Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Giving Back: Chapter 5

Semi-Smut with Tig and Pixie at the start of chapter

Pixie woke up to the early morning sun on her face as she rolled over, feeling the weight of strong arms wrapped around her. Tig was fast asleep, his legs tangled with hers, the picture of serenity and comfort. Pixie smiled, studying the planes of his face and the upper part of his bare torso that wasn't covered by the duvet. Even like this, Tig was still roguishly handsome, and had an air of dominance and danger, he was the epitome of a bad boy, and Pixie was very much here for it. She snuggled closer to him, and Tig stirred, wrapping around her tighter.

"I can feel you staring." Tig grumbled, opened one eye to peer sleepily at Pixie, seeing the overwhelming love and adoration on her cheeky little face.

"You have an ex-con to escort." Pixie reminded him.

"Unfortunately. I'd rather stay here with my baby." Tig sighed, thinking over the night they'd had. He'd taken Pixie to get take-out pancakes, she'd chosen ones with fruit and syrup, and he'd gone for bacon on his. They'd eaten them in a local park and watched the sun set, goofing around and chasing each other. Then they raced off to the cinema. He'd had his arm wrapped around Pixie the entire time as they laughed and cheered their way through Smokey and the Bandit. They'd left soon after and Pixie had kissed him when they reached their bikes and asked him to stay with her when they got to the clubhouse, not wanting the night to end quite so soon. He'd agreed immediately, and they raced each other home, played a couple games of pool with Jax before he'd given up trying to beat Pixie and all three of them had decided to call it a night. He'd borrowed a pair of sweatpants and got into bed with her. They'd made out and talked about little things until Pixie fell asleep and he'd held her in his arms, just embracing the feeling of being there for someone, not just sexually. Pixie was the first girl he'd wanted to get into bed with, full well knowing that nothing overly sexual was going to happen.

"Are you going to sleep again, mister?" Pixie teased, booping his nose and bringing him back to the present. He opened his eyes and looked down at her.

"Maybe, I'm very comfy." He snuggled under the duvet and closed his eyes again.

"Me too, but you've still got a job to do... but I guess I can always cover for you and go pick up a potentially dangerous criminal..." Pixie trailed off teasingly.

Tig's eyes snapped open and he propped himself up on his elbow. "No way am I gonna let that happen. You're going to the fundraiser and you're staying put at least until I can get a feel for the guy, make sure it's safe for you to be around him." Tig growled, partly at the prospect of Pixie being around a potentially dangerous man, and partly at the fact that Pixie had just played him so effortlessly.

Pixie giggled. "I knew that would work, my protective wolf-man."

He growled again and pinned Pixie under him. "You." He kissed her cheek. "Are such a little tease." He kissed her all over her face and neck making her giggle and squirm.

"Speaking of which, I do believe I'm owed a reward." Pixie reminded him when Tig pulled back to hover over her, they smiled breathlessly at each other.

"Oh yeah?" Tig nuzzled her. "Well, I have an idea, but I want you to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable, because I don't wanna hurt you, baby."

Pixie nodded. "Okay." She stroked Tig's hair, smiling up at him as he carefully shuffled down her and pulled up her t-shirt, kissing her stomach and then moving up and towards her breasts. His calloused hands gently kneaded them and Pixie let out a little moan, her face becoming flushed.

"Is that good, princess?" Tig murmured, Pixie nodded breathlessly, a smile on her face as her hands stroked his back and up to his hair. He leant down and gently captured her left nipple in his mouth, carefully sucking and nipping. Pixie's back arched and she gasped in delight, hands fisting in Tig's curls. He switched over and paid some attention to her other breast and Pixie moaned again, sending electricity coursing through Tig. Those little moans were so sultry and alluring that Tig knew they'd be his undoing if he kept this up for too long. He moved up and kissed Pixie, catching her lips and loving how soft they felt against his and how she wrapped herself around him like a koala. He broke the kiss to chuckle.