Talia always tried to get the Sons into bed when the night's party was over. Unless they were ass naked and with a Crow Eater or nowhere to be found, they'd be getting into a more comfortable spot because of her.

She knew she couldn't lug Bobby all the way to his room, so she made sure he was settled against one of the sofas near the Chapel doors. Chibs usually makes it to his dorm or he'll be sprawled out in the hall of the rooms with his pick of the night. He wasn't anywhere on the bar floor, so she'd probably run into him later.

Juice had a knack for ending up behind the bar with at least two sweetbutts curled around him and untangling that mess of limbs was not an easy task. When Talia peeked over the bar, the Intelligence Officer was settled in his post-party position and he was very naked, so he was sleeping on the floor tonight. At least he had the Crow Eaters to use as pillows.

Talia's found Jax getting off out in the open without a care, so VP was either worn out on one of the sofas or he was in the bathroom. A quick look around and Talia thought she spotted him sitting on a loveseat in a darkened corner with a bottle-blonde sweetbutt on his lap, but the woman was blocking a lot of the man's face with her straddling position, so Talia couldn't be sure if that was really him.

With those four taken care of and Clay at home with Gemma, that left Tig. Talia wasn't sure where he usually ended up after a party because she could never find him. It was like he vanished into the fog of cigarette smoke for the night and would only reappear the next morning. She knew he liked watching the Crow Eaters dancing on the clubhouse's strip pole, so she stepped over unconscious bodies and made her way to the other side of the room.

There were more hordes of mostly naked bodies everywhere and Talia even spotted Chibs. He was sitting in an armchair with a brunette on her knees with her head in his crotch. She was only wearing a bikini-strap thong, but Talia didn't know if the brunette had Chibs' dick in her mouth or not. She really didn't want to find out either because she'd hurt the woman if she did.

A thump made Talia's ear twitch and she turned to the right. Tig looked like he just managed to get off the floor or the table, whatever the hell he was just laying on, and he must've pushed off whoever was laying on him. There were too many sweetbutts on the floor for her to know which one had him for the night.

Tig's walk was nothing more than a stagger and Talia couldn't help but giggle as he tried to stay upright. "C'mon, Tiggy. Let's get you to bed." She called to him and it took a second, but he found where her voice came from.

Tig stared at her for a minute, then he smiled and began shuffling over to the teenage girl. Talia met him halfway and he gave her the sloppiest hug ever. She giggled into his shirt as she returned the embrace, but pulled away and lugged one of his arms over her shoulders. As Talia was leading them through the maze of bodies, Tig was constantly slurring about this or that, but the only thing she could clearly understand was her name. Still, she humored Tig's drunken mind and responded to what sounded like questions to keep him talking.

Once they reached the hall of dorms and to Tig's, Talia tried the knob and wasn't surprised to find it locked. Most of the Sons lock their rooms when they have parties to prevent anyone stupid enough from stealing or someone fucking in their beds.

"Tiggy, where's your key?" She asked him, looking up. Tig was already staring down at her and when their eyes met, he smiled again.

He dipped his head down to bring it closer to hers and Talia could smell basically every drink he had tonight. Lots of whiskey, some beer, a few shots of Tequila and a couple cigarettes. All those smells and how close he was, how warm his body was due to the alcohol flooding his system, made heat rise in her cheeks. She realized how close Tig was. Their noses were almost touching and she could see his dilated aquamarine eyes clouded with intoxication.

And his lips were right there, so damn close to her cheek.

When Tig unexpectedly put his cheek to her head, she gasped, but she heard him deeply inhale. Talia almost flinched when his lips were at her ear and she could feel the warm gusts of breath escaping his nose.

"You always smell…so good. Like…like vanilla 'n roses." Tig's voice was husky in Talia's ear, making her eyes flutter along with her thumping heart. When he pulled back and looked at her, he started chuckling.

"Your key, Tig." She reminded him, trying to stay focused. "Where's the key to your room?"

Tig's eyes were burning into hers and she couldn't help but stare back. Talia loved his eyes, thought they were gorgeous. But right now, they were a shade or two darker and she noticed something swirling in them that she saw in the other Sons when they were eyeing a sweetbutt that caught their attention.

Hunger and pure lust.

The realization of that just made heat pool in her stomach.

Tig's eyes stayed on Talia's for what felt like another eternity, but they slowly dragged down to her neck. He was staring at a spot so intently that she could feel it start to burn under his attentive gaze. Tig's eyes resumed their wandering and went lower, taking in every inch of her from head to toe, before coming back up to settle on her mouth.

Then, he slowly licked his lips like a wolf about to devour a little lamb and Talia could've sworn that her heart imploded.

