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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.

CHAPTER 11: AFTERMATH

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The week progressed since Sydney and Tig had made their relationship official over the weekend and the days were flying by - spending what little time that they could together while Clay had everybody working overtime scoping out ventures for the rebuild, doing damage control on the pending gun orders, and surveilling Darby and the Mayans. The new couple hadn't exactly come out and announced their union, but most of the guys had come to the conclusion that they were an item after seeing her go back to Tig's dorm after Opie's party where they spent the night - and every night after that - thoroughly christening his room of their new relationship. Sydney was sure tell Gemma though - she wasn't stupid enough to keep such news from the matriarch who was more than happy for the two of them.

Things within the club had only gotten worse with the news that came early Tuesday morning - that Jax's junkie ex-wife had overdosed in the home that they used to share together. She had been just under seven months pregnant with their son - almost killing herself and the baby who was born ten weeks premature by an emergency c-section. The likelihood of the baby surviving was still up in the air as the agonizing hours of anticipation turned to days. The surgery to repair the hole in his stomach had gone well thanks to Jax's ex-girlfriend - one of baby Abel's doctors - which did not sit well with Gemma - no matter whose life she was saving.

"It's gonna be fine, Gem." Sydney grabbed Gemma's trembling hand as she drove them down Main Street to St. Thomas hospital where Abel had been placed into an incubator after his surgery the day prior and would remain there until he made a full recovery - if that happened - during their Wednesday lunch break. "From what I've seen, Tellers don't go down easy."

Gemma chuckled, but Sydney knew that this had to be hard on her - the fresh reminder of the death of her youngest son... She'd heard through the grapevine that Thomas' death is what drove John Teller over the edge fifteen years ago and based on Gemma's brief stories about him, it seemed like maybe it wasn't as black and white as a simple run in with a semi-truck, which surely didn't resonate well with Jax over the years - whether he knew it or not. Sydney could tell that it was killing him too - whatever shit he was dealing with in regards to Clay and now this, but she worried that the tumultuous headspace would cause him to be reckless in a time where they needed to be smart and calculated.

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Tara greeted Gemma with Abel's updates, trying to be as professional as possible as she looked over the tramp that she'd brought with her - assuming that she was either a croweater, or Jax's new girlfriend.

Sydney gave the brunette doctor an obvious once over. Tara was a beautiful woman, but in a very different way than typical women in the club like her and Gemma were considered to be beautiful - she didn't look confident or sexy, but rather soft and natural.

"Hi, I'm Sydney." The blonde girl stuck her hand out and met Tara's with a firm grip.

Gemma had told Sydney all about Tara: Jax's first love - the reckless bitch who left him and fled for Chicago ten years ago when they were still teenagers. She was able to sympathize with Gemma's motherly instincts, but she had a feeling that she may be acting a bit unfavorably, so she decided that she was going to judge Tara on her own - not on the stories that she'd heard from the overprotective Matriarch. She liked and respected Gemma, but she didn't let respect and fondness blind her to the facts.

Tara cowered a bit under Sydney's striking green gaze and firm handshake, falling back on her professional duties as a safety net. "Everything from the surgery is still going well, but we need to talk about Wendy."

"What about her?" Gemma scoffed.

"She's still detoxing - won't stop crying. I was wondering if maybe you could talk to her. Just let her know that she's not alone."

Sydney snorted, earning an approving half-smirk from Gemma. "Trust me, nothing that I say to that crank whore is going to make her feel loved."

"You're right. I forgot just how forthright you can be." Tara snarked.

"Seem to have forgotten a lot of things, sweetheart." The doctor began squirming under Gemma's cryptic words. "Fine." She relented after glancing over at Sydney to see her devilish stare - the two thought alike, she knew just what that stare meant. She sauntered off to Wendy's room, leaving Sydney standing alone with Tara.

"You don't wanna go with her?"

"Why would I wanna do that?" Sydney scowled.

"Strike some fear into the competition." She shrugged sheepishly

"Oh." Sydney laughed in realization. "Nah, don't worry. I'm not coming for your man." She winked.

"Gemma's told you about us, huh?" She shifted uncomfortably at the memories that had been flooding her ever since she'd returned back to her home town when her dad had died a few months back.

"Bits and pieces." Sydney shrugged. "I'm helping out the club."

"I didn't know that women were allowed." Tara scowled.

