Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Home Comforts

WARNING: Smut later in the chapter

The party continued for another couple of hours until the Sons who all had pretty busy days, decided to call it a night. Pixie and Tig pulled into his driveway and wheeled their bikes into the garage before they walked up to the path together and Tig unlocked the front door. Once they'd hung up their kuttes and taken their boots off, Pixie grabbed Tig's hand and guided him into the den, switching on the light and gently pushing him down onto the sofa before straddling his lap.

"What're you up to, baby?" Tig crooned as his hands went to her hips.
"I'm making good on what I said this morning, I wanna take care of you today, seeing as how you've been taking really good care of me, and also how I made you mad earlier." Pixie finished with a guilty look on her face.

"Hey, I'm over that now, and even though I wanna wrap you up in cotton wool and keep you safe and all to myself, I also know you're a kick-ass kinda gal who pretty much saved this club's ass this week."

Pixie smiled and kissed Tig's cheek. "I'm glad you understand. I'm gonna get you a beer, and then I want you to stay put, relax and watch TV whilst I make dinner, okay? Tonight's all about you."

"What've you got planned?" Tig hugged her closer, kissing Pixie's neck. Pixie realised that as much as Tig wanted to relax, he had to know what she was up to, otherwise his need for control would flare. "I'm gonna cook you dinner, then we can watch a movie or have a bath, depending on what you want, then I'll dance for you like I promised, then we'll go to bed where the real fun will begin." Pixie purred, running her fingers down the V shaped neckline of Tig's shirt.

"Sure we can't have some fun now?" Tig growled, hands snaking under Pixie's top, she caught them and gently tugged them away.

"We need to eat first, or you'll get grumpy, mister." Pixie nuzzled her nose against Tig's and he sighed.

"I hate it when you're right." Tig pretended to huff as Pixie wriggled off of him. "Can I come see what you're making for dinner or is it a surprise?"

"Surprise, handsome, watch TV, that storage wars thing you like should be on." Pixie blew him a kiss before going into the kitchen and shutting the door behind her for good measure. Pixie set to work finding all the ingredients for the bacon mac'n'cheese dish she was making from scratch and the freshly baked rocky road brownies for dessert. Whilst it was cooking, she grabbed Tig a beer and went back into the den, he looked up immediately from where he'd tucked himself up on the plush brown couch with a red cushion hugged to his chest.

"Thanks, baby doll." He smiled as Pixie stroked through his curls.

"Where do you wanna eat, Tiggy? In here or in the kitchen?"

Tig yawned and stretched like a sleepy dog. "Here? There's trays in the kitchen in a box under the island if that helps."

"It does." Pixie nodded watching the way Tig's hands stroked the cushion contently. He was like her in that respect, never quite still, hands always fiddling or moving in some way.

When the food was done, Pixie put the mac 'n' cheese into bowls with the crispy bacon slices on top for decoration, seeing as there were also bacon bits in the sauce and carried Tig's tray in first. His face lit up at the sight of food and then when he saw the bowl he got excited.

"You are way too good for me, darlin'." He grinned. "How'd you know this was my favourite?"

"Bobby told me." Pixie smiled. "I'll be back with my helping of it and the freshly baked rocky road brownies too."

Tig's eyes went wide. "You didn't."

"Oh, I did." Pixie grinned, silently thanking Bobby for giving her the heads up on Tig's all time favourite dessert. She brought the food through with a drink for her and they ate together on the couch watching "Beetlejuice" and laughing and the ridiculousness of it whilst cuddling up together. When neither Pixie nor Tig could eat any more, she tidied the dishes away and came back to take Tig into the bathroom, deciding on showering together to wash away the day and to ease up their muscles. Pixie made Tig stand with his back to her whilst she washed and massaged it, watching as Tig visibly relaxed under her touch and listened to his hums of pleasure.