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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.
CHAPTER 8: ABLAZE
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Tig opened up the door to the fridge and lazily scanned the selection for something that he hoped would tickle his fancy and take his mind off of what he knew Sydney was doing upstairs right now - landing some leftover Chinese food. She had said that he could help himself, but he knew that he would suffer the consequences if he ate her precious fried rice without asking - and that was out of the question.
"Hey, Syd?" He called down the hall, getting no answer.
He'd fully intended on calling her name again as he neared the staircase, but the golden hue that was coming from her bedroom created a heavenly pull that he couldn't resist... He slowly crept up the steps, padding closer to the open door where her glowing frame came into view - the soft light hitting her bare legs as she changed out of her clothes.
Sydney slid on a pair of thick leggings, standing in her bra before she walked over to her dresser and peered into the attached mirror while she twirled her necklace between her fingers, making eye contact with the mesmerized man standing in the doorway behind her.
"I guess I should've suspected voyeurism by now." She smirked knowingly.
Tig chuckled, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck nervously before he looked back up - meeting her eyes in the mirror with that same look that she'd seen before. It was deeper than just lust... He wasn't just looking at her body, he was looking at her.
He crossed the room slowly, tentatively - like he wasn't sure if she wanted him to or not - haphazardly placing his hands on her waist when he reached her.
Sydney felt herself shiver under his delicate touch, feeling her exposed skin breaking out in goosebumps. She placed her hands on his biceps where he was holding her as every muscle in her body tensed up - looking up at him before he leaned down and kissed her so deeply that it left her dizzy. She could feel the sparks flying as her heart pounded violently against her chest - an unfamiliar type of fear washing over her as she let him kiss her like she was precious; like she meant so much. It was a type of kiss that she'd never experienced before - a kiss that wasn't about hunger or need or torture, it was a kiss that was about passion and closeness.
She brought her hands up to his face as they both stood completely wrapped up in the tender embrace before she finally pulled away for air, meeting his eyes where she recognized the same fear... She stood on her tiptoes, kissing him again - hoping that her lips would tell him all of the things that her voice could not.
Before long, things began to heat up as their tongues twirled together - bringing each other as close as possible. Their bodies seemed to fit so perfectly together in a way that neither of them could understand - subconsciously searching for something that didn't feel right as they pulled, twisted, and turned - but there was nothing. It was like they were made for each other.
Sydney felt Tig's hands moving down to her ass as the encounter continued to escalate - pushing against his chest with her hands lightly. "Tiggy we-" She shook her head, searching for an excuse against all of the unfamiliar things that he was making her feel even though she didn't want it to stop.
"We have time, darlin." He whispered, resting his forehead against hers softly.
Sydney nodded softly, taking a shaky breath before kissing him again as she walked him over to her bed and sat him down on the edge.
Tig looked up at her, wrapping his strong arms around her as he nuzzled against her warm skin and she ran her fingers gently through his hair before he laid back - pulling her down on top of him where she now sat astride his hips. He moved his hands up her arms, caressing her skin with his fingertips until he reached her shoulders, bringing them back down until he found her hands.
Before he could continue, Sydney took his hands in hers and brought his arms up above his head before pressing them into the mattress softly where she began placing delicate, open mouthed kisses down his neck - working her way back up to his lips before letting go of her grip on his hands.
Tig cradled the back of her head once his hands were free, lightly grasping at her hair and supporting her back as he flipped them over - not breaking the bond between their lips. He pulled away to look at her, brushing some loose strands of hair out of her face and grazing her cheek with his thumb as she trembled below him. Neither of them had to say anything, they both knew.
Sydney sighed when he leaned back down into another passionate kiss, feeling her nervous body beginning to relax when a ringing phone snapped them both out of the spell that they'd slipped under. She chuckled, shaking her head as she reached around and grabbed the burner out of his back pocket.
Tig smiled down at her as he flipped the phone open. "Yeah." He barked into the speaker, leaning down to reattach his lips to hers as she giggled against his mouth "Yeah brother, we're just at her house, bout to head to Ope's." He pulled away to respond - his eyes widening when she hooked her fingers into the collar of his hoodie to pull him down to her lips this time. "Okay, see you soon." He chuckled against her lips, pulling away once again to finish the call before snapping the phone shut. "We gotta get going." He whispered, giving her one last kiss as he got up off of her and left the room.
