A/N - This is long overdue, I'm so sorry! Enjoy - Stahl's in town and she's looking for trouble...

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Swift lay stretched out on the bed, her eyes firmly fixed on Tig as he snored beside her. She shouldn't have enjoyed that rampant fuck as much as she had, probably. Maybe it was his desperate need to finally get the chance to orgasm with her. She smiled at the thought as she tried to extricate herself from his grip, but he had a powerful hold on her and had no intention of letting her free. She wriggled a little and his grip only grew tighter as he hugged her to him roughly, his stubble burning her skin as he rubbed his face against her.

God, she wished she still had the heart to just stab the asshole and get out of there. It had been too long since she had just killed someone out of convenience. But she knew the rules, one more arrest on that and she'd be inside for good. She ran the palm of her hand over his stomach and watched his cock twitch back into an immediate erection. He was lucky, she guessed, she didn't like to kill men she'd slept with.

More boisterously, now, she shoved Tig off her and managed to sit up on the bed. At least with him zoned out like this, she could get on with a few things. Like working out what she could take and how she could go. She was loathe to steal another bike, she didn't fancy her guilt kicking in again but she didn't have much of a choice.

Tugging on his boxers as a pair of shorts and his black button up in place of a dress, Swift turned from side to side before dragging on her shoes. Her fingers swept across the surfaces quickly. Keys. Cash. Cigarettes. Lighter. Anything she could take would be useful. Tig travelled light, he had little of value but his gun would come in useful. She hesitated, it was on the bedside table, next to his head, but there was no choice but to just go and take it.

Kicking off her heels again, Swift tiptoes noiselessly across the room. She was holding her breath, her lungs were tight as she leaned over. Her fingers had just managed to wrap around the handle when Tig's hand suddenly shot out her and grabbed her wrist roughly, yanking her down onto the bed on top of him.

"Sticky fingers," he growled, straddling her quickly, knocking the gun out of her hand and to the floor as he pinned her wrists above her head. Swift yelped, she couldn't tell if his advance was sexual or just putting her back in her place but she gave him a rough knee in the lower back to make him let go.

"Just taking care of myself," she muttered, trying to shove him away. His palms in her shoulders were a lot less playful this time as he slammed her down.

"Me too." He put his hand to her throat. "Effie."

Swift struggled to prise his hand away, his grip was too tight and she could feel the air slipping from her. Tig waited until she was on the very brink of passing out before he let her go and sat up, leaning back on his heels as she fought to sit up. As she did, he looped his arm around her and pulled her into a kiss, fierce and possessive and overwhelming all in the same moment.

God, she barely knew what to do with him. Tig grinned as he gave her ass a slap and threw her back down on the mattress as he leaned over and picked up his gun. He looked at it for a moment before handing it to her.

"You should have just asked," he said. He watched as she scrambled with it and lifted it quickly, aiming at him. Tig chuckled, she wouldn't pull that trigger, he was positive. "Now now, don't be rude to your host."

"Oh please." Swift rolled her eyes. "All I've been trying to do is get away from you, you smug asshole."

Tig shrugged casually and motioned to the door. She wouldn't get far, he knew that already, he had already hD his notification for Hale prepped the second she left. "Then go." She looked at him suspiciously and he shrugged. "No, seriously, go. No skin off my fucking nose, I've had you, that's all I was after."

Swift looked at him in surprise, he was serious. Not letting go of the gun even for a millisecond, she nipped around him, snatching up her shoes as she went, keeping her eyes on Tig. He looked on non-chalantly, he'd have his money and more.

She was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Swift slipped straight out of the door and edged along the balconette towards the stairs. She wanted to get out, she needed to get free. She would have to skip LA now, she'd go somewhere else. New York, maybe. Rich men on Christmas trips, she could make a lot of money out there, it was just a quick five-hour flight and SAMCRO would be miles away.

As she kept herself to the wall, she paused as she heard voices. She looked up quickly, peering around the edge as she saw an unmarked police vehicle with a cop car sitting not far behind. Her eyes narrowed, unmarked meant only one thing.

"ATF."

