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Warning: This chapter contains extremely graphic descriptions of sexual acts.

Chapter 24

"How's your hand?" Tig had taken longer than he usually did in the shower, but Joss wasn't about to question why, or even call attention to it. She also knew not to question how he was as a whole, he wouldn't tell her, and it would likely just piss him off that she'd asked. She just lay there in the bed he was still learning to share with her, her long black hair combed over her shoulder where it was loose, but still semi-contained as she looked at him, still dripping all over the carpet, a towel around his hips.

Tig shook his right hand, looking down at his red, swollen knuckles and still cursing the rings that now lay on top of the dresser, one of which he couldn't get off of his finger without some cooking oil and Joss's help. He made a fist, squeezed hard then relaxed it again. "Nothing broke," he said, and having watched him in action tonight, Joss had an idea why. If Tig always took it to someone like that, then over the years, he'd likely been causing many small fractures to the bones in his hands, and bones that knitted themselves back together actually became stronger than they were before, and now he had fists of steel. "I'll be okay tomorrow," he said to her, sighing as he did like she'd been nagging him about it constantly. "I can hold the throttle for the eight or nine hours it takes to get to Indio, okay? I've made longer runs with my shoulder busted out of socket."

"I know," Joss replied as if she were sorry for implying something, even though she hadn't been. It was just good that he was talking again; he hadn't for most of the night after the Opie beat down. He'd actually kind of grabbed her by the back of her patch and took her, and the dictionary, outside with him, where they both sat near one of the small bonfires, on his bike, in silence, Joss reading and Tig looking off at nothing Joss could see herself. She knew Spanish now though, give or take a few verb conjugations, and she'd been able to tell Clay that instead of the latest weapons shipment going to LA, it was actually headed down to the waiting hands of the ATF in Indio. Joss had been so happy to help the club; the fact that she'd been able to was likely the only thing that had mellowed Tig out tonight, but her help had also lead to more consequences for her.

Clay had called an emergency run to Indio, to intercept the guns, and see just what the club was up against. That meant Tig was leaving her, tomorrow, and neither of them knew for how long. And Opie…she'd been there in the chapel with Clay and Tig when Clay announced the run, and Tig immediately insisted that Opie make the run with them too, despite the injuries that Tara had likely been stitching up at Saint Thomas as they were meeting there in the chapel. Clay had agreed Opie would go along too; part of Joss hoped he was able to, and that he'd keep his mouth shut. Tig, he truly was not out to hurt his own brothers, he loved the club, and now he seemed like he was full of regret, apology and depression. Joss couldn't help but want to make him feel better, she loved him, and she was still scared and confused herself, but there was something about this thing between him and Opie that she just couldn't reach, it was the "club business," and she knew not to bother asking about it. But Tig, he was everything to her, and she was strong enough to get through this whole Opie thing if he said she was, he was the strength in her that she sometimes didn't know she had…but she was about to lose him for God knew how long, and in only a few hours.

"I can't believe…everything that went down tonight, this really is a lot!" She'd tried so hard not to give in and sound stressed at the party, but now, in their bedroom, between the two of them, she couldn't hold it back anymore. "And I'm sorry that I didn't handle things better with O—"

"No!" Tig turned away from the dresser and cut her immediately off with a wave of his hand. "You don't understand that, and you don't talk about it either."

But Joss just shook her head, felt like she needed to clear her name, or explain or something, but just what the answer was that was going to make her feel more secure, she wasn't sure. "Tig," she began "I want you to know…I mean, I just sorta feel…" shit, the more she babbled the more she realized she really had nothing to say, she was talking in the hopes of getting him to do something that would make this feeling of culpability go away. She knew how old she was, but she hardly ever thought about it, but at times like this, she felt every bit her young age, just a high school kid. She took a deep breath, refusing to cry. She hadn't let herself cry all night, it wouldn't have helped the situation then, nor would it help it now. She wasn't even sure why she'd be crying; for Opie? For Tig? For herself?

Opie…Tig had messed him up pretty badly, but just when Joss was full of empathy for him, he'd gone and interjected himself in between her and Clay, and in between her and Tig at the same time tonight. Why had he done that? She hadn't asked him to, she hadn't even really wanted him to…despite the noose it had freed her from at the moment. What was that King Solomon gallantry bullshit? Oh God…what was happening all of a sudden? Life was supposed to maybe not be "easy" with Tig's patch on her back, but "easier" at least. Everything that happened tonight seemed centered around her, and she couldn't shrug it off. "Tig, I just really need you!" for a moment Joss wasn't sure she'd even said that, but she'd heard someone in the room say it, and she knew it wasn't Tig. Fuck! He was going to flip out a second time now! After the night he'd had, with a nine hour run ahead of him, she'd put that on him?

