Snippet #2488154

Tim showered after training. He dressed in jeans and a t-shirt before grabbing his school texts and heading out the couch in the batcave. He set up his stuff and then headed to the kitchen to grab water and some snacks for he and Arey. It had been 24 hours since she agreed to be his girlfriend and Tim was still basking in the happiness of that.

Settling on couch he started to read as he waited for her. Tomorrow he'd play his first game and she'd come to watch. In her sweater. He couldn't wait to see her in it. The way it would fit her curves, the way the colour would set off her eyes...Tim sighed and looked over his work. He was sure that none of the information was going to stay in his brain as all that space was currently occupied with thoughts of Arey.

Arey came out of her room not long after Tim, bringing her bio-chem textbook with her. She had showered quickly after their practise session this morning, and her hair was still damp, curling into loose ringlets around her face since she decided to wear it down. She sat in the seat next to Tim, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as he was reading his book. "How's the studying coming along?" She asked.

Tim moaned a little as she gave him a quick kiss and sat down. Her hair was wet and curly. It made him want to pull her down into his lap and kiss her.

"Studying? Yeah...things aren't quite sinking in at the moment. I gotta make sure I keep on top of everything just, hard to concentrate with everything going on and you are well, you are distracting." He chuckled lightly. "What are you tackling?"

"Biochemistry." Arey said sourly, as it was not remotely her favorite subject. "If you think I'm too distracting, I could always leave..." Arey teased lightly, pulling away as if she might.

"Don't you dare." Tim pulled her close and kissed her quickly. "Come on I need a reward for all my hard work and I know just what I want." He kissed her again. "Biochem...tough break babe. Want help? Not my best by any means but I am willing to help if you need it."

"S'ok, I managed an A on my exam last week, and a friend from class has been e-mailing me her notes, so I'm not too far behind." Arey said with a quick kiss in thanks. "Might not matter soon anyway. Let's just focus on your stuff."

"What do you mean it might not matter?" Tim shifted to sit up. "Arey, of course it matters."

Arey was quiet for a moment, but decided she needed to tell him. He'd been upset when she hadn't told him about the nightmares, waiting to tell him about this would just hurt him too. She needed to try to open up and share her problems more, as contrary to her nature as that was. "Tim...I'm at Ambrose on an athletic scholarship. With everything that's been going on, training, the fae, all of it, I haven't been making it to practises, can't guarantee any kind of commitment to them anymore. Coach gave me until Monday to get my priorities straight, but we both know nothing's changed."

Tim listened intently. "Oh. Hmm..." He slid closer to her and pulled her into his arms. "I see. No soccer, no Ambrose." He hugged her.

"I just don't have the money for school otherwise. Right now I'm just trying to get ahold of a work visa so I can stay in the country, because no school means my student visa's revoked too." Arey confided, hugging him back.

"Okay. There are easy solutions to this. We keep you in school and you get to keep the student visa. We could both get jobs...but not sure there is time in the day for that too....Viv helped Deirdre. Maybe she can help you? She can't just let you go back. She has something worked out for D. She said we were students she took an interest in, she has to help us..you.."

Tim pulled her up into his lap. "I will do whatever it takes to help you on this Arey. You are part of the team and well...." He turned her face to his. "I don't want you to go. You don't have to tackle this alone." He kissed her softly. "We will go talk to Viv and see what she can do. Okay?"

"I don't want to go either." Arey replied after they broke apart from the kiss. Part of her would always balk at the idea of taking money or favors from people. She'd lived too long with people who held things like that over you like silken binds. Tim was right though, Vivienne wouldn't let her get deported. Maybe she'd be able to work out a scholarship based on academics instead of athletics. She had good grades, that was a possibility she reasoned with herself.

"Okay." Arey agreed, kissing him again as she perched on his lap. "Right now though I think you need a reward for being such a supportive boyfriend." She said with half mast eyes.

Tim growled low in his throat, "Arey..." He held her tightly for a moment. "Just...before you go thanking me..." He kissed her back. "What about the team? I know what it is like to give up something you love...do you want to talk about that?" Dummy...just enjoy this... He couldn't in good conscious just let things go. His hands moved to her thighs. "I want you to talk to me if you know...you want..." Tim kissed her again.

"I'm not really okay with it." Arey said between kissing him, while she ran her hands through the hair on the back of his head. "But it's not fair of me to try to stay either. They won't be able to rely on me if I do, and they deserve better." She said before giving him another longer deeper kiss. Physical comfort right now seemed like the best therapy she had, and with Tim everything felt simple and easy. She needed to feel that right now. "I can't commit full time to two teams. I had to choose."

