Obviously I do not endorse this sort of behaviour with strangers at all...unless of course the stranger is Tig!

Much love to Voracious Bitch for being a most excellent companion over on the Dark Side.

All characters, etc from Sons of Anarchy belong to Kurt Sutter.

Rated M for a reason! You have been warned.

A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE

It was Christmas Day and Tig was actually lonely. The feeling was so completely foreign to him it'd taken him a while to recognise it. On any other given day he'd be with at least a few of his brothers or there would be some female comfort available in the shape of a sweetbutt or croweater, or there was always the funeral home...

The day had started normally enough. He'd woken up with a hangover and dispatched it in his usual fashion, equal parts aspirin, black coffee and hair-of-the-dog. He'd joined his brothers at Gemma's for the annual feast, but it was after the food had been eaten, when everyone was lounging around, dozy and replete, that he'd struggled to settle. He'd just felt like everyone was giving him the fish-eye. Quite frankly, after the year he'd had, he didn't feel like he deserved it.

Restless and unable to contain his nervous energy, he'd decided to go for a ride. On a whim he'd stopped at the clubhouse and left his cut in his dorm room. Being anonymous for a short while sounded good.

Eventually he found himself in a bar a long way from home. He was drinking whisky morosely. He couldn't understand how Chibs could drink this shit and be happy. Sure, it smelled festive, but tequila was the drink of celebrations. Whisky was for commiserating or forgetting. Tig scanned the clientele in the room, picking out the hustlers and the degenerates. It was a meagre and miserable crowd, but of course it was the early evening of Christmas Day. Most people were at home with their families.

His gaze settled on a woman sat at the bar. Initially he didn't think that there was anything remarkable about her. She had truly black hair that hung several inches below her shoulders and average brown eyes. There was nothing particularly strikingly beautiful about her face, but still he felt a pull. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd been sat there drinking on her own for over half an hour. If she was waiting for a date he wasn't showing up. If she'd been stood up she wasn't leaving. He guessed that she was probably single. Drinking on your own on Christmas Day was definitely an invitation. Deciding that she was looking for company, Tig sauntered over.

Tig slid onto the bar stool next to the woman and signalled for another drink for himself and one of whatever she was drinking. She looked at him when the bar tender put the drink down in front of her.

Tig saluted her with his glass. "You look bored, sexually speaking."

She froze with her glass is almost to her lips, looking at him over rim with an eyebrow raised. "Seriously? Does that line ever work for you?"

"Don't know never used it before." He shrugged, grinning. "I'm Tig."

"That's your name? Really? Well in that case you better call me Elmo."

"Y'know, I always wanted to diddle Elmo. There's just something about all that cuddly red fur." Tig shook himself a little.

"The freak show let you out for the holidays, huh?!" When she smiled Tig knew he was in.

"So, you on your own tonight?"

"No, I'm with my imaginary friend Bert. You're sat in his seat. He's in the john at the moment, but he'll be back soon." Elmo deadpanned.

"Do you and Bert have plans for tonight?"

"Nope." Tig felt a tingle shiver over his skin at her answer. If she wanted him gone, that had been her chance to cut him dead.

"Do you think Bert'd be up for a threesome?"

"That's not really Bert's kinda thing."

"What is Bert's kinda thing?"

"Really, he's a conventional sorta guy."

"Hmmmmm, maybe Bert should branch out?" Tig knew she'd been trying to make a point, but he was feeling impish.

"You got somethin' in mind?" Elmo cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I think I could show Bert a thing or two."

"You have a hard on for a Muppet. I'm sure you could." Tig couldn't help laughing.

"You in town for a while?" Tig asked.

"Jesus, how many things d'ya wanna show Bert?" Elmo didn't look anywhere near as shocked as he'd thought she might. In fact, she looked downright intrigued.

Tig took a good long hard look at the woman. The pull was undeniable, and from the way she was talking and the fact she was still talking to him at all, she could be as crazy as him. This could be interesting. Tig decided it was time he played out a little.

"I got this crazy idea. How about Bert learns something new, does something original, for every night of Christmas?" Tig had nothing urgent he had to get back for. He wanted to see how far he could push her. It was always fun when someone was up for a little self discovery.

"The full twelve nights?" Elmo asked.

"Yeah, why not?"

"You don't have anywhere else you have to be for the next twelve days?" Elmo looked a little sceptical.

"Nope." Tig shook his head. "You?"

"Nope. But just to be clear, since you're a little freaky an' all. It's not really my imaginary friend that your planning on fucking is it? 'Cause if it is, I'll just leave you two to it.

Tig chuckled into his drink. "No I do not want to fuck Bert."

Elmo looked at her drink for a long moment before taking a large swallow and looking him directly in the eye. "I think we should set up a couple of rules on this. First one: no third parties. I'm up for a little adventure but there's no way I'm setting myself up for a gang bang. Two: no pics or videos. This shit stays between us two. Three: this first night at least, we find a hotel. I'm not telling you where I live yet."

Tig cocked his head to one side, studying Elmo. "Hmmmmm, I would love to take some snaps."

"No." She shook her head firmly. "I am not ending up on some nasty little internet site."

"Spoilsport." Tig pouted. "They'd be for... personal use."

"Yeah, I don't want you passing your phone 'round your friends either. Develop a good memory, fast!"

Tig considered the restrictions. "OK, I think I can live with those rules."

"How about sex with a stranger to start off with?" Elmo suggested, looking up coyly from under her eyelashes.

Tig nearly choked on his drink. "I thought you said no third parties!"

Elmo laughed. "I meant you dickhead. I know virtually nothing about you. You are pretty much a compete stranger to me. And, well, you are just pretty strange."