"They aren't." Sydney smirked before she heard Gemma's heels nearing. "See you around, Doc." She waved goodbye to the meek woman, starting down the hallway to meet up with the conniving Matriarch.

"Does she feel less alone?" Sydney joked as she rounded the corner.

"Let's just say that she won't be fighting for custody." Gemma smirked.

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"Bother you?" Gemma asked Sydney on the drive back to TM when she noticed the usually perky woman staring out the window blankly.

"Huh?" Sydney came back to earth.

"Shit with Wendy, remind you of your mom?"

"Oh, no... Not as much as you might think." She shrugged.

"What do you mean?"

"Doesn't make me miss her if that's what you're asking, I don't connect shit like that to her." Sydney was technically telling the truth. She wasn't uncomfortable or missing her mother and she didn't even think to connect the two scenarios, but she knew subconsciously that the deep anger and hate she felt towards Wendy was stronger than it should've been.

When they got back to the garage, they heard a commotion as soon as they exited the vehicle - watching Jax, Bobby, and Chibs all getting on their bikes and peeling out of the lot. They shared a look before scurrying into the clubhouse to get to the bottom of things.

"What the hell was that about?" Gemma exclaimed to Clay who was sitting at the bar with his hands in his face.

"Found out one of Darby's guys sold Wendy the crank."

"Jesus Christ."

"Nazi shithead didn't take our messages too seriously... Guess we just need to try harder." Sydney plotted aloud.

"Guess so." Clay looked amused. "Church as soon as they get back, let everyone know." He tasked her.

"On it." Sydney beamed with excitement when he gave her a member's order.

She got to work carrying out her task: sending a text to Bobby and calling Juice, Opie, and Piney. Piney and Opie both seemed hesitant over the phone but they were polite to her anyways. She knew something was up with them - figuring it had to be Ope opting out because of his wife, and Piney struggling to choose between his son and the legacy that he helped build.

The only person that Sydney had left to call was Tig. She felt her stomach flutter as she fought the giant smile forming from the excitement - immediately wincing and rolling her eyes at herself.

Tig shielded his eyes from the sun while he stood at the beginning of a dirt path with Trammel where the two were scoping out Darby's possible cook sites around San Joaquin County. "Red house at the end of the road, been out here a few times but we aint got shit for a warrant."

Tig nodded when his phone started ringing. "Hey, baby." He answered, tenderness lacing his voice.

"Hi, Tiggy." She fought off another smile. "Clay called for church as soon as Jax and the others get back. Found out Darby's guys sold Wendy the crank."

"What? How the hell?" He muttered, surprised by the boldness of the redneck crew after all of their efforts thus far.

"I told you that Clay should've put me on surveillance." She teased.

"Yeah, yeah." He chuckled. "I'll be there soon."

Sydney marched down the hallway to collect the final member, stopping at the door that Happy had temporarily claimed as his; the door right next to Tig's... She giggled to herself, poor Happy. She rapped on the door with her signature knock pattern, knowing how much it annoyed him.

Happy pulled himself out of bed, stumbling over to the door and yanking it open to see Sydney grinning up at him, adding to the list of things that would successfully piss him off.

"Mornin, sleepy head. Up at the crack of dawn, I see."

"Was up late." He grunted.

She craned her neck to see a crow lying naked in his bed. "Mmm, I bet you were." She mused dreamily and licked her lips for show.

"Don't fuckin remind me why I've been up late the all week." He winced with a growl at the bitter reminder of the ongoing sounds that he'd had to endure of her and Tig fucking for the better part of each night.

"Awe why not, Vato?" She pouted. "You know I've always loved being your wingman, aint it time to return the favor?"

"Not when I gotta hear my Princessa gettin fucked by a brother." His features darkened instantly. Anyone else likely would've shit their pants at the sight of Happy's anger - but Sydney met it with a cocky smirk.

"Now you know how I felt all those years. My turn for some fun. Besides, you know it turns you on..." She cocked a brow wickedly. "Anyways, we have church when the others get back." She smiled sweetly and turned to walk away, snickering as she heard his disapproving grunt. "Miss me?" She called over her shoulder.

"I miss those pussy-ass decoys of yours." He longed for the days when Sydney would keep some tool on the hook for a few weeks, confuse everyone in the clubhouse, and then kick him to the curb.

"I don't." She snorted.

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An hour later, Sydney was seated at a full table, Piney and Opie included - clearly taking anything involving Abel very seriously.

