Tig saw her approaching across the yard and took off his sunglasses.
"Hey, you all right?"
"Yeah, busy," Roxanne replied, resisting the nagging urge to bury her hands in the pockets of her jumpsuit. "Do you have a minute?"
"For you, always," he smiled.
"I need to ... you...," she began, but before she could continue, the rest of the Sons arrived and she stopped. Was simply lost in bike noise and general greeting anyway.
"You coming?" Jax finally turned to Tig. "Meeting at church."
"I gotta get back to work anyway," Roxanne said, turning to leave.
"Wait a second, weren't you going to ask me something else?", Tig held her back, but she shook her head and wavered.
"It's not very important."
He watched her pensively for a moment before following Jax and the others inside the clubhouse.
In a way, it did seem important but if she didn't speak up... she wouldn't. Women were sometimes quite odd and he had begun to give up trying to understand them anyway.

"Not a word," Roxanne admonished as she saw Half-Sack standing by the lifting platform with an oily rag in one hand and the wrench in the other, his brows raised expectantly.
"The guys really need to improve their timing."
He grinned. "Were you really gonna ask him?"
"Yes," she replied, but more thoughtfully than emphatically. "But I have no idea how I would've reacted, whatever his answer would've been."
Suppose that was for her to find out.
Until she herself knew what she wanted, she really didn't need to be bothered about what was going on inside Tig.

There were many things going on inside him and though he was able to hide it from Roxanne, his MC-brothers probably already knew. These intense stares he was giving Roxanne were hard to ignore and his womanizing had diminished very significantly. Aside from Chibs, however, no one had teased or approached him much, which did make Tig wonder a little. They usually didn't hide things like that from each other.
Anyway, Chibs was right, it couldn't continue like this.
He needed to know if and what was going on, otherwise he would go crazy in no time.

Roxanne concluded she could absolutely not imagine a relationship with a guy like Tig, but a one-night stand or a classic bedtime story with him would definitely excite her. He was appealing to her, he certainly had a lot to offer on the sexual side, and in total. After all these weeks and months on the run, she deserved a bit of pleasure.
How was she supposed to act now? With Tig, the unmistakable and straightforward pick-up line probably worked best, and if she had asked him directly, she would certainly be at least one step closer.

Saturday night, the party was well underway, Tig sat pensively at the bar and the entire party buzz was rushing by him.
He had initially talked with his MC brothers and drank a shot or two, until one after the other hooked up with one of the crow eaters and disappeared. Usually Tig would be one of the first in line but today ... he absolutely wasn't in the mood for it. At least not with one of them. There only was one whom he wanted now.
As if he had just realized it, he determinedly stood up from his bar stool and left.

Roxanne had made herself comfortable on her couch and was zapping randomly through the TV program. One of the prospects had bought a new TV set recently, with a larger flat screen, among other things, and had given his previous one to her almost as a gift.
She got stuck on a thriller for a few minutes, but couldn't really keep up with the plot and switched off the TV at the same moment as a knock on the door.
She glanced at the digital display of the receiver. Nearly midnight.
At this hour, who could it be? She wasn't close enough to her direct neighbors for a spontaneous drop-in visit, certainly not this late, and she had no reason to be worried about other unwelcome guests.
At least not yet.
She got up and went to the door to peer through the peephole before she opened.
Tig was leaning in the doorframe, eyeing her intently.
Roxanne, too, couldn't say anything at first. Why was he here, and why wasn't he at the party? But the way he was looking at her was more than answer enough.
"Hi," he finally managed to say, and she smiled ambiguously.
"Hi. So it's true!" The very fact of him being here right now, instead of the clubhouse ...
"What?"
"That you've got the hots for me!"
"You bet!" His gaze intensified even more, and at the very moment Roxanne was about to take a step closer to Tig, he almost roughly drew her to him and they passionately and demandingly kissed each other. Somehow, once Tig had kicked the door shut, they barely made it into the bedroom before they were all over each other. There was nothing affectionate or tender about it, it was just the quickest possible sexual satisfaction, but still, or maybe because of this, very intense.

