Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from "Sons of Anarchy." They are the property of Kurt Sutter and Fox Network. No money is changing hands in the writing, reading or distribution of this story.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature that may be disturbing to some readers.

Chapter 15

There was movement beside her and Joss woke for a second time. It was just before dawn now, she peered out of the window their bed was below, thinking how ungainly this moment of day always was, the transition where it wasn't night, but not yet day, bands of bewildered black, gray, blue and crimson striping the sky as it tried to determine what it was itself. She was lying on her side, her hand no longer clasped within Tig's as she was now facing away from him, but she could feel him stretching beside her, careful in his movements as if he didn't want to wake her. He likely didn't, probably would avoid any kind of conversation after what happened, what with holding her hand, and then ordering her, no asking her to stay…he had said "please." That was fine, the night had been incredible, though it had left her rather sore and bruised in places where he'd bitten her a little harder than she thought. She'd let Tig have silence this morning, he deserved to not be confronted with her tender smile that would only speak volumes of what she knew about him that he'd always tried to pretend wasn't in there. She closed her eyes, the awkward gray light in the room disappearing again as Joss feigned unconsciousness.

"Joss," His voice had been the last thing she'd expected to hear, what did he want? What could he have to say to her, or was this going to be the explanation…he was fucked up on whiskey last night, he'd been smoking Mexican Red and it had just mellowed him out tooooo much, he'd been beamed up by aliens who had sent down some kind of replacement Tig that didn't know what the "rules of engagement" were, so to speak. There had to be something, an excuse or some kind of repercussion, though Joss didn't fear any type of violence from him, because that would have been too obvious a line to draw between his out of place affection and any cruelty, and Tig was much more twisted than that. "You awake?"

"Yeah." She made her voice sound groggier than what it truly was, not wanting him to think she'd been laying there contemplating the whole hand holding, "stay, please" thing for hours, or even minutes. She didn't move, still thinking he probably didn't want her to see his face right now.

She felt the mattress depressing as he moved closer to her, and before she knew it, his arm slipped between her neck and the pillow, pulling her back to his chest gently, then his hand clamped firmly over her mouth. "No, you're not!" It was an order, stern and not to be ignored, but his lips lightly brushed her earlobe, his other hand stroking over the slope of her hip, only his fingertips grazing her skin in a way that made Joss shudder against him all over again, but as soon as she did, Tig's grip on her tightened, the hand over her mouth forcing her lips against her teeth painfully. "Don't move," he whispered, and she felt the big, round head of his hard cock brush the back of her thigh as his free hand pushed her leg forward a bit, opening her crotch. "Don't do anything," he told her as if he held a knife to her throat, moving even more and more against her, kissing her neck a few times as lightly as he could, nuzzling his whiskered chin against her skin as he took his cock in his hand and guided it between her legs, stopping a moment to spit into his hand, then wipe both his shaft and her well used pussy with saliva. Once more she could tell he was holding his cock, his hips pressing into hers as he pushed the head through the tight ring of the sheath he'd pummeled only a few hours ago. "Just let me…" but his voice was cut off by a deep groan as he sank into her, slowly, gently, stopping a moment once he was in to stroke his hand over her thigh, stomach and tenderly cup her breast, but he never relinquished the hand over her mouth. Joss wanted to move, unable to believe she was finally getting this from him, but he'd told her not to, didn't even want her to acknowledge what he did…like she was…Oh God!

Did this mean it was true? She'd heard the rumors, from Tig himself, but for some reason she'd always assumed it was just something he put out there to repulse everyone, or maybe that was only what she'd hoped? But she refused to panic, she knew that being with him, that being Tig Trager's old lady, was not going to be like being anyone else's old lady. And besides, it was obvious how good this felt to him, he moaned and took a new kind of enjoyment of her body, thrusting slowly, grinding against her with a loving gentleness that wouldn't let Joss be repulsed by anything he did. She was lying to herself by trying to pretend it didn't feel good, it did, she'd always dreamed of Tig being like this with her, making love to her slowly and caringly, but she'd up until now never actually believed he could. He was so unlike what she'd come to know of him, touching her everywhere like she was made of the finest silk, kissing her body without his teeth digging into her skin, it felt so strange. It wasn't going to last much longer though, she could already feel his cock swelling and pounding inside of her, and he was thrusting it faster and faster, hand still clamped over her mouth as he moaned softly into her shoulder where he'd tucked his head, his whole body seemed curled around hers, and then he came with a loud gasp, peace settling over him and his body completely still, just like he'd ordered her to be.

He held onto her for a few more seconds while he caught his breath, then pulled his softening cock out of her, let go and sat up as though nothing had happened. Joss lay there, wondering if she could move now, or if she was still supposed to be…Oh God, she didn't want to really think about what she was supposed to be!

Tig got to his feet, stretching again and yawning. "Hey, you drink coffee?" He asked, as if nothing even the tiniest bit strange and horrifying had just happened.

