Friday Night Lights
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veiledndarknessTitle: Only Two Things
Author: me!
Fandom: Friday Night Lights - Television Show
Pairing: Tim/Lyla
Summary: Studying leads to what he can't hide.
Warnings: Potential spoilers if you haven't seen the first season.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm saving up for them.
* It's all for you love *
*
Tim fiddled with the eraser of his pencil and stared at the page of equations in front of him. The page lay before him, a confusing jumble of letters, numbers and lines. It looked like gibberish to him. He sighed and snuck a glance at Lyla, whose head was studiously bent over her own book, steadily working her way through her homework.
She looked up at him after a long moment, smiling a bit. "The answers aren't written on me," she said. Tim felt his cheeks heat up a bit and nodded, dropping his eyes to his blank paper, embarrassed at being caught staring at her.
"I think I'm ready to burn this book," he muttered, tapping his pencil slowly.
Lyla reached over and touched his hand, getting his attention. "Tim," she said softly. "If you need help, just ask me."
He looked at her again, brushing his hair back from his face. "None of it makes sense," he admitted. "All looks like a mess of numbers and letters."
She leaned closer to him, the mattress under them dipping a bit from the movement. She reached over and lifted his textbook onto their laps, glancing over the questions. Tim inhaled slightly, the clean, sweet smell of her hair carried on the gentle wind from the fan near the window.
"Ok, so let's start with this one," she said, speaking quietly to him, explaining how to find the value of 'x' for the equation. Tim nodded every so often, his eyes straying to the curve of her neck, the way her mouth moved when she smiled, and the very faint dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
Lyla looked up at Tim, her mouth curving into a slight smile. "You aren't listening are you?" she chided him. He shook his head. "Tryin' to," he said. "No, really, I am," he protested when she sighed.
"It's just...it's all confusing. I'm no good at math and stuff like this," he said, looking away, frustrated with himself. Lyla touched his hand again. "You're a lot smarter than you think Tim," she said.
He nodded absently, feeling stupid and awkward next to her. He knew damn well she was trying to make him feel better. He knew the truth. Aside from football there wasn't much else that he was good at and he murmured that to her, ignoring the look on her face.
"There's only two things I'm good at," Tim muttered, staring at his clean, but worn hands. "Football and well...y'know..." he trailed off, a hint of a smile on his face.
"And what's that?" she demanded, her hands on her hips, her ponytail bouncing indignantly. Tim chanced a look at her face, and before he could stop and remind himself why this was a bad idea, he was pressing his lips to hers, a gentle kiss.
She shivered and leaned into the kiss. Tim closed his eyes, allowing his brain to wander into all the things he ever wished for. Lyla backed away after a long moment, licking her bottom lip nervously.
"Tim..." she said hesitantly. "I'm sorry," he whispered, letting his hair hang down over his face. "I...I couldn't help it." She sighed and tilted his chin, studying his face.
"I know I said I'd help you with studying, but I can't...do that with you. I told you what we had is over," she said, a touch of sadness to her voice.
Tim swallowed over the lump in his throat. "Am I still a mistake to you?" he asked softly.
Lyla shifted so that her head was resting on his shoulder. "I shouldn't have said that," she murmured. "I was hurting and angry...but it doesn't make it right."
Tim moved his hand to brush a stray piece of hair that had escaped her ponytail out of her eyes. She leaned into his touch, despite herself. "I didn't want to hurt you," she whispered.
He moved his thumb over her chin, stroking her jaw, his eyes taking in every detail of her greedily. He leaned in and kissed her again, her faint moan lost in the roar of his own heart beat echoing in his ears. "I can't...I can't help it," he mumbled in between heated kisses. "I love you, I do, and I can't help but wanna touch you."
"Tim," she whispered breathlessly, feeling her body ache with the need to touch him. She shivered, moving upwards to press against him, straddling his lap. She cupped his face, running her hands up into his hair as she kissed him harder, deepening the kiss.
Tim held her close as he leaned back against the wall for support, his hands running up and down her back. He reached up and gently tugged on her ponytail elastic, her hair spilling down loosely over her shoulders. He felt sparks race to his groin when the tip of her tongue slid against his, a deep moan escaping him.
