One-shots for our favorite SAA. These were originally in different collections, but I've put them together for the Tig lovers lol.
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Chibs yelled as the wrench that Tig had been using just moments ago landed on his foot.
"Jaysus Christ, watch what yer doin'!"
Tig rolled his eyes in annoyance at his friend. "You got steel-toe boots on. Stop bein' a pussy."
Chibs looked up at the ceiling for a moment as if praying for patience before turning back to Tig. "Aye, or ye could just tell me wha' has ye preoccupied and get it over with."
Tig sighed and shook his head as he leaned against the car he'd been working on. "It's Loren, man. She's got me all twisted up."
Chibs sighed as he looked at his friend. One night, after drinking together, Tig had made the drunken confession to Chibs that he had slept with Bobby's niece, Loren. Of course, he hadn't known at the time that she was his niece, but that was neither here nor there. Tig had been trying to get her attention ever since she rolled into town, but she was avoiding him at all costs. Now, Chibs was no idiot, and he had seen the looks the two gave each other when they thought the other wasn't looking, so he knew that Loren was just as interested in Tig, but for whatever reason, she refused to admit it.
"Bobby's on a run. Why don't ye go confront her? At least then ye'll know where ye stand and ye'll stop throwin' shite around the garage."
Tig stared at the floor for a minute before nodding to himself and striding across the garage. "You're right. I'm out."
Tig pulled up in front of Bobby's house and cut his engine before getting off of his bike. He knew that Chibs was right. He couldn't go on like he was and even if she wasn't interested in more than what they had, he'd at least know where he stood with her. He stepped up on the porch and pounded on the door, waiting a few minutes before he did it again. He muttered under his breath as he yelled at the front door.
"I know you're here, Loren! I'm not leaving until you open this door and talk to me!"
He heard the lock disengage before the door opened enough for her to look out. He grinned and shook his head as she bit her lip, looking nervous. "What do you want?"
Tig stepped closer and put a hand on the doorknob, pushing on the door as she pushed back. "I want to come in and talk. Let go of the door, sweetheart."
Loren sighed as she stepped back, allowing him to enter the living room. "You couldn't talk from outside?"
Tig shook his head as he shut and locked the door behind himself. "Nope. We need to clear the air between us, Loren. This silence thing is killing me."
Loren backed up as he came closer to her, feeling the back of the recliner hit her. "I don't know what you're talking about, Tig."
Tig smirked and tilted his head as he took a step closer, bringing himself directly in front of her. "You don't? Why have you been avoiding me?"
Loren sighed as brought a hand up to cradle his face. "You seem like a decent guy, Tig, really, but I don't do relationships. I've never been good at it and I just avoid them now. Besides, I don't know how long I'm here for."
Tig nodded as he lowered his head, bypassing her lips to kiss her on the neck, earning himself a moan from the woman in front of him. He smirked as he did it again, letting his tongue touch her warm skin. "I know you feel this between us, doll, but for some reason, you're scared. Would it be so bad to stay here, be mine?"
Loren shook her head as he bit down gently on her neck. "No, I don't know... can you stop? I can't think straight when you touch me."
Tig chuckled against her skin and her knees almost gave out. "No, I can't stop. That's part of the problem, baby. Do you really want me to?"
Loren groaned as she pushed back on his shoulders. "Yes! You want to discuss this or not?"
Tig sighed as he stepped back and held his hands up. "Ok, you're right. Putting my hormones away for the moment." He leaned against the wall and looked at her. "Give me your reasons for not staying."
Loren scoffed and ran a hand through her hair. "You could get shot and killed. You could decide that you don't want me. You could cheat. You could walk away, and Tig, in my experience, all men eventually walk away."
Tig nodded. "You're right again. Those are all true, but they go for you too. I mean, you could walk outside and get hit by a bus. You could decide that you don't want me." He shook his head. "There are no guarantees, babe. Life is messy, but I can tell you this. I never lie, so if I tell you that I want you to be mine, that's what I mean." He shrugged before grinning. "It's not like I'm asking you to marry me today, Loren. I just think we could have something pretty great and you're just throwing it away because of what could happen."
Loren looked down at the floor in thought for a moment before looking back at him shyly. "You want me to be yours?"
Tig grinned and nodded, reaching out to pull her to him. "Yeah, I do. I have since that night at the bar."
Loren sighed as she ran a hand through his black curls. "Uncle Bobby won't like it."
Tig snickered and nodded as he suddenly picked her up and carried her down the hall to the guest bedroom. "Well, sweetheart, Uncle Bobby is just gonna have to get the fuck over it."
