Friday Night Lights
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veiledndarknessTitle: Haunt Me
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veiledndarkness
Rating: R
Pairing: Tim/Julie
Summary: When certain thoughts arise, Julie’s somewhat caught off guard.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended, and no profit made.
Forblklightpixie26, just cause.
xx
It started innocently enough, a harmless dream, and didn’t her mother always say that dreams were harmless?
Julie turned her pillow over, sighing into the soft cotton. Innocent dreams led to feelings, feelings that she didn’t want to consider just then, no, none concerning him, no thoughts at three in the morning.
Her clock sat mockingly on her nightstand, the red numbers ticking over slowly. 3:14 am. She closed her eyes and pushed her wayward thoughts to the side, thoughts of those dreams that followed her throughout the day, the ones that made her press her thighs together, a now familiar ache that distracted her so thoroughly.
Julie bit the inside of her cheek, the dull heat pooling in her belly, a stickiness that left her damp and needy. She ran one hand over her stomach, breathing faster. She yanked her hand away and sat up. Damn him for invading her dreams. It was bad enough that he was sleeping on the couch or in the kitchen whenever she wanted something, or riding her…giving her rides to school, she corrected mentally, a blush warming her cheeks.
Before she could stop herself, Julie slid off her bed, her sock clad feet padding nearly silently down the hallway. She stopped in front of the couch, her gaze landing on him. He was sprawled out on the couch, breathing slowly and deeply, his hair nearly covering his face, the sleeping bag wrapped around his waist, glimpses of his chest making her breathe out sharply.
Julie watched him sleep for several long minutes, her eyes greedily taking in the details that she’d never allow herself to focus on during the day. The way his hair fell across his face, his fingers curled around the pillow…Julie stepped closer to Tim, her small fingers brushing the fringe of hair back from his cheek. He sighed in his sleep, her name on his lips, the quietest exhale. Julie’s mouth fell open. He…No…He didn’t…
Tim rolled onto his side, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek in the darkness. Julie fled the room, her hip knocking a magazine off the corner table as she did so. She landed on her bed, her face flushed, her nipples straining against the thin material of her t-shirt. She closed her eyes, breathing fast as she tried to push the insistent image that she’d had from her mind, a flash of her sliding under the sleeping bag, pressing her breasts to that strong chest…
She bit back a moan and pulled the covers over her head. “God…get a grip…”
xx
Julie only managed another day before she found herself creeping out of bed under the pretense of going to the bathroom should anyone ask. She stood near the couch, her breath catching when she saw the sleeping bag pushed down, crumpled fabric by the end of the couch, Tim’s long body stretched out on the cushions. Julie leaned in, her eyes taking in each exposed inch of him, his shorts riding far too low on his hips, the moonlight that poured in through the windows illuminating his skin.
She covered her mouth, the ache spreading from her abdomen, a wetness settling once more. She couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the reactions no matter how hard she tried, and damn it, she was stronger than this! Stronger and…and…more determined, she decided. She wasn’t one of those girls at school that fawned over someone like him, not her.
Tim shifted on the couch, one arm over his head, quiet snores filling the air. Julie pressed her thighs together, the cotton damp. She bit her bottom lip, her hand straying. No…Not like this…
Tim opened his eyes abruptly, blinking sleepily in the darkness. “Julie?” he asked in a sleep-rough whisper. “You ok?”
Julie nodded silently, frozen to the spot. “I…Uh, I was thirsty,” she managed to say.
Tim rubbed one hand over his face, a small yawn leaving him. “So…So I’m just going to get my drink,” she said, her face flushed a light pink. “I…Right,” she hurried to the kitchen, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.
She poured a glass, her fingers shaking. He caught me looking, oh god let the floor open up and swallow me… Julie took a sip of the water as she walked out of the kitchen, a squeak leaving her when she bumped into something hard, a scent she recognized after only a handful of days. She looked up, her mouth moving soundlessly as she stared into Tim’s amused eyes.
