Gemma unlocked the door and opened it slowly, the last thing she wanted to do was startle Amber. She wasn't surprised to see that she was asleep on top of the bed, a knife was sitting by her, Gemma frowned.

In case Amber got a fright and reached for the knife Gemma moved it out of reach and pushed the hair out of Amber's face.

"Sweety, wake up."

Amber flinched away from her touch as she woke, "I... I locked the door."

Gemma held up a key, "I have a master copy, sorry."

"Oh, Okay. What time is it?" she was suddenly wide awake and aware of the nights events, 'the guys, are they back?"

"About 1am, they got back about half an hour ago, everyone's in one piece," Gemma replied.

"Oh..." Gemma could see the disappointment in Amber's eyes, no doubt she has been waiting up for Tig, perhaps hoping he would go straight to her on his return.

"Jax told Tig about Tank," Gemma said "to say he is pissed would be an understatement. They're getting the ring ready now."

"The ring? They're going to fight?" Amber wasn't expecting that.

"Of course, you really think Tig would let that disrespect slide? Anyway if he hadn't Juice or Chibs were ready to step up."

"Um, am I meant to go watch, does he want me out there?" No one had physically fought for her before, it was an odd thought.

"He didn't actually say," Gemma shrugged heading for the door. "If I were you I would get out there though. He's fighting for you, to show you're his, go out there and show those guys you stand by your man."

Gemma shut the door behind her and Amber bounced off the bed. Rushing to the bathroom she washed the last of her sleepiness away. She fixed her hair in a mess ponytail and put minimal eye makeup on. She pulled on a pair of light blue skinny jeans and her black shin high UGGs. She had been wearing one of Tig's SOA tshirts which she now tied at the lower back so that it was a little less baggy on her. She wanted to look link that she was worth fighting for but at the same time didn't want to look like a crow eater or one of the porn sluts.

The fight had started by the time she got out to the ring. It looked like everyone taking part in the lockdown was there to witness Tig and Tank's fight. They were all glued to the fight but as she made her way through the little crowed they all parted to make room for her. Some gave her nods others little smiles of sympathy, most of them she had met only hours before hand.

Chibs was in Tig's corner which made her feel comforted slightly. He would give Tig good advice and encouragement. Tank's corner was empty, if her attacker had any supporters they were not making themselves known.

Bobby threw an arm around her when she reached a small group of SAMCRO men and women, "you're okay" he said, more of a statement than a question.

She nodded, "I'm okay."

Tig was clearly winning this fight. Tank had blood coming out of his mouth and a big cut on his eyebrow, his balance was off slightly and he was puffing hard. Tig had a black eye forming and a small cut on his cheek on the same side but he was bouncing around, daring Tank to hit him again.

At the same time both men went to punch each other, only Tig's fist connected and Tank stumbled back needed to lean on the ropes for support.

"Do you understand yet? You fuck with my misses, I fuck with you," Tig was yelling, he lifted his face upward and let out a primal scream, "she's mine!"

She suddenly didn't care about his lack of contact over the last few days, all she wanted was this fight to be over and to be alone with him.

She felt hot and knew her cheeks would be very flushed. It was an odd feeling getting so turned on by watching a fight. Turned on didn't really cover it. Her panties were starting to dampen as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other feeling slightly agitated. She wasn't even watching the fight anymore, not really. She was too horney to think straight.

Tig took a moment to scan the crowed. Chibs was in his ear telling him to draw the fight out and make Tank suffer, a plan that sounded good to him until he spotted Amber.

She couldn't seem to stand still and her cheeks were scarlet. At first he thought that she was nervous, uncomfortable with the violence but then he locked eyes with her and he understood. She had a look in her eyes that has him fighting off an erection.

Screw slow and drawn out. He walked over to Tank and landed a perfect punch in his jaw knocking him out cold. The crowd went wild. He made eye contact with her again, he gave her a wink and tilted his head towards the clubroom. With a sly smile she disappeared into the crowd.

When he opened the door she was the first thing he saw, kneeling on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties. In one hand she held a bottle of Jack Daniels and in the other, with the other she was slowly massaging her breast.

He forced himself to concentrate.

"Baby I'm sorry you had to deal with him, I'm sorry I haven't been around for you," he walked towards her placing his hands on her tiny hips.

"SSShhh, don't worry about it," she put the bottle to his lips and he drank spilling a little down his chin which she was quick to lick off.

"You're okay though, right?" she was making it very hard for him to be apologetic.

Her hand slid from her breast and down between her legs, bringing a finger up to his lips she said "more than okay."

He could taste her wetness, sweet and sour at the same time.

He took the bottle off her and put it to one side before pushing her back on the bed.
He was sweaty and bloody but she didn't care. The salty taste of his skin was a reminder of his fighting for her honour and it only made her hotter.