Your Hand in Mine

Disclaimer: I do not own Friday Night Lights. Damn, I’d sure love to own me some Tim Riggins, that’s for sure.

Author’s Note: This is a Tim/Julie fic. They are my OTP. I guess there aren’t really any spoilers, timelines annoy me. Let’s say this is season 2, after State but without the whole Coach Taylor moving away to UT plot line.

"It's not possible."

Julie visibly jerked at the sound of his voice. Her eyes, which had been staring at the glass of water in front of her for the past 10 minutes, rose to look at him.

Tim Riggins.

He gracefully dropped into the empty seat across from her and leaned forward, his arms crossed haphazardly, elbows leaning on the white table cloth. He was smirking at her.

Julie could feel her cheeks blushing and she was annoyed with herself. "What's not possible?" she asked haughtily.

"As hard as you try," he drawled, "You won't be able to drown yourself in that there glass of water."

Julie felt her lips twitch as she glanced around the banquet room. They were at the annual back to school dinner. It was "supposed" to be a nice way to start off the academic year. In reality, it was just another food-filled gathering where the never-changing drones of Dillon could talk themselves stupid over football. "Is it that obvious?" she asked in amusement.

Tim shrugged, causing his hair to fall into his face. "I'm just observant."

"Funny," Julie said airily. "That wouldn't be the word I would use to describe you."

Tim grinned and leaned back in his seat, sprawling his arm across the back of the empty chair to his right. "Then what word would you use to describe me? Charming? Sexy?"

Julie staunchly ignored the excited twist in her stomach as he openly checked her out. "I was thinking pig-headed..."

"Ouch," Tim smirked. He boldly dropped his eyes to her chest, eyeing the low cut of her dress appreciatively. Julie squirmed; his smirk grew brazen. "What has you all dolled up tonight?"

Julie shrugged. "Mom always makes me dress nicely for these things."

"So, Mrs. Coach helps you get dressed, huh? Well then, who helps you get undressed?"

"N-no one," Julie nervously tucked her long hair behind her ear. Tim chuckled and she raised her eyes to glare at him. "Why are you sitting here anyway? You get your kicks from bugging me?"

"Is that what I'm doing, Julie?" Her name rolled off his tongue seductively and Julie tried to appear unfazed. "Buggin' you?"

He leaned across the table and grabbed her hand, turning it palm-up before slowly trailing his fingers along her flesh. She shivered before abruptly pulling her hand away. She gave him one last glare before shooting from her seat and scurrying across the room to where her mother was talking to Mrs. Garrity. Tim grinned as he watched her leave. He wasn't sure what he liked better: the view from the front or the view from the back.