Sydney pulled on a black fitted t-shirt - humourlessly chuckling as she remembered Juice's comment about her impractical footwear while she slipped into a pair of black Nike running shoes. She gathered her hair into a tight ponytail on the top of her head, nicely showing off the dark hickey from the night before. She hopped down the stairs, bouncing with excitement as she walked into the kitchen to meet Tig where she saw that her leftover Chinese food had been warmed up and was waiting for her with a plastic fork on the island.
"For the road." Tig winked, rounding the island and grabbing her keys off the counter.
"I'm surprised you didn't eat it." She scoffed.
"And deal with you in the car for an hour? Wouldn't dream of it." He groaned.
Sydney laughed out loud - the man had a point. "Thanks, Tiggy." She said with a shy smile, turning towards the door when she felt him behind her as he swiftly bent down and placed a peck on her exposed hickey, winking as he walked in front of her.
She felt the warm blush spread across her cheeks - biting her lip as she pulled open the closet door and grabbed a black leather jacket, shrugging into it on the way to the car.
"Wow..." Tig drawled as she came into view. "Is it possible that you look sexier with more clothes on?" He squinted, practically drooling over her heist attire.
"Eat your heart out, baby." She cooed, playfully shimmying for him.
"Oh darlin, I have every intention." He nodded with a growl.
Tig waited to pull into Opie's driveway as Sydney backed the truck out after retrieving the keys from the mailbox. Once he parked her car, he jogged over to the driver's side where she was waiting. "C'mon we gotta get goin." He groaned impatiently, opening the door and motioning for her to move out of the way.
"No way!" She patted the passenger seat.
Tig grimaced, complying begrudgingly - only on the basis of avoiding Clay chewing him out for being late after he'd already received a warning call.
Once they arrived back at the clubhouse, Sydney went straight to the dorm that Happy was staying in to retrieve her weapons. She'd given them to him to clean the day before, knowing that her first table meeting meant that they would soon be put to use.
She'd planned on knocking like a civilized human being, but decided against it when she heard moaning outside the door - figuring that she would just grab her belongings so that he could get back to it, assuming that he'd grabbed a crow to blow off the steam he undoubtedly acquired from not being included in tonight's hit. She walked in, seeing the tattooed man pistoning a blonde from behind. Definitely blowing off steam.
Happy stopped his thrusting when the door flew open, whipping his head to see Sydney as the blonde on her hands and knees before him widened her eyes and immediately started screaming at her to get out and wait her turn.
Sydney snorted, crossing her arms and raising a brow at the woman challengingly which made her reluctantly quit her whining - huffing with a roll of her heavily lined eyes. She smiled smugly and waltzed over to the desk where she spotted her gold engraved Glock 17 and pink silencer.
Once Happy realized that she was just fetching her property, he resumed what he was doing - he'd never been one to care about having an audience. But he stopped once again when the sound of the silencer being attached got his attention - a sound that only Happy Lowman would be able to pick up on over the moans of a woman taking his cock.
"You goin with them?" He asked with a raised brow and an upturned lip. The croweater huffed in frustration, shutting up once again as he bucked his hips into her punishingly.
"Ope's not coming. Needed someone for pyro."
Happy sat on it for a second before curtly nodding, deciding that this was acceptable - unable to help himself from smirking over his correct prediction about Opie. "Cuidado." He told her firmly.
The cold command in his tone fell on deaf ears as Sydney knew that he only spoke in Spanish when there was something sentimental to be shared between the two of them - or when they were fighting. "Siempre." She gave a soft nod.
But the moment was broken with another scoff from the croweater who had tried Sydney's patience one too many times. She crossed the room quickly - the scrawny blonde trying to scramble away but Happy used his position to keep her in place. She grabbed a fistful of stringy, box-dyed hair, ripping the girl's head back into an excruciating position.
"Try to rush me again-" She sneered with her teeth gritted and eyes full of fire as tears immediately sprung to the woman's eyes as she tried to shake her head out of the tight grip. "And I will cave in those botoxed fucking cheeks. Only warning. Understand?"
