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Chapter 50

"Joss," Tig looked up at her and shook his head. What the fuck was he doing? What the fuck had even happened? He started out reclaiming his garage from a fucking chipmunk, and then he was dying, and then 'Hallelujah!' he was saved again! That was a lot to fucking go through! Okay, that was probably why he was still laying back against her soft, sweet body as she knelt on the garage floor, her loving arms still around him, her elbows bent just about under his own, and his hands folded over both of hers where they sat on the strip of bare skin down his chest. Yeah…he was still in shock, most likely delirious, probably didn't even really know where he was, who he was with, or what he was even up to. Shit, nope, he couldn't convince himself of that…there was way too much evidence to the contrary…he was here, in Joss's arms, because he…wan—Nooooooo! It wasn't that, it couldn't be that…yeah, he was in shock…delirious…wasn't even sure what his name was…that was a much easier concept to deal with. He'd felt himself stiffen up as he thought his position over, but as Joss moved behind him, leaning over him to rest her chin on the top of his head, he felt himself relax into her again…fuck! Why'd she have to make this so easy to do? But she wasn't calling attention to the fact that he was in her arms…for the first time since he'd met her. She really was perfect. Tig kept shaking his head as Joss looked down at him smiling softly, but holding him tightly…so tightly in the luxury of her arms, her beautiful breasts his pillow. No, don't go getting all lost in that shit! "I still don't like this!" He said, looking up at her disgustedly, but his voice didn't have that perturbed and put off urgency that he'd planned.

"Okay," she smiled softly, patiently, and her hands began to slide apart over his chest as her arms slowly faded from around his body. It was strange how without her arms there, he really noticed the change in the air temperature, and it almost chilled him to feel it in the places that Joss had been holding so securely, her body moving back away from his, not there to support him like it once was, leaving him on his own, alone…setting him free…into a nothingness Tig didn't feel ready to face. It had been ten times as unsettling the first time she'd let go of him, leaving him with such a confused and almost abandoned feeling; in her arms and against the lusciousness of her welcoming form one moment, and then suddenly, nothing. She hadn't just been holding him in her arms, she'd been holding him back from death, refusing to let him go, because that's how much he meant to her…how could he not want to feel that, forever? Shit…he hated not being in her arms more than he hated being in them, and he wanted her to hold him and caress him, so he could lay here and fucking hate it some more! What the fuck kinda sense was that? Jesus fucking Christ…how did Joss live with him? But she did…somehow…and had been ready to fight hell to continue doing so, too. "Sorry," Joss said, her arms drawing back a lot faster than he'd have liked. "I'll stop, I just kinda…forgot in the moment and all."

"No," Tig spit out before she'd totally moved away from him, and he rolled slightly to the left then the right, seeking her hands, "I didn't mean 'let go, I don't like this now!'" he immediately pushed himself back against her to tie her arms around himself again. This was all like some weird Garden of Eden shit…a snake shows up, bites him, and now here he was, partaking of the forbidden fruit…but then, he'd been the one who forbade it…so…what did that mean? He was God! No, he wasn't…but wow…he'd get those fucking cows for sure if he was! Fuck! No cows! Don't do it! No cows! No cows! No cows! Okay, good, they were gone…the cows had gone home…hey! That's what the cows were supposed to do! What was up with Capistrano, then? Mooooooo! Fuck! No cows! No cows! Okay…he was fine…but what the fuck had he been thinking about? Jesus, he was even more scatterbrained than usual…

