A/N - So a couple of you might have got a quick glimpse of this last night before I took it down and completely rewrote the second half to get it just right. I'm a perfectionist! Hope this works, huge huge thanks to Jules and my buddy DorkySoul for beta-ing (read: better-ing) this for me, I think it feels a lot cleaner now. Enjoy! S x
Tig couldn't wait for it to end. Nina looked exhausted and sore by the time Danny tossed her back on the couch and stood up to stretch. Tig watched as her eyes closed, she was hurting, he could just tell. All he wanted to do was take her, lie her down, let her rest. He tilted his head as she drew her knees to her chin, pulling her stomach tight as she curled into a ball, trying to connect with her. He wanted to assure her she was okay.
"You like to watch?"
Danny was looking at Tig as he pulled his pants back on, tugging his belt tight to re-buckle it. Tig pushed out his lower lip, tugging on the patch of hair on his chin. "I like to watch her," he corrected, nodding towards Nina. Danny smirked, following his eye..
"Kind of obsessive, aren't you?"
Tig's lip twitched. "A little, yeah."
Danny chuckled at that, pushing his hair back from his eyes as he picked up his shirt. He leaned over Nina and pushed a kiss onto her forehead, grabbing a blanket and draping it over her haphazardly. "She used to be better. Without the shit on her back," he added, shifting the cloth to flash the reaper at Tig. Tig smiled darkly, his cut folded beneath his arm now, that same symbol hidden away from Danny's eyes. "Must have been messing around with some creep."
"Pretty girl, must fight them off." Tig stalked a little closer to her as Danny moved to get himself a drink. He offered one to Tig but he refused, he wanted to keep a clear head. "Can I?" He motioned to touch her and Danny laughed, waving his hand.
"She's all yours. I can clean her up first."
"I'll do it," Tig offered as he stroked her hair and caressed her cheek. She was already half asleep but her eyes opened up to look at him. She took a sharp breath but Tig hushed her softly, pursing his lips as he gave her the slightest wink. She nodded, just slightly, it was a secret exchange between them and Tig smiled, knowing they were on the same page. "You want to come with me, kitten?" He stroked her chin and looked at Danny. "What do you want for her? I'm here until tomorrow, probably."
Danny shrugged. "I'll give you the bill when you're done with her." Tig nodded at that, he didn't care what it cost, he'd pay just to stay with her. "She's expensive."
"I don't mind." Tig hoisted her up onto his shoulder in a fireman's lift, adjusting the blanket around her to protect her bare body.
"Man of good taste." He rustled in the drawer and pulled out a syringe. "I can perk her up for you."
Before Tig could object, he had jabbed the needle into her arm and squeezed it down into her arm. Nina whimpered in his ear like a puppy, Tig cuddled her tighter to him, soothing her gently. He glanced at Danny curiously.
"What you, uh, what you got there?"
"Little cocktail," Danny smiled. He could see Tig licking his lips. "You want a taste?"
"If you've got some spare."
Danny laughed at that and pulled out another vial. He tossed it at Tig. "On the tongue, you don't need the kick she does. Unless you want a spike." Tig shook his head, he'd be fine without pushing that shit straight into his veins. Nina looked like she needed it after that. "I got the red room all set up for you, anything you need, you just call Piggy. I like to look after good customers."
Tig begrudgingly shook Danny's hand as they left the room and descended back down to the room they had been in before. The smell of sweat in the corridor filled Tig's nostrils, overpowering, but he sighed with relief at the cinnamon smell in the bedroom as he shut the door.
"Here we go," he smiled, tipping her the right way up and helping her find her balance on her feet. She was coming around a bit more now, the injection giving her a little boost of energy.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked timidly, looking at him with fearful eyes. Tig rolled his gaze along her naked body, even though she'd just been taken by another man, he still wanted her. He tried to shake off the desire.
"Nothing, Nina, you just sit down for me."
She frowned a little but settled onto the bed. Tig watched as she huddled into a little ball, confused and shy. She had never been rejected here, he could tell she thought something was wrong.
"Am I in trouble?" she asked, staring up at him. Tig laughed and shook his head, he leaned over her and pressed a kiss on her head.
"Of course not," he said. "You just need to rest."
Nina pulled a face as his prickly chin tickled her skin. She caught his cheek with her hand, holding him near her, and looked up, trying to tempt him. Tig swallowed down the urge, he was meant to be taking care of her but she was making everything hard.
"Don't you want me?"
Why did she have to ask him that? He groaned, pinching his nose, and closed his eyes to try and stop thinking about that question. She was withdrawing, feeling rejected, he could see her edging into the corner.
"We should call somebody," he said, trying to deflect. Pulling out his phone and flicking it open, he saw that he still had no signal. There was no way he would be able to get a Son's attention without leaving and he simply wouldn't let her out of his sight. With a sigh, he put the phone away. "Maybe later."
