"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
A dance with the Devil may not always be a reckless entanglement, especially when the Angel herself has more than a few demons of her own.
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"We should head back, it's been a long day." Tig prompted after a few more minutes of comfortable silence while he and Sydney laid together, listening to the stillness of the night.
Sydney nodded, easing herself up to begin redressing. She giggled as she balled up the remnants of her shredded shirt, chucking it on top of Whistler's lifeless body. "What are we gonna do with him?" She nodded as she zipped her jacket over her bare torso.
"I'll get Sack to come out and bury him." Tig stated matter-of-factly, flipping open his phone and dialling the prospect with the location before they started their drive back.
Sydney leaned her head against the window once they were about halfway back home, the peaceful drive beginning to nod her off as she crashed from the spike of adrenaline.
"Tired, doll?" Tig asked as he looked over at where she was trying to stay upright, watching her nod lazily as she tried to keep her eyes open. "C'mere." He rubbed her back, gently pulling her down to lay in his lap.
Sydney giggled softly as he gently stroked her hair with one hand while the other gripped the steering wheel as struggled to keep the truck in a straight line, putting her to sleep in no time.
Once they arrived back in town safely, Tig pulled the truck onto Opie's street, stopping as gently as possible before placing it in park - looking down at the gorgeous girl who was sleeping peacefully in his lap. He took his time admiring her while he had the chance - unlike he'd had the previous time that she'd fallen asleep on him - as he ran his fingertips across her cheek, brushing her hair out of her face. She moaned softly as she began to wake - the sound instantly transporting him back to the night of the wedding as his dick twitched, blinking as he reminded himself that he didn't need to try and hide it this time.
"We're almost home." Sydney heard his soft voice before she began to sit up slowly, taking a deep breath before dragging her exhausted body out of the truck, stretching when she hit the pavement to try and wake herself up before feeling Tig's hand on the small of her back. "It's okay, I'll drive." She smiled as he guided her to the passenger seat of her car, sinking into the worn leather in her haze.
"Don't fucking touch my seat." She whimpered with a weak smile as Tig climbed into the driver's seat.
Tig froze with his hand on the lever, pulling it away with a chuckle as he contorted his limbs uncomfortably to fit in the small space that the short girl drove in.
