"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...
After a blissful night of making up for lost time, Sydney and Tig spend the day realizing just how hard time is to come by after being continuously interrupted on their pleasure journey.
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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death, racism/gang activity.
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Tig woke up the next morning with a smile on his face before he even opened his eyes after a peaceful night's sleep - a proper peaceful night's sleep, not the alcohol-induced slumbers that he had reduced himself to over the past week. His heavy lids lifted slowly, squinting in the bright sunlight that poured into the living room where he laid still for a few minutes, soaking up the bliss as Sydney slept soundly against his chest in the tight space. He pressed a kiss to her temple before scooping her up and bringing her upstairs where he tucked her into bed properly.
"Don't go." She whined, her arms circling his shoulders to keep him in place as he tried to straighten up.
"Didn't know you were awake." He chuckled into her hair as he hugged her back, his mind flashing back to the night of Bobby's wedding when he had found himself in practically the exact same predicament, only this time he wasn't going to make the wrong choice.
"I'm not." She murmured with her eyes closed.
"I'm right here, baby." He nodded, sliding under the baby pink coloured silk sheets that, had they been on the bed of any other woman, would've made his skin crawl. He settled next to her, maneuvering her head to rest on his chest while he rubbed his thumb gently over her arm as she slept for the next hour.
"You gonna let me get up now?" He pressed his lips against her neck as he rolled her onto her back once the morning sun was at a more respectable height in the sky.
"No." She smiled sleepily, running her nails lightly across his shoulder blades as he chuckled.
"I'll be back, you don't have to get up." He kissed her on the cheek before finally lifting himself up.
Sydney took a deep, cleansing breath as she wrapped herself up in the blankets that she knew she needed to wash today, smiling in the comfort of the first normal thoughts that had been at the forefront of her mind, in days. She felt her ears perk up at the sound of clanging of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, finally deciding to get herself out of bed before she could oversleep, and destroy the progress she'd made in resetting her internal clock. She lifted her arms above her head as the soles of her feet hit the freshly shampooed carpet, stretching the muscles in her back as she rolled her head from side to side before finally padding into the bathroom where she pulled on a silk robe and headed downstairs to seek out the source of the ruckus, rounding the corner to see Tig; shirtless, and frying up bacon.
