// All the usual disclaimer! Let the man be infatuated! I'm probably butchering him and I'm sorry for this.//
[Hey Bella. We're done with our business. I was just giving you heads up before we hit the road. I'll call you when I'm in town so we can pick up a date for our dinner.]
Tig sent a text, but Asma wasn't near her phone for she was working on a client. He sent another one after a while, unsure about her reading the first one or not. After all, maybe she was working and he was interrupting her or maybe she wasn't and she didn't want to see him. Tig was not certain and he didn't like it. He liked to know where he was going in terms of relationships no matter the nature of them. He liked to think that his brothers at SAMCRO were most of the time honest with him -Even though he knew secrets were a common thing among all members of the crew- He liked to think he trusted them enough to put his life in line to protect them. Aside from the occasional snitch and backstabber, the group was pretty tight. Since Jessica arrived, they were able to clear the ranks of SAMCRO and get rid of the bad apples. In business, family or love, Tig loved to know what things were exactly. Well... he liked to think he did.
With Asma, he was swimming in troubled waters and was unable to predict her next move. She was a broken ladder, someone who knew hell and went through it almost her whole life. Sure, he was used to broken birds and screwed-up. He himself was a broken ladder like Asma would put it. Both were. Both went through shit in their lives, made mistakes, had a lot to make amends for and a lot to fix and yet, he was caught up in this whirlwind that Asma was. He believed he could fly. Her pink haired caught his attention, her smile made his bulge swell-up, but it really was the way she behaved with Jess, their blooming friendship and the bits of her story he caught here and there that achieved to make him infatuated with her. No, wait. It wasn't just that. It was the night they spent together. That « Holy shit we're really fucking each other » kind of night. They went at it until the sun rose up, taking breaks in between and being affectionate towards one another. Tig felt rusty, he hadn't been this intimate with a woman in quite a while, let alone this sweet. It still gave him shivers just thinking about the moment she turned around and gave him a hug.
It was after the second romp. He went to take some water in her fridge for both of them and found her rolled under the sheets and hugging them tightly. He sat on the bed next to her feet and handed her the bottle of water so she could refresh herself. She looked at him and sat on the bed too, the sheets up to her chest. After a quick tug of her hair behind her ear and Asma grabbed the bottle and drank some water. He looked at her in silence, contemplating what he wanted to say and how he wanted to deliver it. It happened so fast that he still was trying to let it sink in. Yes! She was attractive and yes, he had his eyes on her for quite some time now. It was real, it became real and he realized that he wanted more than just sex. At this moment, she became more than a booty call. His primal urge was sated, despite them being insatiable but he didn't want to fuck her just right now. He didn't want to disappear into her wet and welcoming folds or to hear her sultry silky voice. No. He didn't know what he wanted just yet, but he would say something because he noticed she wasn't comfortable around him anymore.
« I would call you back. I'm going out of town with the club tomorrow but I would call you back and see you again. And another day after that. And another one. »
« Why are you telling me this? » She asked, confused with his words. « I thought you had what you wanted. Why would you come back? »
« I like you, that's why. » She blushed and tugged some hair behind her ear. Her body was covered with a thin layer of sweat and she didn't know if she could gather the strength to look at him straight in the eyes.
« What ? » you meant what you said? I thought it was a pick-up line. » She confessed, finally setting her hazel eyes on his blue orbs. Tig laughed and shook his head.
« No. You're not a booty call. I wouldn't have played dirty like that. You're Jess' friend. You're under the protection of the club. You're quite special you know? »
« Because I know the lady of the boss? » Asma sneered and pulled her legs up so her chin could rest on her kneecaps.
« Not just because of that, Bella. » He stepped a little closer, making her move back and hit the bed headrest.
« Bella? That's new and lame! » She said as she chuckled a little bit, feeling less tense. « Mmmhh.. Go ahead. Why would you want to see me again then? »
« You're funny, smart and cute when you're around Jessica. You're genuine and you don't have a hidden agenda. It's refreshing to see. You've changed too, for what I know, hanging out with peeps like me would have been a big no-no for you before. Look at you having sex with a biker. » He was speaking in a joking tone but she knew he was serious. It made her chuckle and she grabbed a pillow she used to hit him with.
« You just want to make me blush. »
« Are you blushing right now? » He asked, grinning at her and making her grin back. »There you go. You're smiling again. You barely smile when you're not around Jessica so I have been wondering where your smiles were hidden. » He grabbed her cheek with his large hand and stroked it with his thumb. Asma chewed at her bottom lip and looked at him with a wet gaze.
« I can't figure you out, Tig. »
« So confusion is making you smile? Gotcha ! »
« Fuck you! I'm serious. I can't figure you out. Why would you be interested in me like you pretend you are? » She wrapped her tiny hand around his wrist.
« Why not? » He retorted, forcing her to groan and scratch a little the skin of his wrist.
« Asshole! You're the one who's supposed to answer me, not ask me another question. Why are you doing this? »
« Doing what? Fucking you? Well, you're beautiful that's why. » He was messing around in order to make her laugh and release some tension. It half-worked since it pissed her off a little bit so she smacked his shoulder. It didn't hurt but he pretended it did. « Ouch violent lady! You hurt me! »
« I'm serious. Why are you doing this? Treating me like I'm a person and not a couple of holes? » She went for the vulgar comparison because she knew he would get her instantly and he did. His large hand held onto her cheek tighter.
« You deserve to be treated like one. I saw the way Elias treated you and I hated it. We weren't close back in the days so I couldn't step in. I ain't like that piece of shit Asma. » he then placed his other hand on her other cheek and looked into her eyes. He was intense, she could feel it in the air. He was almost solemn in the way he spoke which made her shiver.
« I am a recovering alcoholic. I have a limp...how could y-- »
« So what? We all have our demons. I don't know all of yours and you don't know all of mine but I want you. It's not stopping me from wanting you. »
Her eyes grew wide and she looked at him in silence for a solid minute while he still stroked her cheeks before she dropped her arms, allowing the sheets to fall on her waist and gave him a sheepish smile. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he leaned his forehead against hers.
« Fuck you and your big words. » She groaned softly while he chuckled and ran his hands through her pink curly hair.
« Fuck you too....very soon. » She rolled her eyes and held him tighter, this time holding onto Tig as if her life depended on it. « You're beautiful Asma. » She didn't say anything but held him tighter against her
Back to the present, Tig was thinking about that moment. The walls he put around her became a little shorter as she was slowly allowing him to get close to her. She hugged him, let her hands go into his hair and massaged his scalp. Silence settled for a while, allowing both of them to savor the moment and catch up their breath, up until Asma broke the silence with a cute joke about resuming their activities. Her laughter, the ones that came after this moment were the sweetest he'd ever heard and he wanted to hear them again. Unfortunately, she wasn't texting him back. He wouldn't force it on her and rode his bike without a sound. When they stopped at the diner, he already had made up his mind about Asma. She probably didn't want to see him back. He waited too long before he called her. He should have answered her texts when she was still interested. Distracted by his thoughts, he didn't notice that she texted him back. It's only when he saw Jax pick up the phone and call Jessica that he decided to check on his phone. To his surprise, there was a text from Asma.
[Sorry, I was busy at work. Gotcha ! I'll be waiting for that text Tig. Don't fuck up ! ]
She then texted another one which lit a fire in Tig's heart.
[I have missed you. Come back soon.]
And once again, he believed he could fly.
-TBC-
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