It was Tig's turn to laugh. "Hmmmm, OK, I'll break you in gently. I hope you swallow though 'cause that's really not worth its own day?"

Elmo nearly spat her drink out laughing and had to cough before she could get her breath back. Once she'd recovered she downed her drink and said: "Come on Tig. I know a place."

"That's what they all say baby." Tig smirked.

"Then you are hanging out with some seriously suspect company. Come on." Elmo nodded her head towards the door of the bar.

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As they left the bar Tig slung his arm around Elmo's shoulder. She slipped her arm around his waist and snuggled in. Tig gave her shoulders a brief squeeze of satisfaction. He was pleased she was comfortable with him already. Pushing people's limits was fun, but he wasn't in the mood to have to fight for it tonight.

Elmo guided them to a small motel. The manager didn't ask any questions, but it wasn't a shitty flea pit like most places that rented by the hour. Elmo raised an eyebrow when Tig rented the room, stating his intention to stay for a few days. "I ain't from 'round here baby." He said as he paid. She shrugged and let it go. Tig figured that she'd decided that at least she wouldn't have to be worried about bumping into him in the street when they were done with their little adventure.

Once they were inside the room, before Elmo could have second thoughts, Tig stepped forward and laid his palm on her check to steady her. He leant in to kiss her. It started off gently, a soft meeting of lips. When Elmo gasped for breath Tig took advantage and it soon turned into a frantic dance of tongues and teeth. Elmo ran her teeth over Tig's bottom lip, before nipping gently as she pulled back. Tig growled low in his throat. The hand that had been resting on Elmo's cheek twisted into her hair, pulling firmly. His other hand slid down to her ass, assessing her curves as it went.

Tig kissed Elmo again. He revelled in the feeling of her soft curves pressed hard against him. He squeezed her ass as he pulled her hips tight against him. He was hard and made sure that she felt it as he rhythmically thrust his hips against hers.

At some point during the kiss they both started shedding their clothing. As soon as they'd both tugged off their tops Tig pulled her in again, needing to feel her heated skin against his. He unhooked her bra, wanting to feel the hard points of her nipples against his chest.

He slid his hand from her hair so that he could massage her breast, pulling sharply on the stiff peak, keeping his other hand on her ass, not wanting any space between them. His mouth didn't leave hers, they gasped for air whilst tongues tangled and teeth nipped.

He lost time again and when he surfaced they'd managed to strip themselves of their jeans. As usual Tig wasn't wearing anything other than his denim, but had somehow managed to remember to retrieve a condom and roll it on. He manoeuvred Elmo onto the bed, rising over her, lying between her thighs. He caught her wrists and held them over her head. She fought slightly, testing his grip, before relaxing back as he caught her eyes. He watched the expressions fly across her face as he rubbed his cock over her mound, still covered by the lace of her thong.

Tig rubbed his palm roughly over her breast before tugging sharply on the nipple, causing Elmo to squirm beneath him. He watched her face carefully; he could see she was feeling it on just the other side of pain. He smoothed his palm down her body, down into the lace of her underwear. The feeling of his movement being slightly restricted tantalised him. He fondled her, finding her wet and ready. He thrust two fingers into her, rubbing his thumb over her clit, making her writhe and strain against the hand pinning her wrists.

With a sharp jerk Tig ripped the lace away from her body, causing Elmo's hips to buck with violence of it. Tig looked her in the eyes, daring her to look away. He positioned himself at her entrance and in one thrust he was buried in her to the hilt. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he did it, watching the shock flash across her features. She was tight around him, not virgin tight, just glorious. Tig pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her, this time catching her gasp with a hard kiss. If she was expecting gentle and tender tonight she'd got the wrong guy.

It was Tig's turn to moan when she started meeting his brutal thrusts, arching off the bed, opening her thighs wider, bringing her knees higher to allow him a better angle, more complete access to her body. He pulled out and out laughed when Elmo swore at him, until he guided her to turn over onto her hands and knees. Tig pushed back into her wet cunt in one long, hard thrust. He tangled his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back as he gripped her hips and pumped into her. Elmo pushed back against him, still meeting him thrust for thrust.

Tig knew he wasn't a small man and that he had to be hurting her, but right at that moment he didn't care and it honestly didn't seem like she was that bothered either. Elmo was keening, almost a constant low moan. Tig could feel her start to come, could feel her pussy tightening around him as she pushed back even harder against his brutal thrusts. Tig clasped her hips in both hands, slamming into her as he came like a fucking freight train with a yell.

They collapsed flat on the bed in a sweat-slicked tangle of limbs. Tig knew he was crushing her but he didn't think he could move if he tried. After a couple of long, dizzy moments he rolled to one side, leaving Elmo clear to roll onto her back. Elmo threw her arms over her head and stretched out. For several minutes they didn't talk as they regained the use of their senses and bodies.

After a while Tig gathered himself enough find his cigarettes. Elmo watched him light one and take a satisfied lungful of smoke. He lay back down on the bed, smoke in one hand, the other absently fondling Elmo, stroking her soft skin, learning her body.

Eventually Elmo rolled over, leant up on one elbow and gave Tig a quick kiss, a brief peck on the lips. "So I guess I'll come find you here tomorrow night?"

"Is ten good for you babe?"

"Yep I'll be here. What you got in mind?"

"I ain't gonna tell you. It'll ruin the surprise." Tig didn't want her stressing about whatever he came up with, and he had a feeling the anticipation would keep her on the edge and make her more open to his ideas. He didn't want her backing out now.

Elmo slipped out of the bed and started hunting for her clothes. Once she was dressed, she reached for the door, stopping to look at Tig reclined in the bed, arms behind his head.

"Ten tomorrow. I'll be here."

Tig was really hoping she wouldn't stand him up. This was going to be fun!