Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Morning Sonshine

Pixie woke early, rolling under the covers where Tig lay sleeping soundly on his back, the covers ruffled around his hips. Pixie pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek that made him wrinkle his nose up as he slowly came to.

"S'early." he grunted, throwing an arm over his eyes.

"I know, but I've got a workout session with the boys, which means you're gonna have to wake up too unless you want me to leave you behind."

"Chibs still wanting you to have an escort?"

"Yup. You break to a jail one time..." Pixie joked, making Tig chuckle as she rolled and wrapped his arms and legs around her like a big koala.

"We're gonna have church today, Clay's got gun news." Tig mumbled, still half-asleep.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmhm, Cammy's back in town to reassess the gun deal." Tig yawned.

"Sounds like you probably need to be down there early too, smooth out the details before church."

"Ugh." Tig grunted, pulling the duvet over both their heads. To say Tig was not a morning person was an understatement. Pixie giggled and stroked his sides.

"C'mon big guy, we got places to be."

"Like the bed." Tig growled, burying his face in Pixie's hair.

"No, like the shower." Pixie insisted.

"Nope, not today." Tig grumbled, tightening his grip on Pixie.

"Tiggy!" Pixie giggled, deciding she needed to bring out the big guns, she wriggled her arms free and ran them up and down Tig's sides, finding his ticklish spots and he writhed around chuckling and trying to simultaneously cling onto her and escape her hands. "C'mon, we gotta get up." Pixie squealed as Tig finally admitted defeat and threw back the covers before pinning her under him with her wrists above her head.

"You're in trouble, kitten." Tig growled playfully before he ticked her stomach and kissed Pixie's chest, his bristling goatee hair and stubble ticking her further, causing her to wriggled and squeak under him as she gasped and laughed. He blew a raspberry on her stomach and then rolled her over, pinning her underneath him. He pulled her hair back from her ear, nibbling at the lobe. "You've got five seconds to get to the shower, or I'm gonna get ya'." Tig growled, making Pixie giggle. They'd recently started playing chase around the house or wherever they were. It would start with Tig pulling her to him, kissing and snuggling her, before he'd give her a head start and then chase after Pixie, catching her and if they were home alone, things would quickly become very heated and sexual.

"Uh oh!" Pixie giggled, she loved the game and the thrill of it.

"Five." Tig growled still holding onto Pixie as she squealed under him, trying to get free. He finally let her go and Pixie clambered out of bed and began hopping across the room. "Four." Tig announced as Pixie focused on maintaining her balance. "Three." Tig got out of bed, ready to pounce as Pixie giggled. "Two." Tig said as Pixie reached the doorway and turned to look at him, grinning. "One!" He growled racing across the room as Pixie giggled and tried to make it to the shower, but found herself being swept up into Tig's arms. "Gotcha!"

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After their shower session which left both of them panting and energized, Pixie dressed in her workout gear consisting of a hot pink sports bra, a white 'creepy cute' crop top, pink leggings with skulls and lilac and black trainers.