“Sorry,” Tim murmured, one large palm resting on her shoulder as he turned her to the side, brushing past her. Julie leaned against the wall, a small moan bubbling up in her throat. Another flash, another image of being pressed against the wall, those hands, those lips of his, trailing down her neck, easing her shirt off…Julie shivered, watching him go past.
Julie hurried from the room, the water sloshing over the rim of her cup unnoticed, the droplets beading down her hand.
xx
There had to be something wrong with her, she reasoned. It just wasn’t natural to be so…obsessed, or so haunted by her thoughts. She wasn’t drooling over him or acting like any of the other girls that Tim surrounded himself with most of the time.
But…
But she’d be in the middle of her homework, listening to Tim and her Aunt Shelly banter and the image would come, Tim holding her down on the bed, his hands shoving her skirt up, panties abandoned by the pillow, his mouth trailing dangerously close to her…
Julie blinked, acutely aware that she had groaned aloud. Tim and Aunt Shelly were staring at her, looks of concern etched on their faces. “I…I think I forgot my notebook,” she blurted out, groaning again, inwardly this time at the lameness of her excuse.
It can’t get worse, she decided, praying that her too vivid imagination would give her rest. She could pretend in her classes that she wasn’t letting her mind wander. She could act like nothing was at all wrong when she saw him come out of the bathroom, a small towel just barely tied around his waist, his skin slick with water, pretend that she didn’t go to her room immediately and take care of herself before she would explode.
But…
But the dreams were more detailed by the night, the things she thought of, the things she longed to do. Julie moaned softly one night, the wetness too much for her to take. She let her hand slip under her panties, imaging his fingers stroking her, her back arching, mouth open as she came, shaking hard, his name a lustful, if quiet moan escaping her.
She lay back on her bed, her jeans bunched around her knees, gasping for breath. “Shit…”
xx
If Tim had any clue of her thoughts, he showed no outward signs. Julie wrestled nightly with her dreams, the nature of them becoming more visual, more descriptive, and pornographic even, if she admitted it to herself. Julie closed her eyes, swallowing dryly. She hated the loss of control over her own traitorous body, the way he made her feel, despite his not having a clue of what he did to her.
Julie tried to spend more time away from the house but despite her efforts, she’d ended up covered by Tim’s body, cowering under the roar of wind, the tornado too close to them. She could feel his arms gripping her, his hair hanging in her face, his mouth so close to her neck as he hunched over her protectively. She’d felt his arms around her for hours afterwards, her neck tingling from the feel of his lips grazing over the skin.
The more she tried to put him from her mind, the worse the dreams got. Julie bit her lip, stifling a cry as she lay on her bed, her hand between her legs. She shuddered, her breasts aching pleasantly, the urge not satisfied, merely on hold. Julie closed her eyes, willing thoughts of Tim away.
When Aunt Shelly found Tim exercising on the patio, the urge to say no was very strong. Julie felt her resistance crumble within seconds. She couldn’t look away, not when she could picture herself straddling his chest, lowering her body to his mouth, feeling that tongue on her.
Julie blinked slowly, her face calm but for two pink spots on her cheeks, her legs pressed tightly together. This…thing she had, god, she needed it to stop, needed it to keep going.
xx
“You keep starin’ at me, I’m gonna start to think things, Jules,” Tim drawled as he grabbed his backpack off the floor and placed it on the dining room table.
Julie was certain that she turned roughly five different colors of pink and red when he said that, her face so warm to the touch. “I…I was thinking,” she protested, adding quickly, “Nothing to do with you,” when she saw a sly grin curving his lips.
“Uh huh,” Tim said, snagging an apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the table.
“I wasn’t,” she said, closing her textbook. “I have other things to think about besides you.”
Tim winked at her as he took a bite out of the apple, a hint of white teeth flashing, the scent of apple filling the air. “If you say so, Little Taylor,” he murmured with a look in his eyes that said he knew exactly what Julie thought about, what she had to do in order to sleep at night. “But I bet I know otherwise.”
Julie looked at him, really looked at him and said softly, “If you think you know, prove it.” With that, she walked to her room, her heart pounding madly, his amused chuckle following her down the hallway.
