IM BAAAACK (and with lots of author notes to kick things off!) Thank you ever so much for the patience while I had my little soul searching hiatus. Something I wanted to say in wake of my absence is that when I'm having a block or am in a rut, what manages to pull me out INSTANTLY is comments from you guys. I die inside at the mere thought of someone taking the time to write me a comment - no matter how big or small - whether it be a compliment, a review, or a prediction. The fact that MY writing means enough to someone for them to think about what could happen next is still absolutely mindblowing to me (can you tell I'm not a writer? lol). So I give endless amounts of thanks to everyone who has read, commented, liked, bookmarked, etc. You have no idea how much it means to me and can instantly brighten the darkest of my days.
HELP: I've gotten a few suggestions about better breaking up scenes since y'all know I love my long chapters😩 But I TOTALLY agree that it can get confusing and take a minute to realize when it's a new scene. So I'm trying out this new method of separating them and I would really appreciate some feedback! Do you like it, do you hate it, does it make a difference to you at all, etc. Thank you so much in advance!
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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.
CHAPTER 59: CALIFORNIA DREAMING
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"Come on. Let's eat." Tig nodded to the back of the van, hoping to cut short any thoughts that Sydney was having about not being worthy of what he had happily put together for her. The truth was that she was the only person worthy. There was a reason that Tig Trager was known for anything but romance - but there was also a reason that she made him want to be a romantic. It wasn't that he didn't possess the ability - he did; it was that he had switched off that vulnerable part of himself all those years ago, thinking that he would never find anyone worthy of that risk ever again. But as she had many times over the last couple of months - Sydney had managed to prove him wrong.
Sydney took in the scene around her, a nostalgic smile coming to her face when she realized that Tig had taken her to Anu Nuevo Park - the park which housed the deserted beach that she'd come to for solace when he was on his first run to Nevada.
She turned her attention back to him, nodding and letting him guide her to sit atop the blankets that he had padded the floor of the van with. "Yellow this time, huh?" She mused as she picked up the beautiful bouquet of fully bloomed roses.
"Figured I'd cycle through the rainbow." He smirked, passing her a beer out of the mini cooler.
"You really did think of everything." She smirked back as she popped the cap off of the glass bottle and tipped it back.
"Mhm, wait til you see what else I got planned." He winked as he unscrewed the cap to his own beer, smiling slyly.
"There's more?" Her forehead creased in surprise as he nodded proudly. "Damn… My pussy must be real good to deserve all of this." She drawled, shaking her head slowly.
"The best." He groaned with a smile, glad to hear the return of the lighthearted jokes that he was used to. "But you know… I'm gettin good at this." He gestured to the thoughtful scene around them. "You got some measuring up to do." He teased, feigning cockiness over his success as pulled open the cardboard takeout container in his lap.
"The last time I planned a good date, it got me dumped." She scoffed.
Tig's head snapped up in worry when he heard her bitter response, his heart speeding up in his chest - but all of that went away when he saw that devious little smirk on her face, biting his lip as he shook his head. "Eat your dinner." He rolled his eyes, nudging her leg playfully as he passed her the box.
"Yes sir." She cooed, picking up the sauce cup filled with chipotle mayo. "Maybe I'll be able to measure up later…" She drawled innocently as she popped the lid off, peeking up at him through her eyelashes as she sucked the spicy substance off of her thumb slowly.
Tig grinned as he shook his head at her antics, leaning down and grabbing her ankles where he hoisted her legs up onto his lap - winking as he reached into the box on her lap and pulled out a beef burrito.
Sydney smiled fondly as she settled comfortably with her back against the side wall of the van, sinking her teeth into the delicious fish taco.
"Good?" He questioned as he finished off his first burrito, reaching into the box for another.
"Good food, good view, good service." She nodded as she let her eyes slide over him lewdly. "I'll have to make sure I tip the Sergeant real good." She smirked suggestively.
"The Sergeant'll be the one tipping you real good." He joked.
