, I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and soaped up my hands. Reaching up to grab his head, I massaged the shampoo over Tim's scalp and hair. Twisting my hands through his long, thick hair, I could feel him relax and loosen up under my touch. I carefully rinsed the shampoo out, shielding his eyes from the stinging chemicals. Searching for the body wash, I looked at Tim and grinned wickedly. I started on his back, rubbing my hands along his shoulders and back, down his butt and thighs, even across his feet. I started back up his front, getting his legs but skipping his dick. That would come later. I soaped up his chest, loving how I was making his breaths shorter and faster. I kept an eye on his growing erection, and when I thought he couldn't handle any more, I moved my hands down. I barely laid a finger on him before Tim had shoved me up against the shower wall and buried his head in my neck, panting and spitting out water. Everything was slippery and wet, and I began to lose what little self-control I still had. Tim's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, and I could feel his dick poking at my thigh. The more I panted, the rougher Tim got. He was tugging on my nipple with his mouth, running one hand across my clit, and holding me against the wall with the other. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I let loose the moan I had been holding in. Tim let go of my breast and looked at me, hunger blazing in his eyes. He kissed me roughly and entered me, all while holding me to the wall with both hands. We were sliding everywhere, but somehow Tim kept his rhythm, and I arrived at my orgasm out of breath and satisfied. He pressed me against the wall, breathing hard.
"Oh fuck. Live. Oh my god." He buried his head in my neck, and I could feel how hard he was trying to control his breathing. He pulled back and looked at me. "Oh hell. I know this might be the wrong time, but Jesus, I love you." I nodded, not sure I was ready to say the same. He searched my eyes and when he realized I wasn't sure, he released me from the wall and walked to the towel rack. Grabbing two clean towels, he wrapped one around his waist and proceeded to dry me off with the other. I watched as he delicately brushed my body, taking quick swipes at my breasts and entrance, more focused on the softer parts, like my shoulders and legs. When he determined I was dry enough, he wrapped the towel around me like a toga and grabbed another for my hair. He sat me down on the bench and slowly finger-combed through my hair, untangling all the knots I had accumulated. I was touched, so surprised at the gentle way he took care of me, that my eyes began to tear up. Without saying a word, Tim knelt down and brushed away my tears with a well-callused thumb. Snatching up two more towels, he took my hand and led me to the therapy room. I was confused at first, but as he wiped down a massage table and spread a towel over it, I understood. Tim left the room and returned with our underwear. Slipping on his briefs, he helped me into my bottoms and bra. He stood in front of me, looking oddly nervous.
"Live, I..I don't know what to say. The way you took care of me tonight…no one has ever done that before. I know you wanted to do that, and I know you don't want anything in return, but I want to do this for you. And…you don't have to say it back. I get it." Averting his eyes, Tim stood there. I watched him, knowing that he was honestly touched and that something in him had begun to heal. Tears rolled down my face as I thought of how much a simple gesture like this had meant to him, of all the hard shit he'd had to deal with in his life. All I wanted for him was a new start, and for him to see that people do care about him. I spoke quietly.
"Timothy Riggins, look me in the eyes." He met my gaze. "I love you." Tim's face broke out in a grin, and he picked me up and spun me around. Then he stopped and slowly laid me down on a massage table, folding another towel for a pillow. I relaxed immediately, hopeful for what was coming. I felt TIm's rough hands unhook my bra and push the straps aside. He tried to massage my shoulders, but his place beside the table wasn't working. Not opening my eyes, I heard his voice.
"Umm, Live. Is it okay if I -" Before he was done, I nodded my head. I felt him hop onto the table and straddle my back, his strong hands smoothing out all the kinks and knots in my back and shoulders. It was heaven and I never wanted him to stop. Every once in a while, Tim would lose his balance and momentarily rest on my back, but his weight was reassuring. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of Tim's rough hands rubbing into my skin. Just when I thought I was falling asleep, Tim rolled off of me.
"Live. God, I love you. I just -" He gestured towards his crotch, and I laughed. He was hard again. I looked up into his eyes, and saw the familiar burning. I knew what he wanted, and truth be told, I wanted it too. I couldn't get enough of him.
"Alright. Let's go." I smiled as he swaggered over to the table and kissed me deeply. We got hot and heavy quick and before I knew it I was on my back, with Tim towering over me. He was inching himself towards me when I realized we were forgetting something.
"Wait." I struggled to get myself into a sitting position. "Wait. We need a condom."
"Shit." Tim was up and over to his locker in seconds, digging through his gym bag. I took an appreciative look at his naked ass before another realization sunk into my head. I had remembered a condom this time, but what about half an hour ago in the shower? I struggled to remember if Tim had pulled one out of his jeans or from his locker. Panic began to sink in when no memory came to mind.
"Tim. Timmmm. TIM." I panicked. Tim abandoned his search and ran back over to me.
"You okay? What's wrong? Are you hurt? Should we stop?" I heard a note of panic in his own voice and I began to cry.
"Fuck. Tim, fuck. I can't remember. Did we use a condom in the shower? I can't remember!" I wailed. Tim sank down onto the table opposite me and ran a hand through his hair. He didn't speak, so I had my answer. "TIM. Oh my fucking god. Oh Jesus. Oh, what now?" I began to sob, my shoulders heaving and nose running. Tim gathered me in his arms and held me until I stopped.
"Live. Listen to me. First of all, no matter what happens, I'm with you. 100%. Second, we can't know anything yet. We could get lucky. Miracles happen." I stared at him, not sure what to do. How had this amazing night turned out like this?
"Hey Live?" Tim asked. I looked at him questioningly.
"I know that this might be the completely wrong time and feel free to smack me if I'm being a complete asshole, but how about some Tim Riggins therapy?" He smiled and ran his perfect hands along my back. I stared at my hands, wondering what I should do. Finally I nodded my head and slipped my hand in his.
"Oh, what the hell. Come on, Timothy. Heal me." I whispered in his ear.
AN: Here's chapter two! Hope you like it (: It might be a little longer before I can update again...I'm going on vacation next week and I'm not sure I'll have internet access...but hang tight! It'll be here eventually!