“I intend to…”
xx
Title from Moonlight Desires by Gowan
Haunt Me - 2
Author:
veiledndarknessRating: R
Pairing: Tim/Julie
Summary: When certain thoughts arise, Julie’s somewhat caught off guard.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended, and no profit made.
For
blklightpixie26, just cause.xx
It started innocently enough, a harmless dream, and didn’t her mother always say that dreams were harmless?
Julie turned her pillow over, sighing into the soft cotton. Innocent dreams led to feelings, feelings that she didn’t want to consider just then, no, none concerning him, no thoughts at three in the morning.
Her clock sat mockingly on her nightstand, the red numbers ticking over slowly. 3:14 am. She closed her eyes and pushed her wayward thoughts to the side, thoughts of those dreams that followed her throughout the day, the ones that made her press her thighs together, a now familiar ache that distracted her so thoroughly.
Julie bit the inside of her cheek, the dull heat pooling in her belly, a stickiness that left her damp and needy. She ran one hand over her stomach, breathing faster. She yanked her hand away and sat up. Damn him for invading her dreams. It was bad enough that he was sleeping on the couch or in the kitchen whenever she wanted something, or riding her…giving her rides to school, she corrected mentally, a blush warming her cheeks.
Before she could stop herself, Julie slid off her bed, her sock clad feet padding nearly silently down the hallway. She stopped in front of the couch, her gaze landing on him. He was sprawled out on the couch, breathing slowly and deeply, his hair nearly covering his face, the sleeping bag wrapped around his waist, glimpses of his chest making her breathe out sharply.
Julie watched him sleep for several long minutes, her eyes greedily taking in the details that she’d never allow herself to focus on during the day. The way his hair fell across his face, his fingers curled around the pillow…Julie stepped closer to Tim, her small fingers brushing the fringe of hair back from his cheek. He sighed in his sleep, her name on his lips, the quietest exhale. Julie’s mouth fell open. He…No…He didn’t…
Tim rolled onto his side, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek in the darkness. Julie fled the room, her hip knocking a magazine off the corner table as she did so. She landed on her bed, her face flushed, her nipples straining against the thin material of her t-shirt. She closed her eyes, breathing fast as she tried to push the insistent image that she’d had from her mind, a flash of her sliding under the sleeping bag, pressing her breasts to that strong chest…
She bit back a moan and pulled the covers over her head. “God…get a grip…”
xx
Julie only managed another day before she found herself creeping out of bed under the pretense of going to the bathroom should anyone ask. She stood near the couch, her breath catching when she saw the sleeping bag pushed down, crumpled fabric by the end of the couch, Tim’s long body stretched out on the cushions. Julie leaned in, her eyes taking in each exposed inch of him, his shorts riding far too low on his hips, the moonlight that poured in through the windows illuminating his skin.
She covered her mouth, the ache spreading from her abdomen, a wetness settling once more. She couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the reactions no matter how hard she tried, and damn it, she was stronger than this! Stronger and…and…more determined, she decided. She wasn’t one of those girls at school that fawned over someone like him, not her.
Tim shifted on the couch, one arm over his head, quiet snores filling the air. Julie pressed her thighs together, the cotton damp. She bit her bottom lip, her hand straying. No…Not like this…
Tim opened his eyes abruptly, blinking sleepily in the darkness. “Julie?” he asked in a sleep-rough whisper. “You ok?”
Julie nodded silently, frozen to the spot. “I…Uh, I was thirsty,” she managed to say.
Tim rubbed one hand over his face, a small yawn leaving him. “So…So I’m just going to get my drink,” she said, her face flushed a light pink. “I…Right,” she hurried to the kitchen, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.
She poured a glass, her fingers shaking. He caught me looking, oh god let the floor open up and swallow me… Julie took a sip of the water as she walked out of the kitchen, a squeak leaving her when she bumped into something hard, a scent she recognized after only a handful of days. She looked up, her mouth moving soundlessly as she stared into Tim’s amused eyes.
“Sorry,” Tim murmured, one large palm resting on her shoulder as he turned her to the side, brushing past her. Julie leaned against the wall, a small moan bubbling up in her throat. Another flash, another image of being pressed against the wall, those hands, those lips of his, trailing down her neck, easing her shirt off…Julie shivered, watching him go past.