But Tig didn't look angry or even annoyed as he turned away from the dresser towards her. He sighed. "What does that mean?"

Jesus, why couldn't he have said "It's okay," or even his patented, "I know"…any of them were better than being asked to explain herself! But is that what he was asking her to explain? She looked at Tig where he stood, waiting for her to say something, and he looked like he was hoping she would, his expression void of any kind of understanding or concept of what she'd said to him, and all of a sudden Joss realized, he really and truly was asking her, what did she mean. Well, how many times had he likely heard that from a woman he hadn't stripped naked, tied up to something and likely ordered to say it to him? She looked back at him, her eyes finding his and for a few seconds they just looked at each other, trying to figure the next step of this out together, because Joss wasn't sure what she'd meant herself. She'd always looked to him for guidance, and for the rules, he always lead, he always knew where things were going, and she never argued; that was her job. But this time when she looked to him, Tig just shook his head. Okay, maybe he needed her to lead for awhile? There was only one way to find out, but she had no idea where this ended herself. "Come here," she held her hand out to him, her voice more pleading with him than telling him, but it wasn't because she'd planned it that way.

Tig walked across the room, taking her hand where she sat half way up on the bed, but he looked at her a bit worriedly, like he wasn't sure if he could do whatever came next, pulling away from her even as he took a seat beside her, watching her every move, where her hands were going, what her arms were doing, fighting to not give into the urge inside him that made him so stiff and awkward in preparation to get the hell out of there. He didn't have to say a thing, Joss could tell that he hated this, detested it, it couldn't have been more off-putting or more terrifying for him, but he was here, going through hell for her, and all she'd done was ask him to "come here" and then take his hand. But she wanted to be close to him tonight, she wanted to love him, to give him all the things he was so afraid of receiving…that's what she'd meant! That's how she needed him! But how did she do that without him knowing she was doing it? Well, to start with, Joss looked at him with so much tender awareness, her eyes never abandoning his, "I know," she almost whispered then placed both her hands on his forearms, running her fingers gently from his swelled knuckles up to his elbows, but going no further. "Nothing's changed."

At that, whatever control Tig had temporarily been forced to relinquish over to her, due to his ignorance, had vanished, and he'd pushed her down onto the bed quickly, but softly, and was now above her, where he couldn't have been any more comfortably in command. His knee separated her legs, his mouth over hers, his lips not bothering to toy with hers before his tongue hunted hers down, and his hands pinning both of hers to the mattress. Joss moved beneath him, arching her back off of the bed in an effort to be even closer to him in a way that she knew Tig would allow, it felt so good to just be near him, and he was actually leaning into the way she pressed her body up to his, heavy against her in the most pleasant of ways, and then suddenly Cobra Starship invaded the moment with "Good Girls Go Bad." Both Joss and Tig flinched, each looking at the other, caught completely off guard and confused, until Joss finally sighed and rolled her eyes.

"It's Tara," she said, looking over towards her cell on the night table. "I'll call her back tomorrow, it's alright."

"No," Tig shook his head and let go of her hands, sitting up off of her a little bit, but not completely as he retrieved her phone and put it into her hand. "Answer it. We both know why she's calling you."

Well, yeah, she did know why Tara was calling; Jax hadn't been all that subtle in pulling Joss aside after the Opie thing, and then after the way Clay had kind of put her on the spot. Joss was pretty sure that Tig could hear Jax asking her, "Hey, why don't you stay with me and Tara tonight?", because he hadn't tried to hide it, or the way he'd looked over at Tig, watching him like he was still a grenade with a short fuse. Of course Jax told Tara about the fight, if it could be called that even, and Tara had been who stitched Opie up, so yeah, Tara knew everything, and Jax had likely suggested she give Joss a call, just to check on her. But there was no need for that, it felt a little intrusive, particularly when it interrupted a moment like the one it had, but Joss hadn't expected anyone to understand what she had with Tig, or how it worked, and that she was fine right now. She sighed again and flipped her phone open, finding her most normal, cheerful voice, and said, "Hey Tara!"

