couples_therapy | 58.5. Expectations
58.5. (from Week 48) Discuss a time when you fell short of what was expected of you
Co-written with comeswithcuffs | Follows THIS
Taylor had rushed to the door as soon as she heard Jason’s truck pull up in the drive, closely followed by Tim’s (driven by Sam). It had just been a damn relief to seem him alive initially, but as he got out the truck and made his way up the drive in his chair, she could feel herself scowling more and more. She was tugged in half then, one side of her wanting to pull him inside and give him a good dose of TLC for basically looking like crap, but the other more prominent side was pissed off at his disappearing act, of which she spent the whole time near peeing her pants from worry.
She stood just inside the door with her arms folded across her chest and her hip propping the screen door open. The #6 Panthers jersey was bunched up across the front just from how tightly her arms were crossed and she drew a small breath when he came within shouting distance of her, letting it out through her nose with a huff. Sam didn’t look like she was going to stick around for the show, either. Tim had gone downtown somewhere, so she was probably going to find him to give him his truck back. Jason was in this one alone.
Jason held his hand up as he breached the gap between them in his chair. “Please don’t yell. Just give me a minute to explain and apologise. And even then, you can yell and I’d totally deserve it but I just really don’t want to fight and I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry I forgot a note but I had a lot on my mind and I’ll explain, but not straight away. It was just… something I had to do in Austin and I promise I’ll tell you when I can and it'll all make sense, but it can’t be straight away. Is that okay? Do you still want my balls? I’ll give them to you. It won’t even hurt when you slice them off but I’m sure it’ll feel real satisfying because I was a jerk and I’m sorry for worrying you. Next time I’ll leave ten notes and make sure I have my cell charged.”
“I was worried sick, Jason!” Taylor cried, throwing up her hands. “Just uppin’ and leavin’ at five in the mornin’? It’s not on! I’m sure whatever it was had some importance, but it would’ve taken two minutes t'write me a note or wake me up and let me know when ya’ would be back! But ya’ weren’t back, were ya’? Y’were away all night! All night! An’ next thing I know Sam is callin’ me t’tell me she has t’go get ya’ in Austin but not t'worry because ya’ alright? Yeah, that really made me stop worryin’! Ya’ are a jerk and I should fuckin’ kick your ass!” She was close to tears by this point, indicating to Jason just how worried she had been.
Jason wheeled up as close to her as he could without running over her toes. “Hey,” he said softly, feeling like the biggest dickhead on the face of the earth. He took her hands into his and squeezed them softly. “I’m sorry. I was really stupid and I didn’t think you would worry so much about me. I’m kind of not used to having that and it’s amazing. But it’s also no excuse. I’m really sorry, babe.” He tugged her hands a little, hoping she would come closer so he could kiss her and hug her.
Taylor let him tug her forward and she closed the gap between them, accepting the embrace. "Ya' know, I'm not exactly used t'carin' for someone so much I nearly have a heart attack when they disappear," he pointed out, kissing his forehead and squeezing him in a tight hug. "Ya' hungover, aren't ya'? Have ya' beendrinkin' water? Austin ain't just 'round the corner. Ya' should come lie down for a lil while."
Jason gave a small laugh against her shoulder, pressing his lips against her collarbone and enjoying her sweet scent, fresh. "I don't deserve you," he told her. "Sure you don't want to make me sleep on the couch?"
Taylor messed his hair up affectionately. "Don't tempt me, Street. The couch could be the least of your worries. I'm just tryin' t'decide whether I should be shittin' myself about this urgent Austin thing that you can't tell me yet but will soon, just not right now. Are ya' contemplatin' uppin' and leavin' me because if ya' are, I'd kinda not like t'prolong the process if possible," she said anxiously, standing back up to hug her arms around herself again.
"No!" Jason jumped back in immediately, shaking his head even though it was throbbing from the hangover. "No, absolutely damn well not. Taylor... Mac... I'm so fucking achingly in love with you. I don't want to up and leave. The opposite. I promise, it's nothing to worry about. Nothing is wrong and nothing is going to be wrong. You're perfect and I love every single inch of you. I was a bastard and I'm going to make it up to you, I promise. Trust me when I say there is nothing wrong? You're the best thing that's happened to me... in, well, forever. I don't want to risk that. If I'm a jerk again, you can slap some sense into because the last thing I want is to lose you."
Taylor cupped his face in her hands and leaned down to kiss him slowly again. When she pulled back she smiled with a shake of her head. "Ya' too much of a sweet talker for ya' own good, QB. I'm supposed to be pissed at ya' and cut ya' off fromanythin ' remotely naughty for at least a month," she insisted. "Instead ya' give that gorgeous smile with the dimples and say all the thingst'make a girl's head spin and it's impossible to stay mad."
Jason chewed on his lower lip sheepishly. "Does this mean you aren't going to cut me off?" he asked hopefully. "Because I was thinking we could maybe get takeout and a movie to watch in bed... get an early night, so to speak..."
Taylor ran her tongue along her lip and then smirked. "Who says I wanna wait until tonight?" she asked mischievously. "I think ya' got a lot ofmakin' up t'do yet, QB. Ya' might be off the hook but ya' still gonna pay for the disappearin' act."
Jason grinned. "Oh really?" he asked, following her eagerly inside, his eyes already taking in every inch of her gorgeous, petite form. "How am I gonna do that?"
"That's for me t'know and you t'get naked an' find out," Taylor returned and blew him a brief kiss before disappearing down the hall towards his bedroom.
Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] & Tim Riggins [texas33forever] referenced with permission
Word Count | 1,151
Co-written with comeswithcuffs | Follows THIS
Taylor had rushed to the door as soon as she heard Jason’s truck pull up in the drive, closely followed by Tim’s (driven by Sam). It had just been a damn relief to seem him alive initially, but as he got out the truck and made his way up the drive in his chair, she could feel herself scowling more and more. She was tugged in half then, one side of her wanting to pull him inside and give him a good dose of TLC for basically looking like crap, but the other more prominent side was pissed off at his disappearing act, of which she spent the whole time near peeing her pants from worry.
She stood just inside the door with her arms folded across her chest and her hip propping the screen door open. The #6 Panthers jersey was bunched up across the front just from how tightly her arms were crossed and she drew a small breath when he came within shouting distance of her, letting it out through her nose with a huff. Sam didn’t look like she was going to stick around for the show, either. Tim had gone downtown somewhere, so she was probably going to find him to give him his truck back. Jason was in this one alone.
Jason held his hand up as he breached the gap between them in his chair. “Please don’t yell. Just give me a minute to explain and apologise. And even then, you can yell and I’d totally deserve it but I just really don’t want to fight and I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry I forgot a note but I had a lot on my mind and I’ll explain, but not straight away. It was just… something I had to do in Austin and I promise I’ll tell you when I can and it'll all make sense, but it can’t be straight away. Is that okay? Do you still want my balls? I’ll give them to you. It won’t even hurt when you slice them off but I’m sure it’ll feel real satisfying because I was a jerk and I’m sorry for worrying you. Next time I’ll leave ten notes and make sure I have my cell charged.”
“I was worried sick, Jason!” Taylor cried, throwing up her hands. “Just uppin’ and leavin’ at five in the mornin’? It’s not on! I’m sure whatever it was had some importance, but it would’ve taken two minutes t'write me a note or wake me up and let me know when ya’ would be back! But ya’ weren’t back, were ya’? Y’were away all night! All night! An’ next thing I know Sam is callin’ me t’tell me she has t’go get ya’ in Austin but not t'worry because ya’ alright? Yeah, that really made me stop worryin’! Ya’ are a jerk and I should fuckin’ kick your ass!” She was close to tears by this point, indicating to Jason just how worried she had been.
Jason wheeled up as close to her as he could without running over her toes. “Hey,” he said softly, feeling like the biggest dickhead on the face of the earth. He took her hands into his and squeezed them softly. “I’m sorry. I was really stupid and I didn’t think you would worry so much about me. I’m kind of not used to having that and it’s amazing. But it’s also no excuse. I’m really sorry, babe.” He tugged her hands a little, hoping she would come closer so he could kiss her and hug her.
Taylor let him tug her forward and she closed the gap between them, accepting the embrace. "Ya' know, I'm not exactly used t'carin' for someone so much I nearly have a heart attack when they disappear," he pointed out, kissing his forehead and squeezing him in a tight hug. "Ya' hungover, aren't ya'? Have ya' beendrinkin' water? Austin ain't just 'round the corner. Ya' should come lie down for a lil while."
Jason gave a small laugh against her shoulder, pressing his lips against her collarbone and enjoying her sweet scent, fresh. "I don't deserve you," he told her. "Sure you don't want to make me sleep on the couch?"
Taylor messed his hair up affectionately. "Don't tempt me, Street. The couch could be the least of your worries. I'm just tryin' t'decide whether I should be shittin' myself about this urgent Austin thing that you can't tell me yet but will soon, just not right now. Are ya' contemplatin' uppin' and leavin' me because if ya' are, I'd kinda not like t'prolong the process if possible," she said anxiously, standing back up to hug her arms around herself again.
"No!" Jason jumped back in immediately, shaking his head even though it was throbbing from the hangover. "No, absolutely damn well not. Taylor... Mac... I'm so fucking achingly in love with you. I don't want to up and leave. The opposite. I promise, it's nothing to worry about. Nothing is wrong and nothing is going to be wrong. You're perfect and I love every single inch of you. I was a bastard and I'm going to make it up to you, I promise. Trust me when I say there is nothing wrong? You're the best thing that's happened to me... in, well, forever. I don't want to risk that. If I'm a jerk again, you can slap some sense into because the last thing I want is to lose you."
Taylor cupped his face in her hands and leaned down to kiss him slowly again. When she pulled back she smiled with a shake of her head. "Ya' too much of a sweet talker for ya' own good, QB. I'm supposed to be pissed at ya' and cut ya' off fromanythin ' remotely naughty for at least a month," she insisted. "Instead ya' give that gorgeous smile with the dimples and say all the thingst'make a girl's head spin and it's impossible to stay mad."
Jason chewed on his lower lip sheepishly. "Does this mean you aren't going to cut me off?" he asked hopefully. "Because I was thinking we could maybe get takeout and a movie to watch in bed... get an early night, so to speak..."
Taylor ran her tongue along her lip and then smirked. "Who says I wanna wait until tonight?" she asked mischievously. "I think ya' got a lot ofmakin' up t'do yet, QB. Ya' might be off the hook but ya' still gonna pay for the disappearin' act."
Jason grinned. "Oh really?" he asked, following her eagerly inside, his eyes already taking in every inch of her gorgeous, petite form. "How am I gonna do that?"
"That's for me t'know and you t'get naked an' find out," Taylor returned and blew him a brief kiss before disappearing down the hall towards his bedroom.
Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] & Tim Riggins [texas33forever] referenced with permission
Word Count | 1,151