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

Rated M for a reason! You have been warned.

TEN LORDS A LEAPING

The evening started with a relaxed, warm atmosphere. Tig was sat on one of the kitchen chairs, Elmo curled up in his lap again. He'd pulled her down onto his knee as she'd place the bottle of beer on the table in front of him. They had finally gotten around to discussing possibilities for the night ahead.

Tig. "I know a guy who has a dog..."

"Oh hell no! OK. No. Just no. Hell no. Pick something else." Elmo didn't jump out of his lap, but she had pulled back. Tig's arm around her waist tightened to keep her in place. He liked this comfortable companionship. Elmo looked at him, as if trying to asses his mental state, obviously decided he mustn't have been that serious, and then nestled back in, resting her head on his shoulder.

"You know, I hear men get a hard on after they die."

Elmo pulled back again, her face a picture of shock that made Tig grin. She tried to slide off his lap, but as well as tightening the arm around her waist he squeezed her thigh with the other hand that had been rubbing lazy circles on her leg.

"What kind of fucked up shit did your momma do to you?"

"Why does everyone ask me that?"

"Because you come out with shit like you just did. Tig, you keep on with shit like this I'm just gonna have to insist on watching another dude fuck you or something."

Tig shuddered. "OK, OK, I've got another idea. How about you get some ink, somewhere, you know, private." Tig slid the hand on her thigh higher, brushing his thumb low over the seam of her jeans.

"I am so not getting 'Tig woz here' where my lady garden grows."

"No something tasteful. I know a guy..."

"Seriously Tig, I worry about the company you're keeping."

"Why?" Tig was genuinely confused by Elmo's statement.

Elmo just shook her head. "OK, I like that idea." She gave him a look through narrowed eyes. "As long as I get to pick the design."

"Of course. I get veto though." Tig perked up. "Can I do the shaving?"

"Hold your hand out." Elmo looked at him in deadly earnest.

"Why."

"I want to see how fucking steady it is."

"It's steady."

"Proof please. You are not going near any areas that delicate with a fucking razor if I think for one minute this is going to be less kinky hair removal and more female circumcision."

"Aww doll, don't you trust me?" Tig pouted.

"Just hold your fucking hand out."

Tig was still playing at being offended, but he held one hand out flat, palm down so that she could see it was steady.

Elmo relaxed. "OK. Do we need an appointment or does he do...walk ins?"

"I'll call him. Let him know we'll be there tonight."

Elmo slipped off Tig's lap as he started to dig out his phone to make the call. She opened one of the kitchen cupboards and lifted out a large bowl before leaving the kitchen. When Tig had finished his conversation and pocketed his phone he heard the sound of water running. He followed the noise through the house, finding Elmo in the main bathroom. He was guessing she'd picked this room since it was substantially larger than the en-suite in her room.

A towel was spread across the floor and Elmo was running steaming water into the bowl. She'd already laid out a razor, faze cloth and a can of shaving gel at the edge of the towel. Tig leant his shoulder against the door frame watching her as she shut the tap off and carefully set the bowl down next to the razor.

"Are we set?"

Elmo straightened. "Yep."

Tig pushed away from the door frame. He kissed Elmo when he reached her, excited by the idea of this game. He started with just a brush of his lips against hers, but when she arched slightly against him he couldn't help but press his lips more possessively.

Elmo pulled back. "Nuh huh. I'm going to have to keep still so behave yourself."

Tig grinned, then nodded at the razor. "Fresh blade?"

Elmo smirked. "Yep, nice 'n' sharp."

Tig was curious. "You done this before doll?"

"I've not had anyone else do this to me before. Does that answer your question sufficiently?"

Tig kept his gaze on Elmo as she slipped her clothes off, folding and piling them neatly to one side before kneeling on the towel. Tig stayed standing, looking down at her, enjoying the moment, the feeling of power and control. He was standing; she was knelt in front of him. She was naked, he wasn't. She was, could be... his, any way he wanted. He scrubbed a hand over his mouth as he hardened in his jeans. Lingering on thoughts like that was not the way to keep his hand steady.