The blonde nodded as best she could in the trying position before Sydney let her hair go - throwing her head down for good measure. Happy ripped out of her and pushed her forward, making it obvious that she wouldn't be getting what she started this scuffle over.
Sydney chuckled when she face-planted into the mattress. "Sorry, Hap. If you need a replacement, let me know." She winked at him playfully as she strolled out of his room.
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Jax and Chibs were surprised to see Sydney at the rendezvous - getting a sigh and shake of the head from Clay when they looked to him for an explanation.
Sydney's lips curled up as she watched the exchange, grabbing her gun and cocking it dramatically, "Come on, boys." She cooed seductively before strutting out the door.
"You got your hands full with that one." Jax smiled smugly at Tig who followed her out the door as if the earth's gravitation was pulling him after her.
"We all do." Clay sighed.
The guys had let Sydney take the lead on the drive - she'd planned on cutting them off and forcing it anyways, but this was much easier. Tig chuckled in mock-disapproval at her reckless driving habits; the way that she barely held the steering wheel with a single finger while a cigarette dangled from her other hand and her left foot sat propped up on the seat with her head resting against her knee.
They drove mostly in silence - the radio on quietly for background noise as Tig stared at her longingly most of the way, and she tried her hardest not to squirm under his gaze.
Eventually they approached the road leading to the industrial area, spotting a lone Mayan riding along the straight road in front of them - likely heading to the warehouse. "Shit." Sydney pulled over as Jax pulled the van up beside them.
"How do we wanna do this?" Clay asked.
"Can't guarantee a clear shot unless we get close, man... Risk spookin him." Tig shook his head. "That Mayan spots us and gets on the horn for backup? We're as good as dead." He concluded as Sydney looked around for a solution.
"I have an idea..." She told them as she spotted a steel rod in the bed of the truck. "Stay on me until I give you a signal." She gave no time for anyone to argue with her as she pulled ahead of the van, gaining speed on the rider. "Take the wheel." She looked to Tig after making sure that Jax was right on their tail.
"What?" He protested in confusion.
"You wanted to drive, now take the wheel!" She screeched impatiently. Tig scowled but quickly grabbed it as she turned her attention to opening the sliding back window.
"What in the name of Christ is she doing?" Chibs yelled as he watched Sydney climb out of the window and into the truck bed where she stayed down low.
"Pull up on his left." She called from the bed of the truck, signalling for Jax to go right as she grabbed the steel rod.
Luckily, the sound of the roaring chopper masked the sound of the truck's exhaust as Tig neared the rider. This plan would let the Mayan think that Tig was just an impatient driver - keeping his attention away from the van so that she could trip the bike before he knew that there was trouble.
Sure enough, the Mayan whipped his head around to give Tig the finger when Sydney leaned over and threw the steel rod into the spokes of his wheels, causing it to roll where Chibs shot him in the head from the side door as they drove by.
Sydney climbed back through the window with a proud smile etched on her face, sitting pretty with her legs crossed and her hands in her lap as Tig looked at her in awe.
"What the hell, baby?" He gawked with a lazy smile and a twinkle in his eye.
Sydney smirked at him, lifting her legs to rest over his lap as she began directing him where to go - weaving in and out of alleyways and access roads.
"How the hell do you remember this?" He spat as he pulled up behind the correct warehouse.
Sydney theatrically turned to face him as she swung her legs down and inched closer. "You aren't seriously telling me that I'm taking the Sergeant at Arms by surprise again, are you?" She slowly slid her hand towards the growing bulge in his pants.
Tig didn't say anything, instead responding by leaning closer as he twitched under her touch. His lips were almost at hers when they heard the door of the van slam behind them - her hand ripping away before she smiled evilly at him and hopped out of the truck where she was met by the discerning smirks of the three men who had seen the entire encounter through the back window of the truck that she had momentarily forgotten was not tinted. She ignored them, looking down with a bashful smile as she walked around to the back of the van to grab a blow torch.
Tig got out of the vehicle after trying to adjust himself in his pants where he met the same questioning gaze. "What?" He groaned. Jax nodded to his very obvious erection as all of the men snickered.
"Am I doing this alone?" Sydney barked impatiently from the back of the van, the men widening their eyes to one another in mock-surrender - rounding the van where Tig grabbed the other blow torch.