Sydney cackled, her smile not fading as she watched his spread across his face. She tried to stop but she couldn't - not with her chest so full of the lightness that he provided her. She finally tore her eyes away, looking down at her lap bashfully as she shook off her giddiness.
Tig smiled as he watched her giggle with the sun bouncing off of her glowing face. He ran his hands up and down her smooth calves affectionately, soaking up the entirety of the blissful moment. He was glad that she seemed to be back to normal, and he was even more glad to know that he had been a part of getting her there, especially before his entire plan had been revealed - he had managed to hit a home run before he'd even made it to the second base.
The pair ate in a comfortable silence, enjoying the closeness as they stared out across the horizon where the rolling waves were reduced to ripples the further that they got from the shoreline.
Tig smiled as he patted her leg, leaning over and sticking his hand into the box in search of another burrito.
"Oh my god!" He jerked back, startled by her shrieking. He looked over her with wide eyes as panic filled his lungs - but he quickly realized as her legs bounced against his thighs that her outburst had been one of excitement, not one of distress.
"What?" He looked from her giddy expression, out to where she was staring across the water for an explanation.
"You didn't see?" She frowned.
"Nah, I was trying to get another burrito before you eat all of them too." He whined, shaking his head in awe at the box that was almost empty.
"I told you I wanted tacos." She rolled her eyes with a bashful smile, sliding the box off of her lap and over to him as her eyes returned to water.
"You didn't tell me how many!" He exclaimed theatrically. He knew that the girl could eat, but he hadn't expected her to match his determination in polishing off the dozen tacos that he'd ordered them.
"You didn't ask." She shrugged with a playful smile.
Tig shook his head with a chuckle, returning his attention to his burrito where he went to try taking a bite once again since he had been unsuccessful the first time.
"Look, look, look!" Sydney screamed and smacked his bicep, startling him again as he jerked back.
"Jesus christ, woman." He exhaled sharply, squinting as he scanned the horizon for whatever it was that she was losing her damn mind over, wondering if there was actually anything there or if she was just fucking with him.
Just as Tig was convinced that she was keeping him from eating on purpose - that was when he saw it: the large tail come up out of the water and go right back down. But before he could comprehend what it was that he was seeing, Sydney was taking off towards the water to get a closer look.
"God dammit." He groaned, tossing his untouched burrito back into the box and running after her where he quite literally swept her off of her feet. He couldn't help but smile as she shrieked and laughed when he scooped her up and carried her to the shoreline where they stood in silence, waiting anxiously for the elusive ocean creature to surface again.
"I think he's gone, babe." He frowned after a few minutes, scanning the water as far as his eyes could see.
"He's gonna come up again." Sydney pleaded hopefully as she shook her head, not taking her eyes off of where she'd seen the whale go down.
They stood for a few minutes longer, listening to the crashing of the waves and the cawing of the seagulls before Sydney realized that she wasn't going to be lucky enough to see it for a third time. "Okay." She frowned, admitting defeat. "Can I put my feet in the water before we go back?" She looked up at him with glossy eyes.
Tig nodded attentively, setting her to the ground before he leant down to pull his boots off and roll up his jeans. Once he was ready, he grabbed her hand and slowly led her to where the water met the sand as the waves rolled in, a smile coming to his face when he saw the peace roll over her the second that the frothy water gathered around her bright pink toes.
Sydney inhaled deeply as her favorite sensation enveloped her, squeezing Tig's hand and exhaling a cleansing breath as she let her eyes gently open back up to the bright, shining sun. She blinked a few times, letting them adjust to the light before she was taken aback by the sight that appeared before her: at least a dozen whales propelling their upper bodies out of the water. She slapped her hand over her mouth as she squealed in surprise, her wide eyes looking to Tig to be sure that he'd seen it this time.
"Migration…" Tig realized as he watched the sloshing water where the pod of humpbacks had come up. "They don't usually get this close." He spoke through his awe. He didn't consider himself to be much of a spiritual guy - unless the signs were bad, of course - but he couldn't help himself from feeling like luck had been on his side for once. It seemed that all of the stars had somehow aligned just for him, so that he could give Sydney the perfect day - like the universe was rewarding him for his efforts.
