Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Presidential Intervention

WARNING: Implied smut at start of chapter.

Pixie watched the sunrise through the white wooden blinds on the bedroom window she was facing. Tig was curled around her, occasionally nuzzling her neck in his sleep, his grip around her middle tight and secure. Pixie let him sleep for a while longer, they'd both been up most of the night, after coming home from Jax's house. They'd talked until both of them had drifted off into a light sleep, Pixie's had been plagued by nightmares almost immediately. Mixtures of Opie getting killed and Highton had caused her to cry out in her sleep, crying and twisting around in the covers until Tig had woken her up, cradling her and kissing the nightmares away. Then they'd laid together whilst he'd whispered sweet nothings to her until Pixie's nerves had calmed enough for her to drift back to sleep. It hadn't been a peaceful or restful one though, and Pixie felt like she hadn't slept at all. She stretched her stiff joints, causing Tig to stir behind her.

"Baby?" He said, his voice slurred by sleep.

"I'm okay, Tiggy, just stretching. Sleep for a little longer." Pixie soothed, stroking his arm that was around her torso.

"I'm up, I'm up." Tig yawned, stretching too before rubbing his face. He reversed a little way on the bed and turned Pixie so she was laying on her back. He bent down and kissed her. "You sleep okay?"

"No, you?"

"Nope, feel like I've got a hangover and I didn't even get to have any fun beforehand." Tig grumbled.

"Aw." Pixie crooned, stroking his face and gently tugging him down for another kiss, wrapping her leg over his hip. "You need paracetamol? Last night was definitely not fun."

"With breakfast yeah." Tig nodded, his hands roamed Pixie's skin, feeling her bare torso and the curve of her ass. He stooped his head so he could kiss across her chest. "There were so many points that I could have lost you, baby."

"I know, I was just trying to look out for everyone, I'm sorry." Pixie murmured, running her hand through his hair and down his back, she loved when they cuddled like this, just taking comfort in each other's bodies, soothing and calming each other. "I felt horrible leaving you in the bathroom, but if I hadn't, you'd have been at risk."

"I had to sit there for half an hour. Saw the times on the digital clock on my nightstand. Did you know we have three hundred white bathroom floor tiles?" Tig growled, kissing her neck and gently biting her shoulder to show his exasperation. He wasn't really mad, just venting the last of his frustrations out, and Pixie sensed this.

Pixie squirmed. "Sorry." She kissed him. "I wish things had played out differently, that Unser had actually done his job and turned up on time. Things would be so much easier, but they aren't."

"I know, babe." Tig kissed her neck.

"I want to make it up to you, Tiggy." Pixie crooned, stroking his hair.

"Oh yeah, how?" Tig gently bit her chest and then kissed her there.

"I'll show you, if you're interested?" Pixie smiled. Tig caught the mischievous glint in her eyes and his eyebrow raised.

"Should I be worried?" Tig crooned, biting the shell of Pixie's ear, making the butterflies in her stomach take hold.

"Nope, just lay back and relax." Pixie kissed him before pushing his shoulders until he rolled back onto the bed. From there, Pixie began wriggling down his body before giving him a wink and pulling the duvet over her head. Tig lay there confused for a second before he felt Pixie rake her nails gently across his thighs and lick a stripe up his member making him moan. Tig settled against the pillows, hands fisting the duvet as Pixie set to work. As Tig's eyes rolled back, he thought that if this was what he got for putting up with Pixie's antics, he definitely considered it a fair trade.