AN: I thought of this fic in five minutes but it took a little longer to write. Set in season 2. Julie's not with Matt or Swede.

Unexpected surprises

Tim Riggins is not the kind of person Julie Taylor usually hangs out with. He doesn't run in her social circles and she tends to avoid playboy football players with drinking problems. She knows him in passing since her father is the coach and her ex-boyfriend is on the team, but she can't actually remember any conversation they might have had. They barely say hi in the hallways.

So, when Julie finds herself being pinned to the wall by the very same Tim Riggins she is more than shocked.

It's Friday and everybody is celebrating another Panther victory with a huge party in one of the player's house. Julie can't stand to watch Tyra and Landry making out anymore so she goes to the second floor to find some peace in an empty room i.e. the one that's not ''occupied''. She enters what looks like an in-house library and it's heaven to her. She's looking through books when she hears the door open. It's Tim Riggins. He leans his head on the door with his eyes closed. He didn't notice her. For a moment she wonders if she should hide and not reveal that she is in the room. But then she tells herself that she's not a scared little girl and she shouldn't act like one.

''Hey.'', she greets and it sounds loud in the quiet room even though you can hear the music from downstairs.

He stays leaning against the door but slowly opens his eyes. Suddenly she feels really nervous and self conscious and she almost believes that he's a hero with a superpower because she feels like he froze her to the spot. She can't move and he's looking at her and she feels like she's going to catch on fire under his intense gaze.

Suddenly he moves and his step is sure and confident, his eyes still trained on hers. He comes close and she automatically steps back until she's against the wall. She feels strangely out of her element and she doesn't know why. His attention is completely on her and she wants to look away but there's a part of her that doesn't want to back down.

He raises his hand and uses it to push back her hair and gently cup her face. He leans down close to her face and stops, not in hesitation but more as if he's giving her a chance to stop him.

When he kisses her she's still frozen with surprise and unprepared for the dizziness of emotion that she feels. The kiss itself is another surprise. It's demanding but gentle and it's the most passionate thing that she ever experienced. She can't help but respond and hold on to him for support. He slides his hand slowly from her hip around the waist, touching the skin that's shown between her jeans and the hem off her shirt and she shivers from the tingling that the skin on skin contact causes. She wraps her hands around his neck and opens her mouth letting his tongue caress hers. He tastes like a combination of beer and candy and she catches herself thinking that she likes it. When he gently bites her lip she moans and he responds by pressing himself completely against her and trapping her even more between his body and the wall. Apparently, it feels good for him too because he groans into her mouth and the sound seems to wake him to his senses. He stops the kiss and moves his head away. She's breathing hard from excitement and he brings his hand back to her face and brushes her flushed cheek with his thumb.

She wants to close her eyes and lean into his hand but the next second it's gone and his body moves away. She's surprised to find herself missing his warmth even though they were close for less than five minutes.

He's studying her with his eyes again and this time she lowers her gaze, hoping to get a grip on herself and her jumbled thoughts.

When he moves another step back she looks up again.

He gives her a lazy smile, turns and leaves.

She has to stand leaning against the wall for more than twenty minutes after he's gone, before she feels stable enough to leave the room.

And when she's home in bed there's a moment where the surreal ness of it all hits her and she wonders if maybe it was a dream. While she's drifting off to sleep she hopes that it wasn't.

AN: I'm ashamed to admit I never really thought about how good Tim and Julie could be together until I went to check out the fanfiction here. They're just so perfect for each other. It's like the Bad boy/good girl combination was invented for them…

I just want to thank all you Tim/Julie shippers and writers for inspiring me.

I'm starting to rant, I'm soooo tired but I had to post this.

Tell me what you thing. Should I continue? Review and cheer me up.