Hey y'all,

I am sooooo Sorry it took me so long to upload this new chapter. School and life has been insane but that's no excuse I promise to do better in the future. Hopefully the Carson/Tim sexiness will make-up for it a little? Please review I'll love you forever!

Xoxo- Scarlett

Saviors - Chapter 7

The rest of the week was damn near unbearable – or at least it would have been if Tim weren't in a constant drunken stupor.

Carson had left, really left from what he could tell; he didn't see her at school, or anywhere else for the rest of the week. When Lyla stopped him in the hall, "Hey Tim. Tim. Tim." Finally the third time she called his name he turned. What did she want? What more could she possibly ask. Didn't she get how hard it was to stand there? To be in this damn school without Jason!

"Hey we're having a prayer meeting for Jason this afternoon, wanna come?" Lyla asked expectantly, big brown eyes wide and innocent. Tim hated her for that innocence sometimes, almost as much as he envied her for it.

"What are we praying for Lyla, a new spine for Jay?" He started to walk away.

She grabbed his forearm and he turned glaring back at her, "I know you never do anything you don't want to do and I guess that's fine, but don't hurt me to make you're self feel better. What is wrong with you Tim? First you can't get your ass over to see Jason, he's your best friend! Now Carson."

Tim stopped her, "Wait you've heard from Carson? Did she call you? Did…" his voice trailed off when he saw how Lyla was looking at him.

"You are unbelievable Tim, when's she's here you could care less, she leaves and your desperate for news."

Now Tim was angry too, "You know Lyla you walk around with your pom-poms and prayers and you hope everything will be ok, but it won't – it never is." She didn't understand, Lyla never did understand where he was coming from. Her perfect little world never really expanded to include him. He was trying to protect Carson, but if he told Lyla she wouldn't understand that either.

"You don't know what your talking about, say what you want do what you want Tim, self-exile yourself from everyone if you must, but don't insult me!"

They just stood glaring at each other for a moment before Lyla turned to walk away. Tim stood glaring after her when she turned back, "I haven't heard from her Tim," she said quietly, "but I assume you somehow screwed it up," she sounded as if she was going to start yelling again but seemed to think better of it, "she cares about you Tim, she really does, don't hurt her." Then she turned and disappeared down the hall.

But I already have, Tim thought, she's worth so much more than me, maybe her leaving was the best thing. To be honest he wasn't surprised, everyone leaves, he repeated again and again to himself. Just like his mom, and his dad – everyone leaves what the hell makes this girl any different? Why the fuck should I care?

But he did care, he already cared so much, and that was the God Damn problem.

The rain poured down so hard that Tim couldn't see more than a few feet in front of his face. Whatever high fucking self-righteous horse Coach Taylor was ridding Tim wanted him off it as quickly as possible. He was eager to go back to the bottle of Jim Bean that he barely had a chance to start in on before Taylor showed up at his door and physically dragged him onto the bus that brought them to this god-forsaken field off Highway 101.

He heard Smash mutter to Saracen in front of him, "What's he gonna do? Kill us all?" A wry smile tugged at his lips, he wouldn't mind. At least that would end his misery. He just wanted it all to stop.

"Maybe," Saracen replied. We can only hope, Tim thought.

"Line up," Coach shouted, "Wing-sprints up and down the hill." The whole team groaned in unison but Tim didn't really care. He was finding in hard to care about anything at this point. "Let's go!" Coach shouted, as they started running.

"You think you're champions because you wear the panther uniform – you're wrong! You think you're champions because they give you a piece of pie at the dinner – you're wrong! "

Tim pushed his aching body through the mud and the knee-deep water that was in front of him, his muscles screaming. In this moment he let the rain mix with his heartbeat and found comfort in the screamed routine of Coach's voice, "Champions don't complain, champions don't give up!"

