Hello guys, first of all sorry it took me so long to update and secondly thanks all of the support by reviewing or by putting this story on alert. It really motivates me to try to write an even better chapter. School stuff got in the way, but now I finally have holidays. I kinda struggled with this one to be honest. I am playing with the timeline here. People might be in other places than the series tell you, just a little heads up.

I hope you enjoy!

Gwen sat at her kitchen table the next morning with a cup of tea in her hands. Kozik walked out of the hallway towards the kitchen. "You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep," was her soft reply. Kozik opened the fridge and started to make some breakfast for the both of them.

"I gotta head back to Tacoma today, I'll be back soon," he stated.

"Alright." Kozik cracked an egg into the pan and threw some bacon in there.

"How did you know what was going to happen?" It was a question that was going through his head all night. She just shrugged her shoulders and took a sip from her tea.

"I just… intuition. Instinct. It drove too slow, the door opened. I just reacted."

"You did well," he told her and Gwen snorted. "I'm serious, if you hadn't shouted more people could've gotten hurt."

"Still, a boy got killed and Hale," she said.

"So what do you know?" he decided to ask. He knew it was a question that he should've asked earlier.

"You're running guns for the IRA. You're probably wondering how I know this, so I'm gonna tell you. Tig slipped something during dinner at Gemma's, about trying to get the guns. The next day I walked into the army store. Chibs walked in, gun drawn at the Irish guy that got killed. Jimmy was there too, together with Cameron who kidnapped Abel. They were talking about a pipeline. I figured he was part of the IRA since he seemed to know Chibs and we all know Chibs was part of the IRA in the past. So yeah, that's how I know."

"Shit."

"You could say that. This whole gunrunning thing is going to be the end of you guys. I'm really sorry to say that, but it's just how I see things." Kozik sighed and scooped the eggs and bacon on the two plates. He gave his sister a plate and took a seat across of her with his own and put down the tableware on the table.

"Are you going to be alright on your own here?" he asked and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah. I keep my gun loaded and on me, even in the house. Might need to get a holster today or something, that would be a lot safer, instead of putting that thing in my jeans or purse."

"Sounds good to me, if you feel unsafe, just go to the clubhouse. They will keep you safe." Gwen let out a mirthless laughter.

"Don't you see?" she asked him. "You guys have targets on your backs. The closer I get to the club, the higher the chances are I'm gonna get hurt. And I'm not close enough to get all the protection I need."

"You got an old man right?"

"The old man and I are still in the stage of figuring things out. So I don't think I can call him my old man just yet. Every time we're about to talk about it, or when I think we're getting somewhere. Shit happens. Club shit to precise." Gwen shook her head and took a bite from her bacon. "Sorry I feel so fucking selfish… I know how much the club means to you guys. I'm a mess."

"Your house is a mess too. Get your life back on track, do your own thing. Don't worry too much about the club." He was worried about her, the bags under her eyes were darker than the last time he had seen her.

"Any relationship advice, my all-knowing Guru?"

"Don't do things I won't do."

"Shit, that means I have to switch to women then. Don't get me wrong, because it's not that I don't like women. But I don't think I'm sexually attracted to them." Gwen could see the desperation in her brother's eyes and she let out a real laugh. Soon her brother started to chuckle as well.

Gwen could barely get rid of all the paint on her hands and was happy to escape the house for a bit and entered a diner just outside of Charming. He commission was almost done and it seemed that Gwen was going to finish the painting long before the deadline. Her own work was suffering. Even Bruce had called asking her when she would practice again. He was right. She needed the practice. Gwen started to appreciate guns more, but also started to fear them even more especially after the shooting. Firearms seemed to be a necessity in this life. T

he blonde scanned the diner, it didn't look that great, so Gwen would only settle for a coffee. The dark woman drew Gwen's attention, when she saw her sharp features and the one grey streak in her hair, she knew it was Fiona. Gwen pretended she didn't see her and ordered her food at the counter and took a seat at one of the tables, behind a cheap palm plant, that was turning brown already.

"Jimmy?" She asked. Perhaps Fiona wasn't as sharp as she pretended to be. Gwen knew she was playing with fire and tried not to drop into the conversation, but curiosity took the better of her. "You know where the babe is?" she asked with worry. "Belfast?" she almost yelled, but tried to keep her voice down.

Gwen took a deep breath and took a sip of her coffee. Gwen kept quiet, but almost dropped her cellphone onto the tiled floor. She noticed that Fiona looked at her for a moment, but Gwen kept quiet and pretended to check her cellphone. "Aye, I'll catch ta plane t'night." Fiona was going back to Ireland. Gwen tried to be as invisible as possible and tipped the waitress for her coffee and walked out the diner. She went to her bike hopped on and drove away. What the hell did she just hear? She grabbed her cellphone as soon as she arrived back at her place and hit the call button.

"Gwen, what's wrong?" Chibs asked.

"We need to talk, when are you available?"

"Why? What's wrong?" Chibs asked again.

"Just call me when you got time, I'm not in danger, but we need to talk."

"Alright," Chibs said. "I gotta go now lass, I'll give you a ring."

"Thank you Chibs." Gwen hung up the phone and started pacing through the room. "SHIT!" she yelled and kicked and empty box that she was using for her art supplies at the moment. Who was the babe? Abel would be the most logical conclusion. Him being in Belfast would be a major obstacle. "Fucking Irish!"

Gwen yelled again and she tried to settle down at the kitchen table. She never held a grudge at certain ethnicities, but right now the Irish were becoming a people she didn't trust. Gwen wished she could call Tig, but he wasn't able to do anything for her at this moment. Gwen walked to the shower and turned it on. She quickly took off her clothing and hopped underneath the cold spray of water. She needed to calm down, but her thoughts just didn't stop. When she finally got out of the shower, she checked her cellphone. A voicemail message of an unknown number. Gwen called her voicemail and listened.

Hey Guinevere. It's Anton. Where are you? Please call me when you can. It's important.

Gwen immediately deleted the message and sat down at the kitchen table. What the hell was going on? She took a deep breath and received a text message right after. "Goddamn it!" Chibs.

I will be at your place. 10 min.

She almost wanted to toss the thing out of the window. Why the hell did Anton contact her? It sounded urgent, but Gwen just didn't want to care. It didn't seem like she had the time to care. When she heard the rumbling on her driveway she immediately hopped off her chair and opened the door. "Hey Chibs," she stepped aside and let him in.

"What did ye want to talk about?" he asked as he stood in her living room.

"I'm not sure where to start, but I've seen Fiona. She was talking to Jimmy on the phone."

"How? when?" He asked with worry.

"At a diner with some real cheap palm trees as decoration. They're turning brown already."

"Shite," Chibs muttered. Gwen gave him a questioning look and he sighed. "I was just there. I just said goodbye to Fi."

"She- no Jimmy knows where Abel is. Abel is Belfast."

"Yer lying. No. She doesn't know where Abel is… She would've told me!"

"Listen to me Chibs, Jimmy controls her every move right? She asked Jimmy, you know where the babe is? After that she almost yelled Belfast. You got to talk to your wife Chibs. She knows more."

"You tellin' me that my wife is keepin' information from me?"

"Yeah I guess I am," Gwen told him. "I mean, she is Jimmy's now, according to Jimmy. Do you really think she still tells you everything?"

"Ye know what ye don't know what yer talkin' about. Ye probably misunderstood. She would never ever…"

"Ly to you? Keep things from you? She is a mother first Chibs. She tries to keep your daughter safe."

"My daughter is safe!" Chibs spat out. "Ye know nothin' about this! Ye need ta stay out of the club's business!" He yelled. His accent grew thicker and thicker. Gwen just shook her head and took a calming breath. "Yer not even an old lady for gods' sake!"

"I'm so fucking sorry that this town is basically suffering under an Irish invasion. I keep running into them, even if I don't want to. It just happens. And no, I ain't an old lady and I won't be treated as such. Get the fuck out of my house Chibs, get your head straight. I'm only trying to help here," Gwen fumed. Chibs stormed out of her house, slamming her front door shut.

The blonde let herself fall back on the couch as she heard that his bike was speeding away from her home. She felt her tears threatening to come through. She considered the Scotsman as a good friend and she hated it that they had such a huge argument. Her cellphone went off again and Gwen picked it up. She was getting more and more annoyed with the device. She just wanted to calm down, but it seemed like she wasn't allowed to.

"Hello?" Gwen asked as she picked up her phone.

"Gwen are you home?" Tara asked the moment before Gwen could even reply.

"Yeah I am, why?" Gwen asked, she tried to keep her voice in check, afraid it would betray that she was upset.

"Tig got shot, just wanted to let you know." Gwen just shook her head.

"Fucking hell… shit. How do you know that?" This day seemed to get worse with every hour.

"I'm going to get the bullet out. It's not too bad."

"Oh." Gwen tried to sound unimpressed.

"You wanna tag along?"

"You- yeah."

"See you in five minutes, be ready." Gwen immediately stood up from the couch, grabbed her gun, jacket, backpack and put some toiletries and clothes in there, just in case. When Tara arrived, Gwen just closed the door behind her and quickly hopped in Tara's car after throwing her backpack in the back.

"What happened?" Gwen asked with worry.

"I don't know. Gemma said that Tig got shot, didn't look to bad," Tara said as they took off.

"You okay Tara?" Gwen asked as she saw the worried frown on her face.

"Jax," she sighed.

"When isn't our trouble about men right?" Gwen joked. "Just give it time Tara, he's hurting. He doesn't know how to deal with it." Apparently Tara was buying the façade that everything was going alright with Gwen.

"He wants me gone, out of the club. He keeps on telling me that I shouldn't want to be with him." Gwen shrugged her shoulders.

"My brother is worried about me as well, I'm sure he asks himself why the hell he dragged me into this mess. But then again, I decided to stay even though I didn't have to. Just don't let yourself be chased away I think, unless you want to be."

The ride seemed to take longer than it really did, but that was because she was anxious to see Tig again. Plus the thoughts about Abel were running through her mind. Maybe Chibs was right. Maybe she misunderstood. Gwen felt it was too early to draw conclusions, but that nagging feeling remained present throughout the hours. She knew he got hurt, but that the damage wasn't too bad. "Here we are…" Tara muttered and killed the engine of the car. Gemma opened the door and was apparently to see her.

"Hey Gemma," Gwen said. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah. This is my dad, Nate. Nate these are Tara and Gwen."

"Nice to meet you," Gwen said, extending her hand to Gemma's father. He seemed a bit confused and walked through the house again.

When Gwen walked into the bedroom the first thing she noticed was the smell of sex and a hint of baby oil. She tried to push that thought away and looked at Tig, who looked stunned when she walked into the room. "How the hell did you get shot?" she asked him, knowing it was not going to be a story she was going to like. "You okay?"

"What the hell are you doin' here?" he asked.

"Tara called me, telling me you got shot," Tara stood in the door opening together with Gemma. "She asked me if I wanted to tag along and I said yes." Gwen didn't miss his nervousness, but blamed the fact that he got shot. "Never mind we talk later." Gwen said, making room for Tara to do her job. She walked into the living room where Nate was back to watching TV.

"I don't have that much room," he muttered.

"It's no problem sir, I will find a way to get comfortable somehow," she stated.

"I've never seen you before, have I?" Gwen realized he had Alzheimer or at least some sort of dementia, when he asked that question.

"No you haven't," Gwen said with a small smile.

"Come on dad, let's get you to bed," Gemma stated as she walked into the room.

"You need help?" Gwen asked. Gemma shook her head.

"Nah, I got him."

Gwen walked into the kitchen the next morning, seeing Tig eating his breakfast. "So are you going to tell me how the hell you managed to get shot?" She barely slept last night and she had no patience at all.

"What are you doing here Gwen?" he countered. "Why aren't you back in Charming?"

"Like I said before, Tara asked me to tag along. So what happened?" The blonde noticed his defensive attitude, but waited for his answer.

"He got shot while he was fucking with the caregiver," Gemma interrupted them. Gwen grew tense and took a deep breath. She turned around to see Gemma standing behind her. Gwen was stunned. Why would Gemma even tell her that? Her shock was quickly replaced my anger, she clenched her fists and tried to take a couple of calming breaths, but it didn't really help.

"Really? Just a couple of days later since I told you, that I got feelings for you, you decide to fuck the first other woman who offers herself to you? What the hell were you thinking?" Gwen fumed.

"Sweetheart, listen I'm a man and a man got needs," he tried to excuse himself, he knew it was weak and a lame excuse and that it wouldn't do. After he finished that sentence he immediately received a blow on his left cheek. Gwen was angry and he'd never seen her like this before. This was nothing like the slap in the face he had received in her kitchen the other night, this was a solid blow. Tig gave her a long cold look. Gwen noticed the disapproving sounds coming from behind her, but at this moment she just didn't care anymore.

"I wish I had taken my bike, so I could go home right now. Apparently me believing that there was a thing going on, was a big mistake on my part. You just could've told me that you weren't thinking the same as I… asshole," Gwen spat out, waking out of the kitchen, passed a stunned Tara and a disapproving Gemma.

"You should've stayed put," he yelled.

"I couldn't agree more!" came her shout from the hallway.

Gemma frowned and looked at him. "She got a good right hook," Tig said numbly and he heard the front door being slammed shut.

"Yeah I can see that," Gemma said. "You do what you need to do Tara, I'm gonna check up on my dad." Tara nodded and they moved towards the bedroom. He got seated on the bed and sighed. Tara started to clean the wound with her tools. "You're gonna be fine. There is no bone or muscle damage."

"Thanks Doc. I'm sorry that I pulled you away from work." Tig said.

"So how's Jax holding up?" He asked trying to move his mind away from how badly he fucked up with Gwen.

"I don't know," Tara replied. He noticed the indifferent tone she was using, but decided to let it slip. "He sure does tell you guys more than he does me. Need me to check your cheek?"

"No. I'm good. How do you know about me and Gwen?" he asked carefully. The doc grew tense when he asked that question.

"You called her, and I asked who it was," Tara said simply. "She told me it was you."

"Did she say anything else?"

"Not really. Something about you two figuring things out," silence. "I'm sorry I brought her along, she missed you. Just, stupid idea." Tara apologized. He wanted to confirm that statement, but that probably would make the doc even feel worse. He already did enough damage for the day.

"Dad? Daddy? Nate?" Gemma called. "Have you seen Nate, he's not in his room?" she asked with a worried look on her face.

"No not since this morning." Tara said.

"He's gone and so is the hunting rifle."

"O Shit, I did hear a car about twenty minutes ago." Tig realized.

Gwen had no idea what was going on, even though she had seen that the caddy was now gone. She was running between in her walks, trying to get the anger out of her system. Chibs, Abel, Tig. The thoughts didn't seem to stop. The shooting. When were things ever going to end? She'd no idea how long she was walking and turned around when she heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle. Gwen stopped and saw that Tig pulled over where she was standing. "You've seen Nate?"

"No," was her curt reply.

"He, he left the house. We can't find him," he told her. She shrugged her shoulders, she didn't really care at the moment. She wished she just could get the hell away from here. "Gwen, look I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Gwen asked him, her tone angry. Tig sighed.

"I'm sorry that I hurt you. I should've fucked that caregiver and…," he couldn't believe he was apologizing to her, it felt unfamiliar. "I just shouldn't have done what I did."

"Okay and now what? Because I don't know what to think of this anymore," she swallowed away a lump in her throat.

"I don't know either, but right now I ain't got time for this. Hop on," he told her, handing her his helmet. Gwen hesitated before taking over the helmet and placing it on her head. She tried to push away her feelings and got onto the back of his bike, wrapping her arms around him.

Gwen got of his bike as soon as he turned off the engine and handed back the helmet. She looked at the pavement and back up at Tig, who looked down at her. Gwen walked towards the door followed by Tig and opened the door. What she saw there, wasn't something she was expecting to see. Gemma stood in the hallway, Tara was kneeled next to a woman with a knife near her heart. Gwen looked over her shoulder to Tig, he just pushed past her and shook his head.

"I leave you girls alone for ten minutes, and this is what happens? Jesus," Tig muttered.

"That the woman you fucked?" Gwen asked, looking at Tig. His eyes told her enough. "I've never loved Karma so much," Gwen said softly with a smile, she hadn't realized she said that out loud until all the heads turned towards her direction.

"Jax can't know about this," Tara said, with an icepack on her head.

"Yeah this is the last thing the club needs." Gemma stated.

"Then we better work fast. They're gonna make a run for the Irish, they're gonna be up here tomorrow."

"Perfect." Tara muttered.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Tara asked, still sitting next to the corpse.

"Getting rid of it." Gwen quipped.

"Then we gotta work fast. The guys are going to be here tomorrow, just talked to them," Tig said.

"Any ideas?" Gemma asked with a sneer.

"Hey I didn't kill her, and I sure as hell don't own a copy of how-to-get-rid-of-a-body-for-dummies. And I didn't study forensics either. I'm not of much use here," Gwen said, walking back outside again. This was a fucking mess. She shook her head. How on earth was she able to keep so calm about everything.

"I thought you ran," Tig said as he walked outside, half an hour later.

"I did enough running for today," Gwen replied. "So how are we going to get rid of the body?" she asked him as if she was asking what was for dinner.

"You're not…."

"I'm not what? Upset that she's dead? No. I mean, at least that way she won't be able to fuck you again. Which is good," she said with a devious smile. Tig shook his head.

"Bachman, a cleaner, he'll be here soon. He'll take care of it," he told her.

"Sound interesting," Tig frowned.

"So what are we going to do?" He asked after a while.

"I dunno, what do you want?" Gwen asked. "Because I think I've said enough." She felt a little bit at loss here. She wanted to be angry at him, but at the other hand she wanted to forgive him and let things go back to normal. She kicked a lost stone at her feet. "I think we first need to get rid of this body, get somewhere where we're just with the two of us and not with a goddamn audience. We talk then."

"Yeah, you're right," Tig stated.

Nate returned sooner than expected and was unharmed. Gwen felt relieved about that. Something that was a little bit more interesting was Bachman. The cleaner was an interesting guy and somewhat crazy. Gwen decided that crazy was something that came with the life. Gwen had taken care of the 80's playlist and kept clear from all that was happening in the basement. Bachman made sure the body disappeared that night and took some money including a massive golden statue that depicted a typical sight of two hands, indicating that they were praying.

Jax and Clay were now present at the Lam and didn't know anything about what had transpired the day before. Gwen had walked out the house and got seated somewhere in the garden. She didn't think it was her place to drop in on the conversation at all. She wasn't even supposed to be here. It seemed like she always ran into places where she shouldn't be. It bothered her. It made her feel vulnerable. "Hey, could you help me pack?" Tara asked.

"Yeah sure," she told the brunette. She needed to get her mind of things. Gwen was doubting whether to tell Jax. She just hoped that Chibs had taken her advice. Gwen was working together with Gemma and Tara, trying to get things ready for Nate. Gwen walked up the stairs, checking up on Gemma. When she walked back downstairs into the basement she was surprised by what was happening. "

You wanna be an old lady? Act like one!" Jax yelled. "Do what you're told! Gwen felt herself tense up, he was furious. "Pack your shit and head back to Charming." It seemed to be a final straw as Tara started to kick around some boxes. She revealed the wheelchair and Gwen already felt another shit storm coming that could be possibly directed towards her as well.

"I just helped your mother kill someone. Is that old lady enough for you?!" Tara yelled. Gwen stood frozen on the stairs and saw Jax's posture change. Tara had revealed a wheelchair in which the caregiver apparently had been tied up to.

"What are you talkin' about?" He asked and he also looked at Gwen. Gwen looked at the ceiling. Why the hell did she needed to talk about that?

"The caretaker. She attacked your mother."

"What the hell did you do?"

"I had no choice it was self-defense. Tig helped us to get rid of the body." Tara admitted.

"You knew about this?" Jax suddenly looked at Gwen who sighed.

"Yes I knew," she admitted and Jax give her one dirty look

"Jesus! Why are you here in the first place?" He yelled.

"Found one more," Gemma said as she walked down the stairs with another box in her hands. "What?" she asked, but when she saw the wheelchair, Gemma knew what was up. "Shit."

"What happened?" Jax asked again.

"We gotta go," Clay ordered.

"I'm dealing with something," Jax said.

"Yeah so are Bobby and Piney," Tig stated. Gwen gave him a worried look and gestured towards the wheelchair. He shot her a questioning look, making her sigh.

"What's going on?" Clay asked, he seemed displeased.

"Apparently our lovely ladies, whacked the caretaker and that idiot helped them!"

"What?" Clay asked looking down at his right hand man.

"I just made a phone call."

"Jesus Christ. This later," Clay said with a low tone walking back up together with Jax, who muttered douchebag, leaving Gwen, Tara, Gemma and Tig

"What happened to, we can't tell Jax anything? You two girls are killing me!" Tig hissed and walked up stairs.

The rest of the day was hectic. Gemma had taken off and now was back in Charming in the hospital after her heart decided to malfunction due all the stress. Gwen had been afraid for a moment that she wouldn't survive it, but thank god the ambulance was at the scene in no time. The blonde sat outside of the hospital with a cigarette in her hand she had bumped from somebody else. The ride back to Charming was better than being in a car, but sitting behind Tig without having discussed all the things they needed to didn't feel right. Gwen still doubted whether she should bring the news of Abel directly to him, but she guessed in good faith, that Chibs already informed Jax. Tig came walking out and looked down at her. "Since when do you smoke?" he asked, with a disapproving tone.

"Since I'm freaking out," she told him throwing her cigarette away after it was just a small bud.

"It doesn't suit you," he told her. Gwen just shook her head and followed Tig towards his bike.

Clay would stay at Saint Thomas as long as he could and the staff would contact Clay whenever things changed. The blonde settled on his bike behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. They were riding towards Gwen's home, but he changed his mind last minute and rode past her house. "What are you doing?!" She yelled over the sound of the wind and the bike.

"Sit still!" Tig yelled back and grabbed her hand when he felt her grip slack. Soon they arrived at his house and Gwen jumped off the bike even before he killed the engine. She looked absolutely furious, but he could also see the insecurity as she bit the inside of her cheeks. She gave him his helmet back and followed him inside his house. Tig turned on the lights and walked into the living room. The blonde followed him and placed her backpack against the couch.

"So now what?" she scoffed. She was downright pissed off.

"You tell me," he replied with a calm tone. He placed his hands on his belt and stared down at Gwen who took a deep breath.

"I already told you what I want. There is only one question left to be answered Tig," Gwen stated looking at him. "Do you want to be with me?" He knew that question was coming and a silence fell between the two. He saw her fidgeting with her hands, when he still didn't answer his question. He was afraid, that he would be the one who fucked it all up again.

"Yes," he said.

"Then you need to start showing it," Gwen told him, her voice sounded strained. This was her way to keep her emotions in check.

"How?" He saw Gwen slowly walking towards him.

"For starters, you don't fuck with anybody else, but me," she told him seriously her fingers, taking a hold of his belt. He sighed as she looked up at him with her blue eyes. "I need you to be honest with me. Tell me what is going through that head of yours, the club, your life. I've been sleeping with you, but I know very little about you. It bothers me," she admitted. He could understand where she was coming from, he didn't know a lot about her either. Yes, Kozik told him about their situation at home in the past, but he never really heard it from her.

"Okay," he said after a long silence. "But I gotta lay down some rules for you too," he told her, she was biting her lip. "The club is my life, don't try to pull me away from it," she nodded, urging him to go on. "If you want to be with me, you gotta accept that. You gotta accept the club." Tig looked at Gwen, she was waiting for him to continue. "If I tell you to stay put, you stay put. I will keep you safe, but you got to listen. I need you to trust me."

"I will, just… don't hurt me," she barely whispered. Tig sighed and cupped her face with both his hands.

"I won't deliberately hurt you, Guinevere. Ever," she nodded and apparently that was all she needed to hear. He moved her towards the couch and Gwen sat on her knees and leaned forward. She pressed her lips carefully against his. Tig enjoyed the softness of her lips against his and he took his time savoring the feeling. Tig pulled his head back and looked back at Gwen. "You're the one tellin' your brother, because I'm not gonna to," he stated. Gwen gave him a lopsided grin.

"Don't worry about that, just yet. All in due time," she said with a husky voice. Gwen's hands went to his cut, pulling him on top of her on the couch. Tig grinned down at her. A smile played on her lips. He realized she still had her leather jacket on and zipped it open, revealing a simple white long sleeved shirt. He straddled her and sat up. Gwen sat up, making it easier for him to remove her jacket. She let out a giggle when her arm got stuck in on off the sleeves. Tig let out a frustrated groan, stood up and pulled her from the couch. She shrugged off her leather jacket and looked up at him with a grin on her face.

He backed her up against the wall and kissed her neck, a moan escaped her lips. She smelled like the road, a hint of smoke, and something that he couldn't quite pinpoint. His hands traveled towards her ass and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist in response. Tig eagerly kissed her mouth and she responded with the same urgency. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and Tig could feel himself growing harder every second. Her arms dangled over his shoulder and one of her hands quickly went into his hair.

Gwen felt herself becoming dizzy. "Hold on," he whispered. Gwen made sure her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist as he moved away from the wall. Tig walked towards the hallway and stood still near the stairs. Gwen realized his predicament and stood back onto her own two legs. She kicked off her boots and walked up the first two stairs, giving him a look over her shoulder. She could see the hunger in Tig's eyes, making her smile. She bit her lip and slowly removed her plain white long sleeved shirt revealing her white bra. She continued walking up the stairs and removed her bra as well.

"Jesus," she heard Tig whisper softly in awe. She enjoyed the effect she was having on him. Tig still stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at her. Gwen swallowed and could feel her cheeks heating up. She undid the button of her jeans and soon the zipper followed as well. She pushed her jeans down her legs and stepped out of them. She kicked off her socks and there she stood at the top of the stairs, only in a simple pair of panties.

Gwen felt that her breath hitched a little as Tig kept on standing there, at the bottom of the stairs, observing her. She wondered where she found that kind of courage to display herself like that in front of him. She nervously bit her lip and she slid her thumbs underneath the fabric of her panties. She knew that her cheeks were colored and his gaze only made it worse. She slowly took them off with her back turned towards Tig. She stepped out of her panties and looked down over her shoulder to the man she hoped to seduce. Gwen gave him a smile and opened the bedroom door and walked into his room.

Tig watched her disappear into his bedroom and took a deep breath. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? She kept on surprising him. When she bended over and removed her panties, revealing her completely naked body to him, he had hard time controlling himself. Tig took a deep breath and kicked off his boots. He slowly walked up the stairs, trying to pace himself.

When he walked into the lit bedroom he saw Gwen lying on his bed. One hand was playing with her left breast as the other was somewhere lost in her dirty blonde manes. Tig hung his cut over his chair and placed his gun on the nightstand and pretended to ignore the blonde as best as possible. He was hoping that the hand in her hair would slowly move down below, but that never happened.

Tig stood at the end of his bed and finally she dared to look at him. Gwen stopped with all her movements and just looked up at him, he cheeks flushed, her eyes bright. Tig was about to remove his clothing on his own when Gwen suddenly got to her knees and moved towards the end of the bed. He grabbed her by the chin and kissed her. Her tongue touched his lips, asking for entrance which he permitted her gladly. In the mean while her hands went to his belt and unbuckled it.

"You dirty little girl," he told her as her hand went into his jeans as soon there was a more space there for her hand. His eyes closed in bliss as she pressed her hand against his members through the fabric. "You got any idea what you're doing to me?" he asked her.

"You got any idea what it does to me when you keep me waiting?" He opened his eyes and saw her grinning at him as she pulled her hand away from him. That moment he lost it. He quickly undid is shirt, got rid of his jeans and other articles of clothing and pushed Gwen back on the bed. He covered her with his body, his hands pawing at her breasts. His mouth crashed against hers, making her moan. She grabbed his right hand and guided it between her legs. She let out a small gasp, quickly followed by a loud moan as he pleasured her, by slowly sliding his fingers slowly through her wetness. Her hand that guided him there, wrapped around his shaft.

"Fuck Gwen," he groaned.

Gwen felt her breath becoming more irregular as they continued to touch each other. Gwen was growing more and more impatient and pushed Tig on his back. "Stay put," she told him, giving him a quick peck on his lips. She slid open the drawer of his nightstand and got out a condom and slipped it around his member. Gwen straddled him and slowly guided him inside of her.

Gwen watched Tig intently as she slowly lowered herself further onto his dick. She let out a gasp as she felt how he fitted inside of her. His hands went towards her hip, his rough fingers caressing her skin. She started to move slowly. Gwen saw the look of lust in Tig eyes, making her feel wanted as she rode him. Tig sat up and his hand pulled her head back, giving him access to Gwen's neck and breast. Gwen let out another moan and moved herself on top off him. "If you're leaving another hickey…" she warned him.

"Relax babe," he told her and carefully rolled her onto her back. He slowly moved back inside of her. "Keep your eyes open, doll," he whispered as he slowly started to move inside of her.

Tig groaned as Gwen tried to meet his thrusts. She bit her lip, trying to keep her moan inside. "Oh my god Tig," she whimpered. Tig kissed her breasts, sucked her nipples. He loved how her nails were slightly scratching his back, trying to hold on. "I'm getting close," she cried out. Tig met her thrusts with a bit more vigor, making Gwen cry out louder. She was enjoying herself underneath him and he loved the way how she responded to him.

"Come for me babe," he groaned in her ear, feeling her getting closer. He felt her back arch and her nails dug deeper in his back.

"Tig!" she cried out as she reached her point.

"Fuck Gwen," Tig groaned as she continued to move inside of her. When he felt her muscles constricting around his member once again, he reached his point as well. He laid on top of her, supporting himself on his forearms. Her breathing was labored and Tig could see the sweat on her brow. She moved up and kissed him gently on the lips. Tig moved slowly out of her and wrapped the condom up, before out of bed and throwing it away. Gwen already turned on her side underneath his blanket. He lifted up the covers and pulled her closer against his chest, her back towards him. Tig pressed his lips on the top of her head. She was already asleep. It didn't surprise him. He was exhausted as well.

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