"Oh my god." Sydney shook her head, still captivated even after they had disappeared far below the surface. "Now you really outdid yourself." She chuckled.
"I know." He winked. "And I aint done yet, come on." He nodded back to the van, scooping her back up and carrying her across the beach before setting her back down on the blankets while he crawled to the very back and swiped the black backpack that he'd stashed behind the driver's seat - pulling out a turquoise bikini and the black swim trunks that he'd gotten on their first beach trip.
"Rooting around my closet again, huh?" She joked with a purr in her voice and a seductive smile as she accepted the strappy bathing suit that he'd chosen from her collection.
"I've found all your skeletons, baby." He winked. "Speaking of skeletons… We still got a lot of stuff to try out in that little box of yours…" He smirked as his arm circled her waist and pulled her flush against him.
The flush of mixed excitement and embarrassment that Sydney felt was immediately overtaken by the ache in her thigh when her legs wrapped around him instinctually, being pulled from the moment and reminded of her unfortunate predicament that he had managed to make her forget all about until now. "I can't go in the water…" She realized, growing more frustrated with her situation as she looked down at the silky garment in her hands.
"Don't worry." Tig shook his head, lifting her falling chin. "I got it all taken care of." He assured her, diving down to capture her lips in a sensual, open mouthed kiss - her frown disappearing instantly as she slid her hands up his chest and devoured his mouth hungrily, his taste completely abolishing her disappointment.
Tig pulled her into his lap as their encounter quickly escalated to a flurry of need, his hands greedily roaming every inch of her body while hers pulled at his shirt.
"Are you gonna help me change?" She asked breathlessly between hot kisses.
"You need my help, baby?" He panted.
"Mhmm." She pleaded with wide eyes leaning on her hands pressed against his chest, looking down at him with her lip between her teeth before he lifted her to rest on her knees in front of him - gently dragging the frilly hem of her dress upwards, taking his time around her wound until the light material was gathered at her waist and he finally pulled it over her head.
Sydney shivered when the cool breeze rolling off of the water hit her bare back, sighing when the warmth of his hands enveloped her as he brought her into back his lap - his hot mouth attaching itself to her neck, then her collarbone, then the tops of her breasts, and finally to her nipples as his strong arms held her tightly against him.
"I-" She moaned. "I wanna feel you… All of you." She whined as she rocked against him, needing more than the soothing feeling of his hands sliding up and down the smooth skin of her back.
Tig pulled his lips off of her as she writhed with need. "I'm all yours, baby." He nodded, letting her go as he leant back and pulled his t-shirt over his head, quickly pressing himself back against her.
Sydney sighed when the warmth of his chest met hers, sliding her hands over his shoulders and winding her arms around his neck as she pushed her tongue inside of his mouth and continued to grind herself against crotch. "Make love to me, Alexander." She whispered as they parted, resting her forehead against his.
Tig felt the same spark that he'd felt the first time that his name had come out of her perfect mouth in that soft lilt while she begged for him to show her how much he loved her. He nodded, reattaching his lips to hers as he moved his hands to the middle of her back, supporting her weight as he gently lowered her to the soft blankets below them and hovered over her.
Sydney's thumbs rubbed tender circles over his cheekbones as he kissed her lazily, her breathing getting deeper and deeper the longer that he made her wait. Only he could make her so eager for something so amazing to end, because she knew that what was to come would be even better.
Tig pressed one last lingering kiss to her moistened lips, finally sitting up and undoing his belt buckle. He felt her nails dragging down his chest lightly, tickling the sensitive skin where butterflies swarmed below the surface as she looked up at him so affectionately. He couldn't help but smile at the slight blush that came to her cheeks when he matched her gaze, looking down at her as she laid in wait; beautiful, exposed, his.