"What the hell was that?!" Roxanne asked once she was able to speak again after they'd finally let go of each other and were laying next to one another, both panting heavily.
"That was well overdue!" Tig replied.
"Yeah, obviously. Oh my God!"
"Don't! Keep calling me Tig," he joked with a wink, and she laughed shortly.
"What's your real name, by the way?"
"Alexander." And yours?, he almost asked but she had no clue he knew about her fake ID and right now was probably the worst possible moment to mention it.
"'Alright then, Alexander." Propping herself up on one elbow, she looked down at him. "Why not sooner?"
"I couldn't figure you out," he replied. "If you'd been one of our chicks, it wouldn't have been a problem. With them you know your way around. But in your case, I didn't know, I couldn't and wouldn't tread your like them. If you know what I mean."
"Yes, indeed," she smiled, "So now what? Do we agree we had a nice one and done, or do we continue somehow?"
"Well, I certainly hope we do!" What had just happened had exceeded his expectations, and he'd be damned if he'd dump her. He stroked her hair back and then drew her close for a heartfelt kiss. "Anytime!"
He disengaged from her and started getting out of bed.
"Where are you going?"
"Nature calls."
"'Don't you dare get dressed!" ordered Roxanne, grinning suggestively as he now turned to face her. "We're nowhere near done yet. Not at all!"
"Fine!" he replied, grinning as well. "Get ready for something!"

Tig woke up sometime to the aroma of coffee and bacon and, after being in the bathroom halfway dressed, he found Roxanne at the stove stirring in a pan. Apparently entirely engrossed and in deep thought, she hadn't even noticed him yet, and he tightened the belt of his pants before he stepped behind her and peered past her with his hands on her hips.
"Looks yummy. Mornin'!" He kissed her on her neck and she smiled.
"Hey. Do you mean me or the scrambled eggs? And it's almost noon, by the way."
Tig glanced at the clock on the wall. "Fact. And I mean both," he added with a smile, pouring coffee into two mugs Roxanne had already set on the counter.
"You fancy a breakfast?"
"Deserve it, don't I?" he joked, finished buttoning his shirt.
"Indeed!" Roxanne confirmed with a wink, pointing to one of the two stools at the small table. "Have a seat."

Tig would have been happy to stay, not least to get her laid once or twice more but he'd better get to the clubhouse after all.
"Too bad. Do you have to help clean up the party debris?" Roxanne asked when he told her.
"Nonsense, what do we have the prospects for? No kidding though, I gotta check if the place is still standing. So to speak."
"What about everyone else?" This had been on Roxanne's mind all along and it just had to come out now as they were standing by his Harley. "Are you gonna tell them? About us?"
"They'll figure it out anyway," he suspected. "And after all, we agree it's going to be casual."
"Right."
They hugged, and as if to contradict themselves, the quick goodbye kiss lasted way much longer.
"Don't fall asleep whilst driving," Roxanne reminded with a smile, just before he started the engine.
"I can take it for a while now," Tig assured her. "See you tomorrow!"
Roxanne went inside again as the Harley disappeared around the bend, planning to spend a relaxing remaining afternoon on the couch. It was less than five minutes, however, before she fell asleep. The lack of sleep due to that wild, passionate night was taking its toll on her pretty fast, after all.

Tig found no one in and around the clubhouse except the prospects cleaning up the last remnants of the party - apparently everyone was still sleeping it off - so he headed home and felt much like Roxanne.
On the couch, TV switched on and soon after already fell asleep. He didn't even get to recap the previous night in all its details in his head, as he usually liked to do.

"Dude, why the hell did you leave all of a sudden on Saturday?" Bobby wanted to know the next morning. "You were definitely missing out!"
"I don't think so," Tig replied, glancing toward the garage where Roxanne was already busily tinkering with an old Cadillac.
"Finally!" Chibs chimed in first, grinning. "You got her laid!"
"Oh yeah!" Tig was still watching Roxanne with fascination and raised his hand in greeting like in a trance as she now waved back at them. "Not only once, and definitely not for the last time!"
"Wow," Bobby murmured in awe. "'Tis out of your mouth, it's already getting serious!"
Tig laughed. "Yeah, I suppose we'll have to get ourselves engaged next week!"