SoA: 1 year

SoA: 1 year.

A/ N: Well, I felt like writing:p it's very cheesy though. XD

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Charming at dawn was always quite the view. The sky would take purple/orange lighting and would look like a painter spilled their buckets of paints on a white canvas sometimes. Asma loved waking up at dawn because she would usually make some coffee and stare by the window as the sun would slowly rise and light would invade her dark bedroom. Sometimes she loved to stay in bed and enjoyed a lazy morning sex with Tig if he was with her. He was that morning and as soon as she woke up, Asma rolled on her side. Her dyed pink locks fell on her face as she searched Tig with her hazel eyes. Judging by his blue eyes wide open, he was awake too, which made her smile. The pink haired inker shifted a little on the mattress, so her face would be at his level and instantly, as if it naturally came to him, the biker gently stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her.

« It's been a year... » -She whispered as he gently cupped her neck and pulled her towards him for a morning kiss. Those were the softest he could give when desire wasn't tugging at his loins. He would press his lips against hers, gently brushing them together until she chose to break it, which she did. « It's been a fucking year...we haven't killed each other just yet. »

She chuckled and quietly rolled on him, so she could sit on his lap with her hands on his chest. Tig grunted and moved his hands over the soft skin of her legs to the boxer-clad waist of hers. Her soft hands rubbed his hairy chest, enjoying the sensation of his skin underneath and she slowly rocked on top of him, distracting Alex in the process. A year? It had already been a year since he took Asma to the rib restaurant and for Tig, it felt like yesterday. She felt like he met her yesterday. Her bright smile warmed his heart and he cupped her cheek again as she bent forward and pressed her lips to his. He gently ran his hand under her top, just to feel the warmth of her skin as she was still rocking her hips on top of him.

« I can't really focus right now, not when you're doing that with your hips. » -He warned her. But was met with a giggle from the woman who chuckled softly- « Bella, I'm serious. »

« Since when? » She teased him with before she stopped moving and straightened up. Her hazel orbs stared at his baby blues and silence quietly settled between the two of them. He ran his hand over her arm and took a deep breath. « Are you telling me you can't handle a little bump and grind? »

« I can handle this. » He quickly replied, his hand gently stroking her soft leg. « I can handle all of you. »

« I know you can. » She rolled her head and closed her eyes. « I feel grateful for you. »

« You shouldn't say that. I make you cry. » He pointed out while she grabbed his hand and put it against her face.

Navigating in those troubled waters Asma was had been quite challenging for Alex. She had her own demons to battle, from her alcoholism to the PTSD from Oscar's abuse. The woman had called her sponsor several times this year, especially around the time Jessica went missing. The club wasn't a safe place for Asma to remain sober, not when SAMCRO boys and the KNIGHTS were piss-drunk at night. The temptation was too strong so he commanded her for doing the right thing. He still took note and kept it somewhere at the back of his head. He would always make sure she had somewhere safe to go when the urge to drink became too strong, even if that meant she couldn't have him around for a while. The most difficult to handle definitely was her PTSD. He didn't quite know what to do when she suddenly recoiled at a corner during an argument they had, because he raised his voice too high or he walked towards her. Those were very rare moments, but they existed and for a fleeting second, she did believe he would hurt her. How could he? Tig was crazy, everyone knew that. He was gleefully killing people for the club, or to protect his brothers. He didn't care who was at the other end of his gun or his fists or anything he could get his hands on as long as they were a threat to his people.

But hurting Asma? Even when he was at his angriest, Alex would never do such a thing. But her body remembered and she shook from head to toe and froze on spot most of the time when she simply didn't leave the room. In moments like these, if she was unable to move, Alex would leave the room because the last thing she wanted to see was his face. He would leave the house and smoke outside to calm his nerves. Truth to be told, the man hated when she got scared of him because he wanted to destroy Oscar for hurting his Bella like that. He wanted to break every single bone of his body. Asma furrowed her brows for a minute, allowing silence to settle in the room once again. Yes, Alex made her cry, several times already but he had his reasons to refuse to share the truth about SAMCRO and its activities with Asma. She knew he had seen tons of shit, the death of loved ones, betrayals and even lost his other daughter due to his line of work. She knew he refused to lose Asma like he did Dawn. He knew he didn't want to make her worry even more than she already did. He saw the impact Jess's disappearance had on Asma and how badly she handled her absence. So why would he make her feel this way 24/7? She understood but didn't agree with it, and they clashed and argued about it until she caved in and gave up. He made her cry and yet, here she was, still here with him, right on top of him at this instant.

« Yes you do, but you also make me laugh. » She gently added, a soft smile creeping on her lips. « I sometimes look at you and I don't know what to say. »

« Because you're mad? » He teased her, gently pulling on her arm to make her bend forward. She pecked his lips and shook her head., her hips rocking a little as she resumed her teasing. He grunted and rolled over so she was now on her back and he was on top of her. She spread her legs a little, giving him a better access to her body and wrapped her left arm around his shoulders while her right hand cupped his cheek. Her lips pressed against his, hard turning a soft kiss into a demanding one. He bucked his hips, pressing his bulge against her boxer-clad slit, and elicited a moan from the inker who shook her head.

« No...not because I'm mad. » She said with a soft chuckle before he kissed her neck and had her wrap her other hand around his neck. « Because I think you're handsome and I wonder what kind of Luck I have....I've hit the jackpot, Alex...I have. »

He didn't say anything, instead, Tig bent forward and pressed his lips to Asma. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him further against her frame. He planted a kiss on her neck and leaned against her while making sure he wasn't crushing her body with his weight. He felt he was the one who got lucky. She saw his past life, she knew some of his struggles and saw his scars. It didn't deter her from him, she didn't run away from him. She saw the cracks and the burns and the ashes that his heart stored inside and she didn't leave. She should have, he thought to himself, she should have run away from him, as far as possible so she wouldn't be in danger, and yet she remained there, in his arms, against his hard frame. She kept stroking his face and kept telling him how protected she felt, how safe he made her feel. And he could feel his own heart skip several beats when he heard her voice, and the late night confessions on the comfortable bed they shared. He could feel his heart swell as she claimed her love for him, and he decided she would become his responsibility. He would make her feel safe, he would make her feel loved, he would make sure she knew she had a family with him, that she was family to him. To distract her from the heavyweight that fell upon the two of them after her sentence, Alex gave her a shallow thrust, eliciting a moan from the woman who rolled her eyes and bit her bottom lip.

« 1 year uh? » She nodded and moaned again as he thrust again. Her toes curled as she enjoyed the nice friction between them. « I guess I have you under my skin uh? »

« I think you have me on your skin already. » She chuckled and pressed her lips to his. « You have a very gorgeous tatt I did on you...And... » He lifted a brow.

«And? »

« And soon enough, I will have your name on my skin as well. » He stopped moving and furrowed his brows. « I'm serious Tig. I was planning to surprise you but I decided otherwise. » She said, pecking his lips as he ran his hand into her pink locks. He knew what that meant, for her to have his name on her skin was a huge commitment, one she always said she wasn't ready for. She cupped both his cheeks as he was left speechless and gave him a coy smile. « It's for real Alex...Your name on my skin. » She trailed off and bit her bottom lip harder. «1 year, Alex. 1 year... I fucking love you. »

« I fucking love you too, Bella. 1 Year »

-TBC-