"So uh, what's the Nords roster looking like these days?" Clay began.

"Fourteen, fifteen guys - few new kids breaking in."

"Still got meth labs outta Lodi - selling mostly to truckers, some Mexi-gangs." Juice added.

Clay looked to Tig - whom Sydney hadn't been able to take her eyes off of in his tight black shirt under his kutte - for an update from his outing with the cop.

"Checked out a couple sites that Trammel found, one of em looks like a lab for sure: barn on some secluded land - dirt road access on the outskirts of Pope."

"Call that Nazi Prick and set a meet." Clay ordered Juice. "How's his guy doin?

"Cheek bone fractured, broken nose, left nut swingin." Juice laughed while Half-Sack shifted uncomfortably.

"Yes, it was beautiful. That's my boy!" Chibs hollered to Jax at the recent memory of the way that he had speared the skinhead in his own clubhouse just hours ago.

"Shot or stabbed?" Sydney asked, taking a drag off of her cigarette while her eyes glimmered at the thought.

"Pool cue..." Jax told her while everyone laughed around him, but he didn't join them. "He's lucky he's still breathing." He huffed.

"Any luck up north? Laroy aint gonna wait on us much longer, got a shipment of heroin comin - needs protection."

"Tacoma can help with the Glocks, but there's no M4s anywhere man." Happy reported regrettably.

"We'll have the intel from Darby by the end of the day. We will get the rest of our guns back." The determination in Jax's voice was almost enough to cover how naive he sounded.

"You really think that Darby is just gonna hand us back our hardware as a gesture of good faith?" Sydney spat, not able to contain herself. She knew that he was just angry over the baby and she genuinely felt bad for him, but he needed a reminder that his emotions were not to come with him through that door if they weren't in the best interest of the club.

Jax whipped his head towards her when she openly questioned him, his face falling to that of uncertainty once he realized how he had sounded.

Clay smirked at Sydney's outburst before smacking the gavel, ending both the session and the tension in the room.

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"Come on, doll." Sydney looked up from the paperwork that she had been working on in the office to see Tig standing in the doorway as he motioned out to the compound.

"I get to come?" She was a little surprised. She knew that the whole crew was going to the meet with Darby for intimidation - and in support of Jax - but she hadn't completely expected to be included, not that she thought she didn't deserve it, of course.

"After what you did to him last time? We'd be stupid not to bring ya." He smirked.

"Well." She cocked an eyebrow. "Let me get changed and grab my shiv, and I'll be right there." They both chuckled as she followed him out the door.

Sydney grabbed the bag that had her change of clothes from the trunk of her car - she always knew to keep some practical clothing close by for a spontaneous job.

"You can go change in my room... Leave some stuff there if you want." Tig said quietly against her neck as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Sydney blushed, feeling bubbles rising in her stomach. She knew that this was his way of saying that he wanted her around - that he was serious about her. "You sure you want that?" She tilted her head all the way back, her forehead almost touching his chest as she smiled coyly.

"Yeah." He chuckled, kissing her on the forehead and closing the trunk for her. "Now hurry up." He slapped her ass with a grin.

Sydney giggled and ran off to his room where she changed out of her denim mini skirt and into a pair of black jeans - throwing a leather jacket over her white tube top before racing back out of the clubhouse where Tig was waiting for her by the door. She slowed down, smiling when she saw him before regaining her composure where she skipped past him.

"You forgettin somethin, pussycat?" He grabbed her hand to stop her cheerful stride.

"What?" She looked confused.

He tugged on her hand, bringing her crashing into his arms where she steadied herself against his chest as he kissed her sweetly. She smiled against his mouth - a gesture he mimicked - as her body buzzed with a euphoria that was unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

Half-Sack awkwardly stood in front of the entangled pair, attempting to make his move for a clear path out the door but hesitating each time. Eventually he saw his window, making a break for it as he sped past the two in the middle of their embrace - snickering before following him out.

Tig had his hand on the small of Sydney's back as he guided her towards his bike where she climbed on eagerly, looking forward to the ride because it meant that she got to shamelessly inhale his scent.

"Damn, babe." Tig stopped, lowering his sunglasses to eye the leather clad hottie sitting atop his Dyna. "Gonna have to get your own bike with the way you're looking on that."

"You gonna buy me one, Sergeant?" She mused.

"Might have to." He bit his lip and nodded slowly, looking her up and down.

