Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Tig's House

WARNING: SMUT THROUGHOUT CHAPTER

The group dropped Pixie off at Tig's house and Pixie watched as Tig parked up his bike and then eagerly picked her up, carrying her up the stone path to his front door which was painted a dark red and had three frosted window panes at the top. The house was a square two story building and looked slightly larger than Chibs' with a front and back garden. Tig set Pixie down for a second as he jammed the key in the door, twisted and pulled it up, unlocking it and pushed it open.

"The lock's dodgy, been meaning to get it fixed, but it still works." Tig explained. He flicked the lights on for the hallway and Pixie took in her surroundings. The walls were painted white with a dark hardwood floor. To her right was a row of wooden pegs with a couple of coats on and two empty slots. There was a doorway next to them leading into the lounge area and another doorway on her left which looks like it led into the kitchen. There was a door at the end of the hall and a staircase leading upstairs.

"I like it." Pixie smiled up at him.

"Good." Tig grinned as he slipped his kutte off and hung it on the peg and then motioned for Pixie to do the same, although he had to help when he realised the peg's were over his head height and Pixie was significantly shorter than him, so couldn't reach. "I'll have to fix that, baby." He teased her. "I say we get you cleaned up, and I'll order takeout as it's late and you look exhausted." Tig suggested. "What do you want?"

Pixie pretended to think about it and then reached up to loop her arms around his neck. "You." She joked, kissing his chin, Tig carefully lifted her, trying not to jostle her bruises.

"Well you got me, baby, but we need food." He insisted, nuzzling her neck.

"Pizza?" Pixie asked.

"Sure, what kind do you like? I'm a big fan of the meat feast." Tig smiled, gently kissing her.

"Veggie please, can... can we maybe get ice cream too?" Pixie asked shyly, hoping she wasn't pushing her luck.

Tig grinned. "Anything you want, angel."

"Really?" Pixie looked at him like she didn't quite believe it.

"Yeah! You deserve it!" Tig laughed as he carried her into the downstairs bathroom at the end of the hall and flicked on the light, setting Pixie down on the black dresser. "You're so silly sometimes, you know that, right?" Tig teased.

"What do you mean?" Pixie giggled as Tig moved to unlace her trainers.

"You just earned the club fifty K, and these past few days you've been holding the club together, and yet you think you don't deserve ice cream."

Pixie squirmed a little. "I can't help that, I always feel like there's something more I could do, I never feel like I've done enough."

Tig stopped unlacing to put his hands on either side of her face so he could look deep into her hazel eyes. "You've done enough, baby. You've proven yourself." Tig said firmly.

Pixie nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll try. I've always been like this. You know my Highton club tried to award me a "Men of Mayhem" patch for killing the bastard who tried to fire at Bruce, but I refused, because although I'd killed for the club, it felt like I'd failed, he got so close, I should've spotted the fucker earlier but I was playing around with one of the other members and didn't spot him until it was almost too late."

Tig almost couldn't believe his ears. "Baby! You saved Bruce, that's it. It doesn't matter how close he got, or that you were goofing off. What matters is you got the asshole who tried to kill the club's president. That's an amazing achievement."