Did she? Dead bodies didn't drink anything…Oh God, now she was getting used to this weird, role playing…role playing? No, this was just flat out playing dead! Oh God! Alright, enough, this was going to get worse if she made it worse. She knew Tig had his perversions; it was only a matter of time before she got pulled into them, she could either hack it, or she couldn't, and she preferred to think that she could. At least this way, not only was he satisfied, but she was still breathing! And it wasn't like this was the only way Tig could get off; she'd known him for how long? They'd fucked how many times? And this was the first time this…kind of thing…had ever happened? Okay, it was just a quirk; maybe even a test to see just what she was willing to do for him, how far she'd go. He'd invested in her by giving her that patch after all, and he had his right to make sure she would be there for him in any way, shape or form , no matter what. It was over; she'd gotten through it, no harm, no foul…sort of…so she might as well stop dwelling on it and just answer the call of resurrection.

"Sometimes," she finally said, but had to remind herself that she could move now, sitting up on the bed, but finding it a little hard to look at him now…she'd just seen a bit more than she'd ever bargained for.

"There's some in the kitchen," he said as he walked towards the bathroom. "I gotta get to work in like an hour, Clay's got three tune ups for me to do, one drive chain and a really fucked up fuel system on an old Titan he won't let anyone else touch." Joss couldn't help watching him as he walked naked through the bathroom doorway, she could count on one hand the times she'd actually seen him completely nude, and despite the revolting start to the morning she was still more than attracted to his hairy chest, tall lanky build and wiry frame. The next time this…thing…happened between them, she'd focus on Tig's body and how it looked, how it felt up against hers and inside her, and it wouldn't be so bad. It was feeling better now, even! She was briefly disappointed when his voice, from inside the bathroom as he turned on the shower, interrupted her thoughts. "If you could put some on for me that would be great."

Put what on? Oh shit, she'd gotten so carried away with amending the memory of what happened that she'd completely forgotten what they were talking about. Oh! Coffee! "Yeah, sure, I can do that." She answered, and gradually began to smile when she realized what she was being asked to do, for whom and by whom! Since she met him she'd been dreaming of the morning when she'd rise before a sleepy Tig, who never wanted to get out of bed, and be off on her merry way to make him breakfast, and then send him off to work with a kiss. Wow, it was actually happening! Well, minus the weird detour this morning, it was! Oh God, he'd imagined she was a…no, stop it, she could deal with it, she just had to stop thinking about it. Back to living out her silly dream…that unlike Tig's, had no corpses in it. Oh God! No, focus on breakfast! How unbelievable was this? Not just that some of the things she'd always wanted were now a reality, but also the reality that they were happening in! Joss had suffered, survived and rejoiced in things that most girls her age had never even imagined, and for as jaded and hateful as she realized she should have been, she still couldn't help but carry that bubbly, silly teenager inside her who wanted to write Tig's name all over her notebook, dotting the "i" with a heart. She was his, there was no getting away from that, not ever, and in that, he was hers, and so were all the things that made him Tig…all of them!

Chapter 15; Part 2

"That's a nice shirt, huh?" He smiled when he'd seen Joss standing there in the kitchen, all the cabinet doors were open and she was now looking in the refrigerator for something that she could make him for breakfast, but as Tig already knew, there was nothing. That was okay though; black coffee and a cigarette did more for him than it did for most people. Even more endearing than her intentions though was the way she looked wearing the long sleeved black t-shirt that he'd taken off the night before. When he'd first started fucking her, if he'd woke up and found her wearing his shirt, he'd have made her pay for touching his stuff, but now she was his, a lot of things had gone down, and all he really noticed was how her gorgeous, heart shaped ass showed out the bottom of his shirt when she reached up for something. Damn, too bad he had all those bikes to get to at work! But there was something else about her that had made him smile; Joss was small, maybe not the most petite thing there was, but the way his t-shirt dwarfed her she really did look waif like…add to it that she was searching through bare cupboards, she was so damn cute he had to laugh. Fuck, he was making use of the word "cute" now too?

Joss looked down at what she wore as if she'd forgotten what she'd put on, but then she smiled. "Oh, sorry." She said, obviously thinking that he'd have been none too happy that she was wearing his shirt about a year ago too, but she wasn't pensive about it now. "I realized when I got out of bed that all my clothes are still over at Clay and Gemma's house, and the clothes I had on yesterday got kinda—"

"Yeah," Tig nodded, afraid that if she started in with the whole step ordeal again that it might set up that downward spiral again too. "I'll call Gemma and see if she can drop your stuff off to you," he reached into the pocket of his gray Teller-Morrow Auto Shop uniform and pulled out a cigarette. "Cuz I want my shirt back!" He smirked at her.

Joss smiled but shook her head. "It looks better on me!" She teased, looking at him over her shoulder as she reached for the coffee cup on the counter.

