A Raven Among Crows

by m.s.alexis

"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it." She's looking to get in with the infamous MC. Will her hidden skills earn her a reaper, or will a surprise romance compromise it all? You've heard their story, now you get to hear hers. An SOA retelling (Tig/OFC) currently being revamped to be readable with no prior knowledge of the show. Returning soon!

14. Lovestruck

Cupid has paid Charming a generous visit, but the love bugs aren't the only things biting as some remember that not all arrows of love come pain-free.

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

This one is for my nasty bitches, you're welcome

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CHAPTER 14: LOVESTRUCK

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Tig hastily pulled his bike onto the compound while Sydney clung to him, climbing off quickly and putting a hand on her leg to keep her in place - not bothering to remove his helmet. "Grabbing some shit. You stay right here, kitten." He winked.

"I can't wait." She whined breathlessly, desperately - pouting as she clung to his arm as the extra dominance in his command only added to the already unbearable need that she felt in every part of her body.

He reached out, running his fingers through her hair before he leaned down, kissing her hard. He released one hand from her curls, gently trailing down her body where he began to rub her through her shorts - chuckling as her hands immediately went to his belt buckle before he stilled them with one swift movement.

"Looks like you're gonna have to learn some self control, pussycat." He grinned.

Sydney inhaled sharply when he mimicked her words, rolling her eyes as he pressed the same tantalizing kiss on her cheek that he had the day before - the one that left her cheeks burning, her core throbbing, and her mind racing.

Tig hurried through the clubhouse, not bothering to stop and greet any of the party-goers that crowded the bar as he made his way to his dorm, gathering some clothes for the next day. He stopped as he passed his nightstand, a mischievous smile coming to his face as he advanced towards the small chest of wooden drawers where he pulled out the perfect addition to their evening and slid it into his back pocket, scowling as his hand brushed up against a piece of thick cardstock.

The dirty smile on his face softened as he realized what he was touching, pulling out the strip of photos that he'd managed to swipe on their way out of the fair after she'd given him the earth-shattering blowjob that had gotten them escorted off of the property.

He smiled as he studied the four photos on the glossy paper. The excited couple had been completely oblivious to the fact that even though they were in a photo booth, there were actually pictures being taken. The top one was of Sydney, grinning and looking to the side as she tightened her ponytail, which he pinpointed as the moment that she was waiting for him to make sure that the coast was clear. The second one was him looking down at her, and her up at him while his hand cupped her face, and the one following that was when their ravenous lips finally met. But the very last one was his favorite - the perfect moment captured while they smiled with their eyes closed just as they had pulled away from each other - his hand still in her hair, and hers on his face.

He'd always been able to tell that she looked at him differently than others did, but being able to see it captured from somebody else's perspective; to see the way that her eyes sparkled with so much depth made his underlying insecurities a little further into the back of his mind. His heart fluttered one last time as he examined the undeniable evidence printed clear as day on the images before him, reaching towards the open drawer where he stopped, pulling his arm back and ripping the strip in half - separating the top two photos from the bottom two. He ghosted his thumb over the face of the mindblowingly beautiful girl who, for some reason, had decided that she loved him - tucking the photos into his wallet before placing the remaining two in the drawer.

Sydney's chest heaved violently as rushing air assaulted her face on the short ride to her house that felt agonizingly long as she pulsed behind him. She tried to calm her racing heart as they pulled into her driveway - ignoring the realization that this kind of adrenaline was something she'd only ever felt before, or after taking a life. He killed the engine the second that the bike rolled to a stop, turning around and unstrapping her helmet before she could do it herself - holding out his hand to her where he helped her to the pavement. A blush washed over her cheeks as she felt her stomach dip in a swoon, fully submitting to the authority in his actions as she clutched onto his large hand tightly. As soon as he was satisfied that she was safely planted on the ground, his hands flew to her waist - kissing her roughly as he walked her backwards until her back was up against the garage door where he lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around his hip.

"I need you." She breathed out as his hand moved roughly between her thigh and her ass while the other once tangled in her hair.

He pulled back with a nod, the same desire bubbling in his stomach as he pushed off of her and led her to the front door where he waited for her to unlock it, stepping inside where he instantly retook control the second that the lock clicked - slamming the door as soon as they crossed the threshold and pinning her against it with one hand on her waist and the other above her head.

Sydney felt the warm sensation pooling between her legs as she realized how small she felt in his presence, his dominance, his stature - standing almost a full foot taller than her when she wasn't relying on her heels. But as she discovered how small she felt in his presence, she also discovered her enjoyment for it; that drop of fear that turned her on - not combating the intimidation like she usually felt the need to do around men like him.

Tig leaned down slowly after a few seconds of intensely staring at each other - relishing the anticipation before he pressed his lips to hers again. She clawed at his black t-shirt as their teeth began to clash in the heat of the moment, needing to feel his skin against hers as she raked her nails over his covered torso before he finally flung the confining leather from his shoulders and let her pull his shirt up where he yanked it over his head.

Sydney felt her shirt being pulled up just enough that he could reach around to unclip her bra while she ripped open his belt buckle - the sound of the rattling metal only spurring her on and prompting her to move faster. Once her tits were free of the white bra that she wore, he immediately covered a nipple with his mouth, licking and biting greedily at the supple skin. She threw her head back against the door, moaning in pleasure as she pushed his pants and boxers down - her needy movements slowing considerably as his mouth slipped her into a trance.

"Tiggy..." She whined in wanton before his hands stilled her bucking hips, squeezing them before he moved to the button on her shorts as his mouth latched itself to her neck.

If there was ever a feeling for Sydney to bottle up and save for a rainy day, it was this one; the buzz of pure excitement that mixed with his slow, carefully calculated movements that had her ready to burst on the spot - unable to even imagine the euphoria that she was in store for as things continued to escalate.

Tig smiled when he felt her pulse quickening under his tongue as she writhed under the ministrations that had him reaching peak arousal the same way that he imagined she was.

"Here, now. Please." She begged through staggered breaths, her body convulsing in his hands.

"Okay, baby." He whispered tenderly with his forehead against hers, kissing her lips gently as he dragged her shorts down her legs, his expression growing dark with lust once he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath the denim. "You naughty girl..." He growled with a grin, turning her around slowly as he stepped out of his own jeans, pulling her hips towards him before gathering the stringy black material at the apex of her thighs in his hands and pulling it apart.

Sydney felt herself getting even wetter when the sound of the tearing fabric filled her ears, her mind on nothing but the godsent man behind her as he made her need like she'd never needed before. She whimpered when his hands moved to her ass, pushing it out for him as he spread her open, yelping when he lined himself up with her sensitive entrance.

"Tell me how bad you want it, baby." He whimpered, the intensity of the encounter taking a toll on him as well. Tig knew that he was good in bed - he hadn't spent years learning women's bodies for nothing - but he'd never had a girl literally falling over her feet for him the way that Sydney was.

"So fucking bad." She was almost in tears, quivering while he slicked himself with her juices before slowly pushing into her, squeezing her hip as a high-pitched, breathless scream left her as he bottomed out, an abundance of staggered breaths following as she tried to compose herself.

"So damn tight..." Tig groaned, fighting off the urge to finish before he'd even started as her walls pulsed around him while he began to move slowly, acclimating them both to the overwhelming sensations as their moans mingled together. Once he got a handle on his self-restraint, he gradually picked up his pace - watching her ass bounce with each snap of his hips.

Sydney brought her forearms up to leverage herself against the door as she completely bent over for him, needing something more reliable than her shaky legs to help keep her upright. But as the sound of skin slapping filled the room, she couldn't help herself from looking over her shoulder at the erotic sight - a dirty grin coming to her face before she began moaning even louder. The way that he fucked her had taken her to her full potential; succumbing to her most sinful desires where she finally felt like she didn't have to hold anything back.

Tig's eyes widened as he watched her fully let herself go for him - his dick swelling inside of her. He quickly hooked his fingers under her knee and lifted her leg up, wanting to take her as far as possible before it would be too late.

Sydney squealed when he went even deeper, burying her face into her surely bruising arms as the magnitude of pleasure sent her eyes tumbling into the back of her skull.

"Look at me." He commanded, bringing those gorgeous green orbs back up to his before he dipped his head down, capturing her lips - his tongue working overtime as he poured as much pleasure into the embrace as possible.

