Charlotte stirred when the morning light burst through Tig's window and warmed her skin. When the room came into focus she looked over her shoulder at Tig's naked body next to hers. After moving noiselessly off the bed she pulled on her shorts and slipped into her sweatshirt, zipping it all the way up to the base of her throat over her naked body, not bothering to put on a bra, then left his bedroom, closing the door behind her.
"Good morning." she whispered to Gemma who was sitting at the bar, her head in her hands before turning into the kitchen and pour herself a cup of coffee and going back out to the bar to keep her company.
When she settled onto the barstool next to Gemma, wincing in pain as her tender ass pressed against the hard wood of the stool, Gem turned to her, "Your boys volunteered to get us the groceries we'd need for the crew." she said
"What's going on?" Charlotte asked, concernedly
Gemma sighed, "War, sweetie. Clay's called all the chapters within a days drive for a meeting."
"Shit." Charlotte said, taking a sip of her coffee.
Just then the door opened and Hell's Lovers came in with armfuls of groceries. They smiled at the women sitting at the bar but walked past them to deposit the groceries in the kitchen. When they came back out Platte embraced Charlotte and kissed her temple. He looked at her when he pulled back, still keeping his arms around her and smiled sadly. "We gotta go Ma Belle" he said
"I know" she nodded solemnly
"Between the Mayans coming after Clay last night and rumors that ATF is in town…"
"ATF?" she asked, panicked, looking around at Gemma
"It's a non-issue." Platte interjected, "It's just, we gotta go."
"Yeah" Charlotte breathed, understandingly then hopped down off her bar stool to give them all farewell hugs.
She walked with them out into the lot to say goodbye. After mounting his bike, Platte turned to Charlotte and said, "You know, I talked to Clay a little bit last night. I just wanted you to know we're happy to form an open alliance with SAMCRO, get a little bi-coastal brotherhood going." he glanced at her over his sunglasses. "But that, little lady, is entirely up to you." She smiled and waved from outside the clubhouse as they all peeled out.
When she walked back in she saw Tig going into the meeting room and saw a glimpse of a screaming, bleeding man lying on the redwood table.
"What on God's green earth?!" she exclaimed, running up next to Gemma and looking into the room.
"That's what they got back from last night." Gemma said, "Didn't Tig tell you?" Charlotte shook her head, "They were shot at."
"Shot at? When Platte said someone was screaming in an ambulance I just thought someone spun out on the road or something." Tig exited the meeting room behind Clay. "You neglected to tell me that you were shot at last night?!" she shouted at him.
"We didn't really talk much at all last night." he said reaching down and wrapping his arms around her waist and bit her on the neck then kissed it.
"Asshole" she said, punching him in the chest and walking back to her coffee. When she turned her back to him and he instinctively glanced down at her ass he saw that the whole back of her thigh was stained red with blood. He ran up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and walked her past her coffee and back into his room. "Hey, Alex come on I'm so tired and sore." she moaned as he pulled her shorts back off and bent her over his bed.
"You're covered in blood." he said, pressing his fingers into the bite mark left over from last night. He slapped her ass right below the bite mark. "Get in the shower before people think you don't know how to plug up your gash."
"Don't be crude and misogynist." Charlotte said, pushing past him and heading into the bathroom, letting her sweatshirt slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. He stared at her back where he had left scratch marks and hickies.
He followed her into the bathroom and sat on the can to watch her climb into the tub. When she reached to close the shower curtain, not having realized he followed her in he said, "Leave it open."
"You gunna join me?" she asked sweetly. Tig just stared at her, his eyes dark, sending chills up her spine until she finally turned the water on. At first she just pretended like he wasn't there and just focused on cleaning the bite on her ass and the combination of cum and saliva from between her legs. She noticed him lean forward on the toilet when she put her hands between her legs to rub them with soap. She smiled and tilted her head back into the steady stream of water letting the heat sink into her temples while dragging the bar of soap up her flat stomach and in between her breasts before running it slowly over each of them, leaving a trail of thick bubbles to cascade down over her nipples and track down her stomach and thighs before disappearing down the drain. "Mmmm…" she moaned quietly, letting the bar of soap fall to the shower floor and grasping her breasts with both hand. Tig licked his lower lip staring at her, trying not to miss one detail so his Spank Bank would be full of an HD memory of her in this moment. She bent down slowly to pick up the soap she dropped, turning her ass to him and looking over her shoulder, running her hand up her leg as she stood back up. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked on them before running them against the bare lips of her pussy.
