~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

*𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠*

The next morning, Bellatrix awoke to the gentle warmth of the California sun cascading over her heavily tattooed back. The electric blue numbers on her bedside clock glowed, indicating noon had already passed. She reached out to Tig's side of the bed, expecting to feel his warmth, but was met with cold sheets and a chilled pillow instead. "Dammit, Tiggy," she muttered to herself, a hint of frustration coloring her thoughts.

The petite woman rose from the expanse of the king-sized bed, retrieving yesterday's pastel purple thong from the floor. With a deft motion, she slid it up her legs before wrapping herself in her lover's Teller-Morrow Garage button-down, using it as a makeshift robe. Once semi-clothed, Trixie grabbed her pack of Marlboro Red 100's and Zippo lighter from the nightstand before making her way to the clubhouse's kitchen,As she entered the kitchen, Trixie lit up a Marlboro Red 100, the smoke curling around her as she spotted her stepmother, Gemma.

"Well, look who decided to wake up," Gemma greeted her with a sly smile. "Tigger must've worn you out good for you to be sleeping in this late, darlin'," she teased, the playful tone of an older woman who knew a thing or two about life's pleasures.

Trixie grinned mischievously as she blew smoke in Gemma's direction.

"Well, Mama, I reckon you're onto something, especially considering I've still got Tigger juice drippin down my thighs," she quipped, her words laced with a playful hint of innuendo.

Gemma rolled her eyes, a mixture of amusement and exasperation crossing her features. "Bellatrix Eileen, I did NOT need to know that," she chided with a playful shake of her head.

Trixie couldn't help but grin as she poured herself a generous cup of Folgers Black Silk coffee. With a flick of her wrist, she reached into the fridge for her favorite Mocha-flavored International Delight coffee creamer. "Y'all should know by now that I love to mess with you," she teased, the cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth adding to her playful demeanor.

Once satisfied with her coffee, the petite, tattooed woman set out in search of her honey.She found him in the shop, diligently changing the oil on his motorcycle.

Trixie sauntered up behind Tig, her steps light and barely audible on the concrete floor of the shop. With a gentle touch, she leaned against his back as he tended to his motorcycle, her demeanor soft, sleepy, and innocent. "Good morning, Daddy," she whispered, the honorific carrying a sense of reverence and affection.

Tig laid the socket wrench he was using on the ground, rising slowly as his left hand traced a tender path up his Princess's tattooed calf, "Well, good afternoon, babydoll," Tig murmured, his voice low and soothing as he leaned in closer to Trixie. "Did you sleep good?" he inquired, his tone filled with genuine concern and affection.

Trixie rolled her eyes playfully as her big, bad biker, stole a sip of her so-called "frufru coffee." "Sure did, HoneyBear, slept like a rock!" she replied, her tone teasing yet affectionate.

"That's good, darlin'," Tig replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "We've been assigned the Costco run for the big summer bash this weekend. Let me finish up here, and I'll meet you in the shower," he added, his words laced with anticipation.

"Actually, I kinda wanted to watch you work. You look sexy when you're doing all that mechanicin'," Trixie grinned, leaning against the stainless steel toolbench, her gaze fixed on Tig.

The man shot Trixie a flirty grin as he went back to working on his bike, his attention divided between the motorcycle and the tiny woman who was staring at him with pure adoration.

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An hour and a half later, Trixie emerged from Tig's dormitory transformed into a vision of allure. She was dressed in a black bustier top, paired with black leather skinny jeans that accentuated her curves. Her feet were clad in black Loubi Queen Alta's , adding an extra flair to her ensemble. A cropped black leather jacket completed the look, adding a touch of edginess.

Her cherry cola red hair was styled to perfection, teased and done up to the nines, in big Farrah Fawcett style waves. Her makeup was equally striking, with a black smokey eye that highlighted her eyes, and a wine-red lip that added a bold finish to her appearance. She carried a large Louis Vuitton Neverfull, which was her signature purse.

Tig's eyes nearly popped out of his head as Trixie walked into the common room. Before he could speak, Chibs, Opie, Happy, and Juice all let out loud wolf whistles, their appreciation evident. "My goodness, sweet darlin' princess! Ye look absolutely bangin'," Chibs exclaimed, his thick Scottish accent adding a charming flair to his words.

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