Jameson Michaels comes back to Charming after being away for ten years. She opens a bar on the outskirts of town and Clay Morrow and SAMCRO want a piece of the action but Jameson doesn't think she needs to give in to them. Another major complication...
Jameson opened her door after the insistent knocking started to find Tig standing in front of her. She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.
"What do you want?"
Tig looked at her with the most soulful expression she had ever seen. "Can I come in?"
Jameson was torn between letting him in and slamming the door in his face. Finally, she sighed. "I really should be getting to the club."
"Come on, babe. Five minutes, Jamie. That's all."
Jameson reluctantly stepped back to allow him to enter, pointing a finger at him as he passed her. "Fine, but no touching. At all. You stay on this side of the room and I'll go over there."
Tig gave her a look but said nothing as she walked over and sat down on the couch. "Do I really have to stay over here?"
Jameson nodded, pulling her feet up under herself. "Yes, yes you do."
Tig rolled his eyes but leaned against the wall by the door, crossing his arms over his chest. "Ok, fine." He sighed and reached up to run a hand through his hair. "So, I owe you an apology." Jameson just stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He sighed louder before nodding to himself. "Ok, so you have to know that I didn't mean to say that you weren't good enough for Hale, right? I'm sorry if that's what it sounded like. I was just... "
Jameson quirked a brow as he stared down at his boots. "Angry?"
Tig shook his head before looking at her with a small smirk. "Nah, I wasn't mad... well, maybe a little. Mostly I was jealous. I don't want him anywhere near you, Jamie."
Jameson shook her head, grinning a little before turning serious again. "Alex... why on earth would you be jealous of David? He isn't... he's not the... " She cleared her throat as his smirk got bigger. She wasn't sure, but she thought it might be because she had used his real name, something she only ever did when they were alone. "You don't have any reason to be jealous of David."
Tig just nodded and stared down at the toes of his boots for a moment before smirking and looking back at her. "You still have it?"
Jameson blinked at the sudden change of subject, staring anywhere but at him as she swallowed hard. She could pretend that she didn't know what he was talking about, but they would both know she was lying. She shrugged and finally looked at him to see that Tig was still smirking as if he already knew the answer to the question. What he didn't know was that not only did she still have his crow, she had a newer tattoo that he had never seen.
"What? No, of course not. Why would I?" Tig shrugged nonchalantly before taking a step in her direction. Jameson narrowed her eyes distrustfully. "What are you doing?"
"I just thought I would see for myself. It's not that I don't believe you, sweetheart, but... "
Before Jameson really knew what was happening, he strode across the room and grabbed her ankles, pulling her flat on her back on the couch. He levered himself down and laid on top of her, easily holding both of her hands in one of his big ones and trapping them against the arm of the couch. Jameson shook her head, not in denial of him, but in denial of what he was making her feel and remember. As Tig slowly unbuttoned her shirt, Jameson cleared her throat, trying to make herself talk.
"Alex! Ok, I admit it! I still have it."
He lifted his eyes to hers and the fire in them made her head swim. "Thank you for being honest, Jamie, but now... well, I just have to see for myself."
She groaned and closed her eyes as he suddenly pulled on the front of her shirt, sending buttons flying in every direction. She cracked one eye open to see Tig staring down at her torso as if he was in a trance. She shuddered lightly as he first traced the outline of the crow on her stomach below her right breast, then watched as his fingers moved up to trace the letters of his name above her left breast. He let out a breath and finally made eye contact, shaking his head in wonder.
"When?"
Jameson swallowed hard, knowing exactly what he wanted to know. "Two days after mom and I left. I just... I didn't want to forget you."
She swore she saw tears in his eyes before he let her hands go and reached up to unbutton the black shirt he was wearing. She stared in shock as she saw her name in the exact same place on Tig's chest. She reached out to trace the lettering as he did hers.
"I got this the same day... for the same reason."
Jameson just stared up at him for a moment before reaching out and grasping his kutte in both hands. Her lips met his as he fell on top of her, both moaning and fighting for dominance. Their legs tangle together as they pulled each other impossibly close, Tig almost pulling Jameson off the couch in his need to have her closer.
Just as Jameson was reaching for the button on Tig's jeans, they both heard a loud knocking on her front door. With a muttered oath, Tig dragged himself to his feet and held a hand out to help her up. He chuckled as he looked down at the ruined shirt that Jameson was wearing.
"Go change your shirt and I'll see who it is."
Tig walked over and cursed under his breath when he opened the door to see Wade standing there, a scowl on his face. He pushed past Tig and started pacing the living room.
"What do you want?"
Wade cut Tig a look. "Jameson. I need to talk to her. Now."
Before Tig could say anything back to the pissed off man in front of him, Jameson came down the hallway, pulling a t-shirt over her head. She looked surprised to see Wade in her living room.
"What's up? I was just getting ready to head in."
Wade shook his head. "We have trouble." He pointed at Tig, who looked confused. "And I think his friends are the cause of it."
