Being a Son
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A/N: Thanks to FunnyMick, ozlady80, and Ithilya for their faithful reviews. Also, there are more visuals up on my profile. By the way, I need reviews on whether or not you like where I'm going with Chibs and Cassidy, otherwise I'll keep going. This chapter is long, so it's taken a while. I wanted to fit a lot into it. It doesn't seem that long ago that I updated, but I guess it's been a while.
Warning: Lime at the beginning.
Chapter 6: It's You
It had been three weeks; three excruciatingly long weeks. Edie was killing Tig with her arousal. Edie kept insisting that while they couldn't have sex, they could do other things. She emphasized this by shoving her hand down his pants and taking him into her hand. She started rubbing him and kissing his neck. It took him a second to focus and get her to stop. "Baby, no," Tig said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand out of his jeans. He saw the hurt look that crossed her face and frowned at the pout that followed. She turned onto her other side, showing him her back, and sat up on the edge of the bed.
"I don't understand what the problem is, Tig. Just because we can't have sex doesn't mean that I can't make you feel good. What is the problem? Am I not sexy enough for you to get it up? Am I just used goods now?" She started crying into her hands. Tig hadn't realized how much it hurt her for him to constantly refuse her. He thought she was just horny. He hadn't known that she was using it as a ruler on how much he wanted her.
Tig moved over to her and sat up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him tightly. "You know that's not it, Edie. Feel what you do to me." Tig took her hand and put it on the crotch of his jeans so she could feel him straining against the rough material. "You see what you do to me? All you have to do is look up at me with those big, beautiful green eyes and I get hard. I'm just afraid that if we start something, I won't be able to stop and I'll hurt you. You understand?"
Edie had stopped crying and turned to look in his eyes. "You could never hurt me, Tig." He grabbed the back of her head and buried it into his chest. He could easily hurt her, but he wasn't about to admit it out loud.
So here they were again. On their bed, getting into each other. They were kissing passionately. Tig was so into it that he didn't notice Edie undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. She slipped her little hand in and started rubbing him. He didn't stop her. 'Yes! He doesn't notice! Just keep him distracted.' She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he groaned.
After a minute, Tig pulled away, forcing Edie to pull her hand back. She sighed in frustration and buried her head into the pillow. "Edie, I..."
"Fine, Tig, I get it. Just give me a minute."
Tig watched her try to calm down. 'Why am I stopping it? I want it, she wants it, what the hell is my problem?' He realized it was probably because she was Edie, the little girl he watched crawl around the garage, think that boys were gross but thought that he was the shit. She had always been in love with him. "C'mere, baby." Tig wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. He kissed her lips. "Okay."
Edie looked startled, "Okay? You mean it?"
"Yes, but this is a two way street. You get me off, I return the favor. You can handle that?"
Edie nodded emphatically. She started kissing him roughly with vigor. Tig chuckled, "Slow down baby, we have all morning." They continued kissing, Tig sliding his hand up under her nightshirt. She never wore a bra to bed, so he had easy access. She was small, a B-cup, but to him she was perfect. He broke the kiss to lift her shirt. Edie had these small, rosy nipples that called to him. He took them into his mouth and suckled, making Edie suck in a breath. Once he thought she was thoroughly into the experience he slid his hand down her torso. He gently rubbed her through her underwear, making her moan loudly. He stopped sucking and looked at her face with a smile, "You ever do this yourself, baby?" Edie had her eyes squeezed shut, concentrating on the feelings. She nodded. Tig felt himself harden painfully at the thought of her touching herself. "What do you think about?" He kept rubbing. When she didn't answer, he stopped. She moaned in frustration. "What do you think about when you get yourself off?"
"You," she said breathily. Tig began rubbing again.
"What about me?"
"Mmm, that night after you got back from a run. Ugh- you were too tired for a croweater. I snuck in and spied on you when you got out of the shower."
"Yeah?"
Edie nodded her head, biting her lip.
"What did you think?" She didn't answer. "What'd you think, baby?"