"How old are you anyway, Princess?" Jax asked as he watched the young girl move with the precision and confidence of an expert.
"What's wrong, VP? You scared of a little jailbait?" She smirked as she tucked her torch under her arm and walked away.
Tig's eyes widened when she posed the threat that he hadn't even considered - he knew she was young, but he hadn't realized that she was that young.
"Turned twenty-two in April, talked to Packer already." Clay raised a hand to stop his worry, winking at him.
"Oh brother, I'd do time for that ass." Tig shook his head with a grimace.
"Perimeter sweep." Clay instructed when they caught up with Sydney outside of the gate. "Jax and Chibs, you take the left - bring the supplies. Princess, you're with me and Tigger on the right. We meet inside." Everyone nodded, Sydney and Tig handing the equipment off to Jax and Chibs before everyone drew their guns and began their stalk.
Sydney, Tig and Clay were rounding the right side of the building next to another warehouse when they saw two Mayans standing with a bald, white man.
"What the hell is a Nord doing here?" Clay sneered, confusion heavy in the hollows of his eyes.
"Darby... Him and Alvarez must be workin together to flood drugs into Charming and push us out." Tig said in realization.
It all made perfect sense; the way that Alvarez's balls had seemed to double in size overnight when he'd made the bold decision to torch the warehouse, the way that Darby's crank was suddenly showing up inside Charming - it was because the two had joined forces.
"That's Whistler." Tig referred to the Nord - Darby's second in command.
Clay peered around the side of the building, fucking behind a dumpster a few yards up the wall - getting closer to the men and signalling for the pair to follow. Tig placed his hand on Sydney's lower back, nodding for her to go first. Once they were all safely concealed, they noticed that all three men were carrying AKs... Their AKs.
"Those are the guys from earlier today." Sydney recognized the two Mayans walking alongside Whistler.
Clay peered around the metal bin, raising his gun at the men who were standing some thirty yards away with their backs turned. The President was about to begin open firing when his gun was yanked down by a dainty hand on the barrel.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He whispered as rage filled his chest, the low velocity not serving to make his voice any less terrifying.
"We keep them alive." She explained as Tig sat frozen in his crouched position - shocked by her boldness. "Press them for the intel about Darby - find out exactly what we're dealing with straight from the source."
"And how the fuck do you suggest we sneak up on these assholes and get them to hand over their guns, huh? Princess." Clay sneered.
"Well, that's what I'm here for." She shrugged with a devilish smirk, slipping the knife out from the inside of Tigs boot as she spoke - the knife that he'd never told her was there.
The dark haired man scowled as she used it to cut open her shirt, revealing her cleavage which quickly turned his scowl to a look of surprise as he and Clay both blinked a few times in an attempt to refocus their distracted eyes. She yanked the elastic out of her hair and flicked it at Tig, laughing as she let her long locks cascade down her back. She winked as she slid his knife back into its sheath before running a hand along his jaw while he looked at her hazily, tucking her gun into the back of her waistband as she stood and ran out from behind the dumpster - stopping in her tracks and beginning to stumble around towards the men.
"Hey boys! I told you I would be back." She pointed and wagged her finger at them with a seductive grin.
The Mayans glanced at each other as they recognized the girl from earlier in the day... The girl that had promised she would be back to properly thank them for helping her.
"Aye, chicka! You find your boss?" He asked, nodding to his partners as they began stalking up to her.
"I sure did." She flashing a grin. "Now I'm here to thank you boys for helping me out." She cocked a brow, the men taking that as their cue as they approached her quickly, backing her against the wall.
Tig stiffened at the sight of them touching her, lunging forward out of instinct but Clay held him back. "Easy, brother." He told his Sergeant, watching him squeeze his eyes shut and nod as he collected himself.
Sydney watched Tig and Clay approach with a wicked grin as the men pulled at her clothes, ripping her gun out from behind her and pressing it into the ribcage of the Mayan who was whispering in her ear. The two other men went to draw their guns on her, but Clay and Tig stopped them with the barrels of their guns against their heads.
"No bang bang, por-favor." Clay whispered to the Mayan he'd taken hold of, turning his attention to the man that Sydney was holding. "You tell your guys that if they steal from SAMCRO, they get some of this." He pulled the trigger on his hostage.