Tig started to kneel as well, once he approached the same level as her Elmo leaned back, unfolding her legs and propping herself up on her elbows.

"How do you want me?" She asked with a cheeky grin.

Tig didn't answer; he just tried to concentrate on the job at hand as he gently arranged her legs so that he could kneel between them. He manoeuvred one leg so that it was almost straight, the other bent at the knee out to one side. It was a reflexive reaction to run his hands over the smooth skin as he did so, although when he noticed Elmo's lids drop it became less reflexive and more tormenting.

He dipped the wash cloth in the bowl, dousing it in the water that was only just the wrong side of too hot. He wrung it out and gently wiped it over her curls, holding it in place to let the heat take effect. As always she was neatly trimmed, the curls kept short. He wasn't going to need scissors first, which pleased him, Vidal Sassoon he wasn't.

Tig squirted a blob of shaving gel into his hand and rubbed his palms together for a few seconds to work it into foam. He used his finger tips to spread it over the doomed hair, massaging it in. He looked up to find her watching him; her skin flushed that delicate rose hue. Elmo was breathing rhythmically, counting her breaths in and out.

Tig dried his hands on a free corner of the towel before picking up the razor. He dipped it into the bowl, shaking off the excess water before starting to drag it, slowly, over her. Tig took his time, using his other hand to pull the skin taught as he drew the blade over her delicate skin. He wanted to watch her face whilst he worked, wanted to witness her reaction to every touch, but soon he was concentrating too hard on the task at hand.

He could feel the tension in her legs and hips, could feel her fighting not to move, trying to stay relaxed. He worked his way down, further, gently dragging the razor over her lips. He tried not to tease her, but he couldn't help himself. He let his fingers wander a little as he worked, let them slip a little, here and there.

"Tig...careful." Elmo panted a warning.

Tig smiled to himself as he continued. It was up to her to keep still, despite his best efforts. Eventually he rubbed the wash cloth over her pink skin, using the heel of his hand to add a little pressure. She arched up into the warmth of the cloth covering his palm.

Tig smoothed the fabric away, admiring a job well done. When he looked up Elmo's body he found that she'd thrown her head back. Her eyes were closed. He took a moment to appreciate the slender column of her throat and only just stopped himself from reaching up to caress it.

His voice was low as he rasped out: "I'm not done yet doll. On your knees."

Elmo's lids fluttered open, but when she focused her eyes on him they were glinting with lust. She pushed herself up before rolling over onto her hands and knees.

"Good girl."

Tig squirted more gel into his palm and worked it over the hair he hadn't been able to reach previously, grinning when Elmo pushed back against his touch.

"Steady girl."

Tig laid a warm palm on the small of Elmo's back to still her before getting back to the job in hand. Once he was done he dropped the razor into the bowl with a small splash, before wiping the remnants of the foam from her skin with the wash cloth again. He returned his hand to the base of her spine, pressing slightly, signalling her to stay put. He ran his other hand up underneath her, between her thighs, feeling the soft, naked mound. Elmo rubbed herself against his palm as he slid his hand back feeling her core, slick, hot and wet. Tig let his fingers slip inside her; two fingers, caressing, slipping them in and out. He pulled his hand back, but only so that he could suck his thumb, wetting it with his mouth before returning his hand. He slipped two fingers back into her, gently pressing at her anus with his thumb. Still gently massaging with his fingers, he pushed his thumb into her. Elmo rocked back on her knees, moving with him, flicking her hair back over her shoulder before dropping her head again.

Tig freed himself from his jeans and was inside her in moments; pumping, thrusting. Elmo was moaning as his hand again sought the newly revealed, unprotected skin, seeking her hard clit, keeping his palm flat against her, loving the smoothness. They came together with loud shouts. Tig kept hold of Elmo's hips, keeping himself buried within her for just a few moments longer, before pulling out so that they could continue with the night's plan.

