Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Contingency Plan

WARNING: First half of this chapter is just smut as requested, like real NSFW smut. 

Following chapter set based off of the episode "Smite" S2 E5

Two days had passed since the Eureka run, and the Sons were enjoying the momentary lull in the drama. It had allowed Tig to get his feet back under him again and only had a slight limp now, though the bruises and cuts to his face were still prominent. Much to Tig's delight, and the entertainment of the other Sons (but Bobby), Pixie had acted on her promise to take a crowbar to Bobby's Fat Boy and killed it once and for all. It had ended up looking like a hunk of unrecognisable wreckage after she was done with it and the wheels weren't hadn't even attached anymore. After that, she'd consoled Bobby by baking him his favourite banana bread and having a sit-down talk with him. Tig's bike was salvaged and assessed by the mechanics who found that by some miracle, it hadn't taken as much damage as initially feared. After express ordering parts, it had been back up and running again in no time, which made Tig a very happy Son and had spent the afternoon polishing it and giving the poor bike some much needed TLC. Since Pixie had been home, she'd been pretty much glued to Tig; fetching and carrying, trying to do everything for him and making sure he felt very well taken care of. As much as Tig didn't like not being in control, he also knew he needed the help, and this was Pixie's way of showing her love and dispelling the worry she'd had about him during the run. They'd gotten their crow tattoos done too, by Happy of course, and it just seemed to strengthen the bond between them now that they had a physical reminder of each other's dedication, commitment and love.

The club had also been shaken to hear about what Charlie and Gemma had been up to whilst they'd been in Eureka. They were very grateful for the confirmation that Weston indeed had the tattoo on his throat, but they were stuck on how to approach the situation without Zobelle using the law against them as he had done with the War Boys. Especially now the situation was complicated by the knowledge that Weston had kids, young ones from the sounds of it. Lyla relayed her information about the foster parents and ways they could get the boys to safety if they got their hands on the right kind of forms. Juice agreed to investigate finding them through his various snitches and the club decided to focus on internal healing after the tumultuous forty-eight hours in Eureka. Impeccable Smokes had had its opening party and today was its first official day of business, though the Sons knew Zobelle and Weston had been very busy unofficially.

Tig had been awake for a while, just watching the sun come up through the blinds in the clubhouse dorm and admiring Pixie's sleeping form as he thought through things on his mind. Eureka had seemed to have been much more pivotal for the club than originally anticipated, driving a wedge between Clay and Jax, with Pixie firmly planted on Jax's side. Clay had been talking to Bobby more over the weekend and Tig felt pushed out. He wasn't sure when exactly, but somewhere along the line, Clay stopped letting him into his inner circle and for the first time in almost twenty years, Tig couldn't accurately say that he was Clay's right-hand man, and that thought worried him immensely. He looked down at his fresh tattoo of Pixie's crow with the single red rose in its beak, done right over his heart like a badge of honour. It made him smile and feel less like he was stumbling in the dark, and more like he had a little beacon of hope shining and lighting up some of the way for him, but ultimately it was up to Tig which direction he walked in.

All the brooding was making his head hurt and his palms clammy, so he got up, pulled on a pair of boxers and went to the bar-room, getting a glass of water and adding half a dozen ice cubes to it. He had expected Pixie to stir when he left the room, but she was still firmly curled up in a little ball on her side, with the brown blanket almost covering her entirely, save for the very top of her head. Tig crawled back under the covers and relished in seeing the expanse of Pixie's bare back, like a plane of smooth caramel silk, though there were a few love bites littered across it like a constellation, as well as a few fading bruises from either Pixie struggling down the embankment that Tig had been flung over by Bobby's bike, or from being pressed against the metal bars on the back of the flatbed truck as Piney had blasted through the wall to save Tig. Either way, those bruises bothered Tig, as well as the purpling one on the left side of Pixie's rib cage that he could see. Pixie's chest and stomach were covered in them from the sparring sessions, and rationally, Tig knew they had been friendly matches and that Pixie could very much hold her own. That much was evident from the bruising on both Happy and Jax that Tig had seen, as both of them seemed to have a distaste for shirts, but it didn't stop the protective side of Tig from wanting to either wrap Pixie up in soft blankets to stop her from ever being hurt again, or wanting to have a match of his own with Jax and Happy for hurting her. To calm that side of him, Tig instead focused on the new tattoo on the side of Pixie's left bicep and shoulder, his crow. Its head was turned towards Pixie protectively, watching out for her, and hopefully keeping her safe as it stood on the hilt of the dagger spearing the heart. Happy had also studied Tig's dagger tattoo from the marines and had replicated it as best he could so that the crow was that much more personal to Pixie and Tig, as well as adding "A.T" in a classic tattoo font to the blade of the knife, and some classic tattoo style flowers around it to tie in with Pixie's floral theme she had going on. Since Pixie's weapon of choice was her trusty daggers and she had a penchant for blades, she had fallen in love with that aspect of the design too. She'd also helped choose the cursive font spelling out "M.B.T" for "Meggie Barcroft" and the "T" standing for both "Telford" and "Trager" as Pixie wanted all parts of her identity represented along with her past, present, and future.