Chapter 24; Part 2

God fucking damn it, he should be hating this! But he was powerless to stop it, or even grunt or move or do something that would have conveyed how much he fucking hated it when she did this touching his chest, and kissing his body shit! But then, Joss had never really done it before, so…maybe he didn't actually hate it? Oh no, he fucking hated it, he knew that, but his damn dick wasn't mirroring that sentiment…fuck, it got him into more trouble, and weird shit, than Joss did, and this was just another shining example!

She'd said she "needed" him…okay, he'd try to be there for her, but it had every indication of turning into some huggy, touchy, nose-rubbing shit that he really wanted no part of…nose-rubbing? How the fuck did they get to be Eskimos? Fuck it, whatever, the point was, he knew he'd be out of his element, way way way out! And then she'd laid down for him, started acting like she wanted to hump him from below, okay, good, worked for him…and then the phone rang, but she and Tara hadn't talked for too long, Joss quickly hanging up and looking up at him again, kind of smiling at him and reached down, pulling the little nightgown she'd had on off…no panties or anything under it, just beautiful white skin, pink nipples pointing up at him, the velvet soft, shaved, outer lips of her slit kissing his knee that was between her thighs…whatever it was Tig was afraid he couldn't do, he just started doing somehow…and now he was the one on his back. What the hell? How the fuck did this happen?

"Tig," Joss whispered, her fingers creeping lightly through the hair on his chest as she knelt beside him, facing him in the dark room…he was so thankful that she'd turned the lights out…he really didn't want her to see it if he enjoyed this…which he of course wasn't! "Just close your eyes," she told him, her voice as soft as her touch, her fingers gliding like a feather up over his neck and jaw now, gingerly circling around one of his eyes, then lightly closing them both. "I'm not even here if you don't want me to be," she whispered again, her fingers slowly making their way back to his chest as she leaned over him more than she had been before. His eyes were still shut, but he could hear the soft rustle of her long, ebony and red tresses as she shook them over her shoulder, up on her knees now, one hand on either side of him as she leaned so close to him now that her sweet breath warmed his skin, hypnotizing every corpuscle. He suddenly couldn't move, had the oddest sensation of being tied up, and his eyes abruptly opened.

"Joss!" He wasn't quite sure why he'd reacted, or stopped her, she wasn't touching him, she was just…close to touching him…but she wasn't latching onto him, there was no reason for him to have objected…he was actually beginning to get into this…and, oh…so he tried to tell her to knock it off. Yeah, that made a lot of fucking sense!

Joss was far from thwarted, just cocked her head and looked at him like even she knew he didn't mean it. "Tig," she smiled, but her voice was still soft and sultry. "Let me do this," her fingers were plowing through his chest hair again, slowly, like absorbing him through each touch, loving every inch of his skin over his pectorals and sternum and ribs…she really did have a thing for his chest…why? She was such a weird chick. And then her finger brushed his nipple, then another one did, and another one, and another one…Jesus fucking Christ, how many fingers did she have? Oh fuck, she was touching him, and touching him and touching him! But oh…Ohhhh, that had felt pretty good. "Okay?" she asked him, but Tig had forgotten the question, he just wanted her to even him out and smooth those sweet, white fingertips over his other nipple.

He heard her hair rustle again…heard it? Yeah, his eyes closed themselves this time…why the hell were parts of him complying with this while others were still fighting it with every breath? He'd never been much on foreplay, for him, or whoever he was fucking, but all of sudden it was happening…and it sucked…but his dick…his stupid, big dick…it had been the first to betray him, so hard and stiff now that it lay against his abdomen, begging for some attention too, and it didn't care what kind of loving touches the rest of his body was suffering. And then there was an entirely new sensation, something smooth and sleek and gossamer soft was suddenly flicked down onto his neck and upper chest in a silky lump, and then it moved, being dragged downwards over his shoulder, his pecs, both his nipples that suddenly were more alive than he'd ever cared to think of them as being; and this incredible luscious, ticklish tide continued to wash down his body. He also felt the coolness of Joss's soothing breath as she softly blew it against his skin, preceding the long, slow sweep of her hair down his body.