"You're a big man, Tig. Not just your cock, but overall you're intimidating, and it turns me on." She let out another moan. Tig rewarded her answer by pushing her panties to the side and rubbing on her bare skin. Edie's breathing sped up and Tig increased his pace. He wanted to slip a finger into her, but he kept that desire at bay. There would be a time for that later.
It was only a minute before Edie let out a yelp and started convulsing. Tig could feel her inner muscles contracting from just cupping his hand over her. He held the heel of his hand against her clit, pressing, until her spasms stopped. When Edie let out a satiated sigh, Tig crawled back up the bed and pulled her close.
He kissed her cheek and said, "That was beautiful, baby. Next time you're gonna have to do it yourself and let me watch."
"You're into that?"
"Just with you, baby. You know how hot it is knowing that you get yourself off to memories of me?"
Edie chuckled and kissed him on his lips. "It's your turn, Tig." Edie started kissing down his neck and reached for the buttons on his shirt. Tig was nervous. He didn't want anything to remind her of her time away. He decided he would keep a close watch on her reactions and if she looked even the slightest bit scared, he would stop her.
Edie had his shirt unbuttoned and began to kiss down his chest. She giggled when his chest hair tickled her nose and looked up into his eyes. He was smiling down at her, thoroughly happy that she was enjoying herself. She kissed her way down to the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down. She rubbed him through the material of his boxers before hooking her fingers in the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down to his thighs. He was standing proudly at attention. Edie looked at his member and then at his face. He was torn between smiling and smirking. Tig was gifted, but not overly so, when it came to the size of his member.
Edie wrapped her small fingers around him and felt the weight of him in her hand. It felt good, really good, to be able to do this for him. She would sometimes hear him in the shower in the morning. He tried to keep quiet but his soft grunts still made their way through the thin walls into the bedroom. She remembered how she had wished he would let her aid him, but he was dead set against it.
Edie gently pumped her hand up and down, seeing his reaction. When she heard him moan and saw his eyes glaze over, she increased her pace, establishing a rhythm. Tig leaned his head back and closed his eyes, getting lost in the feeling of his girl pleasuring him. There was a drop of pre-cum now, glistening on the soft head of his cock. Edie felt the urge to lick it and followed her instincts. Tig let out a loud grunt and wove his fingers into her dark hair. Hearing his pleasure, Edie took the head into her mouth and gently sucked while still pumping along the base with her hand.
All of a sudden there was a loud shout and hot, thick streams of cum were shooting into her mouth. Edie kept pumping and sucking, waiting until he was finished before letting him out of her mouth with a 'pop' and placing a gentle kiss on his now softening member. She crawled up the bed to him and he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her to the point of asphyxiating her.
"Jesus, baby. I haven't cum so fast since I was a kid."
Edie laughed softly, "Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing, Tig?"
"Both. You get me so hot, I nearly cum just looking at your beautiful tits. I want to last long for you, but at the same time I can't help feelin' like a horny little dick all the time."
"Good thing for me. That means you're still interested."
Tig looked meaningfully down at her, staring intensely into her eyes, "I always want you Edie. Even when you're right next to me, you're too far away. I don't tell you near enough as I should, but I love you, Edes. Always."
"I love you too, Tig."
He woke to the sun shining directly in his eyes. He rolled over and slung his arm across the bed. He hit a warm, soft body and pulled it closer. It moaned and turned over, snuggling under his chin, his beard catching her hair. He breathed in her scent and sighed.
"What time is it?"
He looked over her to the clock, "Noon. I'm surprised Clay hasn't broken down the door yet."
"Mmm. Gemma told me you guys talked to Laroy. You dealin' with that today?"
"Yeah. Keep an eye on Edie if you're plannin' on stayin," he said, sitting up in the bed.
"Are we really going to do this? Don't act like the injured party here. You sent me away, remember?"
He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "Nah, forget it. Sorry. Just give me a chance to adjust."
