SoA: Protector (Tig and Asma)

A/N: Very self-indulging but also at the same time, I kinda like these two so I'll write a little bit about a trail of thoughts that led Asma to think about him and the good he brought into her life. Sure, they are at the beginning of everything but he left a solid impact on her.   

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Asma shrugged and rolled on her belly. She had her phone in her hand and was looking aimlessly at the list of numbers she had on her phone. She moved her fingers to go up and down her list and then stopped at Tig's name. Here it was, thrown in the middle of the list of names of the good people of Charming. It made her heart skip a beat and she put the phone back onto the mattress so she wouldn't have to look at the screen with his name. Why was she like this? Why was her heart beating so fast when she simply saw his name? Why was it skipping a beat whenever she heard his voice or felt his fingers on her skin? It should have been obvious, it should have been since it was when Elias was in her life. She had a crush on Elias and maybe she was having a crush on Tig? Why not?

He was a criminal. There was no other way of saying it. He was a member of the SONS and he was involved in so much shit, according to Jess, that if we were to read his rap sheet, we would still be there for a good two days non-stop. It was scary! He had killed and even more. He dealt with shit Asma didn't want to know about because it wasn't her life. Whether she wanted it or not, it wasn't her life. She was a good girl who tried to avoid criminality at all cost. When her brother Cody became a thug, she did her best to distance herself from him because she couldn't condone his lifestyle and his poor decision-making skills. She couldn't condone his unlawful activities and watch him self-destruct as time went by.

So what? He was a criminal and so what? After meeting Jessica Darling and Jax Teller, she changed her mind about gangs. Her world was shattered and nuanced. People were different from the stereotypes she had in mind. They weren't just greedy animals looking for cheap thrills or domination. They weren't just trying to hurt others for the sake of doing it. Suddenly, Asma realized that they were human beings just like her with dreams and hopes and broken hearts. They were trying to make a living and have a decent life. Sure, they turned to a life of crimes but not all of them were unhinged individuals and dangerous people. Not all of them were monsters and they certainly weren't a monolith. It shook her to the core and slowly but surely she became very close to Jessica to the point of the two of them becoming best friends. A good girl and an old lady. A good girl and a ruthless warrior. A tattoo artist and a hit woman. It was an uncanny duo but it was one whose existence was deeply rooted in trust and care and love. Genuine love.

With Jessica, she found a promise. An open door to a new life and an uncanny support. Elias happened and ruined the wreckage Asma already was. He broke the shattered heart of the woman to the point of her not wanting to play the game of love anymore.Then she had to try and stay sober and for a year it nearly worked but Oscar barged into her life and had her relapse. By the time it happened, Asma had found a family in the Sons. She had found a safe space and protectors. When Oscar tried to intimidate Asma, Jessica had her back and she killed him unceremonially in her own kitchen. Then Jessica cleaned the mess and gave her the box with Oscar's belongings so she could symbolically say goodbye to him and move on. She had found a family in the Sons and Jessica when she was trying to sober up. They would take her to races, they would have her ink some more members of the gang and they would make sure she was never alone. It didn't matter if it was Lyla or juice or even Tig who looked after her, Asma never was alone.

Alex "Tig" Trager. Asma pulled her phone back to her face so she could read his name again. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. He looked so rough on the edges, hardened as if he was wearing an armor. For a stranger's eye, Tig was intimidating. This brash and burly kutte-wearing biker had seen it all but that stranger would have been wrong. Tig was a man who was dedicated to his family and friends. He wasn't perfect but he tried as hard as he could to maintain good relationships with people he cared about. Asma shut down her eyes as she remembered the night she spent with him before he went with the Sons and the Knights do God knew what. She remembered his calloused fingers he ran over her soft skin, She remembered his that felt as if they were trying to heal her pain. Asma rolled on her back and looked at the ceiling. Truth be told, she was missing Tig.

He was quite a man after all. He brought her something new. Comfort might have been the word for it. Protection could work as well. The night they spent together was beautiful. He made her feel as if she was the only woman in the world and put her in a trance until the next morning. Asma bit at her bottom lip as she remembered the words he whispered in her ears, his sexy grunts and groans, the warmth of his body smacking against hers. He felt good inside of her, stretching her tight little cunt with his big fat cock and making her choke on her words. He felt even better after when he decided to stay with her overnight and talk to her. It came naturally for the two of them t start talking to one another and get to know each other. He wanted to know her better and he wanted her to know him as well. He never tried to hide who he really was from her, without getting into details because she asked him not to. So she learned. She heard about his chaotic life, about his kids, about how she made him feel. 

Tonight was wonderful, for both of them. Her warmth engulfed his whole being and soothed Tig. This time felt different He wasn't fucking her like he would any other woman. He did make love to her and both felt it. Her eyes shifted from left to right as she stared at the ceiling, her arms on her chest and sighed deeply at their own thought. Yes! they made love that night. Was it because he wanted to protect her? After all, he heard what happened to her by the time they had sex with one another. He heard Jess talk one day she was frustrated about Asma second attempt at running away from Charming because of her ex and spilled some beans to the guys who were around. Chibs, Opie, Tig, and Bobby. 

Tig remained silent when he heard but he didn't forget and the rest of the group promised to help if Jess asked for it. Tig already hated the asshole for making this sweet girl scared of being alive. He refused to forgive him when he learned that he actually abused the young woman, to the point that he realized she didn't have a very healthy way to have sex. So he took it upon himself to make that night the best she ever had. He made her experience sex like never before and made sure that she felt pleasure all along and went at her own pace. He didn't leave her sides when they were done and exhausted because he wanted her to feel desired and important on top of truly wanting to know her better. They talked at the dead of the night up to dawn and when she felt rested enough and relaxed, she told him that he could go if he wanted to. Tig said that if the club needed him then he would go but until then he would stay by her sides. 

And he stayed for a couple of hours, just holding her in his arms. 

Asma realized that he gave her something Elias didn't. He stayed with her and treated her like a goddamn person rather than just a sex-doll. He didn't just take from her but also gave Asma what she needed to have. That was why she was missing him right now and this was a feeling she didn't know how to handle yet. Asma closed her eyes and bit at her bottom lip. What did she truly want? Why couldn't she fall asleep? She was already trying to imagine what could happen to Tig. He could die, he could find another woman to bed. He could give his attention elsewhere or maybe worse, forget about her. He hadn't texted her since he left Charming and Asma was starting to believe that he would never. Yet, maybe he was thinking about her but didn't know how to address her. Maybe he didn't want to push her over so she had to text him first. Gathering her courage, the young woman finally typed a message out. She sent, half-hoping he wouldn't read it and half-hoping he would actually text her back.

#I miss you. Come back in one piece.#