Aw shit! God Damn shit! Joss was fucking strangling his body with her arms! What the hell? She knew better than—oh…oh yeah…he'd actually been who did that…and as soon as he'd re-embraced himself within he her arms and piled her hands on top of his chest once more, Joss had smiled, said nothing, but gave him a squeeze that made Tig's eyes shut, and he just dissolved into it; damn she felt good…shit, he'd probably get an amazing night's sleep if she held him like this all night…her skin was soft, her body had curves in all the right places…she was like…like…one of those sleep number beds! What the flaming hell was he talking about? That snake really wasn't venomous, right? Tig realized he was shaking a little now, like he'd caught himself enjoying this and didn't know how to react to that insight …which he didn't. But he took a deep breath, herding his thoughts towards what he knew to be true: Joss had held him back from death. She loved him that much. Yes, this was happening…and it was…weird that it was…but it was okay to like it…for now…but maybe not later on…it definitely had to have some fucking some ground rules. "Joss, this is…right now, it's not so…sometimes I might want…" fuck, he couldn't even say it! At least he couldn't say it that way. He sighed, got in touch with how frustrated with himself he was for even being here and not wanting to get away like he usually did. "Look, just don't be hanging on me all the time! We good?"

Again Joss smiled. "I know, Tig," she nodded, moved her hands a bit beneath his at his chest, her fingertips rubbing soft, little circles near his heart. "Nothing's changed."

"Yeah!" Tig replied vehemently, driving home that point, but he didn't move; he just lie back in her arms and let himself start to feel pleasantly dizzy with the motion of her gentle touch on his skin. He sighed…there was so much to be won by having Joss in his life, but why'd it always seem like he had to lose in order to win? Shit…it was just too much to think about, and he'd been through enough…he really did need some down time, and this was it…surprisingly, and weirdly, enough…and sex, he needed that too…a lot of it. He bent one knee, letting one foot sit flat on the floor and take a little bit of the burden of supporting his heavy frame off of Joss; she was such a little, damn thing, not like Hob-bitch, but still, Tig was a good sixty or seventy pounds heavier than she was, at least…how much did Joss weigh anyhow? He could probably bench press her. Hmm…would she let him try that? Sturgis! Yeah, that would be cool! Showing her off, partying all night, and that old naked guy riding around on a motorized porch swing…what? Why did that fucking matter? Couldn't he just lie back and enj—fucking hate this without oddball thoughts bouncing off the walls inside his head? Well…no…that was sorta his signature…but man…it was like being in her arms had short circuited something, or jostled something up from the depths of his mind that was on its way to the surface, but shaking and quaking everything around as it did. Stop, just be calm…get control…Joss loved him, she held him back from death…there was nothing wrong…

Holy fuck! Again Tig stiffened in Joss's arms, but this time, it had nothing to do with her arms being around him. Joss! His beautiful, sweet, dark, perfect angel! She was going to kill Opie! Tig couldn't quite figure out what the hell she was doing at the clubhouse the night she'd killed Stahl…and actually when she'd appeared there, a wrench in her hand, he'd sort of suspected that maybe, just maybe, the spider monkey's true target had been him…he hadn't been the best of men to Joss that day, accusing her of fucking Opie and all, it would have made sense the monkey was gunning for him…but that wasn't it. No, he'd accused her of dealings with Opie, and the only way for Joss to prove to Tig that she had no feelings for Opie, and no loyalty to him…that everything she was would always invariably belong to her man, was to kill Opie! "I want a gun," it all made fucking sense now! Whoa…Stahl had just gotten in her way…and it probably didn't help that Stahl's case that she shot Tig either…the spider monkey was a protective, vindictive little spitfire…whoa…his angel wasn't just any angel, she was his guardian angel! Fuck! Why hadn't he been able to seam this all together before? It was so fucking obvious, but it took a snakebite, the preparation to die, and Joss holding him fiercely away from the grip of whatever tried to take him away from her, to finally align all these pieces. Wow, he should say something…but what? What did he say to someone who loved him that much? He closed his eyes and turned his face towards her neck, nuzzling it and leaning back into her more, clutching at her arms, pressing them against his body harder, wanting to feel the power of her embrace again, to feel how lucky he was that she loved him.