Juice fake gagged but stopped immediately as Sydney and Tig both whipped their heads around and shot him the exact same threatening look. "Jesus." He muttered at the similarity between the odd pair.

The crew took off minutes later towards Darby's meeting spot: the diner in Pope where Clay had met him a few days prior. Upon arrival, Sydney unclipped her helmet and shook out her hair while everybody backed their bikes into formation outside of the establishment before beginning to file in, earning some dirty looks from the quiet suburban customers.

Darby was seated on the outside of a booth with one of his guys on the inside - their backs to SAMCRO while another guy stood beside the table, facing the entrance. Sydney snickered at how they all looked just the same as Darby - same beady eyes and balding head. She walked ahead of Clay, wanting to be the first one to greet him.

The man standing guard at the table took a step forward to stop her, standing down when Clay put his hand up. She stopped just behind Darby, removing her sunglasses and running a hand over his shoulder. "Nice to see ya again, Ernie." She cooed.

Darby flinched when he looked up to see her face. "What the hell is she doing he-"

"Ah-ah" She pressed her sunglasses to his lips, stopping him mid-protest. "Remember what I told you about talking to a lady." She ran the frame of her shades along the gash on his chest. "Mmm good, she's healing up nicely."

Clay chuckled, sliding into the empty bench in Darby's booth - Jax sliding in next to him. Sydney slid into the booth behind Darby, Tig sitting next to her while Chibs, Juice, Opie and Happy sat in an adjacent booth and Bobby sat behind Jax and Clay while Half-Sack stood by the door, and Piney watched the bikes outside.

Tig gripped Sydney's thigh firmly while she twirled her fingers around gently in his curls, resting her palm on his shoulder - soaking up the joy she felt by the minuscule way that their hands stayed on one-another, no matter what the situation was.

"A little get well present for your guy." Clay said as he slid a wooden box across the table.

Darby opened the 'gift' wearily, revealing a white 357 Magnum revolver. "That's some serious iron. Izzy will like that, thank you." He smiled sarcastically, knowing that this gesture was one of anything but good faith.

"Figured we'd give him something that had some balls." Jax jabbed angrily.

Sydney chuckled before Clay interjected, trying to keep the peace. "I know what it's like running a crew... Sometimes your guys do shit without thinking things through." He nodded understandingly, but much like everything Clay said - there was underlying passiveness.

"My guys are thinking just fine."

"They thinkin fine when they sold crank in Charming, to my pregnant ex?" Jax spat.

Darby inhaled sharply before cocking his head. "That was unfortunate, how is your little family doing anyways?" He shot back, causing Jax to leap across the table at him.

Sydney immediately grabbed Darby's guy into a chokehold, keeping him from Jax before Tig could move from his seat while the man who was standing by Bobby's table put his hand on his gun.

"Alright, alright! Everybody contain your shit." Clay ordered, nodding to Sydney who released her grip on the Nord.

Jax hesitated before begrudgingly sitting back down while the Nord turned around and scowled in confusion when he realized that the tight grip on his neck was from the little blonde and not from the man sitting next to her. She tipped her chin and winked at him before he spun back around, making her and Tig chuckle to each other before returning to their original position.

"Sorry folks, go back to your corn dogs. Won't happen again." Clay called out to the startled customers with a raised hand before putting his head back down. "You know the drill. You can cook all the crank you want along the border, but you do not deal in Charming." He sneered.

"We ain't the only cook shop in town. If the devil wants in, he'll get in."

"Well then I guess you got your work cut out for you. Because the next time the devil crosses the border... I'm coming after you. And next time, I'm not gonna be using a 357 as a 'get well' present."

"Hey, where's Whistler? I don't see him around much anymore." Tig piped up, taunting the leader of the skinhead crew.

Darby shot him a look. "No need to be making threats. Me and my boys have always managed to make things work with SAMCRO."

"Good." Clay stood up, signalling that the meeting was over.

Tig got up and offered Sydney his hand, pulling her across the slippery plastic seat of the booth. As she passed Darby, she caressed his right cheek, her fingertips rounding the back of his head to his left cheek, slapping it lightly before she laughed and walked away.

Tig wrapped his arm around her shoulders, yanking her into him as he grit his teeth and whispered in his ear. "You have me so hard right now." She looked down to see that he was telling the truth.

"Looks like you're gonna have to learn some self control, Sergeant." She grazed his bulge with the back of her hand and broke free of his grip, taking off towards his bike.