-o0o-

Elmo was studying the flash exhibited on the walls of the tattoo studio. Tig was still speaking to the owner; they'd greeted each other with an old and easy familiarity. Tig might be a long way from home, but he wasn't a complete stranger in this town. He figured after the life he'd led that there probably weren't many towns left on the west coast where he could claim complete anonymity.

Tig and Wez were watching Elmo as she considered the various designs in front of her. Wez reminded Tig of Opie, if Ope had been two foot shorter and blonde; they both had the same calm, sasquatch quality. Tig could tell from the tense set of Elmo's shoulders that she knew she was being watched.

Tig winked at Wez before joining Elmo as she perused the kanji symbols.

"You like doll?"

"It's a nice idea, but no. I don't want to get a tatt thinking it means one thing only to find out it really means chicken chow mein."

She continued looking at the art work, Tig remaining by her side. Elmo paused at the display of stars in every conceivable design, size and colour.

"I've got an idea." Tig headed back over to Wez, who after a few words handed over a pad and a pencil. Tig sketched quickly. Once he'd finished he showed the design to Wez who made some small gestures at the pad before nodding.

Tig took the pad over to Elmo and showed her the design. "A little colour, here... there." He pointed out the relevant places. "What d'ya think?"

"I like it. Does it mean something?"

Tig caught Elmo's eyes. "It means I'm not gonna forget this Christmas in a hurry."

"Me either." Elmo grinned, eyes bright. "I like it, let's get it done."

Tig slung his arm around Elmo's shoulder as he walked her over to Wez, nodding to show that the design was a go.

"OK." Wez slapped his hands together, rubbing the palms briskly. "Where do you want it?"

"Waaay south of the border." Elmo answered, her grin still bright.

Wez hardly blinked. "Gonna need to shave you."

Tig's grin matched Elmo's. "Already done friend."

Wez nodded and swept one arm to the side, motioning to a slightly open door. "OK, through here. Don't want to be working on that sort of piece out here."

Tig guided Elmo through the door into the back room. He leant against the wall, arms folded over his chest, keeping out of the way as Elmo followed Wez's instructions to shuffle her sweatpants down and lie on the padded reclining seat.

It didn't take Wez long to snap on the latex gloves and set up his gun and inks. He smoothed his hand over Elmo, assessing the shaving that Tig had done. Tig tensed. He'd known Wez for years, quite liked the guy, but right about then he wanted to carve him up slowly, even as he knew that the artist was being nothing but professional.

Wez looked up at Elmo. "This is gonna hurt. A lot."

Elmo put her arms behind her head, clasping each elbow with the opposite hand. "I'm ready."

Wez nodded. "OK. Try and keep still."

Tig pushed off the wall to take up a position behind Wez, to one side, looking over his shoulder. He didn't want to crowd the artist, but he wanted to see the work being done. He knew that his friend was a consummate professional and that this was just another job, another blend of inks, another canvas, and that there would be no funny business. His earlier flash of jealousy was soon forgotten, seeing Elmo laid out like this in front of another man whilst he was present, even if it was completely innocent, was beginning to seriously rock Tig's world.

After about thirty minutes Wez pushed his wheeled stool away from the recliner.

"Done."

Elmo leaned up on her elbows. "Not as bad as I thought it'd be, but damn that burned."

Wez gave her an 'I told you so' look as he smoothed the ointment on and taped a small piece of clear wrap over the fresh ink.

Elmo pulled her sweatpants back up whilst Wez reeled off the instructions for looking after her new addition. She raised her eyebrows at Tig as if to ask if he was paying attention to the after care instructions as well.

As they left the shop Tig slung his arm around Elmo's shoulders, pulling her in close to him. He could tell from her gait that she was sore, but it wasn't anything noticeable to casual passers-by.

"You good doll?"

"Yeah. It feels a little weird. It's the shaving as much as the tatt. But yeah, I'm good."

"Great. Let's get pie!"