When Thursday came around Keelin drove her beaten up Grand Prix through the gates of Teller-Morrow to find a raging party spilling out of the club house. After parking her car by Tig's stall in the shop she headed into the party. A party at SAMCRO was like sin itself set up shop. Every vice was on display, unfortunately her newest vice was chatting up a tall blonde in the corner. It irritated her more than she wanted it to. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her uncle approaching her with his arms wide open, which seemed to be the customary greeting among the bikers. When his arms enveloped her she could see the reason for it. "You're late," he said.
She sighed. "I picked up a shift on the floor of health club. Car's falling to pieces."
"We'll take care of it. Now let us get you a beer," he said steering her towards the bar. She didn't really like American brew, but accepted one none the less. She sat there listening to her uncle tell stories of her father for a quarter of an hour until Tig graced her with his presence. She did notice him pass the blonde off to a younger member of the club, and one obviously less powerful due to the expression on her face.
"You were late," he said drinking deeply from his bottle of beer.
"I told you I needed to pick up a shift, I'm here now," she said. Then suddenly became worried she had made a mistake. "I didn't muddle up your plans did I?" She asked dropping her voice.
"Don't you go worrying," he uncle said slinging an arm around her shoulder.
"Problem with your beer?" Tig asked gesturing to her barely touched Bud.
"Aye, it tastes like piss," she said setting it down on the bar. Both Tig and her uncle laughed.
"Chibs said the same thing when he first joined," Tig said pointing to her uncle. "We'll hang around a bit longer before we head out."
Her uncle seemed to take that as a cue to leave. He pulled her into a half hug, before addressing Tig. "I'll drop the car 'round midnight. Later brother."
She was rapidly becoming nervous about the prospect of spending most of the night alone with Tig. While she was more than merely attracted to him she was well aware of the fact he was dangerous. Yet, her uncle seemed to trust him explicitly. He trusted Tig with his life, enough that he would lay his own down for him. Part of her trusted him as well, she trusted him with the last remaining link she had to father—her uncle Filip.
She wasn't sure what time it was when she heard the clinking of metal against her coffee table. Especially since she didn't remember falling asleep. She walked to the door of her bedroom and looked out into her living room. She saw Tig starting to rid himself of the many layers he had worn that night. He had already thrown his wallet and pre-paid cell onto the table. He was slumped on the edge of her couch with his back to her unlacing his work boots.
She wasn't really sure what was compelling her to observe him, she just couldn't pull away. Next, he untied the knife from his thigh then pulled his glock from the holster at his back. He stripped away the black long-sleeve tee, wife beater, and dark wash jeans leaving him in his boxers. He shoved the clothes into a duffle, and turned to head to the couch. She wasn't thinking and walked towards him.
"Alex…" She said not knowing what possessed her to use his given name.
"Don't ask me what I did tonight," he said ignoring it. His light blue eyes starring her down.
"Alex, get some sleep." She turned to go then thought better of it. She took another step closer to him. She stopped when she was close enough the fabric of her tank top brushed the thin dusting of hair across his chest and stomach. He placed a firm hand on her hip and pressed her into him hard. Tig grabbed her chin pulling her into a rough kiss. He began assaulting her with kisses. Her brain got all fuzzy as a weathered hand slid under her tank top.
"Oh shit! Tig wait," she said rubbing her lips. She could already feel them swelling.
"Go to bed Keelin," Tig said walking to the couch. He left her there trembling slightly. A minute later she turned and headed into her bedroom.
The next morning Keelin awoke feeling groggy. She quietly crept to her bathroom past a sleeping Tig. After she was showered she headed into the kitchen starting breakfast. When she was almost done Tig stumbled into the kitchen. "Morning," she said tentatively. She assumed she had fractured attraction they had by pushing him away last night.
"Hey," he said sleepily. It made her smile; he really wasn't a morning person. Then again his lifestyle wasn't conducive to mornings. "When do you need to be to work?"
She eyed the clock. "Not for another hour. Eat your breakfast while it's hot," she setting a plate in front of him.
"You usually cook this much for breakfast?" he asked surveying the plate of eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and fried potatoes. She laughed.
"You yanks wouldn't know a full breakfast if it bit you on the arse. I usually have toast and fruit. Weekends I make a full breakfast, to remind me of home." After a few minutes she excused herself to change. "Tig, about last night I wanted to say…"
"Next time you want to start something with me, you make sure you want it. I'm not use to stopping," he said not looking up from his food.
"I wanted it."
"No, you didn't."
She exited the bedroom about twenty minutes later ready for work, Tig was ready as well and looking at one of the pictures on her TV. "That's Da and Uncle Filip 'a course." He nodded.
"Chibs is real glad you're here ya know."
"I reckon it's been too long. Ready to go?"
"Yeah, hopefully I'll have your car sorted out today. I'll pick you up after work."
"Thank you." With that they left. Tig dropped her off at work, and walked her inside. She assumed it was so people could see him and solidify his alibi. She chose not to let it bother her. For a brief second she thought he was going to kiss her before he left, but the moment passed. In the end that wasn't something he would have done in the first place. It would be a long day.