She just wanted to get the man in bed and this is what she had to endure for her good deed. Her mind replayed that thought in her head and 'get the man in bed' suddenly lost its innocent charm. It was oozing in enticement now, dripping in heated lechery.

Talia shook her head to clear her wayward mind. By now, she figured that asking Tig for the key to his room was pointless and he wasn't going to be any help, so she had to find it herself. She tugged his arm to get him to lean on the wall and he fell into it with a little thump. Her hands were quick to shoot to his head to prevent him from knocking it against the wall, but they froze in their position.

Talia's fingers were touching his hair, something she's been dying to do for God knows how long. She expected Tig's hair to be coated in grease and like stubble to the touch, but it was the exact opposite. His dark locks were free of any hair gel and they were a bit damp because he was sweating a little, but they were so…soft. It was almost like touching a baby's hair.

Tig uttered a small groan and she blinked, coming back to reality. Talia didn't gather that she was running her fingers through his hair, her nails gently grazing his scalp and tracing his endless curls. She remembered that she used to do the same thing to Hayleigh all the time and the girl told her she loved when she did it, always put Talia's hand in her hair to get her to do it. Talia guessed it was instinctive to do it whenever her hands were in someone's hair now.

Tig had his eyes closed and he let out another soft groan. Talia feared that he was about to puke, but she watched in awe as he tilted his head back into her touch. He was enjoying it…and so was she. Her contentment was more so stemming from the fact that she was giving him something to enjoy…that she was the source of his pleasure.

Talia basked in the moment for another minute or so, continuously blushing every time a groan rumbled out of Tig's chest and fell from his slightly parted lips. She was taking advantage of his intoxicated state and she knew she shouldn't, so begrudgingly, she stopped. The sound Tig made when he realized her fingers were stationary sounded like a whine of disapproval and she smiled at it.

Before Talia could detach her hands from his head, Tig dug into the front pockets of his jeans and she raptly watched as the denim got tugged down to reveal a teasing slither of skin. She could partially see his concave naval and his dark happy trail leading below his jeans and she drooled over the sight.

When she heard the sound of metal clinking against metal, Talia looked up and Tig was offering her a ring of keys with a golden one between his fingers. She reached out to take it, but he lifted them up and out of her reach.

"D-Do that…do the thing…with the…do it again." He slurred a request, but Talia furrowed her brows at him, confused.

Tig stared at her for a minute, waiting for her to do something she guessed, then he took Talia's hand and put it back in his hair. He put the keys in her free hand and sighed as he shut his eyes again. She couldn't help but smile at him. For a Sergeant-At-Arms, he was being pretty cute and cuddly right now.

Talia distracted Tig with her fingers in his hair as she reached to the side to unlock his door. He tried stumbling into his room and she threw his arm over her shoulders again as she carefully led him to the already pulled-out bed. Tig dropped face-first like a dead body onto the mattress and she smiled at him. She went to roll him on his back and now, his feet were dangling off the edge of the bed. She went to the foot of the bed and dropped to her knees at his feet to unlace his shoes. She giggled when she saw his socks. They were white with black, blue or grey kitties all over them.

"C'mon, doll." Tig murmured, making her look up at him. He was slightly sitting up on his elbows now and he seemed to have been watching her. Talia figured he was just rambling on as drunks did, but he scooted down the bed until his feet were on the floor and she was trapped between his legs. Her eyes widened when she realized the intimacy of the position they were in now. Tig reached down and tilted her chin up to let her see his impish grin. "Let's have some real fun."

Talia's mind was completely blank. Nothing made sense right now, especially not the aquamarine eyes that were gleaming down at her. If they weren't such rudimentary functions, she'd have forgotten how to breathe and blink.

Stuttering about having to do something or going somewhere- she couldn't even understand the excuse sputtering from her lips- Talia stood up and wanted to backtrack towards the door. Before she could even think about taking the first step, Tig's arm reached out and he gently grabbed her hand to tug her back between his legs. She thought he might make her fall, so her other hand went to his shoulder to keep her upright. He stared up at her for a long minute, then his hand was guiding hers towards something.

Talia almost had a goddamn seizure when Tig guided her hand into his already unbuckled jeans, then through the flap of his boxers and curled her warm fingers around it.

It was hot, like it was on fire. Talia would almost say it was scolding to the touch and then, it had the audacity to be so…downy. It was- he felt so velvety on her palm and her hand felt unbelievably small around him. She didn't think her hand was fully wrapped around him. He was lazily throbbing in her grasp too, probably in time with his heartbeat.

Talia's legs were tightly squeezed together and she could feel her panties becoming slick with the wetness leaking from her flaming core. She felt like somebody stuck a match inside her and she was burning from the inside out, like she was just thrown into an incinerator. Her clothes suddenly seemed like the most irritating things in the world and she was beginning to hate them for covering her heated skin.