The authority in his eyes and the ferocity of his kiss sent Sydney's orgasm crashing through her, slamming her fist against the door as she cried into his mouth. He pulled out quickly - he wanted this to last as long as possible, and he knew that he couldn't do that with her tight little pussy milking his dick as she came. He gripped her biceps, turning her around where she dropped to the ground and wrapped her lips around his cock in an instant - the only thing that she could do, because her legs would've given out if she'd tried to remain standing.

He stumbled back in surprise before steadying himself with a hand on the wall, not at all expecting her to be so eager to suck her own release off of him - adding to the rapidly growing list of things that made him think that there was no way that she wasn't made for him.

Sydney let her heavy eyes fall shut as she sucked him off sloppily, moaning to let him know that she enjoyed pleasing him just as much as he was enjoying being pleased. But her actions didn't last long before she felt herself being lifted back to her feet, his tongue reclaiming her mouth before she could even fully open her eyes. She gripped his jaw and pulled him closer with force, the need for him not dwindling even after her first orgasm. This had been the most passionate sex that she'd ever had - and she wasn't ready for it to end yet.

Tig pulled away abruptly, spinning her around by her elbow and smacking her ass before his hand gripped her throat, tipping her head up to where he found her lips once again, ripping his mouth away and replacing his tongue with his fingers. "Upstairs, dollface." He ordered in her ear with a whisper, sending an icy-hot chill through her as she curled her tongue around his digits, nodding eagerly before scrambling up the stairs.

Once she was out of sight, Tig pulled his boxers and jeans back on, but he didn't bother with the rest of his discarded clothing - bending to pick his kutte up off of the floor where he hung it in the closet by the door. He grabbed his backpack, locked the door, and turned off the lights before he finally allowed himself to follow her up the stairs - desperately needing the breather if they were going to continue on the way that they'd been going.

When his feet finally hit the landing, he found her sitting on the bed, waiting for him - completely naked now. She stood as he approached, waiting for further direction but getting nothing as he stood frozen in front of her, his pupils blown out as his eyes ate up her form; tight, perfect, and all for him.

"Such a good girl." He mused almost animalistically as he cupped her face in one hand, the other trailing the top of her thigh, up to cup her breast, roughly flicking the pad of his thumb over her nipple - eliciting a gasp from her throat. He grinned at the noise as he watched her eyes dilate, filling to the brim with need before he littered her body with soft kisses, scraping his teeth along her skin as he did so.

"Arms up, gorgeous." He whispered into her ear as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket, watching her eyes flash with excitement - a reaction that earned her a nice bite to her neck before she turned around with a grin, holding her hands over her head so that he could fasten the cuffs over the metal frame of her canopy bed.

"Mmm." He hummed where she stood restrained before him, sliding his hands down her sides as he slipped in front of her, sitting himself on the edge of her bed while she shivered between his legs. "I could just leave you here all night." He nodded thoughtfully as he revelled in the softness of her body beneath his calloused hands, nuzzling against her stomach as he lightly blew over her clit while he held her in place by the back of her thighs.

"Whatever you want, Sergeant." Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingertips kneaded the sensitive skin that was so agonizingly close to her dripping slit.

He chuckled in appreciation for her willingness to please, dragging his lips up her torso where he sucked her diamond belly ring into his mouth before moving up her chest, engulfing a nipple while he looked up into her needy, helpless eyes.

The softness of his gaze threw Sydney off as her entire body broke out in goosebumps before he bit down, lightly tugging on the ring in her hardened bud - causing the perfect amount of pain to intensify the pleasure as she gasped, curling her toes into the carpet as a wave of excitement rushed through her.

He lifted her off of the ground, her knees hitting the soft duvet as he pulled her into his lap while her wrists remained secured to the bar above her. He placed wet kisses all around her chest while he rubbed slow circles into her ankles before dragging his hands up her bent legs at a tortuous pace, smoothing up her thighs while he let his thumbs fall between her legs, ghosting over her mound. Her head rolled back as she shuddered, her hands pulling on the restraints as she subliminally rose up onto her knees, pressing her body against his where she sighed when she finally found some contact as her bare chest met the warmth of his.

Somehow, even without the use of her hands, she had managed to get him exactly where she wanted him. She leant down, nudging his forehead with hers, effectively tilting his head upwards to where she could swoop down and sink her teeth into his neck.

"God..." He whimpered, yanking her closer by her ass on instinct as she sucked his pulse and ground against his denim covered crotch. He eventually felt her movements change, pushing herself back against his palms - catching on as he slid his fingers closer to her opening, coating the tips in her arousal until she was able to push herself back far enough to make the contact that she was after.

"Tiggy..." She whined when his fingers dipped inside of her from behind, keeping his palms firmly planted on her ass cheeks to tease her just enough. "Let me touch you." She pouted as desperation took over as she was forced to marinate in denial, looking into those blue eyes pleadingly.

"You wanna touch me, baby?" He pushed his hands closer together.

"Mhmm..." She rocked against his hand, nodding while she widened her glossy eyes and bit her lip.

Tig was no match for that pout or the way that she ground against his fingers. "Hold on." He instructed with a nod as he patted her thigh, standing with her in his arms as he wrapped her legs around him. He would've been a stupid man to deny her request - that's what he told himself, anyways, rather than admitting that he would've given up every last bit of control that he'd always clung to so tightly, if it meant making her happy.

Sydney did as she was told, nodding obediently as she squeezed her thighs around his hips to keep herself upright so that he could utilize both hands to unlock the cuffs. She felt her eyes begin to blur as she zoned out, staring longingly at his perfect jawline while his head was tilted up, not realizing that she was still holding her arms above her head far after he had released them from their confines.

"We'll save these for another day." He chuckled at the ego-inflating display as he stroked her forearms with his rough palms, kissing her wrists sweetly before easing them down to his shoulders. But before he could make his next move, her mouth was on his jaw in an instant - kissing, sucking, and nibbling. He stumbled back against the bed, regaining his footing in time to turn so that she was the first to land on the mattress with him on top of her - returning the same assault as he pushed her further and further up the bed. He chuckled darkly as he hovered over her; her sex drive was proving to be well above his expectations. "You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" He grinned sadistically as he gathered her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head before shoving two fingers into her weeping core, the condescending tone in his voice sending a shudder through her that could be felt on his fingers as her walls fluttered around them.

Sydney gasped at the sudden intrusion, her cheeks flushing as he stared deep into her eyes while he hovered over her helpless body, unable to compose herself enough to speak where she found herself completely at his mercy before her lips eventually curled into a devilish smile. She removed a wrist from his grip as her eyes glinted mischievously while she trailed her fingers down his chest, to where he was buried inside of her - slowly sliding his fingers out of her and bringing them up to her mouth where she sucked her juices off of his digits and nodded with her eyes wide. She could feel that he was as hard as a rock against her abdomen as he shoved his tongue into her mouth the second that his fingers left it - pushing her down into the mattress before he pulled himself away, kneeling between her legs where he released his painful erection from its denim confines.

As soon as his pants were out of the way, Sydney was yanking him back down to her lips, running her hands down his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pleaded with her eyes. He rubbed the tip of his dick against her entrance a few times before finally pushing inside of her - making her gasp beneath him while he growled against the sensitive spot on her neck. He pulled back, sliding slowly back in where he buried himself completely in her heat until his hips were flush with hers - her breathing hitching and a squeak leaving her throat as his length hit a spot inside her that she didn't even know existed.

Tig nibbled up and down her neck lightly as his pace gradually grew until eventually he was full on jackhammering her where he had her arms pinned above her head - pushing them into the mattress to leverage himself. She cried out again at the change in pace, every thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through her body where she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold off when she felt herself tightening around him once again.

"Don't hold back, beautiful." He kissed her collarbone delicately - a contrast that sent her over the end as she felt every muscle in her body tense up before finally falling completely limp - her spasming walls threatening to push him out while her body twitched around him.

Tig marinated in her moans of pure satisfaction for a few seconds before flipping her over where he shoved his cock into her from the new angle, his own eyes rolling back now as he listened to her cry out for him while he began chasing his own release - grabbing her hair as he pulled her head up to bite her earlobe once he met it, finally slowing his pace.

"Tig!" Sydney cried out between moans as she clawed furiously at the blankets beneath her, the deep penetration from the new angle causing her to unexpectedly come again.

