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Chapter 16

Joss sighed as she watched out the window of the salon. She knew this was going to happen, and now she was feeling a bit like it was all taking too long. Her nails weren't anywhere near dry, black polish, medium length, a Maltese cross decal on her right thumb, then the letters S.O.A. on the next three fingers, framed by another Maltese cross on her little finger. On her left hand, it was a skull decal with tiny red rhinestone eyes on her little finger, then the letters T.I.G. on her ring, middle and index finger, with another red, crystal eyed skull on her thumb. She'd been so excited about getting her hair done, and her nails, and her make up! She'd never enjoyed the pageant thing, and there had been a fair share of hair and makeup that went into it, but it was all her father's doing. This time though, she could decide herself what she wanted, what type of look she'd like have, and it was nothing like that immaculate satin doll thing her father had always forced her to get when she walked out in pursuit of some stupid crown. This was self expression, unleashing who she really felt like she was, true freedom, and it had been so long since she'd been allowed any of this.

When Gemma had dropped the news on Friday that the salon was all booked up and that their plans would have to wait until Saturday, Joss had felt more crushed than she'd expected. In the end though it hadn't mattered, as Gemma, with Abel in tow, had come over to drop off all of her stuff and then they'd gone out shopping for more clothes instead, Tara joining them for lunch. The only problem was that tonight was the party, at 8pm, and Tig had been adamant about them arriving together, on his bike, even though Joss knew that time wise, with her 4pm hair appointment, it would be better if she and Gemma left the salon together and went to the clubhouse from there. Joss had tried to explain the undetermined amount of time things like nails and makeup and washing, cutting, coloring, drying and styling hair would take, but it fell on the deaf ears of someone whose only comb was permanently attached to the end of his arm. There was just no arguing with Tig about it, and now there he was, on his bike, parked across the street, waiting, for over a half an hour now. It was making Joss nervous.

"I still don't know about this red," sighed Gemma, coming up behind Joss where she sat at the nail drying station and running her own newly manicured fingers through the long, sleek, shiny, shade away from jet black tresses that Joss had decided to have some fun with and color the very bottom inch of a very gothic looking electric red. "But I love the fringe bangs! Very sexy!" She smiled.

"Thanks," Joss smiled back always so happy when Gemma sounded like her mother, and she was eager to get Tig's opinion too…at least she was if he wasn't out there getting more pissed by the second because he'd been waiting so long. Tig wasn't used to this whole salon thing, and he certainly didn't wait for women. This was not going to be a good night, or a good time to meet his brothers if he was ticked with her! She looked out the window again, subtly directing Gemma's attention to what she was watching. "You see that?" Joss asked, indicating her man, who was somehow reclined on his bike with only one boot on the pavement. "I tried to tell him this was going to be awhile, so I hope this doesn't all get to be my fault somehow."

Gemma rolled her eyes in Tig's direction, obviously not concerned. "If Tigger were pissed off, he'd be in here right now making a scene." She said, leaning down a little next to Joss, and pointing to how relaxed Tig was on his bike. "Believe me, there comes a time and a temper for a guy like him when even the mysterious, unnatural ambiance of a beauty shop is penetrable." She looked back at Joss and smiled again, giving her long, straight, silky black hair another stroke. "Let him wait," she suggested, her tone all matriarchal advisement. "It teaches him that you're worth it, and you are." She smiled, and patted Joss's shoulder.

Chapter 16; Part 2

It was the sound of high heeled boots that kept getting closer and closer to him that made Tig open his eyes. He hadn't really been asleep, but hell, what else was there to do? Joss had kept insisting this was going to take a long time, but come on, how much hair did she have? But when he sat up and looked in the direction of the footsteps, how long he'd been waiting didn't matter to him anymore.