"Oh man" he said, finally, rubbing his face with his hands and sitting on the edge of his seat close to her. When he focused on her again, her right leg was propped up; her foot on the edge of the tub and her fingers inside her. She made sure to cover the marks on her left inner thigh from his view while her legs were spread and she was fingering herself. With her right hand, she grabbed her breasts and played with the nipples, gasping; her cheeks growing hot from the ecstasy welling inside her. She arched her back against the tiled walls of the shower and sucked a breath in through her teeth but didn't remove her fingers from between her legs. She decided to turn around and show him her backside, pressing her face and breasts into the tile now and continuing to rub her hot, wet clit occasionally dipping her fingers into the well of wetness that was her vagina.
After mere seconds of her rear exposed to him the prospect opened Tig's bedroom door and called his name. Instead of responding Tig got off his perch on the toilet and punched Kip in the face before slamming the bathroom door on him. "Don't stop." he croaked, running his knuckles down her back, covered in water droplets cascading down her skin.
At his touch she turned around and slapped his hand away from her. "Look" she snapped, "don't touch." He obediently sat back down and set his eyes to devour every aspect of this steamy scene. Her moans grew louder the closer she got to climax but were tame compared to the noises she made last night. When she came, she fell limply onto the side of the tub and caught her breath. When her legs no longer felt like jell-o she stood up and started rubbing her body down quickly one last time before she turned off the water and stepped out onto the ragged towel lying on the floor at the foot of the tub. She winked playfully at him and opened the door to his bedroom, looking down at the unconscious prospect and stepping over him.
Tig was able to stand up when the blood was distributed back to his brain where it belonged and waited by the door to his room while Charlotte got dressed, putting her two bras and the sweatshirt back on with her shorts from last night. When she was fully clothed he swung the door open and led her back into the clubhouse where Gemma and Clay were talking.
"Hey," Tig called across the floor to Cherry, "go pick your nosy pervert boyfriend off my floor." She looked at him, perplexed, "Go, now, go." he said impatiently.
A buzzer sounded from a speaker next to the TV above the bar. Gemma and Charlotte turned their attention to it. "Unser" Gemma said, "Back door."
"Keep him quiet" Tig said, warningly to Chibs and Juice in the room with the gunshot victim before closing the door on the three of them.
Sheriff Unser entered, and looked around the room warily, his gaze falling on Charlotte, "Who the fuck are you?" he asked, paranoid.
"Don't worry about it." Tig said, glaring down at the old man with his arms crossed.
"Don't worry about it? You tell me to 'don't worry about it' when I've never laid eyes on this girl in my damn life?!" he began to go into hysterics.
"Listen-" Tig began, pointing his finger at Unser.
"No," Charlotte cut in, "He's right." She looked at Gemma and said, "I'm gunna go work on some of the food in the kitchen" Gemma smiled and nodded before Charlotte hopped down off the bar stool she had been sitting on and snapped the door shut behind her when she was in the kitchen.
She turned her ears off and kept her head down while she peeled and chopped potatoes until she heard Tig shout, "Gem, wait. Gem! I'll be right out." he stuck his head into the kitchen. "Hey," he said, walking toward her. "Get me your keys I'm going to try and swing by your place and get you some clothes."
"Oh, don't worry about that." she said, drying her hands off on the nearest towel "I can go myself."
"No." he snapped. "I got shit coming out of my ears and I would really appreciate it if I didn't have to worry about you out there on top of it."
"What you worryin' about lil' ol' me for?" she asked, her accent stretched into a caricature of itself as he bat her eyelashes at him
"Just...don't" he said, narrowing his eyes and taking her keys off the bar before walking out the door.
She rolled her eyes at the back of his head and went back to cooking. Jax and Gemma came bursting into the clubhouse without Tig and they were arguing. Again, she kept her ears closed and head down until Jax asked the question she had asked herself when they first walked in: "Where the hell did Tig go?!" he spat angrily at his mother, "He was right behind us"
Charlotte stuck her head out of the kitchen door curiously and waited for Gemma's answer. Gemma saw her and smiled, "He made sure we got back then went to your house." she said, answering Charlotte's unasked question as opposed to her son's. "What are you even doing in there, hun?" Gemma asked Charlotte, amused.
"Cutting potatoes" she replied, shrugging.
"Oh shit" Gemma responded, putting her hand to her head. "I gotta get some of the girls out here to help before they all get here." She walked away and started dialing her phone.
"Where the hell 'ave you been?" Chibs asked, advancing toward Jax with his arms open and pulled him into an embrace then removed the medical bag from his hands and whispered something to him.
