Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Patch Over: Chapter 8

Semi-smut with Tig and Pixie.

Tig awoke feeling a soft, warm lump against his side and under his right arm. He opened one eye to peer down at content and heavily asleep Pixie. She was clinging onto him like a limpet, her right arm around his stomach, her left hand behind his shoulder and she had her legs curled up around his. He smiled to himself as he made to stretch and Pixie let out a small whimper, clinging onto him harder as she sensed his movements. "I'm not going anywhere, darlin'." He soothed, rubbing her back gently with his hand that cradled her. For the first time in a while, he felt completely content and undeniably loved. Right now, at this moment, he was Pixie's rock and he could see under all her armour, her face free of worry and blissful as she snuggled against him. Tig wished he could capture this moment forever, keep it somewhere safe so it would never be corrupted by the chaos that was the rest of their lives. He also realised that he would probably, no definitely, jump in front of a bullet for this girl. She was quickly becoming the centre of his universe, and his reason for persevering. Pixie was everything he'd ever wished for in a partner, she was kind, funny, charismatic, intelligent and just the right amount of crazy. She had a ride or die type of personality and Tig firmly wanted to be there for the ride.

"Hmm, sunshine." Pixie mumbled in her sleep.

Tig chuckled quietly. "Sunshine? Is that what you're dreaming about?" He asked her, seeing the happy smile on her face.

She snuggled him a little tighter upon hearing his voice. "Safety." Pixie mumbled.

Tig's heart melted. "Always, angel, you're always safe with me." He whispered to her, sincerity ringing true in his voice. He put both arms around her protectively. Pixie could fend for herself, he knew that, he'd seen that, but it still didn't mean she needed to fight her battles on her own all the time. He was glad she knew she could depend on him to make her feel safe, and for him to be her safety. Pixie yawned and stretched suddenly, lifting up her head to look up at him, her eyes shiny and unfocused from sleeping.

"Good afternoon, angel, you sleep good?"

"Mmhmm. Time?"

Tig checked the clock. "Half three. We'll get up when you're ready."

"Hmkay." She put her head down and yawned again. "You sleep well?"
"Yeah, had my little teddy bear with me all morning." Tig smiled he pulled her up a little way so he could kiss her.

"This is nice." Pixie said after a moment. "Can we stay here forever?"

"I wish, doll."

"You make a good pillow." Pixie chirped, resting her head on Tig's shoulder.

"Glad I could be of service, miss." Tig chuckled. "What were you dreaming about?"

"Riding my bike with you, we were going up some hill, probably around Charming. We reached the top and pulled off to watch the sunrise and there were these two crows in a tree, but the tree was growing red roses. One of the crows broke a rose off and gave it to the second one and I was cuddling with you. Then the wind blew and red rose petals flew everywhere like snow and it was really pretty." Pixie explained.

Tig was silent for a moment visualising the dream. "That's beautiful, doll."

"I wish I had more dreams like that. I think you're my dream catcher, keeping all the nightmares away."

"You do the same for me too, baby girl." Tig said honestly, smiling as Pixie gently poked his ribs. "What are those little hands up to?"

"Exploring." Pixie beamed before pulling his shirt up a little so she could see the skin there.