"Fuck, doll." He panted, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade before he rolled onto the bed beside her, gently rubbing her back as he pressed his lips to her neck.

Sydney whimpered freely as he caressed her over-sensitive, raw body while she came down from a high unlike any other. She would never admit it, but this was one of her favourite parts of being with Tig; the aftercare - praising her with soothing words and gentle touches for accepting his roughness, reminding her just how soft he could be. All she could do was moan contently as her eyelids got heavier, smiling when she awoke under the covers a few minutes later with her head on Tig's chest as he stroked her hair with one hand, and held her hand in the other as he stared at the ceiling - off in the heaven that having her in his arms created.

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Jax sat on the roof of the clubhouse with his fifth cigarette between his lips as he wrestled with the logic of his President, and the words of his father. He ran his hands down his face as he sighed, hunching over his knees. He knew what he was supposed to think, what he was supposed to feel, but all he could focus on was the paragraph inked deeply into the parchment in his hands as the sounds of the man's screams played over and over in his mind.

"When we take action to avenge the ones we love, personal justice collides with social and divine justice. We become judge, jury, and God. With that choice comes daunting responsibility. Some men cave under that weight. Others abuse the momentum. The true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart, and the reason in his mind. His solution is always an equal mix of might, and right."

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Tig awoke the next morning without the feeling of Sydney's skin on his, his eyes opening frantically when he realized that she had left the bed altogether. He looked around the room where the bathroom door was open, and the light was off. He couldn't help but feel his heart quicken in a habitual worry, fearing that maybe she had changed her mind - gotten cold feet after the momentous conversation that had transpired the day prior. He began pulling his clothes on, trying to shake the voices of insecurity from his head as he buckled his belt before heading downstairs to look for her - the smell of frying bacon wafting in his face as soon as he pulled her bedroom door open.

Sydney had spent a gruelling fifteen minutes inching herself out of Tig's grip that had remained throughout the entire night before she was finally able to slink out of bed and tiptoe down the stairs where she now stood barefoot, wearing only his shirt while her hair bobbed around in a loose bun on the top of her head as she spun around the kitchen, humming while she cooked.

A huge grin spread across Tig's face when she finally came into view; a sight straight out of one of his daydreams. He ran up behind her, picking her up and spinning her around. "Now ain't this a pretty sight..." He growled against her neck as she giggled, wrapping one of hers around his neck. "God, I fucking love you." He beamed with a melting heart.

"I love you too." She whispered as her face reddened, kissing his cheek as she giggled against his ear.

He lowered her feet back to the ground, pulling her hips back into his morning erection. "I could listen to you say that all. Damn. Day, pussycat." He whispered into her ear, the words broken up by kisses trailing over her shoulder and up her neck.

"You might have to." Her sparkling eyes slid over him lazily, completely mesmerized by his form before she managed to break her trance - playfully slapping his chest with the spatula in her hand. "Now you better make it up to me for ruining the surprise." She turned back around to the stove.

"Sorry..." He laughed. "First time I've had a girl leave me alone in bed." He winked.

She chuckled with a playful roll of her eyes - the soft giggle quickly turning to a gasp as his hands snaked up her - well, his - shirt and over her tits, his thumbs finding her nipples with ease and sending her back arching further into him. "Somethin' tells me that you're not sorry at all." She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Mmm not at all." He hummed into her neck. "Now, how 'bout I make it up to you..."

She mockingly contemplated the offer for a second before reaching over and turning off the stove, giggling as she walked him backwards into the living room and sat him down onto the couch, straddling him while he pulled the shirt over her head.

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Tara sighed as she looked up from the room full of incubated babies, to see Jax waving at her from the other side of the glass where he watched his son. She blinked a few times, avoiding the charm behind those oh so tempting - and oh so familiar - blue eyes as she begrudgingly made her way out to greet him.

"Hey." He nodded with a smile, glad that the slip up the night before hadn't sent her running - it wouldn't have been the first time. "He's moving around a lot more." He nodded to the squirming baby.

"Yeah." Tara nodded. "All of his vitals are up."

Jax chewed the inside of his lip as he caught the slight disdain in her voice as she forced herself to make small talk. "Any permanent damage?" He asked cautiously. "Cause of the drugs... Brain or anything?"

Tara could tell that he was trying to avoid what had happened the night before, the second that he started rambling - just as he always had. "Can't know for sure." She shrugged. "But everything so far points to a full recovery." She forced a smile.

"How long is he gonna be in that thing." He nodded to the incubator.

"Could be weeks." She sighed.

Jax's eyes fell shut as he shook his head. He hated that after everything they'd been through - after all this time, he still made her uncomfortable. "Hey, look..." He took a step back, hoping that some extra distance would help her ease up. "I'm sorry about last night... I wasn't-"

"I really don't wanna know." Tara cut him off with an assertive shake of her head.

"Right..." Jax nodded slowly. Some things never change.

"What?" Tara's brow quirked as he looked her over.

"Just figured you'd land a million miles from this place." He shrugged. "You always hated it here." He felt bitter resentment that he'd spent years trying to shove down, clawing it's way back up his tightening chest.

"I didn't hate Charming, Jax..." She shook her head, realizing the weight of her words as she watched his face fall. "Um, it looks like Wendy is going to be okay, though." She took a step closer.

Jax scoffed as she changed the subject. "Define 'okay'." He smirked.

"We're taking her through sedated detox, she'll be out in a couple of days." She explained, watching him nod disinterestedly. "Are you two... Together?"

"No." Jax shook his head quickly. "Nah, I filed over a year ago... She got clean about ten months back, we tried to reconcile... Didn't work out too well." He chortled.

Tara smiled sympathetically, turning back towards their son. "Well, at least one good thing came out of it."

"Yeah..." He smiled. "Yeah, I guess it did."

"I, um." Tara cleared her throat. "I'm late for rounds..."

"Yeah." Jax nodded understandingly, taking her hand as she tried to pull away. "It's good to have you back."

Tara smiled awkwardly as her hand twitched in his, soaking up the first feeling that had her agreeing with him.

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It was a beautiful evening as Sydney held onto Tig on the back of his bike, warm air clinging to her body as his backpack sat on her shoulders, full of her things to bring to his dorm after he had emptied his things to leave at her house. Gemma had scaled back Sydney's hours at the bar since she'd become a full-time member of the crew, so tonight she got to relax and enjoy the party - just as the rest of the Sons did.

Tig rolled his bike into formation while Sydney unclipped her helmet, quickly getting off so that he could help her to the ground, but instead he was met with a devious little smirk as she leaned back slightly, allowing him to peek up her black denim miniskirt.

"Givin' me flashbacks to the other night." He quirked an eyebrow as he rustled the silver chain on his hip.

Sydney laughed, sure to spread her legs a little extra as she dismounted the Harley before he quickly slid his backpack off of her shoulders, pecking her cheek before he straightened back up. She felt herself swoon as a blush undoubtedly graced her cheeks - even in the hot weather. She loved that he could be so masculine and gruff, yet so incredibly soft and sweet at the same time. She grabbed his hand, yanking him back where his lips came crashing down onto hers, swooning once again when she felt him smile against her mouth as they listened to the whistles coming from the garage.

"Can you believe that he got that?" Lowell Jr. asked Juice as they tightened the fan belt on a Toyota.

"No." Juice scoffed.

Sydney waltzed into the clubhouse where she saw everybody preparing for the Saturday festivities; a few crows stocking the bar and cleaning tables nodding to her as she passed. She smirked proudly as she continued her strut; not only did she hold the respect of the men, but of the women too - they knew what she was capable of if she'd been given a seat at the table, and now they knew that she was with Tig. Despite the unfavourable reputation of the wild man, she trusted him completely. She knew that his feelings for her were just as real as hers were for him - but knowing that most of the crows were scared of her wasa nice bit of reassurance.

But as they continued down the hall towards his dorm, she felt her mind beginning to race with a confusing medley of thoughts that she'd never had to consider knew all about the run clause - that the men were able to do whatever, and whoever they wanted on the road, as long as they didn't bring it home - and it was always something that she'd understood... Until it effected her.

