A/N Thank you for the reviews! Keep them coming and as always I appreciate the feedback! Dixie's going to have a hell of a ride this part of her story. Life is never easy when you're a woman in SAMCRO's world, lol.

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Chapter Two

Dixie thought about what Gemma had put in front of her. She thought about it as she went to work, as she made breakfast, as she crawled into bed alone. After the initial bite of the worry it was easier to think about 'What kind of Old Lady would she be?' than 'What would/could happen to Tig?'.

Tig called her the second night when he told her that they'd be home to tell her that their trip would be extended due to complications. That was all he confided and she didn't ask anything more.

"Sure do miss you, baby." He drawled into the phone. Dixie heard the faint sound of music and laughter behind his voice.

"I miss you too." She replied curling up on her sofa and wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. "It sure is quiet without you."

"This shit should be wrapped up in a couple of days. You working?"

"Yea, I am. Bobby's giving me good time on stage."

It was true, Bobby must've appreciated her input because he gave her some of the prime stage time for tips.

"Good. Good. Make sure he walks you out to your car." Tig ordered.

"He always does." Dixie replied with a smile in her voice.

The sound of Tig's name being called echoed with static through the phone and she sighed knowing that he had to go.

"I'll see you soon. Be safe, baby. I love you." She said to him wishing as she did that he was there with her.

"Love you too, doll." He replied quickly before hanging up.

Dixie sighed and rubbed her eyes, her eyes were thick with sleep even though it was early. She fell asleep on the couch and was glad when she woke that she wasn't in her own bed. It felt empty without Tig.

The next morning as she was fixing herself breakfast and looking out her front window she saw a familiar SAMCRO cut in front of her house. At first her brain jumped to Tig but in closer look she recognized one of the newer Prospects. She rapped on the window loudly to get his attention. His name was Chip and he looked incredibly tired and blood-shot around the eyes.

"What are you doing out there?" Dixie asked when he came to the door. He looked up at her bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Tig said not to worry ya. Bobby and Juice told me to stake out your house. Not sure why though…think they were..um….hazin' me."

Chip looked like he was going to burn up alive and she noticed a cross around his neck and on his wrist she noticed he had a bible verse etched in permanent ink. Dixie quickly deduced that they were trying to torture him by sending the bashful altar boy to stake her house. Why he was prospecting into the Club was a mystery to her. He looked like he was better fit to be in one of those peace-loving Jesus Freak Motorcycle Clubs. The ones that went around during bike runs singing hymns and shit.

"Well, let me get you some coffee for your time." She extended graciously.

He could barely look at her. "Um…I…okay."

She sighed and shook her head as he stumbled over to her kitchen table.

"It's what they do." Dixie confided, feeling a bit sorry for him. "You look like you haven't ever stepped outside of Church, baby. They'll love to give you a hard time for that."

"I…I told them I don't enjoy watching stripping. My Mama taught me it was d-degrading to women." Chip shared, his flushed neck lessened a bit but he still couldn't quite look at her straight. Dixie realized that she was wearing one of Tig's t-shirts and that it was more or less revealing.

Dixie set down her coffee pot and stared at him. "Well…" Dixie started slowly. "I've been stripping for most of my adult life and I certainly don't find it degrading. But, that's just how I see it. Everyone's different. If you don't want to go to a…strip club…then you certainly shouldn't have to…well, I mean – unless it's for the Club."

He took his cup of coffee gratefully and thanked her politely.

Dixie let him go and told him to get some sleep if he could. Dixie was endlessly amused that Bobby and Juice had sent him to watch her house. What they thought he might possibly see at her house was beyond her. But, she imagined that they thought that she being a stripper and Tig's Old Lady meant that she did kinky stuff in her spare time or something like that. She silently hoped that Chip wasn't secretly gay. That would be terrible if he was patched in and discovered he was gay. Dixie had never met a man in the world of SAMCRO that didn't enjoy a good lap dance. Maybe he was just different?

The Club would never say it to her face but they thought that she had been holding out on them in some way when she was a sweet-butt. They couldn't quite understand that Tig would settle down with a girl like her unless she had something hidden. Like a extremely strange kink or something. Dixie didn't ask and she didn't want to know. Their suspicions were obviously why they chose to send him over to her house and not Gemma's home.

Tig finally rolled into the Clubhouse late one evening after calling her. She joined Tara, Gemma, and a couple of the girls to greet them. The moment she saw his cut, his blue eyes, his body rolling in on his ride into the lot Dixie felt relief roll over her.

She ran to him and straddled his waist in one swell swoop. Dixie stuck her tongue down his throat and squeezed her arms around his neck. Tig smelled like leather, guns, and sweat. She could taste the metallic remnants of blood on his tongue as she greeted him. He gripped her tight and pushed her back on the bike, sucking her lips and making them feel numb from the assault.

"Hi." Dixie managed to get out as they parted for air. Tig grinned and stared at her with wide twinkling eyes.

"Hi, doll."

"Church in the mornin' bro, don't forget." Jax called out from the side to Tig. Dixie looked over and saw him shaking his head at them good naturedly. But, when she caught his eyes he turned serious and mouthed to her "Be good to him". Dixie instinctively wrapped herself around Tig and hugged him tight.

"Let's go home, baby." She insisted, her heart stretching out as Dixie wondered what sort of hard shit he had to go through while he had been away.

"Yea, good idea." Tig agreed. He called out goodbye to his brothers and handed her his spare helmet. He took them home with speed. Tig backed her into her house and barely shut the door before he was lifting off her shirt and overwhelming himself in her. Tig muttered incomprehensible things under his breath as he kissed her, words that she would not have understood if they had been louder because Dixie was too overwhelmed.

"I have missed you so much." She whimpered against his pressing mouth.

"Shut up and let me fuck you." He groaned as his blue eyes rolled back in his head. "Jesus Christ, I've missed you."

They didn't talk at all that night instead they spent the entire night in various positions. He gripped her so tight as if she was going to go away. Things were burning behind his actions so strongly that she could almost taste it when he kissed her. When he was inside of her it was like he was anchoring himself into her to tie her to him permanently. All that Dixie could manage to do with her fogged mind was to cling to him just as hard as he was holding onto her.

As they fell asleep she resolved to ask him what had happened on the run. She wasn't exactly sure how she could do it. Dixie only knew that she had to. If not for her own sanity then for Tig. He deserved to be able to tell her anything that he wanted, he deserved to know that she was okay with that.