Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

First Time

Maaaajor smut in this chapter ;)

Pixie pulled one of Tig's white t-shirts over the top of her fresh red lingerie set, she felt too warm to get dressed fully and if Tig had anything to do with it, Pixie would be losing clothing faster than she'd be able to put them back on. She smiled to herself as she finished drying her hair and tying it up into a high ponytail, she could still feel Tig's rough roaming hands on her skin from their shower together. It had quickly become steamy in more than one sense and they'd both explored each other's bodies with their hands, under the pretense of getting themselves clean. Tig had been excited to discover Pixie's hidden tattoo of a single red rose with a green stem on her left hip, covering it with kisses and deeming it his favourite out of all of Pixie's ink. They'd briefly discussed the prospect of having sex for the first time, and Tig had told Pixie to let him know when she was truly ready as he didn't want to rush or influence her. Pixie had agreed, loving how he'd left the ball in her court, rather than trying to push her one way or the other. She'd encountered pushy people in the past, mostly in nightclubs and it always irritated her and those encounters usually ended in punches being thrown. Pixie pushed those idiots from her mind and focused on her man. Tig had opted to pull on a pair of jeans and no shirt and had gone to the kitchen, putting lunch together whilst Pixie finished getting ready. She pulled on her prosthetic, so she'd be able to get around easier, not that she doubted Tig wouldn't pick her up at the first chance he got. She went to the doorway leaning against the frame to watch Tig move around in the main room, he had a ceramic duckling in his hands from one of the knick-knack shelves and was turning it over in his grip absent-mindedly. As he turned to put it back, he caught sight of Pixie watching him with a little smile on her face. He strode towards her, the afternoon sun glinting off of the thick silver necklace chain with his signature silver spiral pendant that had little spines coming off of it, reminding Pixie of the patterns she'd seen from the ammonite fossils at Lyme Regis Bay during a rare holiday trip with Bruce.

"Hey baby." He smiled down gently, Pixie grasped his necklace chain and gently tugged on it so he stooped down for a kiss. "Is that my shirt?"

Pixie nodded, hands roaming Tig's chest. "Not like you were gonna wear it anyways."

Tig chuckled and Pixie watched his face change, loving the way his nose scrunched a little with his eyes, glittering with his laugh. "True, I got lunch ready, pie looks good." He commented, putting his hands on Pixie's shoulders, then travelling them down her body, coming to rest on her ass. "Though you look better."

Pixie blushed as she felt him knead her butt. "Could say the same thing about you." Pixie flirted back, feeling flushed under Tig's ministrations. "Let's go eat before you get side-tracked." She reminded him, Tig reluctantly let go and moved to the side to let Pixie pass, only to deliver a rough slap to her backside as Pixie sashayed past him.

She let out a little squeal. "Tiggy!" She pretended to scold him, but the look in Pixie's eyes said she was very much enjoying what he was up to. Tig followed her into the kitchen, watching the way Pixie swayed her hips as she walked, it sent heat coursing through his veins and Tig had to hold his tongue so he didn't let out a groan. Pixie filled up two glasses of water and put them down on the table as Tig sat down next to his plate, then pulled hers over to his direction too, before finally grabbing Pixie as she approached the table and pulled her into his lap. "Can't keep your hands off me?" Pixie giggled, stroking the side of Tig's face.