She pressed against him harder, her body reacting to his. Tim lifted the edge of her top, bringing it up and over her chest. She raised her arms, allowing him to pull the shirt off completely. Tim gave a shaky breath when he looked down, her breasts straining in her lacy bra. He kissed her again, a bit harder while he undid her bra with one quick flick of his fingers.
Lyla gasped when she felt the hooks come undone, the bra loosely falling away from her. Tim cupped her breasts, his thumbs moving over her nipples slowly, drawing a breathy moan from her. "T-Tim," she murmured, watching him lower his mouth to catch one nipple and suck on it gently.
A bolt of desire ran through him at hearing the moans she made as he circled her nipple with his tongue, sucking harder. She squirmed on his lap, arching into his touch. He switched to her other breast, feeling her nipple swell and grow harder in his mouth.
Tim let her nipple go from his mouth, his eyes dark with desire. "Lyla," he whispered, kissing her again. He moved one hand lower, sliding under the skirt she had on, his fingers finding the warm wetness between her thighs. She gasped sharply when she felt his fingers slip under her panties, stroking her.
"Oh!" she cried out, gripping his shoulders as he rubbed against her. He stopped a moment later, smiling at her soft plea for him to continue. He tugged on her damp panties, lowering them down her thighs. She blushed slightly and lifted herself slowly. Once they were off, Tim undid her skirt, raising her again.
She straddled him once more, impatiently pulling his shirt up and off him. Tim shrugged out of his jeans and shorts, lowering her to his lap once more. Lyla pressed down, feeling the hard swell of his cock, rubbing against her. "Do you have anything?" she asked softly.
He held her in place and stretched his arm to the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom package. She took it from him and opened it, unrolling it on him. He hissed, feeling her cool fingers stroking him as she did so. He groaned when he felt the slick heat press against him again.
Tim wet his fingers and reached down, stroking her, spreading the wetness. She made breathy moans as he touched her, her head spinning, her toes tingling. "Tim," she pleaded. "Don't tease me."
Tim kissed her as he pulled his fingers away and positioned himself. She looked down, surprised. "Like this?" she asked nervously. He nodded, lifting her hips carefully.
"I...I've never, like this before," she mumbled, color high in her cheeks.
"Shh, it's ok," Tim whispered. He pushed up a little at a time, groaning at the hot, wet heat that gripped him. He reached down again and rubbed slow circles on her, stroking the small nub until she was whimpering and thrusting down herself.
He held her in place for a moment, breathing hard as he fought his urge to take her hard. She gripped his shoulders and kissed him, firm, heated kisses that stole his breath. "Please," she said, relaxed against him, her body shaking with need.
Tim began to thrust, slowly at first, his hands roaming over her body, panting as he let her take control of how fast or how slow she wanted it. He gripped the bed sheets in fistfuls when she began to move herself, slowing down for several long strokes, then speeding up, her breathing coming faster. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his orgasm fast approaching.
"Tim," she moaned, her body shuddering as she moved. He let go of the sheets and gripped her hips, pushing her down harder, burying himself deeply, achingly hard.
She cried out sharply, gripping his shoulders harder. Tim felt his control slip a bit as he moved faster, his fingers rubbing her again, watching her face the whole time. Lyla bit her lip, her eyes widening as her orgasm hit, spreading throughout her, her whole body shuddering.
"Oh...oh god...Tim!" she cried out, clamping down on him, rocking harder against him.
Tim moaned loudly, thrusting once, twice more, before he came hard, his toes tingling. He slumped back against the wall, breathing hard, his hair in his face. Lyla leaned forward, resting her head on his chest, hearing his heart beat wildly.
"I meant it," Tim whispered a few minutes later, breaking the near silence of the room. "I love you Lyla, I love you so much it hurts."
She closed her eyes, tears stinging under her eyelids. "You shouldn't," she said softly, not wanting to let go of him. Tim eased out of her, rolling the condom off and tied it carefully, tossing it in the wastebasket near the bed. He touched her hair, calmed by the feeling of it.
"It kills me to watch you walk away," he said lowly. "To know that you aren't with me. What would it take for you to stay with me?" he asked.
Lyla kissed him. "I know in my heart where I should be," she said, holding him close. "I was afraid. I didn't want to hurt anyone, and he'll be so hurt by this. I can't lie anymore; I don't want to keep lying to him."
Tim stroked her hair slowly, unwilling to rush her, to force her into anything, content for now to just hold her, to have her love, if only for that moment.
