"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...
Charming residents attempt to turn over a new leaf as Sydney and Tig learn to let go of the bad habits that consumed their relationship the first time, and Clay and Jax try to focus on their families instead of their brothers.
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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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Tig didn't sleep that night. Even after hours between the sheets, making enough love to make up for all of their lost time, he still hadn't been able to accept that he had pulled this off, even as she laid in his arms. His mind wandered to the man that he'd seen her with as the first light of morning began to trickle through the blinds, wondering how much of a problem the long-haired asshole was going to cause now that they were back together. He shook his head, looking down at where she slept soundly against his chest, he wasn't going to allow the negativity to seep in that easily.
Sydney felt herself being coaxed awake from her peaceful slumber by a light tickling by her ear - a light tickling that she almost tricked herself into believing was a dream once she recognized the familiar feeling to be Tig's rough facial hair against her soft skin, pressing herself against his touch to be sure that it was real.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into her ear as he rolled her onto her stomach and hovered over her, pressing his lips to her cheek, then her shoulder, then her back.
"You keep saying that." She smiled with her eyes still closed, feeling his gentle butterfly kisses making their way back up the side of her now heavily bruised neck.
"I mean it." He nodded as he slid his arms under her stomach, rolling her gently onto her back where his lips pressed against her neck before moving to her jaw.
"I know you do, baby." She wove her fingers through his hair as his mouth began descending her body.
"I am going to spend the rest-" His lips wrapped around her hardened nipple, sending a wave of goosebumps breaking out across her chest. "Of my life making up for it." He kissed the other one lightly.
"You know you don't have to do that..." She giggled as he sucked on her diamond belly ring, gasping lightly when his lips continued trailing down her stomach. "But if this is how you wanna do it..." She raised a brow.
After a lazy morning of makeup sex - a direct continuation of the night that they had shared together before she eventually gave in to the first peaceful sleep that she'd had in days, Sydney found herself wrapped tightly in Tig's arms, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. Although she hadn't wanted to acknowledge it over the last week, she'd missed him; how she felt with him, how he felt next to her. She snaked her hand up his chest and to his face, stroking the grown out stubble on his jaw while she kept her face buried in the warmth of his chest.