"Okay." Jax said defeatedly and pat his brother on the back.
"Where are you going?" Gemma called to her son, holding her hand over the speaker on her phone before he went back out the door.
"To find a doctor" he said.
"Don't go alone" she said.
"I'll go with him." Opie said, hidden in the doorway. As the two young men exited the club Tig walked back through the doors with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder which he removed and tossed at Charlotte.
"Jesus Tig" Gemma said, hanging up the phone. "She got her own drawer too?"
Tig ignored her goading him and knelt over to whisper to Charlotte, "I couldn't help but pick some things I want to see you in...maybe later tonight?"
"Maybe" she replied playfully, slinging the bag over her shoulder and taking it with her into his bedroom to change.
That night, after Clay was released from questioning and the club had voted on their alliance with the Mayans Charlotte exited the clubhouse and walked out into the yard with two beers in her hands. Tig did a double take when he saw her in a black, low cut Gypsy romper with a white trim and the red lace bra he had picked from her house specifically for her to wear for him tonight. Her hair was pulled into a high, sleek ponytail on the top of her head that exposed her long, hickie covered neck.
He stood up straight then she walked up next to him and handed him a beer. He put it down immediately and yanked her toward him and kissed her on one of the hickies he had left the night before in front of a slew of Sons from other charters.
She elbowed him in the ribs and whispered through her teeth, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Making sure no one in this building touches you tonight." he grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her head back to bare her neck to him, "Except for me." He swooped down and kissed each of her welts forcefully.
"Ow" she growled unhappily, noticing the eyes on her with knowing smiles on their faces. She quickly squirmed free of him, picked up her beer and walked over to stand with Cherry.
After sharing a few beers together with Cherry and some croweaters they started dancing around one of the empty oil drum fire pits to the music coming from the speakers outside the clubhouse. Through the smoke she raised her eyes to where Tig was standing, propped up against a wall so he could see her while still talking to Opie and Chibs. When he finally noticed she was looking at him she waved him over to dance with her. Without even so much as an "Excuse me" to Opie or Chibs he dropped his beer and went over to her.
She pulled him close and draped an arm around his neck while she grinded her hips against his. She then turned around and dropped slowly to the ground, her ass rubbing down the length of Tig's lower extremities and her hand, drifting from its place around his neck to rub his chest through his shirt. He looked down the front of her revealing outfit and moaned softly when he saw her breasts straining against the red lace confining them.
Charlotte was slowly on her way back up to face him when a sweet butt vomited into the lap of a Son a few feet away from her. She watched as the Son, disgusted, threw the girl to the floor and kicked her in the back of the legs.
Charlotte scrambled over to the girl frantically, "What do you think you're doing?" she screamed at the Son who towered over the two of them while she helped the girl up. Tig jogged over to the scene after her but said nothing.
"She just yakked on me!" he screamed back at her.
"Well what do you expect is going to happen when you force her to drink fifteen shots after she had only been nursing a beer the whole night?!" Charlotte was holding onto the girl tightly, trying not to let her collapse to the floor.
"She wants to be a croweater she's gotta have a stronger stomach than that!" he spat.
"Okay," she began sweetly, "I suppose it makes sense that a big guy like you who's clearly after a spinner demand that she also be able to drink twice her weight in booze." she dropped the sweetness in her voice, "Get over yourself."
"'Chu say to me?" he asked advancing toward her, his hand twitching.
At this Tig stepped in between the two of them and put his hand firmly against his brother's chest, "Why don't you go and get cleaned up." he said warningly
"You better adjust the setting on your Old Lady's mouth" he called after Tig who had turned to help Charlotte get the young girl into the clubhouse.
"Excuse m-!" Charlotte began to turn around, leaving Tig to hold the unconscious girl before Jax came up beside her and started guiding her away, into the clubhouse behind them.
Tig had laid the girl in a chair for her to sleep it off until the morning when Jax came in, leading Charlotte gently into the clubhouse with her arm in his hand. "I'm pretty sure she was about to punch Kozik out there." Jax laughed
"Oh really?" Tig said, smiling at her. "Thanks man" he said to Jax, nodding at him in dismissal. When they were alone aside from the snoring croweater on the chair behind him Tig ran his hands against her body, underneath the deep slit in her romper and to her ass where he felt lace underneath his touch. "I see you're wearing a matching set." he said, plucking one of her bra strings.
Charlotte just smiled, took his hand and led him back to his bedroom. When she closed the door behind them the last thing she remembered was her romper being ripped off her body and the euphoric sensations of his touch against her skin all night.