It was easy for some old ladies to turn a blind eye to what they didn't know; that it was something to be expected when you're with a biker, but the more that Sydney thought about it, the more she realized that she had no idea where she stood with it, and not only where she stood with it, but where he stood with it as well - if her heavier involvement in the club and acceptance of the rules had given him the wrong idea in thinking that it wouldn't bother her.

She blinked out of Tig's gaze as the gears spun behind her eyes as a whole new world of questions opened up in front of her. Perhaps this had been the whole reason that nobody had thought that he was capable of romance in the first place - why he'd come with so many warnings. And perhaps she wasn't nearly as indifferent towards the rules of men, as she'd previously thought...

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Wendy awoke from her deep sleep slowly, pushing her consciousness through the thick fog that enveloped her senses as she tried to pry her eyes open - but it wasn't a feeling that she wasn't used to. In fact, in was the most comfortable that she'd felt in days - until a light tickling in the palm of her hands began to pull her from the depths.

"No... No, no, no, no, no." She begged once she realized what was happening, opening her eyes to see Jax staring down at her. "W-what-" She blinked as she tried to make sense of what was happening, looking down at where his hand sat in hers - the sight that only confirmed that this was just another bad dream.

"That sedation is no joke..." He smirked.

"Y-" She shook her head. "Sedation?" She looked around the room, finally remembering where she was, and why as she looked down at the dark bruising in the crease of her elbow.

Jax looked over her sadly as he pondered their last conversation; what could've been their last conversation. "I don't want you hurting yourself, Wendy..." He sighed, waiting for a response - a denial, but he got nothing as she looked up at him pitifully, rubbing her arm. "Not over this..." He shook his head. "What happened to Abel is not your fault."

Wendy scoffed over the gut-wrenching sincerity in his voice. "Oh yeah, I'm powerless." She chuckled humourlessly, throwing up her track-riddled arms. "That bullshit excuse is even getting old to me." She sniffled as the guilt pooled behind her eyes.

"It's not that." He grimaced. "Us getting back together... I knew that would turn bad. I didn't wanna be married." He scoffed. "No way I was ready for a kid. And when you got pregnant, I hated you." She looked away shamefully. "I hated that you gave him a name."

Wendy chewed her lip, her thumb hovering over the call button for her nurse as she felt the overwhelming urge for a fix flooding her veins under his poisonous words.

"And I bailed." Her blackened eyes flew back up to his. "Him born tweakin', belly hanging out? That's on me, babe."

Wendy choked on a sob as she felt herself being lifted into his arms, the need subsiding instantly and the dream-crushing words seeping into the back of her mind as he placed her into a wheelchair and rolled her out of the room.

"W-where are we going?" She asked when she finally got a hold of her emotions.

Jax didn't answer as he pushed her down the hall until he finally reached the blue door that he was looking for. She needed to see this.

Wendy felt every single muscle in her face contract in pain as her she laid eyes on her son for the very first time. "Oh, Jesus!" She covered her mouth as she began hyperventilating. "He's so small..." She choked out as his hand found its way around her shoulder. "He's so small. Jax... What did I do?" She sobbed. "What did I do..."

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Sydney sat on the edge of the bed as Tig began to undress for a shower, deciding to ignore the what ifs for now as more important things took over her mind once he pulled his shirt over his head...

"You can put your stuff in your drawer if you want, darlin'." He chuckled when he saw those lusty green eyes sliding over his form before he disappeared into the bathroom.

Sydney felt the embarrassing swarm of butterflies in her stomach once again when he said 'your drawer'. She rolled her eyes, getting to her mule-clad feet where she folded the stack of clothes that she'd brought from her house and laid them neatly into the small drawer before she sat back down, looking for something to occupy her fragile mind when she noticed the overflowing laundry basket in the bottom of his closet. Men, she snickered with another roll of her eyes - scooping up the basket full of dirty clothes and carrying it down the hallway into the storage room.

"Wow... Didn't expect to see the Princess doing his laundry." Jax smirked as he tossed the bloody shirt from the night before into the basin full of soapy water and hydrogen peroxide, twisting the knob and slamming the lid shut.

"Has anything that you've expected from me really panned out, VP?" She mused playfully as she set the basket on top of the washer that he had just beat her to.

"Good point..." He nodded bashfully from where he stood blocking the doorway. "You know that's a croweater's job." He nodded to the silver appliances.

"Laundry ain't the only thing I do that would be considered a croweater's job, sweetheart." She winked as she slid past him.

"How's that goin, anyway?" The blonde man questioned, skepticism oozing from his gleaming pores.

"Good, I think." She shrugged nonchalantly, fighting the tingling in the back of her mind as he reminded her of exactly what she was trying to forget.

"He seems happy…" Jax agreed. "I just didn't think he was the type for that shit."

"So I've heard…" She nodded slowly before turning away once again.

"I hate that you guys make me do this shit, man." Half-Sack appeared at the end of the hallway where he stomped past them and into the storage room, swiping a roll of twine off of a metal shelf and beginning to knot it around the package that he was wrapping for Elliot Oswald.

Sydney smirked when she realized what it was that he was holding. "Gotta toughen up that stomach if you want a patch, Kippy." She winked.

"He hasn't shown you, has he?" Jax bit his lip mischievously.

"Shown me what..." Sydney asked tentatively, her voice almost a groan as she watched the sly smirk on Jax's face spread into a grin.

"His half-sack." The blonde man snorted as he made his way back to his dorm - he didn't want to have to see the horrendous sight for a second time.

"I uh." Half-Sack began as he unzipped his fly. "I got my left nut blown off by an aper frag in Iraq-"

"Okay!" Sydney held her hands up, stopping before he could get his pants down. "I'll take your word for it." She nodded. "Besides, it looks like you have your hands full with enough balls right now." She smiled, patting his chest as she made her way outside for a much-needed cigarette.

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Tara slung her bag over her shoulder as she made her way out to her car after a long and confusing shift - feeling a tad more optimistic about her future in Charming, whatever that was.

But the thoughts of her future were eclipsed by the reality of her past as her confident stride came to a screeching halt when she saw them; the rose petals that littered her windshield.

Her breath caught in her throat as her chest began to heave with fear, looking around frantically for some kind of explanation other than the one that had first come to her mind. There was no way that he was here... Was there?

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Tig was still in the shower when Sydney returned, and with a still cloudy mind, she took the opportunity to properly look around his room. She noted a few trinkets here and there, some posters of bikes and naked girls, a Marine Corps badge, an outdated Harley calendar, but what properly piqued her interest was the row of photographs that he had along the mirror frame. She ghosted her fingertips along the worn faces in the photo of a group of men - one had blinding blonde hair, another was bald, but the smile appeared on her face when she spotted him; clean shaven, shorter hair, but eyes exactly the same as the ones that she'd fallen in love with. The next photo was of his twin daughters as toddlers where she easily picked out his features in the young girls; Dawn had the dark curly hair, and Fawn had the electric blue eyes. And the last photo was of him and Clay, standing side by side in front of the Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair Grand Re-Opening sign.

Tig came up behind her, but she was too invested in his memories to acknowledge him. She felt his hand circle her waist as a genuine smile radiated his face. He'd never had someone take so much interest in his life before - someone who cared enough to peel back all of his layers without the fear of what they would find hiding underneath.

"How old were you here?" She nodded to the picture of him on the military base.

"Little younger than you." He nodded nostalgically. "Careful, doll. You might catch yourself a case." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

"I might..." She agreed with a lazy grin and a slow nod. "Although... I think I'll stick with being the cause." She looked him up and down as his damp body glistened in the low light, ghosting her fingertips up his chest before bringing them back down where they hooked into the towel around his waist.

"You always this horny?" He grimaced. Tig had the labido of a teenage boy who had just discovered porn for the first time - he was shocked that not only was she keeping up, but was running laps around him.

She giggled before pulling the towel free, looking up into his eyes as she sank to her knees slowly. "Only for you." She spoke the simple truth against his skin - that she was completely addicted to the rush that she got off of him; the satisfaction never lasted long before she needed more. And for all of the things for a generational addict to be hooked on, his love seemed like the safest bet. "Why? You can't keep up, old man?" She playfully bit his hip bone as his erection grew by the second.

As soon as her teeth left his skin, her feet left the ground. His hands gripped her biceps as he roughly lifted her on top of the dresser, earning a gasp as excitement crashed through her veins and washed away any trace of worry - he could never be like this with anybody else.