*
Author: me!
Fandom: Friday Night Lights - Television Show
Pairing: Tim/Lyla
Summary: Studying leads to what he can't hide.
Warnings: Potential spoilers if you haven't seen the first season.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm saving up for them.
* It's all for you love *
*
Tim fiddled with the eraser of his pencil and stared at the page of equations in front of him. The page lay before him, a confusing jumble of letters, numbers and lines. It looked like gibberish to him. He sighed and snuck a glance at Lyla, whose head was studiously bent over her own book, steadily working her way through her homework.
She looked up at him after a long moment, smiling a bit. "The answers aren't written on me," she said. Tim felt his cheeks heat up a bit and nodded, dropping his eyes to his blank paper, embarrassed at being caught staring at her.
"I think I'm ready to burn this book," he muttered, tapping his pencil slowly.
Lyla reached over and touched his hand, getting his attention. "Tim," she said softly. "If you need help, just ask me."
He looked at her again, brushing his hair back from his face. "None of it makes sense," he admitted. "All looks like a mess of numbers and letters."
She leaned closer to him, the mattress under them dipping a bit from the movement. She reached over and lifted his textbook onto their laps, glancing over the questions. Tim inhaled slightly, the clean, sweet smell of her hair carried on the gentle wind from the fan near the window.
"Ok, so let's start with this one," she said, speaking quietly to him, explaining how to find the value of 'x' for the equation. Tim nodded every so often, his eyes straying to the curve of her neck, the way her mouth moved when she smiled, and the very faint dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
Lyla looked up at Tim, her mouth curving into a slight smile. "You aren't listening are you?" she chided him. He shook his head. "Tryin' to," he said. "No, really, I am," he protested when she sighed.
"It's just...it's all confusing. I'm no good at math and stuff like this," he said, looking away, frustrated with himself. Lyla touched his hand again. "You're a lot smarter than you think Tim," she said.
He nodded absently, feeling stupid and awkward next to her. He knew damn well she was trying to make him feel better. He knew the truth. Aside from football there wasn't much else that he was good at and he murmured that to her, ignoring the look on her face.
"There's only two things I'm good at," Tim muttered, staring at his clean, but worn hands. "Football and well...y'know..." he trailed off, a hint of a smile on his face.
"And what's that?" she demanded, her hands on her hips, her ponytail bouncing indignantly. Tim chanced a look at her face, and before he could stop and remind himself why this was a bad idea, he was pressing his lips to hers, a gentle kiss.
She shivered and leaned into the kiss. Tim closed his eyes, allowing his brain to wander into all the things he ever wished for. Lyla backed away after a long moment, licking her bottom lip nervously.
"Tim..." she said hesitantly. "I'm sorry," he whispered, letting his hair hang down over his face. "I...I couldn't help it." She sighed and tilted his chin, studying his face.
"I know I said I'd help you with studying, but I can't...do that with you. I told you what we had is over," she said, a touch of sadness to her voice.
Tim swallowed over the lump in his throat. "Am I still a mistake to you?" he asked softly.
Lyla shifted so that her head was resting on his shoulder. "I shouldn't have said that," she murmured. "I was hurting and angry...but it doesn't make it right."
Tim moved his hand to brush a stray piece of hair that had escaped her ponytail out of her eyes. She leaned into his touch, despite herself. "I didn't want to hurt you," she whispered.
He moved his thumb over her chin, stroking her jaw, his eyes taking in every detail of her greedily. He leaned in and kissed her again, her faint moan lost in the roar of his own heart beat echoing in his ears. "I can't...I can't help it," he mumbled in between heated kisses. "I love you, I do, and I can't help but wanna touch you."
"Tim," she whispered breathlessly, feeling her body ache with the need to touch him. She shivered, moving upwards to press against him, straddling his lap. She cupped his face, running her hands up into his hair as she kissed him harder, deepening the kiss.
Tim held her close as he leaned back against the wall for support, his hands running up and down her back. He reached up and gently tugged on her ponytail elastic, her hair spilling down loosely over her shoulders. He felt sparks race to his groin when the tip of her tongue slid against his, a deep moan escaping him.
She pressed against him harder, her body reacting to his. Tim lifted the edge of her top, bringing it up and over her chest. She raised her arms, allowing him to pull the shirt off completely. Tim gave a shaky breath when he looked down, her breasts straining in her lacy bra. He kissed her again, a bit harder while he undid her bra with one quick flick of his fingers.