"Again," Coach yelled, "Champions don't give up, champions don't complain, champions give 200%! You're not champions until you've earned it"

Tim focused on that and he kept running until he couldn't think. He could barely breathe, but he didn't care because right now he didn't have room to think… to remember. For right now he could let himself forget. He welcomed the mind-numbing exercise as an escape, his only one now that Carson was gone.

The team started to slow, exhaustion and cold overcoming them, but Tim was just getting started he didn't want to stop – didn't want to remember. This was the best he'd felt in days.

"Don't you think they've had enough?" Asked the Assistant Coach.

"I'll say when they've had enough," Coach replied, his mouth set in a grim line.

"CLEAR EYES, FULL HEARTS…" Smash shouted!

"Can't lose." Tim heard himself yell in response.

As a team they yelled, "Clear eyes full hearts, can't loose," over and over again until Tim and Smash led the next run up the hill, reinvigorated.

When Coach finally yelled at them to get back on the bus Tim didn't want to. He could barely lift his feet anymore but he was still torn. If he got back on the bus and went home, he might have one good night without dreams but he'd have to wake up the nest day to the harshest reality – that Jason couldn't walk because of him, and that Carson was gone.

He didn't really have much of a choice though and moved to get on the bus albeit last. When he felt Coach's hand grasp his shoulder and turn him around.

"What happened to Jason Street was nobody's fault. This is football, things happen. It was an accident. You understand me?" his brown eyes boring into Tim's hazel.

No Tim thought desperately, no you don't understand, "I didn't even try Coach." He said shaking his head, why did no one get it? How could he fuck up so badly? "I didn't even try to tackle him, that's my job, I didn't even try…" with that Tim's voice broke and Coach Taylor stopped him.

" You were on the other side of the field, it wouldn't have mattered. It was an accident. It was not you're fault." No, Tim thought tears spilling down his cheeks lost in the rain, there had to be a reason this happened. Things this bad didn't happen to Jason. Why couldn't it have happened to him? No one would have cared, better him than Jason.

Finally Coach's voice broke through, "Look at me, I want you to let yourself off the hook son. I want you to let yourself off the hook." Tim took a shaky breath as tentative relief coursed through his veins. And he started to accept a truth he probably knew the whole time.

Jason's accident wasn't his fault.

He just hadn't wanted to believe that it was so out of his control that he wasn't able to be there for the one person he cared about most, his only real family.

"Yes Sir," he whispered.

"Be smart." Coach Taylor told him quietly.

"Yes Sir," he said again. He went to get on the bus. When Taylor grabbed him by his shirt.

"Now you ever walk out of one of my practices again, and I will kick you're ass off the team. Understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"You own me a practice. " Taylor said, "You walk home and we'll call it even." Then without further ado Tim watched as Coach got back on the bus and drove away. Leaving him in the middle of the road, in the rain, at 2 in the morning.

Yeah, Tim thought grudgingly, I probably deserve this. It didn't really matter. Coach's words started to really sink in. Jason's accident wasn't his fault. Tim could finally breathe again until it hit him – Carson.

She'd booked it out of town after that night at the school, when she caught him looking at reels of the game. She knew then, god he had been so fucking stupid, the first girl he'd ever found that truly cared about him and he ran her off. What the fuck was wrong with him? He had no idea how he'd find her or what he'd do when he did. How could he even begin to apologize?

Suddenly he was in the headlights of a car and as he turned around to wave whoever stopped along he was blinded by the glare.

"Tim?"

It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. Things this incredible did not happen to Tim Riggins – ever.

That is until Carson King came into his life. She had pulled over crookedly and thrown open her door and stepped out not bothering to turn the car off or close her door.

She was standing there in the rain, in blue jeans, her boots, and a tank top that was rapidly becoming see thru because of the rain, she was getting soaked and the only thing she seemed to care about was him, "Tim, what the hell are you doing out here?" She ran over to him touching his shoulder with one hand and brushing the hair back from his face with the other. "Oh my god, Tim are you trying to kill yourself?" She was just staring at him in that penetrating way of hers, "Tim, baby, please talk to me – you're scarring me," she whispered at last.