"You're an angel…" He spoke dreamily, running his hand over her cheek and stroking her lips with his thumb before he pressed his lips back to hers. Slow was not a word that would ever be used to describe Tig Trager - but it was a word that perfectly described the way that he loved Sydney. The way that he took his time worshipping her body, admiring her beauty - like he wanted to memorize every last detail.
"I love you." She whispered as his lips parted from hers.
"I love you too." He spoke sincerely, shimmying out of his jeans before gently slipping his fingers under the waistband of the white lace g-string she was wearing, sliding it down her legs carefully.
Sydney whimpered as he took his time, shivering under the gentle touch of his fingers guiding back up her body where he took her face into his hands, stroking her jaw as he pushed inside of her slowly, his hovering mouth absorbing every sound that left her lips.
"Tig." She moaned shakily as her eyes rolled back, goosebumps breaking out across her skin as she clutched his biceps while she took in the overwhelming sensation.
Tig felt a buzzing in his chest as she quivered below him; could feel her body, sensitive around him - her inner walls constricting even tighter. He felt the warmth in his chest spread through his entire body, gently retreating as he felt his own eyes beginning to flutter backwards before snapping his head back in place where he looked at her with the same awe and admiration that she was looking at him with.
He looked down between them at their heaving chests and trembling arms, all results of their complete enamoration with each other. His eyes glimmered with excitement as they trailed back up to hers, the switch flipping in both of them the second that they reestablished eye contact.
Sydney's hands flew to his shoulders, yanking him as close to her as she could while his lips attacked hers and his hands gripped her sides, resting his weight on her as he kept his thrusts slow and deep. He trailed his hands up her arms where he guided them above her head, holding them in place as he pulled his lips from hers and hovered over her, staring deep into her eyes while he made love to her.
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Jax stood over the shallow grave in the woods where he had dumped Kohn's body. He knew that he should've burned and buried the prick days ago, but there was something inside of him that was stopping him from closing that coffin for good - a part of him that knew that once this was over, him and Tara would be too, and he hadn't been ready to let go of everything he'd been familiar with, not yet. But today, all of that changed. He was shown once again why it was so dangerous to live this life half in, half out. A VP would've had no problem finding a way around his issue with Opie this morning, but a true VP wouldn't have had an issue in the first place - now him and his best friend were burdened with the weight of club secrets.
He flicked open his Zippo lighter, tossing it down onto the gasoline doused body and watching as the entire hole burst into flames. He grit his teeth as the smell of burning flesh began to fill the air, he knew that this was the end of every drop of comfortable familiarity that he had ever known.
Once the flames began to reduce, he knew it was time to do the one last thing he needed to do to seal his fate as a true outlaw: he pulled his father's manuscript from underneath his hoodie, removing the dry parchment from the protective leather and flipping through it one last time before he threw it into the flames. If he couldn't pull Opie out, he needed to be sure that he was standing right there beside him to keep him safe. No matter how much sense his father's words made, no matter how badly he wanted to take the club in the direction that JT had always intended, he knew that he would never be SAMCRO as long as this existed in his life.
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"I changed my mind." Tig chuckled as he stood in the sand between Sydney's legs where they dangled off of the back of the van as he tied the drawstring on his swim trunks. "You aren't Tequila Sunrise… You're Sex on The Beach." He looked up at her with a sly grin, pleased with himself over his clever joke.
"Sweet… Juicy…" She mused with a flirty smile as she dragged her foot up his leg.
"Damn right you are." He growled playfully, smoothing his hands up her thighs as he let his eyes linger over her perfect body in the revealing bathing suit - not nearly as concerned about the amount of skin that she had on display today as he had been the first time that they'd been at the beach together.
"You know… I could've just gone naked…" She drawled as she scanned the deserted beach, reaching behind her where she pulled at the strings holding her top together.
"You practically are." Tig scoffed, yanking her to her feet before she could finish untying her suit where he playfully smacked her ass which was fully exposed in the thong style bottoms, smirking as he watched a grin come to her face.