He wasn't sure what he was fighting anymore, the urge to let himself shudder and moan, or the incredible sensation of millions of tiny fingers worshipping his body that made him want to shudder and moan in the first place. Either way, the fight was lost, because he felt the bed jerk, and he was the only one laying in it, Joss still up on her knees, now straddling his legs, and dragging her hair painfully slow down his stomach and waist, straight over…no, she wouldn't…he wasn't quite sure he could lay here and pretend to not feel it if she brushed the sensual treasure that was her hair over his…fuck…but she did, every last strand of luxury caressing the head of his cock, over the most sensitive place beneath the head of it, down the faint line on the underside of the shaft, and dancing lightly over his balls as she slowly raised her head. Oh God…there was fire in his veins now, that was it, he was gone, heard himself growling against the sensation but it soon became a begging groan for more, though he actually hadn't said those words…he hadn't had to…his body was on Joss's side now, bending towards her touch and not getting enough now no matter what she did. Fuck…that damn girl…

He felt her shift her weight on the bed, but his eyes wouldn't open, he wanted to be surprised, knowing she was leaning forward over him now, felt her hands on his chest again, his God damn body moving around beneath her until he'd driven both her hands over his nipples, and she immediately began to squeeze them lightly, making Tig shudder again with how amazingly confused his body was, feeling such a pleasant pain that he began to want more and more of, getting such a sudden high from it just as Joss's lips pressed lightly to his, both his hands moving like he was breaking out of restraints and clutching her by the back of head, deepening the kiss and spearing her mouth with his tongue, sucking so hard at hers, then taking her lower lip between his teeth and biting down, a bit harder than he knew she'd expected, but he couldn't let this all just pass without some reminder of just who was bigger, who was stronger, and who owned who.

Chapter 24; Part 3

Tig was beyond trying to hide it, Joss could feel his thighs trembling against her breasts and it sent such a pleasant vibration over her nipples. She was so hungry for his cock now, wouldn't dream of releasing it. He'd asked her to stroke him as she worked him with her mouth, but why stop there? She drew her head up his cock, concentrating on sucking the big round head of his organ with a bit more pressure, still lolling her tongue over him again and again, flicking her tongue teasingly in the contracting slit centered in his smooth cockhead, hearing him moan again as she drew her hand up his shaft as far as her mouth. For a brief second she removed her mouth from him only to replace her lips and tongue with her hand, squeezing his cockhead in her fist with slightly more pressure than she applied with her mouth, but twisting him nimbly in her grasp as if turning the knob of a door, then quickly sucking him back into her mouth again.

His reaction both startled her and pleased her, a great roar escaping him, his hands balling up into fists and struck the mattress, but then grabbed her hair close to her scalp, holding her there as he thrust forward, taking more of her mouth. He may have been the one on his back, but there was no control of him. Joss dropped her jaw, relaxed her throat and let him fuck her mouth.

It took more than skill, it also took trust that Tig wouldn't choke her, but Joss eased back, pulling him out of her throat though his body raged at the retreat. She drew her mouth up his shaft and took a quick gasp of air, and worked herself back down his shaft as far as she could, letting him slide back into her throat once more, the tip of her nose and her lips lost in the dark curls of hair at the base of his cock. He was too out of breath now to order or question her, his body making his consciousness a slave to the primal force it needed to feel so badly. He lay back with every muscle tensed, and let Joss do as she pleased to him; growling with how much he hated giving in, but loving the way she'd made him do so.

This was where she'd wanted him, and now she could truly begin to work him. She smoothed one hand up over his knee and over his thigh, feeling the muscles shudder beneath her palm. Her hand kept going until she cupped his balls in her hand, rubbing his scrotum and listening to him gasp and groan as she rubbed the two tense forms in her hand, all the while beginning to trace the pattern of a figure eight with the tip of her nose in the dark curls at his groin. His cock slid around her mouth, in and out of her throat, allowing her to breathe and even lick at the sensitive space on the underside of his cockhead as she swiveled her head from side to side lazily; Tig lying frozen in magnificent anguish beneath her.

