"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...
SAMCRO and the Mayans move forward in a partnership that satisfies Clay's need for control, Tig's need for revenge, and Sydney's need for trust—but it does nothing to satisfy Jax's need for peace.
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"Mornin', sleeping beauty." Tig purred as Sydney began stirring in his grip where he was hugging her tightly, pressing his lips to her cheek as she giggled.
"Mmm," she stretched. "That makes you Prince Charming." She mused with a lazy smile, looking him over playfully as he stood from the bed and pulled on his jeans.
"I'd expect a lot more than Prince Charming after last night." He scoffed. His night had been anything but peaceful. He had been terrified to sleep, worrying that if he did, he would wake up to Sydney cold and dead next to him. So he'd spent most of the night awake, listening to her drunken rambling when she was awake, and making sure that she stayed off of her back while she was asleep.
Sydney shrunk under his knowing gaze, feeling her cheeks getting hot as she hid her face in the blankets.
"Oh, yeah." Tig groaned, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling the blanket away from her. "Your hair was in my face, you were drooling on me, snoring in my ear..." He listed with a shit-eating grin.
"I was not!" She squealed, lunging forward and smacking him on the arm with a playful grin. She was glad that her discomfort only extended as far as embarrassment and nothing more— grateful that they were back to their regular banter about what could have been a very rocky subject.
"You were too!" He pulled her into his lap where he peppered her jaw with kisses, smiling as she squirmed while his moustache tickled her sensitive skin. "Hungover?" He asked once he stopped his assault on her face.
"Not really." She shook her head gratefully.
"Good." He nodded, knowing that her rejuvenated body was likely thanks to the gallons of water that he'd forced down her throat at any possible moment throughout the night. "How's the pain?" He nodded to her leg.
"Okay." She replied meekly, feeling the aching spreading through her body the second that he reminded her.
"Alright." He accepted her answer even though he knew that it wasn't the truth, kissing her temple before setting her back down to the mattress so that he could get up. "I'll be back. Stay here, sleep, watch TV—it's still early. I got some shit I need to take care of for Clay before we head out."