"So… What exactly are you planning on doing? Lifting me up onto your shoulders?" Sydney questioned with a raised brow as she looked between Tig and the open water.
"Nah. You'll be on my shoulders later." He smirked again before rounding the van.
Sydney felt the butterflies swarm down her body, her cheeks getting even hotter under the beating sun as she thought about going again, wondering if round three could somehow be better than round two had been - but her hyper-senstive body seemed to know the answer as she stood pulsing with excitement.
Tig returned to the back of the van with a proud smile on his face as he presented her with the large cardboard box containing a pink inflatable lounge raft.
Sydney felt a giant smile forming on her face as she shook her head and giggled, he really had thought of everything. "Oh Sergeant, you are too good…" She hooked her finger into her mouth as her eyes went from playful to seductive in an instant.
Tig felt his dick twitching when she looked at him like that, his eyes flicking down her body before he refocused himself, shaking his head and throwing the box down onto the sand where he reached for his knife and sliced it open.
Sydney smiled as he tried to ignore her, an excited chuckle rumbling in her chest as she seated herself back down and watched him remove the bright pink floaty from the box. She sat in amusement over the next few minutes as he tried to make it look like he was just studying the intricate design that he had chosen, but it had been clear as day to her what the real problem was.
"You bring a pump?" She smiled down at him knowingly.
"Uh." Tig blinked a few times, scratching his head - he couldn't believe that in the midst of his intricate plan, he had forgotten such a vital tool.
"Ah, so you're planning on blowing me too." She mused, leaning back onto her elbows.
"Hey! I don't need anything from the peanut gallery? Okay." He held up hand to silence her in mock frustration before returning to the task at hand.
Sydney grinned, biting her lip as she pushed herself to her feet and pranced over to him. "I'm just kidding, Tiggy." She pouted innocently as she tilted his head up, leaning down to pepper his lips with sloppy, apologetic kisses.
"Uh-huh." Tig grumbled playfully.
"What if I lay right here while you blow it up for me?" She suggested cheerfully as she settled herself into the sand next to him, lying on her stomach so that her ass was in perfect view.
"Fine. But I don't want you on that leg, so flip over." He attempted to show as little interest in her display as possible.
"Yes, daddy." She purred as she rolled onto her back.
Tig dropped his grumbly facade for a split second, looking at her with a playful smirk before plastering the displeased look back on his face as he began blowing air into the fluorescent lounger.
Once the Sergeant's poor smoker's lungs were thoroughly spent, there was finally enough air in the chair to warrant heading into the water. He got to his feet, wobbling a few times as he fought off the dizziness that clouded his vision with spots, blinking rapidly as his eyes refocused to see Sydney standing in front of him with a smug smile as she held out a beer.
"Looks like you need this." She pursed her lips as she looked over his unstable stance.
"Yeah, yeah." Tig rolled his eyes. "The things I do for you…" He placed a hand on his hip and shook his head as he tipped the bottle back.
"Don't worry Sarge." She cooed as she drummed her nails over his exposed stomach, fighting off her smile as he flinched and began choking on his beer. "I promise I'll make it worth your while." She drawled seductively, turning away from him with a cocky smirk as he composed himself.
Tig watched her walk towards the water in awe, chuckling as he shook his head before draining his beer and tossing the empty bottle onto the sand, swiping the almost fully melted sorbet before grabbing the floaty and following after her.
Sydney stood at the shoreline with her feet in the water, pulling her hair out of her low ponytail as she waited for Tig, flipping her head upside-down and gathering her thick, long locks into a messy bun on the top of her head where she began fastening it with the hair tie before she heard a snap.
"Fuck." She groaned.
"What?" Tig scowled as he approached, realizing what had happened when she dangled the broken elastic before his eyes as her other hand held her hair in place.
"Don't suppose you guys keep any in the van." She chuckled with a roll of her eyes - one of the downsides to living with men.
