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Entry tags:
Verboten, Restraint - Svilleficrecs, PG-13, R
Fandom: FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS
Pairing: Matt Saracen/Julie Taylor
Length: Verboten 2700, Restraint 7600
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
svilleficrecs
Author Website: tagged by fandom at delicious
Why this must be read: There's a moment in life when you're young and innocent and you want to explore your sexuality but you're not quite ready yet. French kissing is more erotic than achieving orgasm, holding hands as sensual as erotic massage. It's a fleeting phase in life because eventually, most people cross that line of innocence and it's difficult to return to light petting once that happens. In this pair of fics, Svilleficrecs captures that moment and freezes it in all its fragile glory.
They're at her house, watching TV, no blanket. Plenty of daylight between them, at Matt's insistence. "I'm in your father's house," he says.
"You're in my house."
She gets up for another drink, hears the front door shut. Hears the truck start up. Her mom comes into the kitchen and gets some ice cream. "You two want some, sweetie?"
"No thanks," she says. "Where's Dad going?"
"Football stuff." Her mom is building herself a sundae.
"Why do I ask?"
Her mom shrugs and drops the ice cream scoop in the sink, squirts on Hershey's and says, "I'll be watching TV in my room. You two need anything, let me know." She does the whipped cream.
Julie takes it when she's done, gets some whipped cream of her own on a spoon.
Then, as she licks it off, her mother gives her one of those weird, nervous mom smiles.
"What?" Julie drops the spoon in the sink and sticks the can back in the fridge.
Her mother puts the ice cream away and shuts the freezer door, says, quickly, "Nothing. Nothing." Then she does that freaked out smile again and leaves.
Julie rolls her eyes and returns to the living room with a couple of Cokes.
After practice the next morning, Coach says, "My office, Saracen."
"Yes, sir."
"Shut the door," Coach says, sitting behind his desk.
Matt goes to sit.
"You don't need to sit, son."
"No, sir."
Coach adjusts his cap then folds his hands on his desk. "At breakfast this morning, my only daughter saw fit to inform me that she is still a virgin."
Matt drops his helmet and temporarily loses the ability to speak.
"You look surprised."
He manages to catch the suddenly slippery helmet and stands, takes half a step back. "No sir."
Coach narrows his eyes at Matt. "You mean you're not surprised."
"No sir. No sir, I mean I hadn't thought about it."
Coach's eyebrows go up.
"What I mean to say is…"
Coach folds his arms over his chest, gives him that 'Think carefully about your words, Son' look.
As if Matt needs reminding. "Your daughter's a really special girl, sir," he starts.
"I was a young man once. You know that?"
"Yes sir."
"My daughter also saw fit to tell me that she was pretty sure you were a virgin too."
Matt takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I don't know why she would do that, sir."
"I don't either, Matt. And I wish I didn't have to hear about these things at breakfast."
"I—I agree sir."
Coach shakes his head. "Said I didn't have to worry, you're not like that."
"You don't have to worry about me, Coach." He tries to meet the Coach's gaze, but it is scary as hell.
"I was a young man once. I know what you think when you look at my daughter."
"Sir." Matt looks at the floor.
"Look at me. I know just what you think about when you look at Julie and I do not like it."
Matt swallows hard.
"Do not give my daughter a reason to disturb my breakfast with this sort of talk again, are we clear?"
"Sir, Julie's—Julie likes to talk, and I can't control what she—"
"I'm not talking about her behavior, I'm talking about yours. Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"I was a young man once," he says. "Get out of here. Tell Fredricks to get in here."
Verboten
Restraint
Pairing: Matt Saracen/Julie Taylor
Length: Verboten 2700, Restraint 7600
Author on LJ:
svilleficrecsAuthor Website: tagged by fandom at delicious
Why this must be read: There's a moment in life when you're young and innocent and you want to explore your sexuality but you're not quite ready yet. French kissing is more erotic than achieving orgasm, holding hands as sensual as erotic massage. It's a fleeting phase in life because eventually, most people cross that line of innocence and it's difficult to return to light petting once that happens. In this pair of fics, Svilleficrecs captures that moment and freezes it in all its fragile glory.
They're at her house, watching TV, no blanket. Plenty of daylight between them, at Matt's insistence. "I'm in your father's house," he says.
"You're in my house."
She gets up for another drink, hears the front door shut. Hears the truck start up. Her mom comes into the kitchen and gets some ice cream. "You two want some, sweetie?"
"No thanks," she says. "Where's Dad going?"
"Football stuff." Her mom is building herself a sundae.
"Why do I ask?"
Her mom shrugs and drops the ice cream scoop in the sink, squirts on Hershey's and says, "I'll be watching TV in my room. You two need anything, let me know." She does the whipped cream.
Julie takes it when she's done, gets some whipped cream of her own on a spoon.
Then, as she licks it off, her mother gives her one of those weird, nervous mom smiles.
"What?" Julie drops the spoon in the sink and sticks the can back in the fridge.
Her mother puts the ice cream away and shuts the freezer door, says, quickly, "Nothing. Nothing." Then she does that freaked out smile again and leaves.
Julie rolls her eyes and returns to the living room with a couple of Cokes.
After practice the next morning, Coach says, "My office, Saracen."
"Yes, sir."
"Shut the door," Coach says, sitting behind his desk.
Matt goes to sit.
"You don't need to sit, son."
"No, sir."
Coach adjusts his cap then folds his hands on his desk. "At breakfast this morning, my only daughter saw fit to inform me that she is still a virgin."
Matt drops his helmet and temporarily loses the ability to speak.
"You look surprised."
He manages to catch the suddenly slippery helmet and stands, takes half a step back. "No sir."
Coach narrows his eyes at Matt. "You mean you're not surprised."
"No sir. No sir, I mean I hadn't thought about it."
Coach's eyebrows go up.
"What I mean to say is…"
Coach folds his arms over his chest, gives him that 'Think carefully about your words, Son' look.
As if Matt needs reminding. "Your daughter's a really special girl, sir," he starts.
"I was a young man once. You know that?"
"Yes sir."
"My daughter also saw fit to tell me that she was pretty sure you were a virgin too."
Matt takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I don't know why she would do that, sir."
"I don't either, Matt. And I wish I didn't have to hear about these things at breakfast."
"I—I agree sir."
Coach shakes his head. "Said I didn't have to worry, you're not like that."
"You don't have to worry about me, Coach." He tries to meet the Coach's gaze, but it is scary as hell.
"I was a young man once. I know what you think when you look at my daughter."
"Sir." Matt looks at the floor.
"Look at me. I know just what you think about when you look at Julie and I do not like it."
Matt swallows hard.
"Do not give my daughter a reason to disturb my breakfast with this sort of talk again, are we clear?"
"Sir, Julie's—Julie likes to talk, and I can't control what she—"
"I'm not talking about her behavior, I'm talking about yours. Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"I was a young man once," he says. "Get out of here. Tell Fredricks to get in here."
Verboten
Restraint
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