"Hi," she smiled at him, her usual five foot seven inch frame now a good three inches taller with the heels she wore, black leather boots with a series of little chains that dangled across the front of them from one silver stud to another. She wore some kind of black leggings or something, what they were Tig wasn't sure, but they were like liquid the way they just hugged her sweet ass and long legs, showing off every fine, fucking, luscious curve of all of them! A close fitting heather gray tank, that looked like a lingerie item to Tig, was underneath her property patchy, which she'd laced tightly closed, really cinching in her tiny little waist and amplifying those 34 double D's that were his, all his! Around her neck was a leather choker, like a dog collar almost, there was even a little split ring on it with a little heart shaped piece of metal that read, "Tig's," and the dot over the "i" was a tiny little heart. Her lips were bright red, eyeliner black, drawn out into little wings at the outer corners of her eyes that gave her some exotic kind of Cleopatra look. And her hair, long, straight, her bangs evenly cut across her forehead, but slightly parted above one sparkling green eye and arching eyebrow. Her hair was darker than he'd been expecting, a good three shades darker than her natural color, but damn, it made her skin look so white, so pale and cool.

Without thinking, Tig had straightened himself up on his bike, pushed his shoulders out to make them look broader, sucked his stomach in and stuck his chest out, all the unconscious things men did when an incredibly beautiful woman they hoped to impress walked by. She couldn't have had his attention more than she did unless she bent down and started sucking his cock right there and then…if he didn't get control of himself, he'd be needing that soon! He'd thought she was perfect the very first time he'd seen her…but this, he was totally taken aback, had to remove his sunglasses and stare at her again without the obstruction of the darkened lenses, all he could do was stare, and feel a little underage. "Jesus Christ, Joss!" He gasped, reaching out like he wanted to touch her, but feeling like he wasn't good enough to.

Joss sighed, her shoulders drooping. "You don't like the red, do you?" She fanned her gleaming black nails through her ebony hair, her fingers so white, and she looked down at the blood red ends; otherwise, Tig would never have noticed them, his eyes were elsewhere. "It's okay," she said, looking at him and trying to quickly explain everything, before he got mad. "I had the bottom dyed red, because if you hate it, then I can just cut it off, and it won't be a big deal."

Tig finally saw the whole picture, her luxurious body, perfect white skin, the contrast of the black leather of her patch, and the silky jet hair, tipped with red, like little devil's tails. "No!" he hadn't meant to sound that damn excited about the whole thing, but too late. "Don't, I like it, it's…" Shit, no one in the club had a woman like this! There was not a piece of pussy at the clubhouse, or had their ever been a piece of pussy around SAMCRO, that was anything close to the Goddess that stood before him now…and she was HIS Goddess! Finally he broke a smile, "Turn around," he told her, wanting to see the words "PROPERTY OF TIG" on her back…fuck, he was walking into this party tonight with this long, tall, sweet, dark, phenomenally sexy creature from out of his dreams on his arm. Damn, they were already going to be showing up late for this party…no time to take her some place and fuck the hell out of her for looking like that! "Joss, you look…fucking amazing!"

"Really?" A smile exploded across her face at his approval. "I do?"

"Oh yeah," he groaned assuredly, not able to help smiling himself, and wishing he could get over the way she looked, but he just couldn't…she was perfect! "It's kinda goth," he said indicating her black eyeliner with the wings, the dog collar and her hair, "but not too goth, just enough…I love it!"

Joss's smile got even bigger and she stepped closer to him. "So you're not upset that it took so long?" She asked, trying not to pay too much attention to the fact that he'd let slip that he "loved" it, but Tig knew she wanted to. Before he knew it, his arms wrapped around her waist and he was pulling her onto the bike, facing him. "I told you to call me before you came, so I could tell you how much longer it was going to be, I didn't want you to have to wait."

He just shook his head. "It's cool, Joss, forget it." He was pulling her closer, but why? Shit, was he going to kiss her again when they weren't even fucking? Yeah, he was, and then he did, his lips touching hers lightly, but not for long, his hand all of a sudden at the back of her head, cradling it and turning it to the side just a bit as his mouth opened against hers and his tongue grazed hers lightly, pulling away teasingly every time she seemed to want more, just like he was eating her pussy.

"You were still supposed to call me, Jackass." He heard Joss kind of laugh, and realized too late that he couldn't see her…because he'd pressed her head down against his chest. Motherfucker! But, it was better off forgotten about, why ruin this because he'd fucked up?

"I'm sorry, baby," he answered, but pushed her away from him gently as he spoke, his hands on her shoulders now as he looked at her, she was so pretty. But, he had to snap out of this, as pleasant as it was…he couldn't be like this in front of the club. Then Tig smirked, chuckled evilly. "You Jackass," he said to Joss, then smirked and chuckled some more. "There, we good now?"