"Nah… Nah I don't think so." Tig shook his head as he pursed his lips, looking around for an alternate solution when his eyes landed on his wrists. "Come here." He motioned for her to straighten up, taking over where she had been holding her hair atop her head and wrapping one of his wrist cuffs around it, tightening it as much as he could and hoping it would stay in place as he stepped away.
"Good?" He asked as she bobbed her head around.
"Good." She nodded with a smile, impressed with his resourcefulness.
"Alright." He nodded as he assessed the best way to get her far enough out in the water without getting wet. "Hold this." He passed her the sorbet. "And come here." He led her out a little deeper where the chair was able to float. "Now lay down."
Sydney looked between the floaty and the waves skeptically, knowing that they were definitely big enough to, at the very least, get her wet if Tig tried to push her through them.
"Have some faith. Come on." He ushered her down to the chair, ignoring her questioning gaze.
She chuckled as she sat down on the cold plastic, kicking her feet up and laying back. Even though she was sure that this wouldn't work, the combination of Tig's authority and the bliss of the ocean around her was enough for her to keep her mouth shut and give it a try.
"Ready?" He asked with his foot keeping her floating in place as the waves whirled around her.
"Aye aye, Sergeant." She saluted.
Tig chuckled, pushing her away with his foot before wading in after her, eventually leaning down and pushing her towards the open water.
Sydney giggled when he made propeller noises as he pushed her out further and further, stopping when she saw exactly what she had been worried about: a giant wave coming right for them.
"Shit…" Tig looked around for a way out even though he knew that there wasn't one.
"What'd I tell ya." She shook her head nonchalantly.
"Okay… Hold on." He braced himself against the floating chair, covering her wound the best that he could with his hands.
Instead of holding on, Sydney did the exact opposite - screeching in excitement as she let herself be launched into the air and into Tig's arms where she clutched to him for dear life, praying that her plan had worked and that she wasn't drenched with harmful sea water.
Tig was shocked by not only the ferocity of the wave hitting him like a ton of bricks; but by the stupid floaty flying right over his head, and Sydney managing to wrap herself around him and stay out of harms way as she cackled into his ear while watching the bright pink chair tumble all the way back to the shore.
"Jesus christ." He shook his out his now soaking wet curls. "I thought I told you to hold on." He looked down at her incredulously as she shook with laughter against him.
"If I had held on, I would've been over there." She gasped for air as she tried to stop laughing, pointing to the sad looking chair as it floundered in a small tidal pool.
"So you're okay?" He clarified, looking down to see that most of the water covering her body was just residual droplets from what he had been coated with.
"Yup. It was like the log ride all over again." She smirked at the memory. "And I even saved our dessert." She unwound one of her arms from his neck, proudly presenting the sorbet."
Tig snickered, wondering why he was surprised. Of course Sydney had managed to save herself and her precious dessert. His mind momentarily drifted to the fact that once again, he wasn't able to protect her from something, but he shook it away. She was okay and that was what mattered.
"Alright, plan B." He began walking them through the waist deep water towards the shore.
"Aint the first time I've heard that." Sydney scoffed.
Tig threw his head back and cackled, the temporary doubt escaping with his laughter. Once they reached her floaty, he set her down to her feet where he crouched and began rinsing the material of the sand that it had collected.
"At least if you float away, I'll be able to find you." He chuckled as he tried not to be blinded by the fluorescent colour.
"You sure the sharks won't get to ya before you can reach me?" Her lips curled up as she remembered how scared he had been on their first beach trip.
"Nah, come on." He motioned for her to come closer with mock-impatience.
Sydney's brows furrowed until she realized what it was that he was asking, looking down at him crouched on the ground.
"I thought you said that I wasn't gonna be on your shoulders until later…" She drawled as she swirled her foot around in the water.
"Well we're speedin things up, come on." He nodded.
Sydney obliged with a smirk on her face, she loved when he got short with her - a telltale sign that she was winding him up nice and tight. She happily settled her thighs around his neck as he grabbed onto her knee to keep her steady as he got to his feet and began walking out to the open water for a second time, letting the floaty drag alongside them instead of infront of them. He was luckier this time, no big waves crashing into them and risking ruining the day before they were able to get deep enough that the water was calm.