Talia remembered feeling something of the same way when Hayleigh was still around and she was taking her sweet time with her girlfriend, getting the girl so riled up that she'd squirm and whimper. But this? This feeling was so much more intense and it was barely recognizable as the same feeling Talia experienced with Hayleigh.

This was terrifying.

In her mind, Talia could only relate men being intimate with her to brutality, pain and misery.

And Tig was a man attempting to cross those same boundaries with her.

~SOA~SOA~SOA~

Tig opened his eyes for a moment and immediately threw himself over the side of his bed, throwing up on the floor. He rolled back into bed with a small groan and reached around for the pillow to cover his face with to block out the sunlight. He went grabbing for the body he went to bed caressing, but as he felt around the mattress, he realized that he was alone. He wondered if he was just having a drunken wet dream or if his lay already left him.

He sat up in bed and slowly rose to his feet, going to the door. He went down a few doors until he was before Happy's dorm and he quietly opened the door. He found Talia asleep in bed with the blankets pulled up under her chin.

"…why'd you have to be so damn perfect?" He mumbled to himself, staring at the girl in bed for a moment before closing the door and going back to his own room.

~SOA~SOA~SOA~

"Anybody seen Tal today?" Tig asked as Bobby, Jax and Clay entered the clubhouse.

"Chibs took her down to Lumpy's." Bobby answered. "Juice was lookin' for her too, so she should be here soon."

Tig nodded at the information and grabbed his mechanic shirt, going to work in the garage on the overnight order they had as he waited for Talia to return. Fixing the car took up about an hour and a half, so when he was done taking a shower, Talia was honking in the parking lot for Juice.

"It's about 8am now
Seems we just put our heads down

All the sparkles and wine of last night
Have quickly dissolved to a much different side"

"Jesus, that girl sounds like an angel." Tig muttered to himself as he walked down the hallway and spotted Talia coming into the bar.

"Collecting clothes while you're sleeping
Through your room, I am creeping

Passing hours make it clearer to see
Morning sex is for lovers

And you're not in love with me"

"What angel do you know sings about morning sex?" Chibs asked the man as he stood next to him, both of them watching as she moved towards the dorms.

Tig smirked. "Lucifer, probably."

"I'm no one for a guilt trip
We know just where I fit

Please don't bother with coffee or tea
Yes, it's best if I just let you see

Morning sex is for lovers
And you're not in love with me

You're not in love
with me"

"Hey, angel." Tig sweetly called before she disappeared down the hall, crossing the bar to stand before her. "I was wondering if you'd wanna go get some ice-cream, maybe go to that park you like?"

"I'm going out with Juice on a road trip in a few minutes." She told him. "He knows this dealer in Old Dena who grows all kinds of strains. They're supposed to be friends, so he said he can get us a discount. I wanna go to this arcade that opened near Glendale and there's this gang I wanna check out in Leimert Park too. We've got the day pretty much planned out and I doubt we'll be back before tonight."

"Anyone know you're leaving?"

"Mom baked us brownies this morning and asked for Mango Kush. She's gonna call to check-in on us. Chibs knows where we're going too. And now, you do."

"Let's go, Tal!" Juice called from outside, having stuffed a cooler into the backseat. "Vic's baggin' up your Alaskan Thunder Fuck and Mendo Purps right now! He's got fresh Arjan's Strawberry Haze too! It won an award, Talia! We need it!"

They both heard Bobby ask what the fuck the Juice was yelling about, then after explaining, he requested a pound of Lamb's Bread or Fruity Pebbles if their dealer had either.

"Gotta go." Talia said before she ran back to the dorms to get something, then was skipping to the door.

"Maybe tomorrow?" He offered, but she shook her head.

"I've got band practice tomorrow."

Tig watched as Talia instantly turned into that lively little bumblebee when she got around Juice. Something began burning inside him as the Intelligence Officer grabbed her hand and tugged her out of the clubhouse with a string of Talia's giggles left behind.

"What crawled up your arse?" Chibs asked as he sent a pat to Tig's back on his way to the bar. Tig stiffly followed, not wanting to take his eyes off the door in hopes that Talia would come back. Maybe she'd change her mind and decide that she wanted to go out with him instead of Juice. "Ya' look like ya' got bit in the sack by a mad Pomeranian, Tigger. S'matter?"

"Nothing." Tig spat, wanting to change the subject. "How was Talia's training?"

"Lass is a beast. Guys down at Lumpy's are scared shitless." Chibs smirked. "She just likes fightin' and she's passionate 'bout it. It's fun for her, like a hobby. Managed to get a couple offers though, gonna see what she thinks after she comes back from her stoner trip with Juice."