(obviously can't be writing the full dinner in just one post, so you're going to have bits and pieces of it. Let's kick it with the sweet moment they share before he drives her to the place and when they get there.) Ah. I'm struggling with these cute scenes lol especially with these two. But I decided I wouldn't quit until I have kickstarted this romantic evening (life-changing for both I presume)
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Alex « Tig » Trager was a man who wasn't easy to impress. He'd seen it all, the good, the bad and the ugly. He'd seen it all and believed that he could handle taking Asma out for a dinner. What as a simple thing that was, a dinner. He wanted to be proper, to take her on an official date and let her know he was actually trying to woo her. Sure, they had sex, they had great fantastic sex that lasted in his mind and made him anticipate his return to Charming. They had a chemistry, he couldn't deny it. The way her skin felt against his, her kisses and the softness of her curly hair against his digits.. he had it all in mind. Yet, there was something deeper than the attractive surface of a booty-call. Asma wasn't a booty call. He could have hundreds if without breaking a sweat given how eager the Crow eaters were to fuck some SAMCRO dick. He would just have to wait and someone would have thrown themselves at his feet. He wasn't the most handsome guy of the group but damn if he wasn't intense.
The same intense blue gaze stared at Asma as she opened the front door and appeared in the glorious red dress of hers. It was hugging her curves in all the right way and made Tig swallow a lump. Her hair looked pretty as well, even softer than he remembered they looked like and her neck would have been the death of him if he hadn't had any restraint. He knew better and held back a whistle of satisfaction to the sight before him. However, when Tig tried to say a word, nothing came out. He was nervous and it made him furrow his brow. Asma furrowed hers and started to check her face and dress to see if something was wrong about her, but he shook his head. Behind the window, Jessica was watching as the two lovebirds finally met but hadn't said a damn word yet! She grinned at the sight of them looking embarrassed but prayed it wouldn't last too long. It was out of character for both of them so she grabbed her phone and bit it, wishing for something to happen, some word to be said. Tig remembered the flowers and outstretched his hand to offer them to Asma who smiled at him. Jess sighed in relief as she felt a crisis was averted and leaned her forehead against the window to have a better view of the two of them.
« How did you..-- » Jess had helped Tig ALL day long to pick up the right bouquet for Asma. Sunflowers were her favorites, along with roses, but he picked the one that reminded him of spring, the way Asma did « Nevermind... Thank you, Tig for the bouquet. »
« It doesn't do you justice.... » He quickly said, maybe too quick to hide his eagerness. She looked up to his face and chuckled. « You look great tonight. »
« You're not bad either. » She said, allowing her hand to hold onto his, a little longer.
Tig was mesmerized by her sight, he knew she was not really comfortable due to her going on a date in the first time after so many years, but he knew she would soon tell him to fucks off like only she could do. It was his job to make her feel comfortable tonight, so he grabbed his leather jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders because the night was fresh. Truth to be told, Tig himself was feeling very nervous, was it the right way to do things? He knew Jessica was watching from the window, she told him she would and if he needed some help, he could look at her past the window. So he did. She gave him two thumbs up and moved her hand to tell him to move along and take Asma away. She then pointed at her phone to tell him she would be texting him if he needed help -same promise she made Asma. That would be fun- and she then went back to her chair and her cherries.
« Well... I think we can go now. » She didn't protest and instead followed him to his bike. It had been a while since she rode, the AA meetings had been very intense and confessing about her ex-fiancé had been the hardest for Asma who had to explain why she started to drink and how until recently, saying his name was enough to make her want to drink. It took a lot of efforts for her to keep the secret she shared with Jessica about Oscar trapped inside her mind and not raise suspicion from her support group, but they were dense, they believed her lies -which were half-truths- and she could move on. That added to the fact it was her first date made Asma feel like a wrecking ball knocked her down. So Tig held her tighter by the shoulder and whispered in her ear.
« I think you haven't touched a bike for a while, have you? » She shook her head and allowed her hand to traces the elements of the bike. « What about, you get us to the restaurant? I'll let you drive. »
« You would? » He nodded and sat on the second seat behind the drivers. « Oh my god. that's fucking great but. Are you sure? It's your baby after all. » She said, touching the bike like those wine connoisseurs. He enjoyed that side of her too, good enough with mechanics to know how a bike worked, good enough with bikes to drive them and race with other bikers while being gorgeous.
« Sit down already. » He said, rolling his eyes to pretend he was annoyed by her not jumping on the occasion. Asma grinned at him and sat on the bike, her hands holding the handles lovingly before she felt his hands wrap over hers. He bent forward, pressing himself a little bit more against her and sending shivers down her spine. She bit her bottom lip, making sure not to let a moan escape from her plump red lips before he said his piece. «it's a crime you didn't ride a bike when I was away, look at how nervous it makes you feel... »
« I-I-I need some practice. » She suggested, involuntarily speaking with a seductive tone. OF COURSE, he was flirting! Of COURSE, it was a sexual innuendo and a reminder of how much he actually desired her, all the while without going all the way in. As he removed his larger hands from hers, Tig then wrapped his stronger arms around her slender waist and put his helmet on her head.
« What about you? » She asked, glancing behind her back.
« I trust you with my life. »
Smooth, it was smooth. It made Asma giggle and she then put her helmet correctly before she started the engine. A lot of her nervously just dropped thanks to him and his little trick. She drove them safely to the ribs house, where from afar already, you could smell the delicious scent of smoked meat.
(TBC)
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