"That's better." Tig nodded as he positioned the floaty in front of him before leaning forward and flipping Sydney down off of his shoulders, catching her in his arms where he swiftly dropped her onto the floaty.
Sydney blinked a few times, catching her breath as a wave of excitement rolled over her and a blush came to her cheeks when he so expertly maneuvered her around. She smiled as he grinned down at her, composing herself as he handed her the sorbet.
"I don't know…" She shook her head as she unscrewed the lid. "Surfing was fun…" She looked up at him with those lively green eyes.
"No." He shook his head firmly, cutting off that thought before she could get running with it - because he knew that she would find a way to convince him if she did.
"Fine." She rolled her eyes with a smile, looking out across the water.
Tig continued pushing her out until the water level was at his chest - deep enough that he could enjoy floating with her. He rested his head on her uninjured thigh as he let the water propel his body upwards, floating across the surface as the sun shone on his back.
The California native had ironically never really been much of a water guy - he always found the silence to be suicide for his overactive and hateful mind, but laying with Sydney's delicate fingers stroking his curls and the peaceful sound of the water around them had made him more able to understand why she found so much comfort in it.
"I know you're starting to like this."
Tig lifted his heavy head, opening his eyes slowly to the sound of Sydney's voice, realizing that he'd dozed off. "Yeah? How can you tell?" He mumbled with a lazy smile.
"You feel lighter." She dragged her hand over his usually tense shoulders.
"Maybe a little." He winked, resting his head back down to her leg where he continued his basking in the warmth of the sun in contrast to the refreshing water on the gorgeous August day.
Even in her most relaxed state, Sydney could feel herself getting antsy as Tig laid with his mouth so close to her nether regions, the air that he was breathing flowing right though the thin bathing suit. She took a deep breath as she wiggled her toes, trying her hardest to focus on something other than her building desire - reminding herself that they had already gone for two rounds and there was surely more to come, there was no reason that she should be feeling touch starved. But with each spine tingling breath that passed from his lips, her sensitive body overtook her desperate mind, finding excuse after excuse why she should be feeling touch starved: there wasn't any foreplay, she was extra sensitive, her injury had limited her.
"You want some?" She gave in, cracking under the pressure that had her pulsing between her legs. She nudged him lightly, holding up the tub of sorbet once his crystal blue eyes came into view.
"Nah, it's okay baby. You enjoy it." He nodded, beginning to lay his head back down.
"Are you sure…" She questioned slowly as she titled the container downwards, spilling a tiny bit of the sweet liquid onto her stomach, flinching when the cold made contact with her hot skin.
Tig's head snapped back up when she flinched. He raised a brow, realizing what it was that she was proposing as he looked between her and the sticky pink substance. He lowered his legs back down to the sand, pulling her floaty closer where he pressed his lips to her skin, licking up every last bit of the tart liquid as she writhed and moaned beneath him, never taking his eyes off of hers.
"Gimme some more." He nodded to the jar, deciding that he would give her what he could tell she wanted.
Sydney sighed in satisfaction when he gave in so easily, dripping more of the tangy treat further down her stomach.
Tig spun her around floaty quickly, yanking it towards him where he wrapped his arms under her thighs and held the lounger steady as he traced his tongue along her waistband before licking and nipping at the inside of her thighs - if she wanted to tease, he was game.
Sydney quickly realized that he had a much more advantageous position than she did. She wrapped her legs around his neck, locking her ankles behind his back as she pulled his head down her crotch and lifted herself up to meet his lips.
Tig growled when she forced him where she wanted him, biting softly at her clit through her bathing suit as squirmed beneath him which sent her chair rocking violently.
"Gonna knock you right into the water." He chuckled as he slowed down, eyeing the water sloshing around her as she stabilized.
"I'm already wet enough." She breathed out with her eyes closed as her head rolled back, spilling more of the melted sorbet across her chest.
