Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Fun Times

Mild smut throughout

When Tig and Pixie returned to the cabin, they were both still laughing about the fun they'd had goofing off with each other around the store. Pixie had repeatedly gotten distracted and had wandered off from Tig to the point in sheer exasperation, he'd picked her up and put her in the shopping cart so he could keep track of her and find the relevant items they needed. Tig was quickly realising that whilst it was a good thing Pixie was intelligent and hyper observant, it had its downside being that Pixie was not a good multi-tasker and her attention was easily diverted, so combining that with her highly energetic personality, it was the same as trying to keep hold of a springer spaniel on a sugar high. Once they'd set out all the ingredients, they managed to convert the temperatures and recipe amounts between the two of them so they both understood what they were making, Pixie went hunting for a cookbook, finding it in one of the large bookcases in the main room. They started on the filling first, boiling the potatoes, onions and grating the cheese, then combining all the ingredients and making the delicious filling. Pixie had to fend Tig off with a spoon as he kept trying to eat the filling instead of finding the pastry page. Between them they began mixing ingredients for the two pastry types whilst they chattered to each other about anything and everything that came to their minds. Occasionally, Pixie would give Tig a tip or direction for his pastry, and bolstered his confidence in his cooking ability. Tig had to admit, working with Pixie was one of the easiest things in the world, she was a team player for sure and he found their cooking session relaxing. He found this especially surprising as Tig's cooking sessions usually went with him burning at least one ingredient, swearing profusely throughout and eventually giving up, throwing the whole thing out and ordering chinese takeout. When everything was combined, and safely in the oven to cook for an hour, they piled the dishes into the sink.

"Let's take a break from cooking, the kitchen's heating up really fast." Pixie suggested as she climbed up onto the worktop, unlatching and opening the window.

"If you're too warm, why don't we go for a swim?" Tig replied, automatically putting his arms around Pixie's waist and lifting her off the counter.

"In the river?"
"Course, I'll keep you safe, doll." Tig kissed her forehead.

"You just want to see me half-naked." Pixie joked playfully.

"Well, I'd prefer you full-naked..." Tig pretended to contemplate it, sending Pixie into a fit of giggles as she swatted at his chest.

"Tiggy!" She squealed at him. "Besides, I'm not a strong swimmer, it's a little harder with one foot, and I'm not sure about the current."

"It's pretty slow by the cabin, Jax and Opie used to swim it all the time as kids, so you should be fine, and like I said, you got me, baby. Besides, you said you've been missing the water." Tig reminded her, gently trying to persuade her.

"Okay, okay. We can do it. I just get a little antsy when I know my legs are gonna be on show. You know, I haven't worn shorts that go higher than my knees since the amputation. Just the thought of someone else seeing the scars from the surgery and Jimmy makes me feel uncomfortable and like I have to apologise for 'em, 'coz I know they ain't pretty to look at." Pixie confessed. The growl Tig let out was something Pixie had only ever heard him make during combat. He grabbed her hand, towing her into the bedroom. "Tiggy?" Pixie squealed as he lifted her up and dropped her onto the bed, untying her boots and slipping them off, doing the same to his before jumping on as well. He sat in between her legs, gently pushing Pixie to lay back when she tried to sit up and began running his hands slowly up the outside of them, gently squeezing as he reached her hips. The look on Tig's face was complex as his icy blues shined intently. He looked mad, yet his features were soft, reassuring Pixie that he wasn't angry at her.