"So, where are our guns at, VP?" Sydney called over to Jax as everyone mounted their bikes, smirking as he gave her a cold stare before taking off.

Clay laughed, taking off after his stepson. Tig just turned around and gave Sydney a discerning look with a raised eyebrow which she met with a devilish smirk, squeezing him tight as he took off after his superiors.

Sydney changed back into her day clothes when they arrived at the clubhouse, carefully looking around Tig's room for the perfect spot to make her own. She finally decided on one of the little drawers in his dresser, opening them up one by one in hopes of finding an empty one - pulling on the very last drawer which was completely free of clothing except for a single pink thong; the pink thong that she had given him that night in the bathroom. She chuckled to herself, placing her pants beside it before she waltzed back to the office and carried on with the day's work before her shift at the bar was to begin.

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It was a quiet evening around the bar while Sydney worked her shift as the day came to a close. It was mainly just the guys hanging around - Tig and Half-Sack were working late to get a bike finished for a Nomad passing through who was at the table by the door, and Juice was sitting at the bar on his laptop where he tried to gather as much intel as possible as to the location of their guns.

Sydney looked up from behind the bar to see Jax passing by, giving her a dirty look - clearly still upset about her comments earlier - scoffing after him.

Jax exhaled sharply as he heard the smug little bitch behind him, feeling himself being pushed over the edge for a second time today. "Do you need a reminder that you're talking to a Son?" He exclaimed, turning around and walking up on her in an intimidation attempt.

"Yeah, I'm talking to a Son..." She scoffed again as she stood completely still. "A son of a bitch." She couldn't stop herself from letting a smirk loose as she heard Juice's laughing across the bar, which only served to piss Jax off even more.

"You know what, Princess? If you know so fucking much, you find the goddamn guns." He pointed his finger in her face.

Sydney swiftly grabbed his wrist, holding his hand in place as she traced her tongue up his scolding digit. "Alright, Jaxy." She released her grip. "I will."

Sydney laughed to herself as Jax stormed out of the bar to his bike before peeling out of the parking lot, snapping out of it to see Juice looking worriedly at her. "Oh calm down, Juicey." She rolled her eyes and headed down the hallway into Tig's room where she pulled out her phone and held it to her ear while waiting for an answer.

"Hey Gem, would it be okay if I had tomorrow off? Club business."

"Of course sweetheart, everything okay? Clay didn't say anything." Gemma scowled as she peered out of their bedroom door to where Clay was sitting in front of the TV down the hall.

"Oh yeah, everything's fine - kind of a last minute gig. You know how they are."

"I sure do." Gemma snickered, ducking back into the room. "I'll see you later."

"Thanks, see ya." Sydney walked back out to the bar to see that Juice was now joined by Tig and Half-Sack who had finally finished up.

"You can get goin, babe" Tig nodded out the door.

"You sure? I don't mind."

"I think I got it covered." Half-Sack glanced around the empty bar.

Sydney snickered, grabbing her purse from behind the bar. "Okay, I'll see you guys tomorrow." She pulled out her pack of cigarettes, offering the carton to Tig but pulling it back from his hands before he could grab one - walking backwards slowly so that he would get the hint to follow her outside.

When Tig got outside after handing the Nomad off to Half-Sack to deal with, he found Sydney straddling his bike backwards - leaning against the handlebars as she sat with her legs spread, blowing ribbons of smoke into the night sky.

"I'm definitely buyin you a bike..." He groaned as he smoothed a hand through his curls before swinging a leg over the Harley, immediately pulling her into his lap and tossing her unfinished cigarette onto the ground.

"Maybe that was my plan all along." She breathed into his mouth, those pouty lips ghosting over his as she curled her fingers into the front of his kutte.

He pushed her back, leaning down to meet her lips with force - grabbing a handlebar behind her to steady himself while his other hand trailer up her thigh. She clutched onto him tighter, grinding against him where she could feel herself getting wetter as she moaned into his mouth while her tongue danced with his. Her lips moved from his mouth to his neck, sinking her teeth into her favorite vein while gripping his shoulders, feeling him shuddering under her touch.

The whimpering that Tig allowed to escape from his lips had successfully distracted her and before she knew it - he'd managed to wrap the chain on his belt around her wrists and secure them to the stem of the handlebars.

Sydney flinched when the cold metal touched her skin, grinning wildly when she realized what he had done - tossing a glance over to Half-Sack and the Nomad across the lot.

