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UndomesticatedSoA - Definition: A collaboration between Voracious Bitch and MuckyShroom, exploring the women of SAMCRO. Some characters are canon, some OFCs. Some situations are AU, some canon. If you want more info, just check out the bio.
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Little Miss
She ran towards him as he climbed off his Harley, moving as fast as her legs could carry her. He'd been gone such a long time it seemed and she was desperate to feel his arms around her again, hear his deep voice crooning words of love and affection in her ear. She nearly knocked him flying when she hit him; such was her joy and enthusiasm at his return.
He was just as happy to see her as she was to see him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, rubbing her back to comfort her and reassure her that he really was back, that he'd made it in one piece. Just as she'd known he would he whispered sweet words into her ear. Words softly spoken, not meant for anyone else's hearing.
He kept his hand on her shoulders as they walked side by side into the club house. They remained that way, in constant physical contact whilst he reconnected with his brothers, sharing stories of the road, catching up on club gossip and news. She leant into his side, simply enjoying the heat of his body against hers. She knew her place well and could wait patiently until it was her time to claim his attention.
It wasn't long before that time came. He appropriated one of the sofas for them and pulled her in next to him, his arm slung around her body, his head leant against her shoulder, breathing deeply of her scent. Eventually he relaxed and lay back, guiding her down to lie on his chest, still clasped in his arms. He seemed to need the contact just as much as she. He seemed to draw strength from her very presence and a measure of calm from her passive stillness. He ran his fingers through her hair, alternately sandy blonde and coal black. The sensation of that teasing caress massaged her into a serene trance, a small smile on her lips.
There was a bright flash of light. She huffed her annoyance into his neck, voicing her disapproval at the interruption to their peaceful solitude. He only smiled at her and continued to soothe her with his touch. She didn't think she had even been happier than at that particular moment, and could never imagine a more perfect place than right there, with him.
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Tig looked at the scrawled writing on the back of the old photograph: "My girl Missy."
He turned it over and remembered the day that that snapshot had been taken; remembered her musky scent, how warm her body had felt on his, how she'd looked at him so adoringly, filled with unconditional love for him. His eye's filled as he remembered those happy times. His wounded heart ached for her.
God he missed that dog.