(SoA) Longing

(SoA) Longing

There's never worse than being in the dark. I've already voiced my concern about the whereabouts of my family. How is Jax going to survive? What is Alex doing? would he come back to me? Where is Jessica and why hasn't she answered my calls and texts? Nobody is here to answer me, Opie, Brad, I don't know where they are. The girls? The girls can't tell me shit because they know shit. All I have is tv and the terrifying news of people going missing, people dying, cars burning and mayhem tearing cities apart. All I hear is about violence and death...you'd say it's not really comforting and you'd be right. it's not.

I knew what I signed for, Alex reminded me a few days ago. I knew there would be nights where I would dread the next day because I could find out they died when I was asleep. I knew there would be days where I would be crying because I didn't know where my beloved is. I'm suffocating, my guts are churning, my blood is boiling because I don't know. I never know. Papa said I shouldn't have mingled with criminals, and I think that in his wisdom, he knew there would be horrible nights, painful nights ahead where my head would be spinning, and my heart would be breaking. He knew I would be scared because I'm this close to losing the love I so hardly earned. the happiness I so hardly fought for. The life I built. and I don't know... I never know....shit!

(SoA) : Don't leave me.

(SoA) : Don't leave me.

A/N : Because it's been a while.:)

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Asma heard the noise of keys at her front door and left the couch she was sitting at to quickly open the door. Ever since Jax went to Prison, she had no idea of what the SAMCRO boys were doing. Let's not even talk about the Knights or even the Pretty Piston. She was left int he dark, but her guts were telling her that something was off. It didn't take long for the inker to put pieces together and realize that something went wrong. Jessica was MIA for weeks, she didn't reply to her text and the worst that could have been was that Jax had to go to Med Bay in order to save his life. They weren't fully informed of what happened there, but it transpired that he had been into a very bad fight and was sent to isolation. Upon seeing her fiancé, the woman dropped the mug she was holding, onto the floor.

"Bella!"  -He anticipated her reaction. She would have been happy to see him but she would have been upset too and he was right, she was upset.-

"Alex! Alex......" She couldn't believe her ears but it was his voice. The smile she had on her lips quickly faded away and the inker furrowed her brows. "Where the fuck have you been?" Tig tried to shift her mood and opened his arms to welcome her, but she pushed him away. 

"Bella! I've just come home!" -He pointed out, but she shook her head, refusing to even consider his words. It wasn't the fact he went away. It was the fact he didn't even text her back to let her know he was alive.-

"For fuck sale! Where have you been Alex? Where have you.... you ghosted me for weeks and now you have the audacity to come home??" She pushed him and then pulled him towards her for a hug. Alex decided to not play her game. She clearly needed to have him with her, after all.

"I was on a job..." was all the biker would say. But she shook her head.

"It's not enough. I need more." -She needed him to tell her everything, To explain in details why he wasn't home and if his life had been endangered by the « job » he was doing. But Asma was delusional. He wouldn't tell her, not even if she begged him to.

"You won't have shit!" He said, clearing his throat in anticipation of her reaction. She pulled away and looked at him with eyes wide open. Of course, she would not know the truth. It was the way he wanted it, the way Jax And Jess wanted it. To protect Asma she wouldn't know what was truly happening. Not fully anyway. "You signed for this when you proposed! You know you won't get shit from me. And even if /I/ wanted to tell you, I can't. I am not allowed to."

"I know I signed for this but that doesn't make it any easier, dipshit! There is mayhem in the city, you disappear for weeks, Jax is in prison! Did you know that he got out of the med bay and can have visitors again? Does Jess know? Where is Jess??!! She doesn't answer my texts! Where is she?"

"Bella..." He didn't know. She didn't let him know where she was and it became clear to the tattoo artist who screamed and pushed Tig again.

"You don't know? You fucking don't know???! Jess could be dead by now or in danger and you don't know?!" She ran her shaky hands through her thick pink curly mane and started to sob. "It's a nightmare... it's a freaking nightmare... I'm going to lose everyone.." 

"You don't know that." 

Alex felt her anger turn into sadness and fear. She was terrified of losing everyone and he knew that in this line of work, it was most likely to be true. They could die. He could die tomorrow and he was hoping that Jessica knew what she was doing and would get Jax out of prison.  He had to trust her and her plan. Asma was reduced to tears, unable to stop sobbing and it was breaking his heart to see her like that. She was a mess, from the bags under her eyes to the nails she bit from being anxious. He ran his hand through her hair and planted kissed on top of her head. She had been carrying so much stress since Jax was arrested and wasn't able to unload her emotions on anyone. He took it, her violence and fear and tried to help her the best he could.

"Do you think it's going to be alright?" 

"I don't---" She cut him short.

"Lie to me." -He planted a kiss on to of her forehead.-

"Yes. We'll be fine. We'll be fine." But he had no clue whatsoever. It seemed to help her relax and it made him sigh in relief.  She nodded and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Thank you. » She trailed off and rubbed her nose against his chest. «  The Girls and I are alright by the way. We have not been bothered since Jax has been arrested. »

"Good..." His phone started to ring and he rolled his eyes. He didn't even have the time to be home that the gang needed him again. Alex rubbed the woman's back and planted another kiss on her forehead before he pulled away from her. As Asma understood he was about to leave, her voice broke as she asked him.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go.. I'm sorry Bella." - He watched as she knitted her brows and started to sob. It was unfair and it was breaking her heart. Alex walked back to the front door but she held onto his kutte.-

"Alex! Please....." He watched in front of him, his azure eyes intensely staring at his bike parked in front of her porch. « Alex... let me say a proper goodbye. » She begged again, pulling onto his kutte so he would turn around and look at her. « Let me... » His phone kept ringing and he grabbed it. « Please... »

« I have to... » He took the phone call. « I'll be there in two hours. Just the time to grab a shower and shit. » He hung up and then turned to Asma whose beautiful face was soaked with tears she was still crying. « An hour. We have an hour. »

« It's more than I could wish for. » She said as she cupped both of his cheeks and kissed his lips.

-TBC-

SoA: Fuck my life

"Alex is right. I chose this life. I knew from the very start that we would have had our grey areas, we would fight because I would be left in the dark and would learn what happened on the news on at funerals. Shit! I should have thought this through. I always said that I was ready, that nothing could scare me and here I am, a scared little shit, pulling the hair off of my head because I was afraid of what could come next.

Yeah, what would come next? Jail-time? Jax is in jail but what prevents the others from being jailed too? Death? That's what I fear the most. You can survive Jail, no matter how crushing it is... no matter what. But Death? there is no coming back from Death and way too many of her loved ones could end up dead. Where was Jessica? Since the moment she had a "plan", there was no sight of the chocolate-haired red queen. Where could she be? I am sick, worried sick about this whole situation. The news is packed with bad news. the mayhem that shakes Charming and the neighboring towns. my clients are whispering but I am not able to decipher their babble. Something is in the air and I know it's Jessica's doing.

I also know it's because the King is not there. Enemies around think that because the head is locked up, that the rest of the body can't function? Fools... assholes.... rats... I am running out of words to describe those people, those who threaten my family. All I know is that everyone is out there, risking their lives and nothing, nothing is left for me to do except maybe protect the kids. Nothing is left for me, except maybe fear. I have a bad feeling in my guts. I can't shake it off. I'm worriedly looking around and expecting Alex to not to come, or Jessica to be dead. Right now, the fact they are not even aware of what I did -sneaking up to the Niners to ask for help and being beaten up-, is not even crossing my mind. Alex knows, but we have more pressing matters to take care of.

Right now...I just hope they will come home, all of them, alive and well.... right now...Fuck my life...

Tig x Asma : I like the view

// SoA: "I like the view" Tig x Asma

It's been a while for these two :) love you Rainbow <3

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" I like the view."

Asma's sultry voice echoed through the bedroom. Tig grinned to himself as he was quietly kicking his shoes off of his feet. The day has been long and he wanted nothing but to spend time with his fiancée. She was sitting against the bed headrest, wearing only a silk bathrobe. Her wavy and dyed pink hair was cascading on her back.

"Yeah? What do you like about that view?" He teased her. Taking his sweet time to remove his shirt. He heard her gasp but kept going without a glance at Asma.

The inker's eyes were glued to Tig's strong and taut body. She liked the curve of his spine, his broad and battle-scarred back that was a testament of the life he led. She enjoyed the sight of his tight ass that filled his jeans and was left biting at her bottom lip. He looked like a whole snack and she wanted a taste of it.

"I like your back.." she started with, trailing off as she left the bed and walked towards Alex. "I like the curve of your spine." She whispered as she closed in. "I like your broad shoulders... big, strong.." her forefinger traced the curve of his spine while her warm breath brushed over the skin of his shoulder blades. He didn't move. His breath became sharper. Her voice was as soft as silk. It always had that slightly raspy tone when she was aroused that drove him nuts.

"What else, Bella? What else do you like?" He breathlessly asked while he felt her lips plant kisses on his heated skin. It sent shivers down his spine and a jolt into his loins. A low growl escaped from the lips, which encouraged Asma to keep going.

"I love your hips, the small curve on them that your pants prevent me to fully admire." She chuckled and planted another string of kisses between his shoulder blades. Her hands gently held his belt and tugged at it as she pressed her body against his back. He felt her underwear and her skin rub against his back.

"Admire away, Bella..." he growled, slowly becoming unable to form a sentence. He wanted to turn around and kiss her but she was holding onto him so tightly he knew she didn't want him to look at her. She had other plans.

"I like to see your ass too. I like to feel it even more." She purred, her hands moved up to his chest she started to stroke. Jesus! Her skin was soft, so soft he couldn't hold back a moan. She found her way up to his nipples she brushed over with her warm palm. "Do you have any idea of how crazy the sight of you drives me? Do you?" She moaned in his ear, eliciting a groan from the older man who shook his head because he wanted to hear it.

"Say it again."  -he groaned-

"I love to see your ass. I love to hold it... I want to squeeze it." -She grinned and squeezed his ass tighter.-

"Then squeeze it." Tig put her hands on hers and put it down to his hips. She grinned and unbuckled his pants and slipped her hand into it. His cock was slowly growing and she felt his bulge but ignored it. Alex groaned as his fiancé squeezed his taut ass and started to knead it.

" mmmhhhhh like this?" She purred in his ear and smirked as he nodded.

"Yes...." he liked when that pink head of hers was this mischievous. Her warm hands felt good against his ass, but her touch was enough to make his cock throb harder ."Bella..." he groaned again and tried to turn around but she wrapped her arms around him tighter and moved her hand in front of him.

"No. I think you should let me finish, I haven't appreciated the view enough.."

He leaned into her touch and made himself comfortable against the tinier woman. Her pink strands brushed over his back while her lips kissed his warm skin. Her left hand held his throbbing cock while the other entwined her fingers with his. The Inker felt her man tense as he wasn't expecting her to attack this fast, this good. Her hand jerked him off, slowing moving up and down on his thick member. She loved the feeling of his veins against her hand and the twitch his cock gave her when she stroked it. He loved that she was determined to make him feel good, the sound of his moans excited her and encouraged her to do more. Asma picked up the pace, her moans answered his. She heard the sound of his toes curl onto the carpeted floor of the bedroom and felt a rumble becoming more and more intense as she kept stroking him.

"You feel so good, Alex... you're so wet." She encouraged him, her voice sultry and sensual as she whispered in his ear.

"Fuck... Bella." He couldn't contain himself, not when she was feeling so good. He rolled his eyes as she was now touching his sensitive tip and held him tighter."If you keep going..."

"Cum for me, Alex... right now... I want to feel it in my hand.." she commanded relentlessly pleasuring him. He was breathless, his moans became closer and she felt him try and take deep breaths in vain. It didn't work. It couldn't work. She grinned and encouraged him some more before her teeth captured the tip of his ear and bit it, pushing Tig over the edge. He came undone and spilled himself on her hand and before he could realize what had just happened, she had returned to bed and laid on it. The biker turned around to the sight of her licking his essence off of her hand.

"Bella....."

"The night is young Alex..come closer." She invited him
With a crooked finger and patted the bed next to her.

The night was young and they were full of love...

SoA: The proposal

SoA: The proposal

A/ N: oh, what am I going to do with these two? Of course, this one goes a lot deeper than it seems. The background music is « All of me » by John Legend. I always cry when I listen to this. This is over the top cheesy but sue me!

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«Guys! Guys! Attention, please ! »

Asma's voice was drowned in the humdrum of the bar. There was a lap dance contest and it was Lyla's turn to dance on Opie. The temperature of the bar at risen since the girls decided to have their fun. Delaney, Bonnie and Mercy were throwing money at Lyla for each sway of her hips and skillfully bounce on Opie's bulge. He was told not to touch Lyla or he lost the bet so Juice, Chibs and Bobby were encouraging him NOT to so they wouldn't have to lose the bet money they put on him. The air was electric, Jessica was sitting on Jax' lap, chugging down her beer while watching the family have fun. It had to look like a normal day, one of those short-lived peaceful days when nothing dreadful happened. At least, that was what it looked like. Brad glanced at Jessica who had been nervous ever since they arrived at the bar. Her eyes shifted from the lap dance contest to Asma who was sitting on Tig's lap, her hands holding the bottle of beer the waiter gave her. She was waiting for the signal, as they had rehearsed over and over again for a couple of weeks but it wasn't coming. