AN: Don't own SOA. Just following the plot bunny. Thank you for the reads and reviews, they are encouraging!
Tig had been texting Finley all week. Sometimes it was something heavy, other times he worked on getting to know her and tell her what he could about himself. He learned she had been in the army and recruited after her MSO to the job she had now. As far as Tig could gather, she worked on the retrieval side of the business.
He was taking a cigarette break and decided to call her. He had been working up to asking her to dinner. It went to voicemail. Frowning, Tig left a brief message. It wasn't until he was heading for a shower in his dorm that his phone beeped.
On a job, should be back tomorrow. Tig shook his head that he didn't think that she could be working.
Tig pushed off another crow eater to their disappointment and a raised eyebrow from Chibs.
"What's up with brother, never known you to deny any woman," Chibs said taking a shot of jack.
"Waiting for the right one," Tig replied, not wanting to reveal anything about Finley to his brothers yet. Chibs gave him another look.
"Right…." Chibs snorted. Tig felt his pocket vibrate. That was his cue to step outside.
"Hey sweetheart, you good?"
"Alex, I need a fucking drink. Help me out?" Finley entreated.
"Come to the clubhouse, I'll wait outside for you," Tig said feeling his body react at getting to see the blonde.
"I'll be there in ten," Finley said hanging up.
Tig thought the ten minutes felt like ten as he paced. Him and Finley were becoming friends but explaining that to the others would be unpleasant. They would teased and needled him; he trusted Finley to handle herself. Finally her Camaro pulled up. Tig hustled to open the door for her.
"Fuck baby, what the hell happened to your face?" Tig exploded seeing Finley's black eye.
"Down boy. Part of the transportation when to shit and I got in a fight with two lackeys," Finley comforter sliding her arms around Tig.
Finley's touch calmed him down but he still wanted to hurt someone. He gripped her tightly, dropping a kiss to her head. He held her until he felt calm enough to pull back. Finley gave him a smile.
Damn those jeans look good on her. Tig approved of her black boot cut jeans. Her boots were black workbooks, and he didn't think Finley would own a pair of heels. Her grey t-shirt was a simple v-neck. It was a practical and comfortable outfit and Tig loved it.
"You promised me a drink," Finley nudged.
Tig wrapped his arm around her shoulders, glad she let him. The loud noise and general craziness of the party didn't seem to faze her. The only reaction Finley gave was to warp her arm around his waist.
"Sack! Two shots of tequila," Tig hollered over the noise.
Chibs and Juice came up to the bar, not even trying to conceal their stares. Tig gritted his teeth. Before he could say something, Finley did.
"Finley, Tig's girl. You keep staring, I'll remove your eyes permanently," Finley took took the shot handed to her. Chibs and Juice just gaped.
"I wouldn't test her. Ask your damn questions," Tig added taking his own shot. It took a moment for the other man to gather their thoughts.
"Damn Tig, you know how to pick them. What's with your eye?" Chibs drawled making sure to keep his distance.
"Work," Finley said signaling for another shot.
"What kind of work?" Juice asked. Tig watched Finley take her second shot before answering.
"Retrieval specialist," Finley answered. Tig pulled her close, glad she let him.
Neither of brothers seemed to want to ask another question. Finley wasn't them much and had already scared them. Tig found that hilarious, even more so that neither Chibs or Juice challenged her on it. Guiding her from the bar, he led them outside. No one was in the right now and it was quieter. Sitting side by side on top of the picnic table, there wasn't the pressure to speak.
"Tiggy! You've been avoiding me all night!" Came a high pitched voice. Tig winced.
"Not tonight Candy," Tig said avoiding looking directly at the crow eater.
"Don't be that way, I'll make you feel good tonight." Candy came to Tig, rubbing his knees.
All Tig heard was a growl before Finley moved. She grabbed the crow eater by the hair yanking her back. Twisting her hand deeper, Candy screamed. Finley didn't deign to speak, she simply kneed the other woman in the face twice before letting her drop to the ground in a heap of tears and cussing.
Tig could feel the attraction rise in him. He wanted Finley to always be with him. He didn't care how or what they were. She had the same violence inside her that he did. Her style was more controlled but just as quick to temper. Finley simply came back to the table sitting on the bench so she could rest her head on his knee. He stroked her hair, letting the silence speak for them.
"Are you going home?" He asked noticing Finley fading.
"I should but I'm too tired to drive," Finley yawned.
"I can drive you home if I can get a ride back in the morning," Tig offered. He hoped she agreed.
"You fuck up my car I will tie you to a chair and slowly take a sledgehammer to your Harley," Finley warned. Tig winced at that.
"Promise, I'll take care of that beauty of a cage as well as my Harley," Tig promised.
The two made their way to the '69 Camaro, Finley under Tig's arm. As Tig adjusted the driver's seat, he smiled. He was spending time with his girl and she trusted him enough to drive her car.
Finley was half-asleep for most of the ride. Tig figured her job must have taken more out of her than she was saying. He knew how that went, especially when what you had planned went to shit. He shook her when he pulled into the parking lot for her apartment.
Walking up, Finley took the lead. Unlocking the door, Tig noticed her quick scan of the place. It was a small apartment with a joint kitchen/living room. The one hallway had the bathroom, bedroom and storage closet. While nicely decorated, it was minimalist at best. The apartment fit with how Finley was. She wasn't a woman who needed extra frills and she used resources wisely.
"You can share the bed with me if you want, but I'm not offering anything. My bed is just comfortable as shit. I keep an extra toothbrush. I'm gonna wash up then it's all yours," Finley said heading to the bathroom before pausing.
"And no sleeping naked." Tig just nodded. He had no intentions of breaking boundaries tonight.
Fifteen minutes later both were ready for bed. Tig in his boxers, his clothes neatly folded and his Kutte hung over the couch. Finley slid into the right side, signaling Tig to turn out the light. Tig did, making his way to the left side. She wasn't lying, her bed is damn comfortable. He internally smiled when Finley turned to him, making herself comfortable splayed across his chest.