Tig hummed low as he contemplated a pleasureful punishment, leaning in as he pressed his hands against her hips. "I'm gonna let you get away with that for now, pussycat - only cause you look real pretty tonight... But when the party's over, you better be ready for me."

"Yes, Sergeant." She panted out. She loved exploring his dominant, animalistic side - seeing him become more and more comfortable showing it to her as she learned how to push his buttons.

"Good girl." He nodded curtly, giving her a quick peck before lifting her off the dresser - pushing her down to her knees with a smirk.

Sydney giggled, teasing him a little for good measure as she placed butterfly kisses down his stomach, along his length, and up to the tip before finally taking him in her mouth - earning a groan as he stumbled back. Her tongue flattened along the underside as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking his cock further into the back of her throat where he went to grab her hair to steady himself, but quickly shifted to her shoulders instead - she had just finished getting ready for the evening, and he needed to keep that face pretty. For now.

The motivation behind Sydney's strategic actions changed from mitigating her impending punishment, to showing her appreciation for his thoughtful gesture as she deepthroated him completely, massaging what she could with her tongue as she bobbed her head up and down until she felt him start to convulse, pushing lightly against her face to stop her where she grabbed his wrist firmly, looking up into his eyes as she swallowed his release. Once she was satisfied that she had completely drained him, she decided that it was time for a little fun as she slowly slid her lips off of his impressive length - flicking her tongue over his sensitive tip with a sadistic giggle when his knees buckled.

When she finally got to her feet, he brought her in for a passionate kiss - his tongue claiming her mouth as he walked her backwards to the bed. "I have to go start your laundry." She giggled before pulling away - knowing if they started now, there was no chance that they would be joining the party.

"My laundry?" His forehead creased.

"Mhmm." She smirked, slipping out the door.

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David Hale sighed as he descended the steps of the station house after yet another unsuccessful day of fighting the crime that ran rampant in his town, nodding to the mailman who was too preoccupied examining a rather oddly shaped package.

"Officer!" He heard behind him, turning around with a scowl as he watched a silver-haired man practically leaping out of a taxi.

"Yes?" He raised a brow as he watched the squirrely man toss a fifty at the driver - not bothering to stick around for his change. "Agent Kohn, ATF - Chicago Three Division." He announced as he made his way over, pulling his badge out of his suit pocket.

"Deputy Chief Hale." The younger man nodded to the outsider. "What brings you here?"

"Been working an interstate weapons case - outlaw crew in your town may be involved... Sons of Anarchy?"

Hale felt a smile tugging at his lips as he finally stepped forward to properly greet his new best friend. "Welcome to Charming." He chuckled, grabbing his briefcase for him as he led him inside.

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When Sydney returned, Tig was fully dressed in a short-sleeved, black button up underneath his kutte, and a pair of dark grey jeans. She stared at him from the doorway, wide-eyed, enjoying the sight almost as much as she had when he was naked.

She walked over to the bed and sat back down, clasping her hands in her lap as her eyes stayed glued to him before he came to stand in front of her, straight-faced where he cupped her jaw lightly before he grasped her calves and pulled her down swiftly. She let out a shriek of surprise, laughing as her back hit the bed - her giggles quickly turning to soft whimpers as he removed her panties under her skirt, letting them fall to her ankles where he buried himself directly in her folds. She squealed in delight, arching her back off of the mattress and gripping the sheets below her - curling her toes against his back as he flicked his tongue over her clit at lightning speed.

Tig kept his eyes trained on hers the entire time, which only intensified the sensations as her hands moved to his hair where she gripped and pulled at his curls; eliciting growls and groans as he devoured her pussy - the sounds sending vibrations rippling through her body that was still sensitive from the rounds that morning, bringing her orgasm on quickly.

Tig grabbed her hands and hoisted her to her feet the second that she had pushed his head away, giving her no time to calm down as her legs trembled and her face flushed while he pulled her panties back up, giving her a light smack on the ass before straightening her skirt with a wink as he reached for her hand and led her out to the party.

"I'm gonna see if Gemma needs help with anything." Sydney said shakily, still trying to regain her bearings.

"Okay, baby." He pressed sweet a kiss to her cheek - but a sweet kiss wasn't enough as she grabbed his arm and yanked him to her lips where she needed to somehow release some of the emotions that she was harbouring.

Tig smiled against her mouth, pulling her into his arms after parting from hers. He rocked his weight from one foot to the other, contemplating turning right back around and shacking up with her for the night rather than drinking with his brothers - something that he never thought he would turn down. He pressed his forehead against hers, staring softly into her eyes before she nodded gently and pulled away.

Tig held onto her hand gently until she'd gotten far away enough that they had to let go - begrudgingly making his way over to the pool table where most of the guys were hanging out.

Sydney headed outside in search of Gemma, but instead she found Half-Sack barbecueing, or at least attempting to barbecue. She watched with an amused scowl as the poor kid threw the heavy slabs of meat on top of the roaring flames with a wince, standing as far away as he could as he tried to evenly spread them across the heat.

"Um, do you need some help over here, Kippy?" Half-Sack whipped around, beads of sweat covering his forehead.

"Oh! Uh... No, I'm fine! I got it, you know... Cooking and stuff." He nodded casually as he ran his hand down his reddened face.

"So… That's why you just threw a full rack onto an open flame?" She raised a brow.

"Are you... Like... Not supposed to do that?" He blinked nervously.

Sydney laughed, reaching over where she turned the heat down and grabbed the tongs from his trembling hands where she spent the next twenty minutes cooking the ribs to perfection. Once they were done, she trudged back through the clubhouse with Half-Sack in tow - hauling the finished food to The Matriarch for her final touches before it was up to her standards and approved for display.

"If you ever want to enjoy a meal again, do not put the prospect on the grill." Sydney advised after Half-Sack was out of earshot.

"Ah, shit..." Gemma winced. "Did he ruin everything?"

"Nah, don't worry. I got to him before that could happen." She snickered.

"Well, thank God for that... The last thing that I wanna deal with is this group when they're hungry." She scoffed as she poured some extra barbecue sauce over the meaty cuisine.

Sydney chuckled, her mind wandering to the group in question... "How's Abel?" She perked up, realizing that she hadn't been properly updated in a few days.

"Good." Gemma smiled. "Things are looking up."

"Oh, thank God…" She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yep... We have the good doctor to thank for that." Gemma mused almost mockingly.

"You don't think that people change." Sydney surmised in the form of a statement rather than a question. It was clear that Gemma thought of Tara the exact same way that she had all of those years ago. The newcomer still hadn't decided what to think of the uptight brunette, but what she did know was that the rapist wouldn't have been caught, and the newest Teller wouldn't have lived without her help - help that she gave without any obligation.

"Not in our world, sweetheart." Gemma shook her head before heaving up the tray, heading out towards the food table. Sydney chuckled as she followed her out, understanding the truth to Gemma's words - at least enough truth for her to know that it wasn't worth the argument.

Sydney rounded the bar once they reached the busy room, helping herself to a beer from the fridge rather than waiting for service at the counter. She popped the top off on the edge of the bar, winking at Jessica who had given her an appreciate nod as she raced to fill the glasses of their thirsty customers - looking up to see Happy standing in front of her.

"What's up, Happy Feet?" He grunted at the sound of the pet name.

"Where's Tig?" He bit out - making it clear that he didn't agree with the Sergeant leaving their woman alone during such a crowded club party.

"I don't know." She rolled her eyes. "Where's barmaid blondie?"

"I ain't seein' her again." He shook his head, the statement that he'd given absolutely no thought to only reminding him just how much he would like to see her again...

"No wonder you ain't seein' her again." She scoffed. "You're never gonna find a girlfriend dressing like that." She nodded to the massively oversized attire that his stocky frame drowned in.

"What's wrong with this?" His scowl deepened as he looked down at his kutte, white tee, and blue jeans.

"Hap, girls don't like this." She grabbed his shirt, lifting the mass of fabric to reveal his chiseled abs. "They like this." She smirked as he ripped his shirt back down.

"The fuck do you know about what girls like?" He stomped off before she could make another remark, leaving her standing at the bar giggling as she watched him stride angrily through the crowd - his clothing flowing behind him as Chibs and Jax waltzed over with loaded plates. "Quick question, Chibby." She nodded to the Scotsman. "Why the fuck did you sponsor a vegetarian, virgin prospect?"