Joss read his signals, complying immediately, laying her head over top of his and holding him to her, so secure and so hers. She sighed, and Tig braced himself to hear words out of her mouth that he'd rather not hear with all the everything happening inside of him…shit…if she told him she loved him at this particular moment…something was going to happen that he wouldn't be proud of…even if Joss would never tell anyone that he'd cried. But she was after all perfect, and when she opened her mouth, nothing emotion laced came out. "So, I should have probably asked this earlier, but," Joss began, breaking the silence that shrouded Tig's mind as he tried to think of something to say, something important and meaningful that would let her know just how he was feeling inside, and what he felt for her…but of course, he couldn't come up with anything and just snuggled even more into Joss's arms. She slowly moved from a kneeling position to a sitting one, Tig grimacing as he thought about how she'd had her knees bent up under all his mass for so long now, but Joss said nothing, only readjusted herself without once having to let go of him, and now he was even more comfortable against her, his head laying back upon her shoulder…he could turn his head and kiss her neck from here…yeah…he'd been chasing an entirely different fox when he'd come home…now could be a pretty good time to resume that hunt! But Joss leaned her cheek against his hair, cutting off his access. "Where'd the snake get to?" She asked.

Oh yeah, the snake! Tig had almost forgotten about that now, despite the punctures in his hand; they burned a little, but it wasn't so bad. "I don't know," he answered, trying to settle his rip-roaring thoughts and remember. "It went out, I flung it."

Joss started to laugh, but then stifled herself. "You what?"

Why was she laughing? This had all happened back in the part of the story when he was dying! "It wouldn't come off, and it was freaking me out! I didn't have a lot of time to think, so I ran over there," he pointed sort of behind them at the open garage door, "and went 'uuuuuuuuulllllllllllllllll!'" He whipped his bitten hand outward like he was throwing a Frisbee with lethal force, Joss starting to titter with laughter again. "And that motherfucker went flyin' ass over head!"

He wasn't laughing, but Joss was, a lot now, trying to stop, but of course the more she tried to stop, the more she laughed. "I'm sorry," she snorted between her giggles that wanted to bust forth and be more than just that, her face was red, an uncontrollable smile parting her lips, there were even tears in her eyes. "It's not funny, baby, I know it's not…"

"Then what are you laughing at me for?" He was almost able to bellow, but seeing Joss in such a state was pulling at the corners of Tig's mouth too, something resembling laughter rattling at the end of his question. But it wasn't funny…was it?

Joss took a deep breath, composing herself, but her face was still red and her eyes were still kind of teary, but in a good way. "I'm not laughing at you," she said. "I'm not! Really! I swear!" She continued, looking into his eyes so he'd know she wasn't; that she'd never laugh at him. "But sometimes you just do stuff that makes me laugh…and I don't even know why it does. But I can't stop laughing when you do it!" She was beginning to laugh a little bit again, but was fighting to stay in control as Tig looked up at her like he knew she was lying.

"What do I do?" He asked, sounding annoyed, but really it was because he was curious. Yeah, he usually did say shit that appealed to the sick senses of humor around him, but Joss wasn't talking about anything he'd said alone.

She was laughing a little more now. "Like the morning you decided for some reason to blow dry your hair?" Joss started laughing again, but thankfully, she didn't elaborate…that had been one fucking bad idea that had ended with an afro! "And then the time you tripped over a stick in the backyard, got mad, grabbed it off the ground, looked at it and yelled, 'Motherfucker, you're going back where you came from!' and then threw it up in the tree?" And she was gone again, laughing hysterically, bending her face down to his good shoulder, unable to stop laughing…but Tig was laughing with her. Again she took a deep breath and raised her head, her laughter in check, but her smile unchallenged. "It's just you, Tig, and the stuff you do," she said, then kissed his temple. "God, I love you!" Joss sighed, and again pulled her arms tight around him. "And that's one of the reasons."

And there were the words…but without even knowing what he'd been feeling inside, or maybe somehow she did know, she'd waited to say them, had them both laughing about stuff first, distracting all the mushy shit in his head that wanted to tear up and just ball if she said she loved him. But she was perfect, so perfect…she really was his guardian angel.