Tig lit his cigarette and stepped closer, slipping an arm around her waist, wondering just what the hell his intentions were, because he'd just sort of done it, but it didn't feel bad…at all. He smirked at her again, "Fuck little girl, everything looks better with tits in it!"

She sighed but then couldn't help giggle. "You're such an ass!" She tried to reach for the coffee pot next, but Tig leaned down and quickly kissed her, surprising them both with the little peck. What was he doing now? What had he done last night? What the hell would he do next?

"Watch it!" He still smiled, but there was enough dangerous foreboding in his voice to make Joss take note. He hadn't really been offended, but she had to learn, this was all part of breaking her in. A comment like that one in front of the club would not be tolerated. Shit! The party, her clothes! "Hey," he reached into the back pocket of his jeans, grabbing his wallet. "Take this," he handed her some cash as she handed him a cup of coffee. "Get yourself something for Saturday night, something you like, instead of what…Tara…gave you." He'd almost done it again, but remembered at the last minute, Joss liked Jax's doctor bitch.

Joss's eyes quickly fell over the money in her hand, and in less than a second she looked up a bit shocked at him. "Are you sure? This is one hundred and fifty dollars!"

"How'd you count that so—" but Tig cut himself off, "Oh, yeah." Of course, she was a genius; numbers, sequences, words, if Joss saw them once, she remembered them forever. "And yeah, I'm sure." He lifted the coffee cup to his lips, the taste of it was shockingly good, and he suddenly remembered he hadn't been the one that made it…it actually tasted like coffee. He took a drag from the cigarette and then set it into the ashtray on the table, finding the coffee Joss had made more enjoyable than his smoke. So far, excluding a few little moments of spider monkey crazy, this fucked up thing with Joss was perfect!

"Thank you," she smiled, but he could tell she felt strangely taking money from him. But then, he'd never given it to her before. Why didn't he feel strange giving her money? Oh hell, it was just too damn early in the day to start doing these mental gymnastics. "Gemma wants me to go with her tomorrow to get my hair done for Saturday night, so I'll just save it for that, okay?"

Tig took another swallow of the coffee she'd made, that was the first decent coffee to have been made in this kitchen, and shook his head. "No, just go do what you need to do, and don't worry about it, it's on me now, not you, okay?" Old ladies, property patches…they did come with a price tag…but it would be worth it to be showing off a hot ass beauty queen on Saturday night!

But Joss sighed again, looking down at the money and still feeling uncomfortable with it. "I know, but—"

He stood. "No!" He said austerely, placing his hands on her shoulders. "You have to learn that when I tell you something, your job is just to nod to your head and say 'yes.' That's all, don't think." He'd been conscious of his tone, put effort into not really yelling at her, trying to be patient as Joss learned and settled into what it was to be "property," but how long was it going to take? He was confident she'd get it eventually, after all when he told her what to do or what not to do in bed, she always listened, sometimes getting lost in a moment and forgetting herself, but even then, as soon as he told her what to do, she did it…no matter what it was…she did it.

Tig wasn't ashamed of what happened this morning, but well, okay, he was a little, but he'd had his reasons for doing it…maybe Joss should know them? They always communicated very well sexually, verbally or nonverbally, and maybe that's why she always obeyed his every word then? Fuck, but now this was verging on communicating feelings, and nothing sucked more than that! "I gotta get going," he told her, glancing over her shoulder at some imaginary clock behind her. He let go of her shoulders, reached for the cup and took a final swallow of coffee, retrieved his cigarette and took a long, last drag from it. "I'll call you around lunch," he said, exhaled the smoke and crushed out the butt.

"Yes," Joss smiled, while nodding her head.

Tig laughed, she really was trying. He turned to grab his cut and get his keys, but that part of him that always saw things when the rest of him didn't want to look for them was at it again. Joss was trying. He sighed and then turned back around to her, feeling like he should do something like take her hands or something, but all he could muster was standing there stiffly. "Look," he began, glancing down at the kitchen floor for a moment. "You haven't said shit about this morning…" he paused and looked at the floor again. "But I know it had to freak you out a little."

She flinched, her eyes wide like he'd discovered something she'd been trying to hide. "No, it's okay!" She shook her head and tried to frantically explain. "I unders—"

"No, you don't." Tig half laughed, but he couldn't have been more serious. "Believe me, you don't!" He insisted, then sighed again, trying to find words that weren't going to sound like…well, what he meant, but what the fuck kind of sense did that make? "I know you want…things from me that I'm not very good at giving you." Joss looked like she wanted to talk again; her eyes wide once more, but he immediately shushed her. "I'm trying…I mean, I can't make any promises or anything…but I'm doing my best here, Joss. But, you just gotta let me get there my way," there he'd said it…and it didn't sound too much like he was working on his intimacy issues…did it? "Is that good?" He asked, but was too afraid of what he'd just said, and her pending answer, to stick around and find out. He leaned down again and gave her another quick kiss on the mouth, then turned and walked away.