Tim shifted under her. "I understand that." He let her hands roam through his hair. He shivered under her touch. "Tough choice though...I know that is hard..god Arey...I know how hard it is to leave a team....mmm..." His hands had a mind of their own and he ran them up her thighs to her ass.

"You make it hard to think..." Tim's teeth nipped her lower lip.

"It sucks." Arey agreed, shivering a little as Tim's hands trailed up to her ass and she gave a breathy sigh. "Thinking's over rated." She said as she began kissing a trail from his jaw to his collarbone.

"Fuck...Arey...I..." Tim's hands tightened on her backside, pulling her in harder. "Babe we can't..I mean I want to..." His head went back as she kissed his collarbone. With a growl in his throat he put his hands in her wet curls and pulled her mouth up to his. The kiss was hard and passionate.

Arey moaned into the kiss, her hands coming down to the hem of his shirt and exploring the flat planes of his stomach and up higher. She shifted her legs until she was straddling his lap, giving him better access to her ass as her hands continued to explore.

She straddled him and Tim stopped thinking. His hands squeezed her ass and then moved up to her back. One slipped forward and he briefly paused before placing his hand on her breast. Tim moaned against her lips. "Arey."

Tim's hand on her chest felt electric, made Arey give an answering moan into the kiss as she arched her back. It felt good being touched there, she wondered if it would feel good for him too as she mimicked the action, running her hands over his chest and gently flicking his nipples.

He groaned and ran his hand down her back while his other gently squeezed her breast. His hips moved under her. "Arey...I don't want to push you too far..." His lips brushed hers as he spoke before kissing her once more.

Arey's hands moved up to Tim's shoulders before gently pushing him back and pinning him to the couch. "I think technically I'm the one doing the pushing." She quipped as she claimed his lips again, feeling drunk on the feel of them.

Tim laid back, letting Arey take control. "Yes, yes you are doing the pushing but I don't know how much I can control myself Arey...I really, really...really want you.." He wanted to pick her up, flip over and lay her down on the couch pinning her under him but he was worried he would be rushing her, pushing too far and too fast. He raised his hands putting them in Arey's hair once more. He loved the feeling of the blonde locks in his fingers. "You have to tell me how far is okay..."

Arey was new to all of this, and she didn't know how to answer that question. She could gather that all the way meant sex, but she wasn't privy to what that entailed entirely. Right now though, everything about the life she had begun to build for herself was crumbling at it's foundations. Most the time she felt like she was floating, trying to grasp hold of something so that she could feel like she was in control of her own life again. Right now, she only ever felt that way with Tim. When they did this, she felt like herself again, better than herself. She felt confident and wanted and like she was once again in the driver's seat of her life. A part of her was a little nervous about the unknown, but right now she didn't want to stop either.

"I don't want to stop...but I'm not sure what to do next either." Arey admitted, panting a little against his neck as they pulled apart from their last kiss.

Tim took a deep breath and refocused. "Okay Arey....I think we just do this...just kiss, some touching...on clothes. Nothing else till we can talk with clearer heads." He kissed her once more. His hands both went up her back again and pulled her in. "You are beautiful and I wish I could touch you forever."

Tim let his hands roam freely. Her back, her breasts, her thighs and ass. He wanted to touch every inch of her but kept his hands mostly above the belt. He was worried that he might do something and she might ask for more and then regret it after. Tim couldn't handle the idea that she might feel bad about anything they might do. He wanted her to be sure, no matter what that took.

He kissed her, breathing in rough gasps as his lips moved against hers. His tongue found hers and played there. Tim lifted Arey's chin and he placed hot kisses along her neck.

"Okay." Arey agreed breathlessly, his hands returning to more innocent places as they kissed, and their tongues fought playfully for dominance. Her hands were gently exploring his sides, feeling the toned muscle there caressing reverently at the slight curve of his hip. When he started kissing her neck, she moaned, the noise sounding dirty and needy to her own ears. She yanked her hands up, grabbing for his as she pulled his hands down from her lower back to her ass, missing the feel there and the contact.

Tim tensed for a moment as she grabbed his hands. Fuck I screwed up... The thought died as Arey put his hands on her ass. He moaned loudly and gripped her ass, hard. He pulled her against him. "Arey...Arey..." Her name was a low, harsh whisper on his lips. He couldn't get enough of her.