Realizing she wasn't in fact a dream, however too good to be true she might be Tim spoke, "Carson, Jason was, …" he stated to say and she backed away as if he burned her.

Then she started shouting, and all that fire he loved about her came out, as she struck his chest with her fists, "It wasn't your fucking fault Tim, it wasn't." she was screaming, "and I can prove it." She ran back to her truck before he could stop her. He followed close behind. She emerged with a bunch of papers in her fist, shaking them in his face, "That's where I went, UT Austin, Texas A&M, TMU, I talked to all of the head coaches. I showed them the tape and these are their written response. Tim even if I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, they do! You have to believe them! It wasn't your fault!" she was yelling and crying now, "God Tim please believe me," she begged, "it wasn't your fault," she kept saying over and over.

Tim got his arms around her shoulders and she fell into him crying into his chest. He couldn't believe it, never in his life had anyone done something like this for him. He had thought he'd succeeded in driving her away; instead she'd only gone away to help him.

He knew in that moment what made her different, Carson might have left, but she had come back, she'd come back for him, and for that and so many other reasons, he … he … loved her.

It was there and then that Tim fell in love with Carson King.

She may have been soaked, her make-up running down her face, her hair soaked through, but her eyes were blazing, she was incredible. Strong, funny, smart, steady, kind, and she wasn't going to break his heart. Hell, he looked down at the amazing girl shivering against him, he'd take a chance on her breaking his heart if it meant he got to be loved by her for even a second.

"Carson, Carson, it's ok, it's ok, I know Jason's accident wasn't my fault."

Her shaking abided a bit as she looked up into his eyes, "What? But you were so sure?" She shook her head trying to understand. Her breathing heavy, she shuddered against him.

"Coach Taylor convinced me, I guess…" he tried to explain, why he'd been so sure, "I needed an explanation for the pain, for why it hurt so bad, why I couldn't do anything. I felt like I'd let him down," he finished in a whisper she could barely hear.

"So I ran all over Texas begging and bribing my way into head coaches' offices and all it took was Coach Taylor?" she asked, disbelieving.

"No one's ever done anything like that for me, ever I…" and he didn't get to finish because suddenly she was kissing him with everything she had.

They stood in the rain, on the side of the highway just outside Dillon Texas, and he said something he had never said to another person, "I love you Carson King, I have no fucking clue why you decided you wanted me but if you'll still have me I swear I'll never hurt you like that again."

Her blue eyes bored into his hazel as she spoke the next words, "I'm in love with you Tim Riggins, your heart and your soul, and the fucked up shit that seems to come with you, but you can't break my heart like that again. I can't bear to watch you hurt that way." She whispered into his ear as he hugged her close. "I promise." He said and when they kissed that time it was different.

Suddenly it became a hungry meeting of teeth and tongues as they held each other as tightly as they could. Tim's hands were everywhere at once and when Carson finally pulled back for a breath she just stared into his eyes, his soul. And they both ran for the car at the same time. He leapt into the drivers seat and she held his hand tightly, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest as he broke every traffic law known to man to get them back to her house.

When they reached Carson's house they jumped out of her truck. Carson raced laughing and screaming to the door, Tim close behind. A thrill ran up her spine … she knew exactly what was coming. And she was as frightened as she was exhilarated.

Getting to the door, she fumbled with her keys. She turned around right into Tim's waiting arms. "Hey," he whispered his lips inches from hers; hot breath warming her lips. "Hi" she whispered back and suddenly she was against the wall of the house, his pelvis grinding slowly into hers, one hand fisted in her hair, the other held both of her wrists against the wall, above her head. Carson didn't hesitate, she just melted into him letting him lead and following in a glorious headlong rush. His lips moved to her neck and she gasped her hands going into his hair, he moaned against her. Then just as suddenly he backed away, leaving her aching for him, taking the key from her hand he calmly opened the door.

