Alex "Tig" Trager approached the long tan tattooed legs that were sticking out of a Chevy Impala. The legs were long, covered in multiple tattoos, the most noticable was the brightly colored pin-up girl.
"Val." Tig said once he reached the legs. He really felt bad.
Why? He and Val had gotten into a fight the previous night, and she ended up storming out, cussing like a sailor, and he went to bed alone, and pissy.
"Go away." Was the reply. He deserved that.
"Come on. Just talk to me." Tig begged. This woman held everthing that made him a man. His balls.
She slid out from under the car, and met him with a glare. The woman, Valeri "Val" Torento, was a spitfire. Red hair, blue eyes, and tatted up tan skin. Most of the tattoos being sentimental, meaning a great deal to her.
"I'm sorry. I was a total dick, the run went to hell, and Jax and Clay were fighting, and I got pissed off and took it out on you. And I shouldn't have." Tig said, not breathing til' the end.
She was the only woman that could and would get an apology from him. Well, her and Gemma. Never that Doctor Bitch...
"I really, and I mean really, want to kick you in the dick right now." She told him, a glint in her eyes.
"Please don't..." He trailed, looking into her eyes.
"Scream at me again, and I'll strip your goddamn balls, Alex Trager." Val replied, and wrapped her arms around the Sergeant At Arms.
"I know I don't say it a lot, but, I love you." Tig said, kissing her on the mouth.
"I love you, too." She replied, watching as he traced the crow across her chest.
Tig/OC. Nuff said. Short, one-shot, fluff. Nothing much left to say other than it was fun, and I highly doubt we'll ever see Tig with a decent woman... So, here is my decent woman, that came from the depths of my imag-I-nation, and was transformed into a badass...