Sydney's eyes flashed at the sight of his blood, a tingle working its way up her spine. She moved her gun up to the Mayan's temple as Tig collected their guns, ordering them inside where they met back up with Chibs and Jax who had found all but one crate of the stolen AKs.
"What the hell?" Jax questioned when he saw one of Darby's guys.
"Looks like Darby's shit ended up on his to-do list after all." Clay announced.
Jax and Chibs interrogated the men while Sydney and Tig held them at gunpoint, finding out that Alvarez had indeed struck a deal with Darby to snuff out SAMCRO. After finding out what they needed to know, Clay and Jax brought the men outside while Chibs loaded the recovered AKs into the van and Sydney and Tig got to work on retaliation.
Sydney got started lighting up the back of the building, her senses roaring to life as the flames from her torch began to catch. A warm rush of satisfaction took over her body as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the smoke that was beginning to billow around her as she felt back in her element for the first time in weeks.
Tig's eyes widened as he watched her set the place ablaze, twirling around with the torch in hand. He walked over to her in a haze, beginning to light up the wall opposite to the one she was working on where the sound of the second blow torch snapped her out of her trance long enough to meet his eyes which were wilder than she had ever seen them before. She grinned wickedly as she gave into the pull - walking towards him completely captivated. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her off of the ground, her legs wrapping around his hips while he spun her around and she reignited her blow torch.
"What in the hell am I fuckin watchin." Chibs deadpanned from the doorway with a raised eyebrow.
Tig finally put her down when the interior of the building was bright and hot - the two of them running towards the door laughing maniacally. Sydney grabbed the whiskey full bottle of diesel fuel, standing a few feet from the entrance as she made sure that everyone was ready to go the second that she launched the bottle. The remaining Mayan was being held at gunpoint in the van by Chibs who would release him to relay the message to his club - while the Nord had been bound, gagged, and placed in the bed of Opie's truck.
"Light it up!" Chibs screamed before she underhand tossed the bottle into the doorway, making a run for it, hand-in-hand with Tig. Just as they made it safely to the truck, the roof of the building blew open.
"I've always loved fireworks." Sydney said dreamily with her eyes glued to the flames, admiring her work as Tig grabbed her hand from where he sat next to her, just as captivated by the sight.
The two vehicles headed for the exit of the warehouse lot, stopping for Chibs to open the sliding door and push the Mayan out. "I trust you two can take care of that one?" Clay asked the wild pair smugly, nodding his head towards the bed of the truck.
Sydney looked behind her to see the Nord lying wide-eyed, muffling through the gag in his mouth. "Yeah, you can." She said low as a sadistic look washed over her.
"Those sick fucks are perfect for each other." Clay chuckled to Jax and Chibs as they drove off back to Charming.
Tig drove to a secluded, forested area outside of Oakland where they could safely take care of Whistler. Sydney rolled her window down - taking a deep breath and inhaling the sweet forest air as the truck rolled down a dirt pathway.
"Seem to know where you're goin." She questioned playfully as she lit a cigarette, savouring the feeling of the breeze on her cheeks.
"We got burial sites all over Northern Cali, darlin."
"I should've known." She chuckled.
"Did I... Did I just manage to take the princess by surprise?" He put his hand over his heart in mock-surprise.
"Wouldn't be the first time, Tigger." He was about to question her further about what exactly she meant by that but before he could say anything, she changed the subject. "This place reminds me of home." A trace of sadness could be heard in her voice.
"A deserted forest?" He raised a brow.
"I like my alone time." Her lips curled up.
"You and Hap really are alike." He scoffed. "You miss it?" His eyes squinted as he steered the conversation in a more serious direction.
"Nah. Nothin for me there."
"And there is here?" Of course he knew what Charming held in store for her on multiple fronts - but he wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to hear whatever smug answer she would come up with.
"I could think of a thing or two." She smirked, looking him up and down.
"Come on, doll. No friends, family?" He paused for a second. "Boyfriends?"
Sydney snorted. She'd guessed that they would be having their own relationship conversation sooner rather than later, but she hadn't expected him to be testing the waters this soon. "Slim pickings back home." Tig raised a brow. "Come on, Tiggy. You and I both know those San Bernardino pretty boys can't keep up with me."