Tig spun her floaty around again, attaching his lips to her chest where he licked her skin clean, pulling her top to the side as his mouth engulfed her nipple as her fingers ran through his hair.
"Tiggy…" She moaned.
Tig pulled his mouth away, continuing to knead her breast - flicking his thumb over her nipple as he swiped the jar of sorbet from her shaky hand, tilting her head back and pouring the remaining liquid into her mouth, letting her swallow before descending his lips on hers. While he thoroughly enjoyed her strawberry-lemonade flavored mouth, he pulled her top back into place and slid his hand down her body, into her bottoms where he massaged her slowly - pulling back so that he could look at her as she moaned into his mouth.
Sydney could feel her body bucking uncontrollably under his skilled hands, rolling onto her side to try to get as close to him as possible, but it wasn't close enough - not when she had to stay secluded on the inflatable chair.
"I wanna come in…" She whined, looking up at him with those glossy eyes. She knew that he would never let her, but there was nothing more that she wanted than to be wrapped around him in the comfort of the sea.
Tig felt a frown coming to his face. He hadn't thought about this side of his plan - how hard it would be for her to not be able to fully experience one of her favorite things. He shook his head sympathetically, taking her face in his free hand where he stroked his thumb over her pouty lips.
"When you're better, I'll bring you back here. Okay?" He nodded sincerely.
"Okay." She nodded understandingly. "When you do… Will you do that pelvis thing again?" She smirked, not wanting to ruin the mood.
"Oh you liked that, huh?" His frown immediately turned into a cocky smirk as his fingers moved from between her legs, to her hips where he began kneading the tense muscles teasingly.
"Mhmm…" She hummed, pulling him back down to her lips.
"I can do that for you right now, baby…" He mumbled against her lips, tugging at one of the strings on her bottoms.
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Jax sat at the edge of the grave with his head in his hands - a position that he hadn't moved from for hours. He had no idea what time it was, all he knew was that it was starting to get dark and he still couldn't get himself to fucking do it.
He grit his teeth, shaking his head angrily as he started down at the partially burnt manuscript. He didn't know why he couldn't bring himself to destroy it… He had been so sure, he had come so close, but at the last minute he choked - exactly as Opie had.
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Tig trudged through the water as he towed Sydney behind him after finally deciding that her legs would be stable enough to stand on if they went back to shore after he'd delivered her another body numbing orgasm. The waves had calmed as the sun began to slowly get lower in the sky, allowing the ride back to shore to be much less treacherous.
Once they reached a shallow point in the water, Tig stopped and pulled Sydney to her feet so that she could walk back - allowing her to feel the water and the sand. She stood shakily, clutching onto him as she wobbled and tried to plant herself firmly in the sand but couldn't seem to do it.
"You okay?" He asked as he made sure she was stable before slowly pulling away.
"Yup!" She grinned, taking off running towards the shore. She felt tears of joy coming to her eyes as she pulled the cuff out of her hair, letting the salty air rush through it as she pranced through the water, splashing it all around her before she reached the shore where her toes sunk into the hot sand and her stride slowed.
Tig ran after her, not being nearly as agile in the water as she was - especially carrying the giant inflatable chair with him. But as soon as he made it to shore, he ditched the floaty and caught up, wrapping his arm around her waist where he spun her around and dipped her backwards, kissing her deeply as she giggled against his mouth. He pulled away, his pupils dilating as he took in the scene before him… The golden sun shining off of the water, creating a halo behind Sydney as her wavy hair glowed, her radiant skin shone, and her emerald eyes sparked.
"What?" She asked with a quizzical smile.
"I used to dream about somethin like this…" He looked her over in awe.
Sydney smiled, taking his face in her hands as she leant back again, pressing her lips back to his sweetly. "And now?" She asked, smiling against his mouth.
"I still think I'm dreaming sometimes…" He whispered honestly.
"Then don't close your eyes." She shook her head slowly, holding his loving gaze as she brought her lips back to his softly.
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Song for this chapter:
Dreams - Fleetwood Mac