Tig smiled, leaning back against her even more, her fingers doing that circle thing on his chest still. She thought he was funny, but not the way everyone else did. He smiled a little more, turned his head to the side and nuzzled his way in until he was able to kiss her neck. She loved him too, but he'd known that for awhile…wasn't any less amazing to think about it though. Her love had to be some kind of record; no other woman could have ever loved any other man as much as his Joss loved him. She wouldn't let him die. She'd been willing to kill for him. Shit, why he couldn't he think of anything to say to her? "Joss," he said, feeling that a length of her shiny, black hair had fallen over his shoulder, and grabbing it with his snake-bitten hand, winding the silkiness of it around his finger, his thumb playing with the red end of it. This really wasn't bad…laying with her like this, feeling her heart beating against his back and her arms around him, holding him together in a way he'd never imagined would work so well, but she hadn't just held him together, she'd also held him out of the reach of death…okay, so he hadn't been dying after all, but still, that's what had been what made Joss wrap him up in her arms to begin with, her refusal to lose him. Yeah, she loved him. He really should say something…but what? Tell her about the horse? No, he had that surprise planned out for tomorrow, and he couldn't tell her about the patch, he wanted to have one to show her when he told her…so what was there to say? "Joss," he began again…aw, what the hell, why not just open his mouth and see what came out? Maybe she'd think it was funny? "I really wanna fuck you."

Chapter 50; Part 2

Joss knew it couldn't have been possible, well, maybe it was a little bit possible in that perhaps the angle was a little different now, but she could have sworn that Tig felt bigger, and harder, inside of her when he let her wrap her arms around him. It had to be some psychological female thing, so satisfied to be able to wrap every part of herself around her man as he fucked her that everything just felt so much deeper and more intimate, despite the fact that he was anything but gentle, or slow, or refined the way love scenes were always portrayed in movies. That was not Tig, but this hard, thrashing, 'give it to me now,' kind of wild pounding most definitely was! But who needed long, languid kisses and slow thrusts with too much time between them when she had a guy so into her, and into fucking her, that he couldn't be controlled? But, he could be held!

She wished she could somehow see her hands on his back, what part of the reaper that covered it she'd have been leaving the half moons of her fingernails in, had she still had long nails. Tig had let her have free roam of his body, and that included being able to lock her arms around his neck when things would slow down just long enough for them to catch their breath, and kiss a little. But it was generally short lived; as soon as she'd feel Tig begin to suck at her tongue, she knew he'd revved up again, driven on by the taste of her mouth, becoming aggressive in the kiss as he began to thrust a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper, until Joss was completely at his mercy, her legs, and her arms wrapped around him as she let him do whatever he wanted to do to her. The more he felt her arms around him, the rougher he seemed to get, and Joss was loving it, feeding on it, her body so used and so tired that she couldn't even think about how to position herself beneath him in order to make it possible to cum; she just lay back, holding him, driving him crazy, and letting him beat more orgasms out of her than she'd ever had before.

It was becoming difficult to tell how close Tig was getting to cumming, and Joss wasn't even sure how many times he had…the first time being obvious and nearly immediate, slamming his big dick as deeply as it would go on the first thrust, and before she knew it he was grinding against her desperately and growling, her sheath filled with a copious stream of fluid heat that had by now been rammed out onto her inner thighs by his deep, hard thrusts, and even more cum. Tig hadn't stopped though, never seemed to tire, just kept at it, sometimes taking it down a notch, but always it went right back to the hungry tempo of a sailor coming ashore after months at sea, and Joss's arms held him tightly through it all.

Until now that was, Tig stopping, completely out of breath, shrugging her arms off of him and withdrawing his still hard cock from her, Joss's entire groin feeling like it might collapse without its stiffness to shape around, her sheath throbbing in time to how he'd been fucking her, all that his swelling balls had emptied into her slowly overflowing her now. He should have been tired, maybe he was? But she knew that Tig could be…hyperactive, if he wasn't getting regular…exercise. It's a good thing she loved him this way, because all she could do was lay back and let him burn himself out…and maybe he was getting close to that?