She looked at him awkwardly, unsure of why he wasn't just doing what any other client in the place would. Her mind was still blurry, she was sure she knew him but didn't know how. She swallowed, and, trying to tempt him, pushed her chest towards him a little.
"Do you want to play?"
He'd do anything to play. Tig stood up to give himself more leeway, he was so close to caving his balls were aching. "Let me run you a shower."
He slipped into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on to his face. The girl he had wanted for weeks was begging for him, and he didn't know what to do.
"Focus, Tiggy," he whispered to his reflection. He switched the shower on and ran his hand under the water to make sure it was hot enough before returning to get her. "Come on, Nina, it's perfect."
When she didn't immediately come to him, he crossed to help her up. Nina draped her arms around his neck loosely, holding him, pressing her slender bare body against him. Tig gulped, trying to ignore it as he walked her to the shower. The way she clung to him made him feel deeply upset, suddenly the man who had raped her was the only friend she had left. She held onto him tightly, closing her eyes as she wished herself somewhere else, anywhere but here. She didn't want to be bound to other people's orders, she didn't want to work for anyone, especially not like this.
When he ignored even this advance, Nina felt more rejected than she ever had before. She turned red as he extricated himself from her hold, pushing her into the bath quickly and lifting the shower head to hose down her body.
"Am I that broken?" she asked, her voice cracking as Tig turned his eyes away from her in the shower. Tig laughed and shook his head. It wasn't her who was the problem.
"No, sweetheart. It's not you."
She ran her hands over her hair, sweeping it back, Tig watched as the water trailed through it, along her breasts. He groaned and gave himself a kick as she turned her back to him.
"Is it because I'm dirty?"
Her voice sounded like that of a little girl as she spoke. Tig felt the weight of her words on his chest, it hurt him to know that she felt so lost. The way she looked at him, needing to be touched, to be comforted, reminded him of Gemma when she had been attacked by Weston's gang.
"This isn't on you."
Tig leaned across and squeezed some soap into his hands. He lathered it up, making it bubble, and ran his hands over Nina's back. She murmured contently at his touch, relaxing instantly, trusting him completely. She closed her eyes, rolling her neck from side to side as he caressed her.
When Tig let go of her, her eyes blinked open, terrified that she was suddenly alone. After days of constantly being in company, the idea of being isolated filled her with an inexplicable fear. She was about to turn to look for him when she suddenly felt his naked body pressing against hers, he was dry but the water soon wet his torso as he pushed up against her.
She moaned softly as his hands snaked around her, rubbing over her breasts and torso as he dipped under the water with her. "I'm here," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. He could tell she was withdrawing, getting lost in her own loneliness. The depression she must have been enduring was crushing. He wanted to show her she didn't belong here, that she was more than that. He had to remind her.
She leaned back against him, stretching back as she reached for him. He kissed her neck as his hands ran down her stomach and his fingers traced along between her legs, making her murmur as he grazed against her. She pushed her ass back against him, feeling him growing hard behind her, and Tig closed his eyes, letting the rush take over them both. The steam from the shower was making him heady, that and the trip, and she was filling him with a desire he was struggling to overpower.
He spun her around, pressing her up against the cold tile as his fingers knotted in her hair. He pulled at her lower lip, devouring her, wanting to make her his again, theirs again. "Come to bed," he urged her, tugging her softly. She blinked up at him and he was overtaken by the need to have her. He lifted her leg and pulled it tight around his thighs as he pushed into her. Nina nodded, her perfect lips parted as she breathed out into his mouth. Right then, she needed him as much as he wanted her. She needed to feel... his.
He lifted her up, holding her tight, pressing her back against the wall for a moment. She took a deep breath as he slammed his hand against the tap, turning the water off. He grabbed her and clambered out of the bath with her, carrying her straight to the bed, not breaking their connection for even a second. He dropped her down and climbed on top of her, moving fervently within her, and Nina growled approvingly, her nails dragging down his back.
"Jesus." Tig could feel his forehead growing damp with sweat as he thrust against her. "They got nothing on you, baby, you're mine. You're all mine." She whined softly, his assurance making her more comfortable, and he caught her face in his hands, holding her to kiss her lips. "We're going to take you home and I'm going to take care of you, I promise."
"They won't let me go," she whispered but Tig shook his head, holding her closer to him.
"They will," he moaned as he felt her growing tight around him. "I'll burn this shithole to the ground if I have to, you're coming home with me tomorrow, we'll be drinking beer in the clubhouse in no time."
The feeling of freedom he was promising her made her gasp with joy as she arched her back into him. Tomorrow, Tig would take her back and Chibs could have her but right now? Right now she was all his.