"Wait, the kid doesn't eat meat?" Jax questioned with a lip turned up at the disgrace.

"Don't know, but he definitely doesn't cook it." Her eyes fell to their plates which were piled high with a variety of meats fresh off of the grill.

Jax dropped a rib down on the plate, from his mouth with a look of horror on his face while Chibs held his inches from his lips. "No no, don't worry, they're fine." Sydney snorted, almost choking on her beer. "I wasn't about to let him fuck up some prime babybacks."

"You made these, Lass?"

"Well they didn't get cooked to perfection on their own." She joked, smacking Chibs on the shoulder before turning to get herself another beer while the two men exchanged a glance.

"You hungry?" She stood from the fridge to see Half-Sack panting after making a hasty journey from the grill to the bar.

"Yeah, burgers done?" He nodded eagerly, running off to fix her a plate before he was stopped by Jax.

"Bro... You don't know how to cook ribs?"

"I don't eat meat, man." He fidgeted uncomfortably, taking off towards the serving station before the hassling could start.

The giddy prospect stood at the food table where Tig and Bobby were talking with Gemma and Clay as they observed their guests. He got to work assembling Sydney's plate, smiling to himself as he thought about the spunky new girl who had for some reason befriended him. He grabbed the mustard, but his hand was stopped by a ring-covered grip on his wrist. He looked up to see Tig - and not a happy Tig; a Tig who had just witnessed him smiling like a school girl while he thought about his old lady.

"If that's for my girl. I wouldn't be puttin' that shit on there unless you want a size-seven Steven Madden up your ass." The much younger, and much smaller man nodded his understanding nervously, averting his eyes from the threatening gaze.

"Did I just hear that come out of your mouth?" Gemma, Clay, and Bobby all shared the same scowl.

"What?" He whined. "You learn that shit when you got an old lady." He shrugged.

"I never learned that shit." Clay shook his head. "Hey, Bobby - you ever learn that shit?"

"Never, brother." The older man shrugged.

"Please, for the love of God, tell me that you did not put pickles or mustard on that." Sydney winced when Half-Sack came jogging back in with her plate of food.

"No. Your, uh- Old man wouldn't let me." Sydney's forehead creased as a curious smile came to her lips, glancing outside where she saw Tig winking at her. She blushed, biting her lip before rolling her eyes when Half-Sack laughed at her knowingly.

After everyone's stomachs had settled, the fights had finally begun. Sydney stood in the crowd with a grin, she loved watching the guys get riled up and blow off steam - the sound of the heavy boxing gloves slamming into skin sending a wave of euphoria through her, just as it always had.

She watched closely, evaluating each fighter as she tried to decipher their strengths and weaknesses. Half-Sack was way better than she'd expected; his small, lanky size working in his favor for agility as he successfully took down multiple party-goers, Juice, and Chibs before he eventually lost to Happy - but he'd put up a good fight.

"Not fightin' tonight, baby?" Sydney placed a hand on Tig's chest as he approached while the next fighter suited up to take on the Tacoma Killer.

"Nah, gotta let the others have a chance at winning for once." He winked.

She smiled and raised a brow, giving him a discerning look while she held back her laugh. "Shame, I was looking forward to it." She shrugged before ripping herself away from him, moving to stand across the ring by Chibs.

Jax was Happy's next opponent, and it was a pretty fair fight until the blonde man let Happy get him into a headlock - eventually tapping out under the tight grip of the muscular Nomad.

"Oh, come on! You can do better than that!" Sydney screamed from the sidelines, smacking the side of the ring.

"You go then, Princess." He countered playfully, tossing her the gloves as he climbed down to the ground.

Many eyes fell on the petite blonde as she caught them; expecting her to back down or laugh it off, but they were surprised when she simply shrugged before slipping one over her dainty hand.

"You sure you're up for it, little girl? Been a while." Happy raised a brow.

"Tacoma Killer'll beat the hell outta that tight little ass of yours." Bobby warned.

"Good thing I'm into that." Sydney winked.

"Woah, woah, woah." Tig gripped her biceps lightly after he'd stalked over, his eyes wide with panic. "What are you doing?"

"Dinner and a show." She explained with a smile, tiptoeing to kiss his lips. "Hold these, will ya?" She dropped her earrings into his palm.

"No offence, darlin'. But..." Jax looked in Happy's direction while she slipped her shoes off.

"No offence, darlin'." She spat cockily. "But you have no idea who you're talking to." She winked as she shoved her Steve Maddens into his chest, entering the ring barefoot.

"Cali Queen, so I've heard." He challenged.

"Well!" She raised her eyebrows amusedly. "It sounds like you do know... I must admit, VP - I'm a little offended by your lack of faith." Even if he did know, what he didn't know was that if anyone was in trouble - it was Happy. "You're right, Hap." She turned her attention back to her opponent. "It has been a while, and from what I remember - we have a score to settle." She confirmed the challenge with an evil smile and a crazy look in her eyes which were bordering on black.

Happy's lips twitched with a smirk as he briefly reminisced over the days when he'd taught Sydney to fight - finally getting her good enough over the years to the point where he actually had to try to beat her.

"What the hell?" Gemma exclaimed when she reached the group standing at the side of the ring in awe.

"Princess' showin' us what she's made of." Clay smirked as he lit a cigar.

The opponents grinned wildly at each other as they circled the ring - Sydney studying his every move, mimicking every step that he took. "C'mon, Happy Meal. I haven't taken a punch in weeks... A girl has needs." She egged him on in a voice that was as sweet as pie until he finally threw a punch - which she blocked. "That's what I'm talking about." She grinned as a few more came after; blocking two, and dodging one - the adrenaline lighting that familiar fire within her.

The crowd was captivated, oh-ing and ah-ing at every move as her constant deflection got him riled up, serving to tire him out - just as she'd planned. "Come on! Hit 'em!" Chibs hollered impatiently.

Sydney stopped to listen, giving Happy the opportunity to swing where she ducked down, not even looking in his direction as his arm swung over her head - swiftly coming up as he submitted to the force of his angry right hook; hitting him once in the gut, once in the chest, and once in the face all in a flash. It had been obvious from the start that Happy was stronger, but she was fast.

"Thought we didn't go for the face?" Happy growled as he recovered from the upper-cut.

"No." She smirked. "You don't got for my face."

After a few more punches were thrown, Happy finally managed to link one of her arms - pulling it behind her where he grabbed the other one and did the same. She struggled against his grip as he attempted to wrestle her to the ground, hopping over the foot that swung to trip her as she dragged them towards the corner of the ring.

"You ready?" She called over her shoulder, hearing him grunt in confusion before she channeled all of her adrenaline to her feet - running up the padded pole and kicking off of the top.

Happy's grip loosened in the moment where she caught him by surprise as she flipped over him - but hers didn't; her arms rotated in his as she flipped over him, pulling his arms behind his back now and using his position to leverage a safe landing. She knew that this wasn't exactly the fight that the crowd had wanted to see, but she wasn't about to show her cards all at once.

In Happy's bewildered state, she kicked the back of his knee - dropping him to the ground where she forced her right elbow into his spine to keep him down while she kept her arms linked in his as he squirmed against her grip, but he was no match for the tingling immobilization. Back of the knees - her signature move; the one that nobody ever saw coming, and always underestimated.

When Sydney came back to earth and the ringing in her ears faded, she heard the crowd cheering louder than she'd ever heard them cheer before as they counted down the seconds to her victory - thanks to Happy's inability to tap out.

"Too much time away from me, Hap. Seems you've forgotten about my favorite sweet spot." She cooed in his ear as the crowd exploded in cheer.

"I am totally hard right now." Tig muttered to nobody in particular.

"Yeah... Me too." Juice replied slowly.

"Damn, Princess." Happy stood and cracked his neck. "Better than last time. Who you been trainin' with?" The pride for his protege quickly overtook any bitterness that he could've had for losing.

"This is all me, baby." She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a smirk.

Half-Sack raised her arm as she bowed for the ecstatic crowd, exiting the ring where Clay lifted her up onto his shoulder for a victory lap. Once she was back on land, she turned to Jax who inhaled sharply, waiting for what he knew was coming...

"You up next, VP?" She asked innocently, grabbing her shoes from him, slipping them back on as he just shook his head and walked away.