Lyla gasped when she felt the hooks come undone, the bra loosely falling away from her. Tim cupped her breasts, his thumbs moving over her nipples slowly, drawing a breathy moan from her. "T-Tim," she murmured, watching him lower his mouth to catch one nipple and suck on it gently.
A bolt of desire ran through him at hearing the moans she made as he circled her nipple with his tongue, sucking harder. She squirmed on his lap, arching into his touch. He switched to her other breast, feeling her nipple swell and grow harder in his mouth.
Tim let her nipple go from his mouth, his eyes dark with desire. "Lyla," he whispered, kissing her again. He moved one hand lower, sliding under the skirt she had on, his fingers finding the warm wetness between her thighs. She gasped sharply when she felt his fingers slip under her panties, stroking her.
"Oh!" she cried out, gripping his shoulders as he rubbed against her. He stopped a moment later, smiling at her soft plea for him to continue. He tugged on her damp panties, lowering them down her thighs. She blushed slightly and lifted herself slowly. Once they were off, Tim undid her skirt, raising her again.
She straddled him once more, impatiently pulling his shirt up and off him. Tim shrugged out of his jeans and shorts, lowering her to his lap once more. Lyla pressed down, feeling the hard swell of his cock, rubbing against her. "Do you have anything?" she asked softly.
He held her in place and stretched his arm to the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom package. She took it from him and opened it, unrolling it on him. He hissed, feeling her cool fingers stroking him as she did so. He groaned when he felt the slick heat press against him again.
Tim wet his fingers and reached down, stroking her, spreading the wetness. She made breathy moans as he touched her, her head spinning, her toes tingling. "Tim," she pleaded. "Don't tease me."
Tim kissed her as he pulled his fingers away and positioned himself. She looked down, surprised. "Like this?" she asked nervously. He nodded, lifting her hips carefully.
"I...I've never, like this before," she mumbled, color high in her cheeks.
"Shh, it's ok," Tim whispered. He pushed up a little at a time, groaning at the hot, wet heat that gripped him. He reached down again and rubbed slow circles on her, stroking the small nub until she was whimpering and thrusting down herself.
He held her in place for a moment, breathing hard as he fought his urge to take her hard. She gripped his shoulders and kissed him, firm, heated kisses that stole his breath. "Please," she said, relaxed against him, her body shaking with need.
Tim began to thrust, slowly at first, his hands roaming over her body, panting as he let her take control of how fast or how slow she wanted it. He gripped the bed sheets in fistfuls when she began to move herself, slowing down for several long strokes, then speeding up, her breathing coming faster. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his orgasm fast approaching.
"Tim," she moaned, her body shuddering as she moved. He let go of the sheets and gripped her hips, pushing her down harder, burying himself deeply, achingly hard.
She cried out sharply, gripping his shoulders harder. Tim felt his control slip a bit as he moved faster, his fingers rubbing her again, watching her face the whole time. Lyla bit her lip, her eyes widening as her orgasm hit, spreading throughout her, her whole body shuddering.
"Oh...oh god...Tim!" she cried out, clamping down on him, rocking harder against him.
Tim moaned loudly, thrusting once, twice more, before he came hard, his toes tingling. He slumped back against the wall, breathing hard, his hair in his face. Lyla leaned forward, resting her head on his chest, hearing his heart beat wildly.
"I meant it," Tim whispered a few minutes later, breaking the near silence of the room. "I love you Lyla, I love you so much it hurts."
She closed her eyes, tears stinging under her eyelids. "You shouldn't," she said softly, not wanting to let go of him. Tim eased out of her, rolling the condom off and tied it carefully, tossing it in the wastebasket near the bed. He touched her hair, calmed by the feeling of it.
"It kills me to watch you walk away," he said lowly. "To know that you aren't with me. What would it take for you to stay with me?" he asked.
Lyla kissed him. "I know in my heart where I should be," she said, holding him close. "I was afraid. I didn't want to hurt anyone, and he'll be so hurt by this. I can't lie anymore; I don't want to keep lying to him."
Tim stroked her hair slowly, unwilling to rush her, to force her into anything, content for now to just hold her, to have her love, if only for that moment.
*