His cock pounded massively against her tongue, nearly coinciding with the beating of her own racing heart. She wouldn't have him to toy with much longer, she knew he was close, so very very close; Joss could practically taste him. Tig slamming himself into her from above when he was about to cum was much more satisfying, but this had not been about her. She'd sacrificed the enormous pleasure of feeling Tig's big cock ejaculating deep inside her to instead feel him setting off in her mouth. She closed her hand around his scrotum and gave it a light tug, holding the base of his cock with her other hand once more and working her head up and down his shaft again, fast, sucking hard as she went up, keeping her lips pursed as she went back down, pushing her tongue against the little place beneath the big, round head that made him moan so much, readying for his climax, and eager to lengthen the experience for him. She'd dreamed of this moment for so long…

She could feel it building in him, a beautiful fury that began between his shoulder blades, travelling down his spine as Tig growled, his cock suddenly twitching, electrified within her mouth, the first quakes of orgasm like a crack of thunder, startling and all encompassing; Tig was cumming, hard! His anxious hands clutched at her hair and held her to him as he thrust himself into her mouth good and deep and held that way.

He was too strong to keep hold of, and so Joss again allowed him to do as he pleased, her mouth thrumming with the pulse of his laden organ, her hand though tight around the base. Tig's body jerked, every muscle bulging as if he were about to fight something to the death. He growled deeply, thrust more of himself into her throat and growled again, breathing heavier and heavier. His cock shook, vibrated, then tensed. The time was now, her deepest wish to preserve this euphoria for him! Joss pressed hard with her thumb and forefinger at the root of his shaft, closing off the path that the waiting gush of semen hurtled towards, and kept the pressure there, not allowing the release to occur.

Chapter 24; Part 4

Tig was cumming, he could feel it, but it wasn't complete, the tension only seemed to build more and more, stronger and stronger, somewhere deep within his groin and balls, though his cock spasmed violently within Joss's sweet, hot mouth. He thrashed, roared like an angry, impassioned beast, suffering through this dry orgasm and cursing whatever it was that kept him prisoner within this torment.

Jesus Christ, what was Joss doing to him? The tension in everything, his groin, his balls, his cock, was fantastic, and she was controlling it all. That damn girl…that damn, amazing, girl…fuck, he wanted to cum, crazed for it, his hands gripped her shoulders now, nearly hurting her with the amount of pressure he held her with; damn her, but she had to bring his climax to its usual depleting satisfaction, he couldn't take this anymore. Finally, something he'd done had made her sympathetic, or afraid, and she eased him out of her throat as she let go of his shaft, and not a second later he erupted like a fountain against her tongue.

There was no intensity of pleasure upon ejaculation, just the relief of pressure, the relaxation of muscles, the peace returning to his senses, but all the while he was aware of Joss sucking his quickly softening cock as if she wished to drain him of all he had. Tig drew in a deep breath and exhaled; coming back to himself, yet still feeling a ripple of the tension roll through his muscles as they loosened more and more. Joss…fuck…that's what she meant by "I need you?" He felt her release him, slinking to the edge of the bed like she was leaving him…but hell no she wasn't! Tig grabbed her and somehow had enough strength left to put her beneath him on the bed.

"I'm sorry," were her first words, and it was a bit startling to hear her say that, but Tig did understand why. He'd never let her do that to him before…he never let any woman do that to him before…he still wasn't sure how okay with it he was, but it was over, and it had been one of the most fucking extraordinary things he'd ever felt. Joss looked at him and smiled a bit, trying to touch him again, but oh no, he couldn't handle anymore of that shit tonight. He pinned her hands down to the bed, and she just smiled at him more, making him do the same. "But you have no idea how long I've been dreaming about doing that to you!"

Why was it so strange to know, or to think, that Joss fantasized about him, that she thought of him as a sex object at times, the same way he did her…wow…okay, he knew she got something out of fucking him, he'd always kind of made sure she did, though he never understood why he did, but…wow again…Tig had never fathomed that Joss, sweet, perfect Joss, wanted him that much! Damn! Fuck! No one had an old lady like her, no one…not even Clay! He wanted to speak, but wasn't sure what he even wanted to say, and then he just kissed her, able to communicate better that way, his tongue twisted around hers, hardly balking at the remnant taste of his semen in her mouth, which he normally objected to so much that he didn't even like a woman to lean close to him after she sucked him off, but now, it just burned through him like a brand of how much his woman loved to suck his big dick. He ended the kiss slowly, so near exhaustion now, but there were a lot of things swirling around inside him that wouldn't let him pass out, just like he usually did after a decent blow job…but that had been more than decent…that had been…like…better than porn movie good! The way to a man's heart definitely wasn't through his stomach! "Joss," he said, before he even realized what else he was going to say after her name, and now he was just looking down at her like an idiot…

But she smiled up at him, laughed a little as he pinned her down still. "I know," she said. "I know…"