Tig smirked, slowly snaking his hands up her thighs and under her skirt while she couldn't move, kissing her neck softly. She went to wrap her hand around his neck in reaction to the pleasure but was quickly reminded that it wasn't an option as the chain rattled and she was jerked back. He snickered sadistically, watching as her expression changed - her legs untangling from his as she leaned back and slid down the seat towards him.

"You like me like this don't you, Sergeant?" She cooed, biting her lip and narrowing her eyes as she stroked her foot up his leg.

His gaze immediately fell to her open legs, completely exposing herself to him. "I love you like this, babygirl." He drawled as he gently slid her panties down her legs and tucked them into the pocket of his kutte.

"Gonna add those to your collection?" His head shot up, meeting her eyes where she winked. Using this opportunity while he was distracted, she swung her leg up and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him into her. "Now, Sergeant - are you just gonna sit there and look pretty? Or are you gonna fuck me before I start screaming for help because the big, scary biker chained me to his ride." She growled into his mouth this time.

Tig was beyond thrilled by her reaction to his risky public sex proposal, immediately undoing his belt buckle and hoisting her back up onto his lap, pushing into her easily as he lowered her down. "Always ready for me aren't you, babe?" He gazed up at her with a cocky smirk when he felt how wet she was.

Sydney's eyes rolled back as he slid her down his cock, biting her lip and squeaking as he went balls deep - hitching her breathing. She rolled her hips, unable to leverage herself on anything as she sat on his lap with her hands restrained and her feet dangling off of the ground.

Tig took control of the predicament that he had her in, bouncing her on his cock with his hands on her ass to guide her at whatever speed he saw fit. "Let me hear you, baby." He coaxed her, picking up the rhythm and squeezing her ass in encouragement.

Sydney smirked, pressing her lips against his ear so that only he could hear her - her soft mewls turning to full blown moans as she rode him.

Tig pressed his forehead into her chest, pressing it harder as he felt her tightening as she came, following soon after. He wrapped his arms around her as they both panted - moaning and groaning between staggered breaths. He eased her back down onto the seat once they had both calmed down, leaning over to undo her restraints where he pressed his lips to hers. "Mmm, I love fucking you." He mumbled against her lips with a lazy grin.

"I love you fucking me." She replied with a cocky grin as he straightened her skirt for her.

"You headin home?"

"Was planning on it..." She drawled out while looking at him expectantly.

"Eat yet?"

"Nah, not all day actually." She replied, just now realizing that her empty stomach had been sustained by butterflies since she'd woken up this morning.

"Good." He nodded, passing her the spare helmet.

A few minutes later Tig pulled the bike up outside of Pizza Paul's - the pizza parlour tucked away behind Main Street.

"I thought wining and dining came before putting out?" Sydney joked as she hooked her helmet over the bitch bar.

"Guess you'll just have fuck me after then too." He grinned as he killed the engine and removed his own helmet, grabbing her hand and leading her inside.

"I think I can arrange something." She winked as they approached the hostess counter.

Tig made sure that he ordered a pizza with extra olives and that they sat at a table outside under the string lights so they could enjoy the warm summer air. Afterwards, he drove them around town - the sky was clear and he knew how much she loved to look at the stars. He smiled the entire ride, feeling a surge of warmth every time that he felt her head tilting up towards the sky while she clutched onto him just a little tighter.

When they finally pulled back onto the compound, he took her helmet from her and led her to her car by her hand. Once they reached the Dodge, she stood on her tiptoes - thanks to her white converse - and wrapped both of her arms around his neck in a giant hug.

"Thank you for tonight, baby." She whispered into his neck.

"Anything for my girl." He kissed the top of her head.

Sydney felt her knees go weak. Who knew that Tig Trager was this capable of romance?

Her response to his words wasn't lost on him - he pulled away, ghosting his fingers across her collarbone. "Big, bad Tigger's romantic... That's new." He chuckled humorlessly as he brushed her long hair over her shoulder, curling his fingers at the nape of her neck.

Sydney laughed when he managed to read her mind before his lips caught hers in a deep kiss that left her breathless. He pulled away, but suddenly her need for oxygen was the least of her concerns as she quickly pulled him back, peppering his lips with kisses, finally breaking away when she reached the brink of passing out.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She blushed, smiled nervously at the ground as Tig helped her into her car before closing the door with a smile.

Yes you will.

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