He rested on his knees a moment, his body shining with sweat, the setting sun catching just enough of the sheen to actually accentuate some of the muscle and power beneath the dark curls on his chest, highlighting the definition in his arms that Joss had always been able to feel, but never really see. His shoulder was still bandaged, so was his forearm, scratches healing nicely on his face and neck…and a harmless snakebite slightly swelling on his hand…but he couldn't have been more gorgeous! Joss was tired, her body feeling all the effects of Tig's physical needs, her hips ached a bit from her legs having been apart to so long and the area just below her slit was sore from the way Tig's pelvis continuous shoved against it with his endless and desperate thrusts. But she still wanted him, would take whatever he still had…and he still had something. His cock curved up tautly, shining with wetness, like a finely carved piece of marble; the head swelled nearly the size of a plum, and was almost the same color, the rest of it rock hard; he had to be close, and Joss should have been in so much pain if that long, fat, unyielding piece of wood was what he'd been battering her with. He was wearing out, at least, his body was, he was completely out of breath, muscles taxed, but his cock demanded more. He finally sat back on the bed, drew a deep breath and opened his eyes, Joss about to sit up and find a way to bring him the rest of the way through that he'd be able to just lay back and enjoy.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked, still out of breath despite his efforts to catch it again.

Joss shook her head and smiled up at him sweetly, Tig reaching out and taking both of her hands, pulling her up and closer to him, until she straddled him. She knew his plight, had seen him like this before, and understood. A lot had happened…and not just today. His mind and his body and his emotions were all trying to seek each other out and walk in step with the other, but nothing in Tig's mind ever ran smoothly, and now, combined with his desire, it was all turning him into a twisted mess that couldn't achieve the kind of satisfaction it required…because what it would take was more inside of him than outside of him. She just needed to help him find it. Joss wrapped her arms around his neck as Tig pulled her close, she understood, and she'd do anything for him. "Do you need to?"

He shook his head. "No," and his hand grazed her cheek a moment, his clouded blue eyes looking into hers, so full of the acceptance he felt from her. His eyes closed again, his pulse absolutely thrumming in the veins in his neck and arms, cock throbbing against Joss's sweaty belly. Tig leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers, eye still closed, breathing still ragged. "I just need you to take care of me, baby…"

Joss kissed him lightly, but slowly, her hands moving sensually over every muscle she could feel in his strong back. "How?" she asked with an eager, sultry tone to her voice, wanting to hear him tell her, wanting to feel him laying back and pressing her head downwards to his big, hard cock. But, Tig's hands were climbing up her thighs and grasping her hips instead. "What do you need me to do?" She asked, really curious now, but wanting him so much, feeling a hitch of sudden excitement deep inside her that was begging for his cock all over again.

And then she had it, Tig bringing her more into his lap, holding his undeniable erection in one hand as he pushed it into her and pulled her onto it. He shook and he groaned as they sank into one another again, sounding like it was the first time he'd been inside her for months, even though it had been only a few seconds. Joss's body was shaking with his now, welcoming this reunion with spastic joy, already beginning to move above him, to ride him so hard he'd never forget how much she wanted him. Tig's arms went around her as well, pulling their bodies closer than they had been, closer than they usually were when they fucked, her breasts flat against his strong, broad chest. He kissed her, his tongue and lips moving slowly, twisting and touching with a gentleness that was so out of place with what his heaving, pulsating cock demanded as it nestled deep inside her. "Cum," Tig whispered to her, looking up again, holding her by the chin, making her not so much as listen as look at him, his eyes conveying how much he wished he knew how to express what she was to him, what he wanted to be for her; how much he wanted to share with her. But too many thoughts, words and yearnings, were colliding within him, and Joss could feel them all. He'd put his feelings into the only words he could. "Just, cum."