I've got a crush on Tig at the moment so I'm doing this story so i can play around with a few ideas i have for a screwed up Tig relationship :p. It is set mind season two but wont really follow the storyline faithfully.
Obvs I don't own S.O.A or the characters of S.O.A that all belongs to the genius Kurt Sutter.
"You lost your cut?" Yelled Clay as his Sergeant-at-Arms rested his head on the large redwood table.
"I'm sorry; I just don't remember much of last night. I'm sure it will turn up eventually Clay," Tig groaned. It had been a long time since he was this hung over and every sound seemed ten times louder than it should off and caused his head to pound.
"Well brothers, the rest of us have runs to do so I suggest you get your T-M gear on and get to work because you do nothing for this club until you have it." Clay banged the gravel down unnecessarily and harder than normal and stood leaving Tig in the chapel alone and angry.
As Clay walked out into the parking area he saw Chibs talking to a woman he had never seen before. She had pale white skin and long brown hair tied up in a ponytail. As he came to stand in front of her he could see her eyes were an ice blue colour and a swollen and cut lower lip. She wore a turtle neck and short shorts, an add combination, he thought, for California heat.
"Who's the vampire?" he asked Chibs.
"This wee thing is looking for Tig, won't say why but claims they're friends," Chibs said his eyes never leaving her body.
"Oh there he is," she said leaving the two men and walking over to the Teller-Morrow garage where Tig had just appeared.
"Tig you look like shit," she half laughed
"I feel like I should know you but I don't have a clue why," he said looking her over.
"Oi! I'm adding no pussy to the list until you get your cut back Tigger," yelled Clay with an evil grin on his face before he got on his bike and left the lot, the other Sons following after him.
"Listen girlie I'm not in a good mood so why don't you just go play Barbie or something and leave me alone."
"Lost your cut huh," she said with mock sympathy. "If only the girl you were with last night was here to give if back to you."
Tig stared at the random girl and then motioned for her to follow him taking her through to the clubroom. He went behind the bar and she took a seat on the other side. After he tried and failed to make coffee using the machine Gemma had insisted they get she suggested they switch place and took over.
"Girlie do you know where my cut is? Like I said I'm not in the mood for a friendly chat or anything" he asked.
She nodded at her big hobo bag that she had just put on the bar and he looked into it feeling weird about going into a chick's bag.
"Oh baby there you are," he sighed.
In her bag was his cut, neatly folding and safe.
"How the fuck did you get it?" he asked as she came round to sit next to him.
"Aw thanks Amber you really saved my arse," she said putting on a manly voice, "don't mention it Tig was my pleasure."
Tig did not look amused. He was taking in her appearance and wondered what happened to her lip.
She started to get a little fidgety and her face flushed. Finally she took her turtle neck off leaving her in a strappy low cut singlet.
"You guys really should get air con," she said.
Tig's eyes were on her chest. On the top of her left breast was a rather large bite mark, not a hicky, just teeth marks. On her arms there was bruising, obvious finger marks where someone had grabbed her upper arms too tight.
"Okay, seriously who the fuck are you?" he said
"I'm Amber. I'm the new barmaid at the Hairy Dog," she waited for him to click but it didn't happen. She sighed. "You came in last night, told the Nords you didn't want trouble and took your cut off to show you weren't there on business. Later on, after a few Jacks you started going on about how you were sorry about Donna and that you didn't deserve the cut."
Tig paled. "What else did I say?"
"Nothing really, you wouldn't tell me who Donna was and told me to burn your cut. Obviously I didn't, figured you would want it back when you were sober," she shrugged.
"Riiiight," he said slowly. He had to ask about the bruising, "did one of the Nords fuck you up or something?"
She touched her lips and looked at her arms and unexpectedly laughed, "I got fucked all right, but not by a Nord."
"Don't tell me I did that. Please tell me you're legal," he grabbed her arms and examined them.
"Yeah, I'm nineteen. You told me I looked kind of dead and that that was hot," she laughed again. "
"Aw shit," he said sounding apologetic.
"It's okay it was consensual, you probably have a few bruises yourself," she said and she reached out and touched his left nipple through his shirt.
"Fuck," he hissed at the pain. Looking down his top he saw that his nipple was black and around it was a little blue.
"See you don't have to apologize for hurting me," she smiled
"I'm not sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry for myself, by the looks of you I had a fucking good night and I don't remember any of it. The bite on the chest I get the arms I get what did I do to your lip? And what did you do to my god damn nipple."
A smile spread across her face, a smile of mischief and evil yet somehow innocent. Tig's pants grew tight.
"I pinched your nipple supper hard when you wouldn't let go of my lip, you bit it."
"How come you remember all this and I don't?" he asked. He was mentally kicking himself for drinking so much and forgetting what he suspected would have been a great shag.
"I wasn't as drunk as you," another evil grin. She shrugged, "I kind of took advantage."
"You seem a little fucked up you know that?" Tig could not get his head around this. Here was this chick who seemed to realise the importance of his cut and returned it safe and fast. She obviously could handle his sexual oddities and seemed a bit kinky herself and to top it off she was hot.
"You know we could go to one of the rooms and try jog my memory," he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows expecting her to jump at the chance.
Amber jumped off the bar stool positioning herself between his legs and pushing herself flush against his chest. She planted her lips on his kissing him wildly. Their tongues collided and he felt her nails dig into his neck a little.
She pulled away and grabbed her bag, "sorry no can do, I'm having lunch with my boyfriend."
Tig watched her as she left the clubrooms, "bitch!" he yelled after her before getting up to go in search of a croweater, a sweetbutt, anything with a pussy to take care of his throbbing hard on.
Let me know what you think and where you want this story to go.