Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Morning Trouble

WARNING: Major smut in the first half of chapter.

Pixie rolled over in her sleep and quickly regretted it as a sharp aching pain emanated through her shoulder, sharp enough that it woke her and a squeak of agony emanated from her lips. There was a grunt next to her and Tig suddenly rolled over to face her and half-sat up, hands fluttering like he was trying to work out how to help, but also didn't want to make it worse. Pixie moved back onto her back to ease the pressure on her right shoulder and the pain subsided.

"You okay baby? What happened? Are you hurtin'?" Tig urged, one hand finally resting on her cheek and used the other to prop himself up better as he became more awake.

"I'm okay, Tiggy, don't worry, I just shifted wrong I think." Pixie reached up with her left hand to soothe him by stroking his shoulder.

"Have you pulled the stitches? Want me to call Chibs?" Tig continued almost as if Pixie hadn't spoken.

"Tiggy." Pixie said sharply, making him look at her instead of panicking. "Breathe, I'm okay." She soothed. Tig nodded slowly and settled back down so he was laying on his side. "It's alright, love." Pixie cooed gently, moving her hand from his shoulder to his cheek so she could stroke the stubble there affectionately.

"I hate seeing or hearing you in pain, it makes me feel all...tense and-"

"Agitated?" Pixie supplied helpfully, Tig was not good with words at the best of times, and trying to make coherent sentences first thing in the morning wasn't always easy.

"Yeah, that." Tig smiled. "It's like I wanna take your pain away, but I can't, so I feel out of control and helpless. Last night made me feel like that too, seeing you hurt and hearing what happened just made me scared, doll. You mean so much to me, and I can't lose you now that I have you in my life."

Pixie smiled up at him. "I'm not going anywhere, Tiggy. I'm right here, okay? You mean everything to me too, and I will always find my way back to you. You're a sweet softie, and for the record, you do take my pain away by helping me relax and recover. I felt the exact same way when you got bit in the ass, as funny as it was, it was also pretty scary because you were in bad amounts of pain and I couldn't take that away."

"It was not funny, brat." Tig teased, pretending to get mad and moving so he could pull Pixie's t-shirt up to tickle her stomach and nibble her earlobe so she squirmed and giggled.

"Was too." She grinned up at him, as Tig moved to nuzzle his nose against hers, his unique little sign of affection. "Admit it, if it had been Juice that got bit in the ass, you would've laughed so hard."

"Yeah, but that's coz I like seeing other people fuck up that aren't me."

"Why? Coz' your ego can't take you fuckin' up?" Pixie teased, making Tig laugh.

"Excuse me, I don't have an ego, cheeky." He retorted. "Don't think that just coz' you got hurt I'm gonna let you get away with that." He shuffled down again and blew a raspberry on Pixie's stomach making her squirm and laugh-snort. Tig laughed at her reaction and began to kiss all over Pixie's stomach and chest, stroking over her reaper and the tally marks on either side of her ribcage, then pushing the baggy t-shirt that she'd worn to bed up further, revealing her breasts and her tattoo of the three daisies over her heart. He kissed over them too, before moving back down to capture Pixie's right nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it in the way he knew Pixie loved. Pixie let out a breathy moan and weaved her hands in Tig's dark curls encouragingly as he put his hand over her left breast and tweaked the nipple there too, brushing his calloused fingertip over the sensitive bud whilst he massaged the rest of it, loving how Pixie's pert breast fit perfectly in his big hands.