Tim's blood was roaring in his ears, he was so hard it actually hurt; he had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted Carson at that moment. It took all the self-control he processed to open her door, taking his hand she led him inside. Her skin was cool because of the rain and he felt like he was on fire in comparison. The shock that jolted into his arm when she touched him had torn his control to shreds. His mouth once again found hers and when he pulled away to press his lips against that special point on her neck, her desperate moan and the way her teeth grazed his ear practically had him coming on the spot but he forced himself to breathe. He was Tim Riggins for Christ's sake. In an instant he lifted her and her legs went around his waist bringing her even closer, then he carried her up the stairs.

When he got to the top of the stairs he was almost crazy with wanting her. She had been gently biting and sucking his neck, her tongue exploring his mouth, her hands in his hair, nails raking across his scalp. He had been concentrating on making it up the stairs without breaking both their necks, and unable to properly respond. The second he made it to the top he slammed her into the hallway wall. As she gasped at the feeling of him grinding against her his mouth descended on her breasts. Lightly sucking and nibbling her right, then left nipples through her tank top. Carson thrashed against him at the sensations. Tim released her for a moment to watch her. Her head thrown back, her eyes closed against the sensations running through her body, lips parted, chest rising – she was the sexiest, most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

When Tim pushed Carson against the wall outside her room and started in on her breasts her mind lost all conscious thought. She didn't care about anything but him in that moment. When he pulled away slightly she opened her eyes and when they met his she took a shaky breathe in response.

Hunger.

Hunger, strong, and needy was what she saw in his hazel eyes – no sadness only definite purpose as he slowly lifted her back into his arms. He was slower now, but the heat didn't waver between them. Carson felt like every inch of her body was on fire. As her knees hit the back of her bed as he stood her in front of him. She put a hand over his heart; it beat wildly against her palm. She had never been so far before but she knew there was no stopping. She couldn't have bared it.

He stilled beneath her palm, his only movement his fingers as they drew patterns along her hips and lower back. Carson's eyes met his, and even though she could hardly believe her words, her voice held as she whispered, "I want you Tim. I need you. Inside of me."

He moaned at her words, if ever there was a woman for Tim Riggins he had found her in Carson King. She then slowly slid her hands down her upper body. He watched in complete stunned reverence as she cupped her full breasts on the way down to the bottom of her shirt and in one fluid motion pulled both her tank and her bra away to toss them to the other side of the room. She was stunning and he could do nothing but watch as she slid her hands down his chest. Her index finger running between his pectorals and abs and then she took the hem of his shirt and slid it up ever so slowly until he helped her move it over his head and it joined hers on the floor. Not able to resist he took in the stunning woman before him.

His eyes shamelessly roved over her followed closely by his hands when he slide them from her waist, to her lower back, to her perfect heart shaped ass and once more lifted her against him. She gasped into his mouth as het breasts rubbed against his chest when he lifted her and laid her on the bed.

Carson watched in complete fascination as Tim kneeled above her. Then leaned down to kiss her neck and followed a line from there to the valley between her breasts which were heaving in anticipation, down her stomach and then his hands came to the button on her jeans. He undid them and began slowly pealing the wet material off her hips, she obligingly lifted her ass, and he slid them down until they were completely off. He was so slow she squirmed in anticipation but couldn't deny that she felt loved, cherished even as Tim gently lifted each knee with his rough hands and kissed the inside of first her right then her left thigh.

He slid out of his own jeans, and leaned forward to rest his torso between her thighs and balanced his weight on his forearms on either side of her head. When he kissed her this time it felt much the same as when he had on the porch after Jason's accident. The same need, the same desperation for her to understand as he worked his lips against hers. This time was different though confirmed when he pulled back once more, "I'm never letting you go again." He vowed his eyes clear and solemn. It sent a little thrill through her to hear him say it.

