Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Patch Over: Chapter 7

Pixie finished sewing up Tig's wound and properly disinfecting it as best she could, making a mental note to insist he get a tetanus shot as soon as he got back to Charming. She helped him up and they cleared away the medical debris together once he'd got his jeans back up. Then Tig gently lifted Pixie onto the worktop so they were almost the same height and he stepped in between her legs, put his hands on her waist and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you for looking after me, baby girl." He crooned softly, putting his forehead against hers.

"Anytime, handsome." Pixie replied, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck before tilting her head and kissing Tig properly. She gently bit his lower lip and Tig growled, deepening the kiss. He slid his left hand under Pixie's kutte and black t-shirt, stroking the skin on her hip with his calloused fingers and Pixie felt electricity course through the skin there and the butterflies that seemed to be taking up a permanent residency in her stomach flicker to life. She wound her fingers through Tig's curls and he reciprocated by using his right hand to tangle in her hair. Pixie darted her tongue out and swiped it along Tig's lip, he pulled her closer and danced his tongue with hers. Pixie took in his calming scent of spice and pine and motor oil and she smiled into the kiss. Tig's mind was on a similar path, Pixie's strawberries and vanilla scent was probably the most delicious thing he'd smelt in ages and he loved how Pixie was meeting him at every step during the kiss and her gentle nibbles on his lip were sending him wild. He thought about how this had to be the best kiss he'd had in a long while, and if he didn't stop then things would definitely be progressing a lot sooner than he planned, but goddamn it was difficult to stop. He eventually plucked up enough willpower to pull back and rested his head against Pixie's, both of them breathing heavily.

"Where did you come from?" Tig murmured breathlessly, grinning.

"Highton." Pixie whispered back, jokingly. Tig chuckled and tickled her for a second before lacing his hands with hers.

"I meant it metaphorically." Tig kissed her nose.

Pixie sighed and looked up into his ice blue eyes, both of their pupils were blown wide. "Where do you see this going, Tiggy? Because you're the first person I've felt this way about, properly. I really, really like you, Alexander Trager." Pixie said seriously, stroking the side of his face.

Tig felt his heart bloom. "Where do I see this going? As far as we both agree to take it. I want to be with you, and I want this to be an equal decision, and that's saying something for me, I usually just dive head first and take full control, but you're different, special and I really, really like you too, Meggie."

Pixie smiled. "You confused by my last names? I think I'm just Telford now. I may as well embrace this new chapter of my life considering a part of me died that day with my charter." Pixie swallowed a lump in her throat and Tig gently stroked her hands, trying to ease the pain.

"You rose from the ashes like a phoenix." He smiled. "Or like an avenging angel."

"I like that image, that's comforting." Pixie kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around him for a hug, tucking her face into the crook of his neck. Tig's heart melted and he held her tightly to him, glad he could help her. "I want to be with you." It came out as a whisper and Tig almost didn't hear it.

Tig pulled back a little way, so he could see Pixie's face properly. "I want that too."

"Yeah?" Pixie smiled.

"Yeah," Tig kissed her on the forehead, then got a silly idea. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." He said kissing her all over her face between each 'yes' so Pixie giggled and squealed. Tig hand to stop because he was laughing too much at the noise she made. "What did I do to deserve you? What god did I accidentally pray to or what good deed did I do that meant you came into my life?"