"Fine," she said sitting up and wrapping the sheet around her. She got out of the bed and made her way to the bathroom. "Let me know when you're adjusted, Filip. Until then I'll stay with Gemma." She closed the bathroom door. Chibs growled and threw a magazine against the wall. He shoved his legs into his pants and his arms into a sweatshirt. He grabbed his cut and stalked out of the dorm, slamming the door.
"So, let's make a list of everything we need," Gemma said pulling out a writing pad and pen. She, Edie, and Cassidy were in a small diner, a different one from where Tig proposed. Gemma was treating them all to breakfast and they were going to be spending the day planning the wedding. "We have a location for the ceremony and honeymoon. We need food, flowers, chairs, a guest list, and of course the main event- a dress. Juice can handle the music. Clay got ordained for any SOA weddings. So, any ideas baby?" Gemma asked looking at Edie.
"Well, the only people I would want there would be SOA. I'm not big on flowers. I guess we can do a bouquet. As far as food goes, I know Tig loves Piney's barbeque. I wonder if we could convince him to make the dinner. I don't have any idea on a dress. But I think a trellis at the front would be nice. We could take the photos there."
"Great idea, Edes. I know that the prospect is handy with a camera. He can do the photos. By the way, how much is Tigger allowing for this wedding?" Cassidy asked.
"He said that I could spend as much as I wanted. Honestly though, I don't want to spend much. I don't want anything big. I've never been a fan of big SOA parties. I like the normal nights with just SAMCRO."
"So just SAMCRO for the wedding?" Gemma asked.
"Yeah. And Happy. I know Tig will want him there too."
"Well, that saves us from having to send out invitations," Gemma said.
"So that just leaves the dress. I remember this great bridal shop a couple blocks over," Cassidy added.
"Since when are you into scoping out bridal shops, Cass?" Gemma asked.
Cassidy looked down at her hands which were twisting around a napkin. She looked back up at Gemma who was sitting across from them. Edie was sitting to the side of them. "When I was naive enough to think that Filip would actually divorce Fiona to marry me." Cassidy looked down at her hands again. Edie felt so bad for her, she was close to crying.
Gemma reached across the table and put her hand over Cassidy's. "He loves you, Cass. He always has. We all see it. He never loved Fiona as deeply as he loves you."
"I feel like he hates me. Like I'm just a burden he has to deal with. He wasn't exactly welcoming last night."
"Didn't you stay in his dorm?" Edie asked.
"I forget that you're still young, Edie, with everything you've been through. And I hope you never have to experience what it's like to make love to a man who doesn't love you in return," Cassidy said, smiling sadly at Edie.
"Cass, you know he loves you," Gemma stressed.
"He treats me as if I wanted to leave. As if I ran away from him. He's acting as if I have no right to be here to help you. The way he looks at me, I feel like he hates me."
"When did you last talk to him?"
"This morning. He said to watch out for Edie if I was sticking around. As if I used him and was sneaking out. He said to just give him time until he adjusts to having me around. I said that I would be staying with you until he lets me know when he's ready."
"Right now isn't the best time for someone in the house, Cass," Gemma replied.
"I figured as much. I thought I would just crash in the motel downtown."
"You'll stay with me and Tig," Edie said.
Cassidy looked surprised, "Are you sure? Wouldn't you and Tig like to be alone right now?"
"Tig and I will be fine. We're not planning on having sex until the wedding. And we'll be at the cabin for two weeks. You can stay at our place for a while."
"Okay. Thanks, Edes."
Gemma smiled as they developed a solution to Cassidy's problem. She turned to Edie, "Speaking of sex. Have you seen the doctor again?"
Edie nodded, "Yeah. I saw her a couple of days ago. I'm clear of any STDs and she said that I'm cleared for sex."
Cassidy raised her eyebrow, "Does Tig know? I'm surprised he hasn't jumped you yet."
"I told him last night. He wants to wait until the wedding."
"You're kidding!" Gemma exclaimed.
"Naw, he said that he's waited two years, another week won't hurt. Meanwhile, I'm all over him every chance I get. I don't understand it!"