"Good," she whispered, "Because I'm never leaving again." With that Tim brought his mouth back to her, their tongues tangling together. He seemed to magically get rid of both his boxers and her lace panties. Then she felt his hand trail down over her breasts and farther until her ran his hand along her folds. "Oh my god, you're so wet baby," he moaned into her ear. When his thumb pressed against her clit she gasped, unable to breathe, and arched her back, pressing herself into him.

Why did he get to have all the fun? Carson thought, and with that her hands reached down and found him, huge and throbbing, like iron encased in velvet. Tim's ragged groan and breathing was all the answer she needed as she moved her hand up and down slowly at first then faster forming a fist, around him, as he pushed one, then two fingers into her in return. She was getting lost in the intensity of it all when she heard Tim say her name, "Carson!" She immediately released him, "Did I do something wrong?"

She heard him snort softly and felt his smile against her lips, "God no, baby you're too good at this, and I want to be inside of you." Carson couldn't help but moan at his words and lift her hips in response. Tim once more ran his hands up her body and melded his mouth to hers. Then, his eyes locked on hers, he whispered, "I love you" as he pushed inside of her.

Carson cried out at the feeling, it had hurt more than she expected. When she looked she saw panic in Tim's eyes, and shock. That was what she had been afraid of, he'd been with so many girls, she's heard the Dillon rumor mill, why would he want some idiotic little virgin. "Your… you're a…?" His voice trailed off, "God baby I am so sorry… I didn't mean to…"

He couldn't even talk Carson thought, but then he tried to pull away, she locked her legs around his back and her arms tightened around his neck, "Don't go," she whispered. Then she moved once, pushing against him gridding into him and a ragged groan came from his throat in an instant his arms where back around her, his mouth on her neck, her throat, her breasts, he couldn't resist her if he tried. Still he dragged his eyes up to hers, "Are you sure?" he whispered.

"More sure than I've ever been, I need you Tim Riggins, I love you." She held his eyes and for once in his life he actually believed it. She loved him. He couldn't imagine why she chose him, but he wasn't going to question it. Then he took her; he used every trick he'd ever learned, he was determined to make it so good that she'd never want anyone else – ever. She was his.

Tim worked her body until she felt like she would scream or cry or come apart. He thrust into her over and over hitting a spot that set her on fire! Any pain was long forgotten as his lips moved over hers. As he kneeled and brought her onto his lap going impossibly deeper, she could only hold on, her teeth gently biting his muscular shoulder. She showed him how much she loved him in return. She kept her hands tangled in his hair, covered his face in kisses – his jaw, his cheekbones, his eyelids closed tightly in concentration, and God his lips she wouldn't forget those for anything.

Then she was back against the soft sheets, and he was driving into her over and over, reaching to grasp the headboard above, every muscle straining – he was utterly incredible. Finally Tim bent over her, going harder and harder until she arched into his arms and he looked into her eyes and said, "Let go Carson, come for me baby."

And she did.

Carson unraveled beneath him, convulsing over and over her muscles gripping him so tightly that he followed her right over the edge.

Tim couldn't breath, couldn't think, he was utterly numb, totally exhausted. He collapsed keeping most of his weight off her as he buried his face in her neck waiting for his heart to stop feeling as if it was going to beat right out of his chest. He felt her soft, slender arms come around him. Stoking his hair, down his spine. He didn't know how she could move; he was just getting feeling back in his body.

Tim rolled to the side, and laid on his back. Carson shivered at the loss before he pulled her against him so that she was draped over him, her head on his chest over his still thumping heart, her arm thrown over him, her leg tangled with his.

Not once had Tim ever wanted to cuddle after sex, never felt the need for all the bullshit. They had fucked – the end. But now with Carson so close, her soft sweet smelling skin against his, her golden hair spread over the pillow, he didn't know how he'd ever let her go. The best feeling was knowing that he didn't have to.

He felt her lips gently press over his heart, a heart that belonged to her now.