"Won't argue with you there, Pussycat." He chuckled. "What you need is a man." He nodded suggestively. "SAMDINO Princess must've been off limits." He surmised - the only conclusion that made sense as to why she'd never had a boyfriend. The two had gotten to know each other very well, but family and relationships were a sensitive topic - a sensitive topic that they avidly danced around - trying to get the answers that they desired through the cryptic games that they played instead of asking directly.
"SAMDINO Princess was off limits, but the SAMCRO Princess ain't." She winked before dropping the facade. "Nah, off limits as a sweetbutt. But my dad always wanted me to find someone - even if it ended up being a brother. He kinda knew it would be, I just never did." She shrugged. "I could never be with an outsider, with the way that I am..."
"Don't worry, Princess - you'll meet your knight on a shining Harley one day." He joked, the lightness of the statement fading quickly as he thought about her being with somebody other than him.
"Yeah... One day." She gave a small smirk, the playfulness in her eyes chasing away his worry and replacing the pit in his stomach with butterflies - a foreign but not completely unwelcome feeling.
"No boyfriends, okay... What about friends and family?" He continued his inquisitions after getting a solid answer.
"My dad was all that I had for real family." She shrugged. "The DINO guys, sure - but they're different from SAMCRO..." She trailed off, once again realizing how different the two charters really were. The SAMDINO Sons were like family to her - but it was a kind of distanced family, like a bunch of uncles or cousins that you only see on holidays. They were all brothers under the reaper - yes, but they didn't have a bond like SAMCRO did. They were far less die hard, giving members much more time for family and friends outside of the club - which most would be grateful for - but for Sydney, the club was her family, so adjusting to SAMCRO where the club was the only way of life had been a cakewalk. This was where she belonged.
"I had a few friends throughout school." She shrugged again. "Guys I'd bring around for fun so that the club wouldn't hassle me." She chuckled. "But they were just people to pass the time with until I finally got to leave."
"You don't miss any of them?"
"I just don't get attached to people easily, I guess... And anyone I actually like is always on the road." She chuckled humorlessly at her luck. "Hap is my best friend, and he's here, so there's nothing to miss - except the beach." She smiled nostalgically before diverting the lingering attention off of herself. "What about you? You still have lots of girls to tell me about." She teased, raising her eyebrows up and down playfully.
"Nah." Tig snickered. "The whole relationship thing was never really my bent. Girls don't get me."
"They're silly girls. What you need is a woman." She winked, dropping her facade and lowering her voice. "You ever love someone before?"
"Long time ago, darlin..."
"What about family?"
"Fucked around too many times for my daughters to see me as anything more than an ATM machine." He shrugged sadly.
"I'm sorry..." She could hear the pain and bitterness in his flat tone as he discussed the shortcomings of his past.
"It's okay, doll. I earned that. I'm not a good person, I gotta live with that." He nodded.
"Yeah, I know how that feels." She trailed off. She wanted to comfort him; tell him all of the good that she saw in him - but she understood the feeling as well as he did.
The truck came to a stop when they reached a clearing and Tig grabbed the door handle - pausing and looking back to Sydney. "You're an angel, darlin." His words were full of sincerity, his eyes penetrating her soul as he spoke before getting out of the truck.
Sydney's stomach flipped, unsure of how to react as she shook her head, but deciding that she would figure her shit out later - there were more important things to take care of right now.
Tig lowered the tailgate of the truck which Sydney stepped onto and waltzed to the back where she pressed her shoe against the Nord's cheek, tipping his face up to look at her before she rolled him over towards Tig who grabbed his tied wrists and brought him to his feet. He held the barrel of his gun to the man's head and dropped him to his knees, getting ready to pull the trigger when he was interrupted.
"No!" Sydney begged desperately.
Tig looked up, confused and slightly annoyed with his brows furrowed as he sharply exhaled, waiting for an explanation.
"Please, Tiggy... Let me do it." His expression softened and the stars in his eyes returned.
"Well alright, darlin" He smirked with pleasant surprise, watching her cock her gun and place the barrel against the back of the Nord's head, slowly dragging it towards the front and stopping in the middle of his forehead.
"Oh, baby - let me take this off for you." She said sweetly, removing her gun from him and tracing his face in her palm as he cried and screamed against the gag before she pulled it from his mouth. "Is that better?" She asked softly, comfortingly.