Julie hurried from the room, the water sloshing over the rim of her cup unnoticed, the droplets beading down her hand.
xx
There had to be something wrong with her, she reasoned. It just wasn’t natural to be so…obsessed, or so haunted by her thoughts. She wasn’t drooling over him or acting like any of the other girls that Tim surrounded himself with most of the time.
But…
But she’d be in the middle of her homework, listening to Tim and her Aunt Shelly banter and the image would come, Tim holding her down on the bed, his hands shoving her skirt up, panties abandoned by the pillow, his mouth trailing dangerously close to her…
Julie blinked, acutely aware that she had groaned aloud. Tim and Aunt Shelly were staring at her, looks of concern etched on their faces. “I…I think I forgot my notebook,” she blurted out, groaning again, inwardly this time at the lameness of her excuse.
It can’t get worse, she decided, praying that her too vivid imagination would give her rest. She could pretend in her classes that she wasn’t letting her mind wander. She could act like nothing was at all wrong when she saw him come out of the bathroom, a small towel just barely tied around his waist, his skin slick with water, pretend that she didn’t go to her room immediately and take care of herself before she would explode.
But…
But the dreams were more detailed by the night, the things she thought of, the things she longed to do. Julie moaned softly one night, the wetness too much for her to take. She let her hand slip under her panties, imaging his fingers stroking her, her back arching, mouth open as she came, shaking hard, his name a lustful, if quiet moan escaping her.
She lay back on her bed, her jeans bunched around her knees, gasping for breath. “Shit…”
xx
If Tim had any clue of her thoughts, he showed no outward signs. Julie wrestled nightly with her dreams, the nature of them becoming more visual, more descriptive, and pornographic even, if she admitted it to herself. Julie closed her eyes, swallowing dryly. She hated the loss of control over her own traitorous body, the way he made her feel, despite his not having a clue of what he did to her.
Julie tried to spend more time away from the house but despite her efforts, she’d ended up covered by Tim’s body, cowering under the roar of wind, the tornado too close to them. She could feel his arms gripping her, his hair hanging in her face, his mouth so close to her neck as he hunched over her protectively. She’d felt his arms around her for hours afterwards, her neck tingling from the feel of his lips grazing over the skin.
The more she tried to put him from her mind, the worse the dreams got. Julie bit her lip, stifling a cry as she lay on her bed, her hand between her legs. She shuddered, her breasts aching pleasantly, the urge not satisfied, merely on hold. Julie closed her eyes, willing thoughts of Tim away.
When Aunt Shelly found Tim exercising on the patio, the urge to say no was very strong. Julie felt her resistance crumble within seconds. She couldn’t look away, not when she could picture herself straddling his chest, lowering her body to his mouth, feeling that tongue on her.
Julie blinked slowly, her face calm but for two pink spots on her cheeks, her legs pressed tightly together. This…thing she had, god, she needed it to stop, needed it to keep going.
xx
“You keep starin’ at me, I’m gonna start to think things, Jules,” Tim drawled as he grabbed his backpack off the floor and placed it on the dining room table.
Julie was certain that she turned roughly five different colors of pink and red when he said that, her face so warm to the touch. “I…I was thinking,” she protested, adding quickly, “Nothing to do with you,” when she saw a sly grin curving his lips.
“Uh huh,” Tim said, snagging an apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the table.
“I wasn’t,” she said, closing her textbook. “I have other things to think about besides you.”
Tim winked at her as he took a bite out of the apple, a hint of white teeth flashing, the scent of apple filling the air. “If you say so, Little Taylor,” he murmured with a look in his eyes that said he knew exactly what Julie thought about, what she had to do in order to sleep at night. “But I bet I know otherwise.”
Julie looked at him, really looked at him and said softly, “If you think you know, prove it.” With that, she walked to her room, her heart pounding madly, his amused chuckle following her down the hallway.
“I intend to…”
xx
Title from Moonlight Desires by Gowan
Haunt Me - 2
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