"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 nightmare doesn't always disappear when you wake up - a lesson that Tig thought that he'd learned years ago, but as the slumbered memory of his past begins to bleed into the lively reality of his future, he realizes that he is going to have to try harder to bury the truth.
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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, mentions of drug use/overdose, violence/death, racism/gang activity.
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"Tiggy, get up." Tig chuckled at the sound of Sydney's whining, not opening his eyes or making any effort to move. "We have to get back." She urged, peering at the clock on the nightstand which displayed 11:03 A.M..
Tig smiled again as Sydney poked him in the side when he didn't move, pretending to be asleep. He had paid for late checkout during his hiatus only a few hours earlier, knowing that he would be tired and wanting to take his time after the emotionally trying night.
"You're a bad actor, now come on." She laughed before jabbing her fist into his side once again.
"Come on, baby." He groaned, turning onto his side where he swiftly pulled her across his hips. "You really in a hurry to get back to all that moving?" He asked with a lazy grin.
Sydney melted when she heard that raspy, sleepy voice in conjunction with his big, rough hands on her - the excitement dipping down between her legs where his morning erection rubbed against her where she was completely exposed, his boxers being the only barrier between them. She smiled and shook her head, her eyes squinting mock-scoldingly once she realized that his plan had been to duck out of the hard labour that everybody else would be subject to today as they took over the new warehouse.
"So I was just your scapegoat, all alon-" She was cut off by him rushing to his feet and taking off towards the bathroom with her in his arms, giggling until he set her down on the counter. She whimpered when he pulled away, the cold air hitting her body which was only clothed in the unbuttoned shirt of his. "What are ya doin'?" Her forehead creased as he walked over to the bathtub.
"I saw you eyein' this shit up last night." He groaned as he yanked on the faucet where a steady stream of hot water came crashing down into the giant tub.
Sydney smiled, her grin widening as he walked back over to her and smoothed his hands up her bare thighs, slipping them under the shirt to grip her waist as he descended his lips onto hers. She moaned into his mouth, the sensations being heightened by her sensitive body, the unsatisfied anticipation from the day before, and the relief of normalcy after the night's events that she could see he was actively dancing around, but if this was how he planned on distracting her, she didn't mind.