"Please, please let me go. I promise I-" His begging was cut short as she whipped her gun back to his forehead and pulled the trigger - his lifeless body crashing to the forest floor.
Tig was completely motionless as he watched the scene unfold, unable to comprehend what had just happened. But what he was able to comprehend however, was how badly he needed her.
Sydney blinking a few times through her adrenaline-blurred vision, looking up at Tig where they both stood breathing heavily before he stalked over to her and she practically leapt into his arms. She kissed him fiercely and in an instant his hands were all over her. Clothes started flying as he ripped her shirt the rest of the way open while she worked on his belt buckle. He laid her down in the bed of the truck where he got between her legs, yanking her leggings down along with her panties in one swift tug - using the other to pull down her bra and expose a breast. Her nipple hardened instantly in the cool night air before he took it in his warm mouth, the contact making her whimper in pleasure before he moved back up to her mouth while pushing his boxers down.
Sydney held him to her lips firmly by the neck as he slid into her, bringing her to heaven all over again. He bit and sucked bruises in a trail from her neck down to her chest as he thrusted into her desperately while her nails dug into his back, drawing blood in the heat of the moment which caused him to bite into her collarbone even harder. She cried out loudly in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he gently sucked the wound, easing the pain with his tongue.
Tig pulled back with a smirk of satisfaction as he felt her clenching around him while she moaned, he loved marking her. He wanted everyone to know that with no doubt, she was his. But the breeze of the night hitting the fresh scratches on his back reminded him that while she was his, he was hers - spurring him on further as he took her hands in his and pressed them against the bed of the truck above her head while he looked into her eyes.
Sydney felt a wave of emotion hit her, a pit forming deep in her stomach when he looked at her like that again - the feeling only intensifying as the moonlight made his eyes look more white than blue.
Tig slowed his pace when he saw something change in her eyes, looking at her with even more care and concern as he silently asked her what he was too scared to say out loud.
"You have pretty eyes." She breathed out innocently with a soft smile.
Tig could feel his heart melting, stopping his movements completely. He removed one of his hands from hers, bringing it down to cup her face tenderly - caressing her cheek with his thumb before he kissed her softly.
Sydney felt the pinch behind her eyes as he touched her so delicately in a way that she'd never been touched before - like she was special instead of different, unique instead of out of place. They were both having the same internal battles - completely beside themselves with this new intimacy. Tig was a kinky bastard; he loved the screaming, the roughness, and the dirty talk - and Sydney wasn't much different, but the way that her body responded to his was better than any scream or filthy request that he could think of. With her, he could have both - he could work out his kinks and dominance, but also show his love and appreciation.
She hesitated when he kept his appreciative gaze on her as he began thrusting into her again - but much slower this time- before leaning up and kissing him deeply, her now free hand running gently through his curls.
Tig gently guided her to lay her head back down, pulling his lips away and leaning his forehead against hers. This sex was much different than the sex that they'd had the night before - this was passionate and sensual. This was no longer fucking, this was making love.
Twenty minutes later, Sydney laid in Tig's arms in the bed of the truck - the heat of their bodies combating the cool midnight breeze around them. Her head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as they shared a cigarette while she ran her fingers along his chest lazily, playing with his necklace while he stroked her arm.
"Don't break my heart, Tiggy." She uttered barely above a whisper.
Tig's heartbeat tripled as his mind began running laps, a function that Sydney could feel below her temple as he pondered what exactly it meant if he was able to break her heart. She froze, stopping the movement of her fingers across his chest, but his hand that had been drawing circles over her skin moved to grasp it lightly. He flipped his palm so that the back of her hand was against it as he laced his fingers through hers, bringing them to his lips as he kissed her knuckles gently and pulled her in tighter with the arm that was around her.
"I couldn't even if I wanted to, doll." He admitted with just as much emotion in his voice. For the first time in what felt like his entire life, he wanted something serious.
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Guy tied up in the back of the truck awaiting his death? Good time for a deep conversation!
Songs for this chapter
Play with Fire - Sam Tinnesz (ft. Yacht Money)
White Roses - Charli XCX
safety net - Ariana Grande (ft. Ty Dolla $ign)