"I think we're just gonna have to face the fact that you've turned our killer into a little kitty cat," Gemma said smiling.
Edie looked frightened for a minute, "I don't want people to think he's suddenly gone soft over me. I know he still has a dark side. I can see it when we fight. He gets all quiet and his knuckles get white, he's clenching his fists so hard. He'd never hit me, but he tries his hardest not to put a hole in the wall."
"Don't worry, doll. He'll get his chance soon enough to prove he's the tough killer we've all come to know," Cassidy said, giving Gemma a meaningful look.
Everyone was assembled around the redwood table. Clay was the first to speak, "Me, Tig, and Chibs payed a little visit to Laroy a few weeks ago. You all remember when that deal a couple years ago went south? We ordered Laroy to excommunicate the members responsible. Turns out those three assholes have priors in domestic violence and rape. Laroy's spent the last couple weeks reaching out to find them. A buddy of his found them in a bar in Vegas bragging about the constant pussy stock they kept for the last two years," Tig's hands fisted on the table top, "Said they dumped her after they were busted for drug running by Nevada PD. Laroy's extended a friendly invitation to bring them back to Charming. They've accepted. He's gonna see if they're the same shits that kept Edie. He'll call us later tonight when he knows." Clay looked to Tig, "I trust you know just what you're gonna do with them?"
Tig took on a completely different persona. His bright blue eyes that were so full of laughter the last few weeks were now filled with a type of sadistic happiness. He couldn't wait to get his hands on them.
As they filed out, Happy took a hold of Tig's shoulder, "I want to help ya, brother. Whatever you want to do to those fucks, I'm in."
Tig put his hand over Happy's and gave it a squeeze, "Thanks man." They separated and Tig asked "You bring the shit?"
Happy smiled, "O' course! I set it up in the back. Let me know when you want it done."
"Tomorrow's good. I'll bring her here in the morning."
Edie was home when Tig pulled into the driveway that night. He walked up the steps whistling, happy to be home to his woman who would have dinner waiting for him. He walked into the living room and stopped in the doorway. There was Edie on the couch with Cassidy, a beer in her hand, and they were chatting. She looked up at him and smiled, "Hey babe."
Tig just stood there glaring at Cassidy to leave. She took the hint and escaped into the kitchen, claiming more beer as an excuse. Edie stood up and gave Tig a kiss. She pulled back confused when his lips remained firm. "What is it?"
"What the hell is she doing here?" Tig asked her, trying to contain his anger.
"She and Chibs are having a hard time. She needed a place to stay. I offered the guest room," Edie told him, a completely innocent look on her face. She really didn't know what she had done wrong.
"Why didn't you call?"
Edie looked confused, "This is my house too Tig. If I want to open our home to a friend, I can."
"Yeah, but you gotta tell me these things Edie. I don't like surprises."
"Okay. Next time, I'll call," she agreed dismissively. She turned away when he caught her arm.
"You don't get it Edes. I was all set to come home to my woman, alone, and a nice meal. Then I was gonna take you upstairs. Now that plans to shit."
Edie took a minute to really look at him. He was really upset, not just irritated, but honest to God, disappointed and angry. She sighed and pulled her arm from his grasp. She cupped his cheek with her hand and looked into his eyes, "I'm sorry Tig. I really didn't think it would upset you this much. If I did, I would have called." Tig nodded, accepting her apology. Edie continued, "As for dinner, I ordered Chinese twenty minutes ago. It should be here soon. I got your favorites- General Tso's chicken and crab rangoons." She stepped closer to him, almost kissing him as she whispered, "And I ordered extra sweet and sour sauce. I thought we could have fun with that tonight." Edie felt him spring to life against her thigh. He really liked that idea.
"Okay, babe. You're forgiven. Just don't do this shit again," he said, pointing a finger into her face to make sure he got the point across.
Having Cassidy there wasn't that bad. They made conversation over dinner and afterwards, she made herself scarce so Tig and Edie could have some time to themselves. The couple would never look at sweet and sour sauce the same way again.