Meggie "Pixie" Barcroft is the first-ever Daughter of Anarchy. When her small charter in England is taken down by the IRA, twenty-two-year-old Pixie must flee to Charming to escape the IRA's radar and make a new life for herself. Follow her journey...
Pixie woke up to the ringtone of her phone at the same time as Tig, she grabbed it off of the nightstand as Tig sat up and pulled Pixie into his lap, brow furrowed in a silent question of who was ringing Pixie this early in the morning.
"Jackie boy? What's up?" Pixie answered, smiling at Tig as he rolled his eyes and huffed at the fact it was Jax.
"Nothin' much, thought I'd bug ya'. I miss havin' breakfast with you."
"Really?" Pixie giggled. "Well we got cereal over here, though I'm gonna take a wild guess and say Ope told you 'bout the pancakes I made him and the guys yesterday and you want some?"
"Guilty as charged." Jax laughed. "That okay?" "Bring bacon, eggs and mini marshmallows and be here in about an hour." Pixie told him.
"You're the best!" Jax cheered before he hung up.
"What did he want?" Tig huffed.
"Jealous, Tiggy?" Pixie teased, kissing him hard to show she was his. "Jax just wanted to come for breakfast, think he probably wants to talk."
"But I want you all to myself." Tig growled, hands roaming Pixie's body, squeezing her ass for a second before going up to caress her breasts.
"You got me all to yourself last night, handsome." Pixie snuggled against his neck kissing him there.
"I didn't get my dance." Tig suddenly recalled.
"'Coz you were falling asleep." Pixie giggled. "What was I supposed to do, dance for your snoring body?"
"I don't snore." Tig growled.
"Only when you lie on your right side you do, I usually push you onto your back and then you're fine again." Pixie grinned. "That is if I can move, sometimes you grab onto me and hold me against your chest and pin me there."
Tig laughed. "Sorry doll, I'm probably just trying to keep you out of mischief."
"If you still want me to give you a dance, we have time before we need to hop in the shower?" Pixie offered, nuzzling her nose against Tig's.
His face lit up. "Oh hell yeah, baby." Tig smiled.
"You wanna dance with me, or do you want a lap dance?" Pixie asked him, squirming as Tig's hands ran up her sides and over the ticklish points on her skin.
Tig kissed and nibbled at her shoulder. "Lap dance? I love it when you dance like that just for me." He growled.
Pixie felt the butterflies in her stomach rumble to life and she grinned, wriggling off of his lap and putting her prosthetic leg on before she padded over to Tig's wardrobe, hunting for one of his button down shirts, finding his favourite dark blue one and slipped it on. Tig watched her, eyes hungrily following her movements as Pixie sashayed over to his CD stack and hunted for a certain album.
"I knew you'd have this." Pixie giggled pulling out Kiss' 'Smashes, Thrashes & Hits' album and holding it up for Tig before putting the CD in and taking the Guns 'N' Roses one that had been in there previously out. Whilst the CD was loading, Pixie went over to the chair Tig liked to put his clothes on, taking them off and setting it down in the center of the room where there was space. Tig got the hint and sat down, leg bouncing in anticipation as Pixie jumped the tracks searching for one in particular. He smirked when Pixie stopped on 'Let's Put The X In Sex', watching as she strutted over to him and the dance began.
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