She had barely managed to whisper it when she saw June Stahl climbing out of the car. Swift swallowed, not even daring to swear in case Stahl heard her. Fuck. So many levels of fuck. Stahl had been on her case for far too long, if there was one person who would be determined to arrest her, it would be that bitch. Swift panicked, glancing behind her as she hurriedly made her way back towards Tig. She'd need more than a gun and a motorcycle to escape Stahl. She'd need a goddamn miracle.

She'd barely knocked once when Tig pulled the door back and grabbed her, dragging her back inside and shoving his mouth onto hers roughly. "Couldn't stay away?" He grinned as he backed her against the wall and pushed his hand into her underwear. "I knew you'd want more, greedy little whore like you."

Swift tried to stammer that she needed cover but Tig wasn't interested, all he wanted to do was have her again. His hands roamed over her, his rough skin scratching against her perfectly moisturised body as it worked its way down her, wanting to explore her all over again. Swift's lips moved on his, urgently trying to give him enough of a kiss to allow her the freedom to step back.

"Tig, I-"

"Couldn't get enough?" He was already hard, trying to pull her clothing away to get inside her again. Swift groaned as he teased her with the tip of his cock, desperate to have her. "I should have known you'd want more of the Tigger when you got some."

Swift kept her lips buttoned shut as there was a heavy pounding on the door. Tig turned, frustrated, and in that split second, she threw herself to the ground and rolled beneath the bed. He looked for her for a second and chuckled to himself as he snatched up a towel and threw it around himself as he padded across to open the door. He pulled it back on the security chain with a scowl, looking out and frowning as he saw a police officer and a sour-faced woman standing there, her arms crossed. It wasn't Hale, but Tig knew it couldn't be good.

"Can I help you?"

"Agent Stahl, ATF." He swallowed, uncertain, but knew better than to look to Swift for an explanation. "Can I speak with you a moment?"

Tig laughed to himself, rolling his eyes. Of course she had managed to pull bigger heat onto them, why wasn't he surprised? He shut the door for a moment and took a breath before re-opening it. He stood in the doorway, blocking entry to the room but allowing Stahl's eager eyes to look in. Tig sneered at her in distaste, he already didn't like the look of her.

"Want something?" he asked. Stahl's nose wrinkled as she motioned to the unkempt bedroom.

"Are you entertaining?"

"Are you offering?" Tig grinned, toying with the edge of his towel. The desire to throw it down and watch the look on the woman's face was almost overpowering. "She left, husband to get back to or something probably. Women these days." He chuckled to himself, and Stahl looked at him condescendingly for a moment before easing into an ugly smile. "You looking for someone in particular?"

"Just had reports of a disturbance," she murmured quietly, annoyed that she couldn't see any sign of something to arrest Tig on on the spot. She had spotted the Harley parked out front and thought maybe, just maybe, she might get lucky and isolate one of SAMCRO. She'd secretly been hoping for some drug-fuelled mess but Tig looked altogether innocent as he sat there. Stahl frowned, she needed to find something and her lip twitched as she spotted something. Leaning through the gap Tig had left, she fished Swift's panties up on the end of her pen and waved them at Tig. "She leave you a souvenir?"

Tig grinned as he wrapped his hand around them and pushed them into his pocket. "Nah, baby, these are mine," he teased. "Sorry."

"Don't be." Stahl rolled her eyes. "You're a long way from home, aren't you? Charming?"

Tig could see she was looking for something. "Just on my way home, ma'am. Maybe I'll catch you there." He started to close the door but Stahl stopped him and he frowned. "You trying to hold me on something?"

She knew that she couldn't, more was the pity. Eventually she shrugged and let go. "No. Sir," she added with a chuckle. "I'll see you in Charming, I'm sure."

Tig gave the door a kick and waited for it to slam before he sighed. He bent down on the floor and lifted the ruffled edge of the bedding to see Swift lying perfectly still, her little cat-like eyes glowing up at him, grateful for the cover. He dragged her out, pushing her back against the bed almost instantly as he prowled over her and ran his hand over her hair.

"You are up to something," he growled softly. "So you've got one chance to tell me the truth, right now."