"I'd offer to patch you up, but you're still sittin' pretty, angel." Tig husked as he handed off her silver hoops.

"Always." She smirked, laughing when he scooped her into his arms, bridal-style and carried her to the clubhouse.

"Where you takin' me, Sergeant?" She cooed with suggestion in her narrowing eyes.

"Not where you think, dollface." He growled as his jaw clenched.

Sydney pouted when she didn't get the answer that she wanted as his emphasized alpha-male demeanour made her pussy throb for what she'd only gotten a taste of earlier - now she was desperate for more.

"You aren't ready for me yet, sweetheart." He scoffed before setting her down on top of an empty picnic table. "Stay here." Sydney narrowed her eyes as she watched him walk into the clubhouse, rolling them when he disappeared in the crowd.

She sighed, making eye contact with a croweater who brought her over a cigarette, wrapping her lips around the white cylinder with a smirk.

"Alright, doll." Tig returned quickly with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, slamming it down on the table as he plucked the cigarette from her lips and dropped it to the ground. "Here's how this is gonna work." He grinded it beneath the heel of his boot. "You're gonna tell me all of this shit that I don't know about you."

"Oh, am I?" She scoffed, blinking incredulously.

"Yeah. You are." He demanded, sliding the bottle across the table.

"You think that just because you're fucking me full-time, I'm gonna give it all up that easy?" She smirked as she watched his neck redden under her vexing. She figured that if she was already facing punishment, she may as well make it worth it. "You'll find out soon enough, Sergeant." She took a gulp from the bottle and stood from the table, shoving it into his chest before strolling into the clubhouse.

"You're gonna regret that, pussycat." Tig growled into her ear when he caught up to her, grinding his teeth as she looked up at him with those wide eyes. The intoxicating combination of her deviance mixed with her innocence was driving him absolutely wild - trying as hard as he could to hold off on marching her to the bedroom.

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Tara slammed the door behind her, twisting the lock as she gasped for air - trying to tell herself over and over that she was just paranoid, that it had just been some freak coincidence.

But that freak coincidence didn't stop her as she peeled her trembling body off of the thick wood that she hoped would be enough to keep him out, stalking towards the closet where she yanked the door open, taking a step back as she was hit by the eye-watering smell of mothballs. She shook it away, digging through the top shelf until she finally found the box where she had hidden it; the tiny silver gun.

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It didn't take long for the victory party to move inside once the object of celebration was no longer occupied - the excited spectators feeding Sydney shots as they approached her at the bar. She downed a few and passed some off to others before she started refusing them altogether, excusing herself to use the bathroom.

She wasn't surprised when a confused Tig ran up behind her, but what she was surprised by was the amount of concern in his actions as he grabbed her waist, gently stopping her stride instead of pushing her up against the wall, or threatening her for toying with him like she'd expected.

Tig pulled her around to face him, crinkling his brows slightly as he met her warm smile and pink cheeks. "What's wrong, doll?" He asked anyways, even though he was already realizing that maybe he'd just overreacted.

"Nothin', Tiggy." She replied sweetly as she smiled up at him, placing her hands on his chest.

"You sure? You're not drinkin'..." He had yet to see the fish of a girl turn down an open opportunity to drink him and his brothers under the table.

Sydney leaned in, twirling a hand in her hair as she looked up into his eyes. "I'm just trying to be a good girl for you, Sergeant. You wouldn't want me to be too drunk and not be able to understand my punishment later. That would mean that I might do it again... And you don't want that, do you?" She spoke in a seductive pout.

"Yeah..." He said distantly as his eyes glossed over. "Yeah... You're right, babygirl." His tone was gentle and appreciative as he stroked her hair before he pressed his lips against her forehead. She closed her eyes as his lips met her skin, but they quickly snapped open when she felt the gentle petting on her hair tighten as he gripped it in his fist. "But don't be thinking that's gonna get you off the hook." He sneered, gritting his teeth before he pushed off of her and walked back out to the party.

Sydney huffed as she watched him walk away after doing an equally good job at riling her up - he knew that she was dying to see what he had in store for her, and she was dying to see now.

After Sydney finished up in the bathroom, she headed back out to the party when her eyes landed on the pool-turned-poker table where Chibs, Tig, Bobby, Half-Sack, and a few randoms that she'd seen at club parties before were all getting ready to play.

"Come to watch me clean 'em out?" Tig pulled her into his lap as she walked over, acting as if their previous conversation hadn't taken place.

"Come to do it myself." She scoffed, biting her lip as yet another chance to surprise Tig presented itself without her even trying - knowing that she was really in for it now. "You didn't really think you were going to play without me, did you?" She cocked her head at Half-Sack who looked nervous, immediately dealing her in as she moved to her own chair - a chair that was as far away from Tig as possible. She was sure to grind against him extra hard as she stood up - just for good measure - smirking at him as she sat across the table.

It was well over an hour into the game and Sydney was doing exactly as she had planned. She'd gotten two of the three randoms out entirely, and had the biggest stack on the table as Chibs went all in before she successfully called his bluff, getting him out too.

"There is no damn way that you're this good at poker." He groaned as he slid his chips to her ever-growing pile.

"Had to pay the bills somehow." She shrugged.

"Figured it was stripping." Bobby scoffed, bringing his beer to his mouth.

"A girl's gotta eat." She replied studiously. "So, who's giving me their money next?"

It was finally down to the final rounds and Sydney's cards weren't great, but by the way that the betting was going - theirs weren't either. It was Bobby's last chance as his blinds ran out, figuring that she could move her impending win along quickly by going all in and flushing him out.

Tig was trying his hardest to read her expression as he studied every inch of her angelic face when suddenly it hit him; the slightest flicker behind her eyes as her fingers ran over the gold pendant around her neck.

"All in." He shoved his impressive stack of chips to the centre of the table.

"You sure about that, Sergeant?" She raised a brow.

"Let's go, Princess." He motioned for her to flip her cards.

Sydney bit her lip as she flipped them, revealing that her hand was only a measly pair of sevens - but a measly pair of sevens appeared to be enough as his face dropped.

"Shit..." He cursed. "You did good, pussycat..." He sighed. "But not good enough." It was her face that dropped now when he revealed his pair of eights.

Sydney cursed herself for letting his charm get the better of her as she slid a large majority of her chips over to him, ignoring the satisfied grins from the opponents that she'd beaten out as Half-Sack dealt what she knew would be the final hand - which played out exactly how she had expected; Tig running up the bets and flushing her out, because it was exactly what she had been doing the entire game. She inhaled sharply as he shot her a shit-eating grin as Bobby handed him his pay out, pushing away from the table and stomping over to the bar.

"Not gonna stick around to congratulate your old man?" She caught the whiff of whiskey and cologne, turning around to see him standing over her where she glared up at him. "That's what good old ladies do, sweetheart." He tried to work her up even more - her trying equally as hard by not giving in - leaning in closer to her ear when she didn't budge. "Thought you were bein' a good girl for me tonight, doll?"

She ran her tongue across her teeth, trying her hardest not to let up on her hardened expression as she stared up at him through her eyelashes. She could see the frustration building in him, the fire igniting behind his eyes - and it was a sight that made her lips twitch.

Tig looked her up and down, chuckling in a low rumble that was evil enough to scare her a bit - grabbing her elbow and yanking her towards him. "That's enough. My bed. Naked. Ten minutes." He snarled through gritted teeth.

Sydney fought with everything in her not to submit - and she would've found it much easier to do if he wasn't using his Sergeant's voice. She knew that she couldn't mask the look in her eye, but she didn't move a muscle in her body - her eyes following him as he walked away.

She spent the next eight minutes contemplating whether or not she would show up late, or be waiting for him fully clothed - finally deciding on fully clothed, figuring that she would give him the short-lived satisfaction of watching her walk to his room.

"Hey, can I talk to you there, uh- Heavyweight champ?" Clay approached with a nod, making her chuckle. "You ready to ride out on Monday?"

"Got her all tuned up, figured I'd get it done well you kept my Sergeant busy." She smirked.

"Your Sergeant?" He raised a brow. "So, that's goin' well, I take it?"

"Seems to be… He say anything?" She asked as casually as possible as she examined her cuticles.

"More than enough." He raised both brows now, making her blush. "He keepin' you happy?" She looked down shyly, brushing her long hair behind her ear to reveal a cluster of both old and new hickeys. "Forget I asked." He winced, looking away with a dramatic recoil that made her laugh. "You use any of that money yet?" He nodded.

"Why? You gonna ask for it back?" She mused.

"Nah, you earned that." He chuckled. "Gonna secure the warehouse this week... I want you there for that."

"Yes, sir." She nodded, inadvertently glancing up at the clock to see that she had completely lost track of time, and was due in Tig's room in less than a minute. Panic washed over her face as she realized that she was no longer in control of which request she would be disobeying, because at this rate - it would be both. "Uh, it was nice talkin' to ya, Pres - but I've got somewhere that I need to be." She stood from her barstool hastily.

"Everything okay, Princess?" He scowled.

"If you want me in tip top shape for the ride on Monday..." She raised a brow. "I would suggest that you let me get on my way." She began slowly backing away.

"Jesus Christ." He grimaced when he finally caught on.

Sydney laughed as she took off down the hall, not giving herself any time to see if Tig was even still amongst the party. She silently prayed that he was, opening the door slowly where she peered around it, sighing in relief as she stepped into the empty room - but her reprieve was cut short when her usually favorite scent filled her nostrils.

"Cuttin' it close there, dollface." Her stomach sank and her eyes widened as she slowly turned around to face him, jumping when the door slammed behind her. She backed towards the bed as Tig approached her - tall with his chest puffed out, her knees hitting the mattress as she fell back.

"I-I'm sorry, Sergeant." She stuttered as he took her jaw into his rough and assertive grip.

Tig looked down at her as she looked at him in her exaggerated innocence, only this time it was completely organic. "You're not sorry yet, darlin'." He moved his hand down to her throat, growing even hungrier as he watched the fear-laced excitement grow behind her eyes. "Get those clothes off." He tipped her head up as he leaned down, kissing her roughly. "Now."

She stripped for him deliberately; fast enough to satisfy his command, but slow enough for him to enjoy the show - her core igniting with the need to please as she tried to maintain her nervous appearance as he walked over and placed his hands gently on her waist. She tentatively reached up, beginning to unbutton his shirt where she placed gentle kisses on every bit of skin that she exposed, pulling away where she looked up into his eyes apologetically when she heard him chuckling at her efforts.

Tig was surprised at how good she was at the little girl act considering just how hard of a time she caused for anyone who thought that they could tell her what to do. He pushed her to lay down gently as he straddled her, still wearing his boxers. He kissed her passionately, slowly - confusing her, letting her think that her minimal efforts had actually worked. She ran her fingers through his hair as their tongues tangled as he placed his hands on her waist, lifting her pelvis to grind against him - trying to get some kind of release, but his hand quickly slid down to her hip and pinned her to the mattress.

"Not so fast, babygirl." He spoke softly. "My little princess needs to learn what happens when she tests my patience." His tone intensified - now a hushed growl directly in her ear.

Sydney's cheeks flushed scarlet as her body became instantly covered in goosebumps. He kissed gently down her neck, making his way to her nipples, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard. She moaned the way that she thought he'd want - suddenly feeling him cease all contact until his face was at hers again, and his hand was gripping her throat.

"You make a single sound? And it's game over, pussycat."

"But that's not fair, Serg-" Her whining was quickly cut off by him roughly flipping her onto her stomach, pinning her small frame beneath him as a loud clap echoed off her ass the second that she landed.

"Nah, sweetheart. What's not fair. Is you. Walkin' around here. Like. You own. The damn. Place." His words were broken by his hand coming down on her ass, the spanks getting harder each time.

Sydney grew unbelievably ravenous as the stinging that spread through her body morphed into adrenaline that needed release. She tensed and wiggled under his grip as she tried to stifle her moans, clenching her teeth as hard as she could as he rubbed the skin that was now bright red, soothing the burning that followed the pins and needles. His hand dipped down between her legs, grazing her glistening wet folds which made her gasp as her entire body jolted.

"You like this, don't you?" Another spank. "Horny little brat."

"No, Sergeant." She lied before he plunged his fingers into her, ripping them out just as quick.

"Liar." He spanked her again, even harder than before.

Sydney felt tears welling up in her eyes as her insides tightened, silently cursing herself for being so weak, but she couldn't help it - she would've given anything at that moment if it meant absolution.

"Don't forget what I told you." He pulled her up by her hips so that she was on all fours, snaking his hand down to clamp over her clit, not moving his fingers. "You can lie to me, but this pussy can't." He could feel her trembling as he retook her throat in his hand and pulled her up to his chest. "You gonna be a good girl and listen from now on?"

"Yes, Sergeant." She whimpered, willing her body to shiver as much as she could without it being obvious that she was after the friction where his fingers were, but the ploy only earned her another hard spank as he bent her back over and pulled himself away - making it clear that she was to stay in that position.

Tig grinned as he left her on her hands on knees for what felt like ages for both of them, the anticipation becoming almost unbearable as he moved around the room, undressing himself fully before his hands finally returned to her ass, making her jolt again.

"So beautiful." He mused as he admired the red handprints that covered her skin, planting open-mouthed kisses all around them - occasionally dipping his tongue inside her core. She remained still and quiet as she violently clutched at the duvet - determined to get her reward.

Tig pushed two fingers inside of her when she didn't break, curling them the way that he knew she liked. He would only be able to take her so far before he himself would break, and he wanted to see how far she would push herself for him. His dick throbbed painfully as he revelled in the intoxicating power that she let him have - allowing him take her from the independent woman who played by her own rules, to the obedient little girl that worshipped him at his feet; the reaper princess, the one that no one could handle, completely at his mercy.

"That's enough, babygirl." He decided as he ran his fingers gently through her curls while she quivered, ignoring the devil on his shoulder that was calling him a pussy for letting her win once again as he took the last moments of the beautiful image before him. Because even though she was winning, was he really losing? "C'mere, angel."

Sydney had never realized that a man's words could stimulate her so intensely until she met Tig - feeling every one of her female organs twitching, trembling, and teetering as each pet name rolled off of his insatiable tongue.

Tig brought her into his arms and placed her onto her back where already her eyes were rolling back against his touch - the tears of restraint loosening from them. He lifted her legs and pushed straight into her, the sudden pressure, immense relief, and intense pleasure pushing out a scream. She quickly shut herself up, but it was too late - another tear falling when he pulled out of her. He cupped her face with both hands, leaning into her as he chuckled sadistically and pushed back into her where he set a brutal pace - the position of her legs on his shoulders causing him to hit her g-spot perfectly with each thrust.

Sydney no longer cared about being quiet once the sound of the bed frame slamming against the wall filled the room; she was screaming his name, and she knew that he wouldn't be able to stop even if he wanted to.

Tig quickly felt her clenching around him, holding her head still as he looked deep into her eyes, bringing her to her release at the same time that he met his - something that he hadn't anticipated so early on, but torturing her had inadvertently done a number on him as well.

All Sydney could do was give in as stars exploded before her, her vision fading from his gorgeous crystal blue orbs and into a spotty black abyss of pure euphoria.

Tig let her slowly drift back to earth before he moved off of her, pulling back the covers where he laid back and brought her on top of him before covering them both up. She cuddled against his chest as the aftershocks pulsed through her body, clinging to his warmth as he rubbed her back while his lips stayed pressed against the top of her forehead.

"Was that... Too much?" He grimaced as he hooked his fingers under her chin, bringing her heavy eyes up to meet his. He knew that she liked when he exercised his dominance, but the new addition of tears had thrown him for a bit of a loop.

"It was just right, Tiggy." She smiled with hazy eyes.

"Oh yeah, Princess?" He raised an eyebrow with challenge in his tone as the concern in his eyes turned immediately to lust.

"Mhmm." She hummed, shifting her gaze from his eyes, to his lips where she leaned in to recapture them. "I love you." She said quietly as she kissed him, succumbing to the drowsiness.

Tig wound his fingers in her hair, gripping it tight as his arms flexed around her back, pouring his emotions into the kiss before he pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers. "I love you too." He hugged her tight, releasing slightly but keeping a grip firm enough for her to know that was how she would be falling asleep - in his arms, where she belonged.

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Songs for this chapter

Look Back at It - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

positions - Ariana Grande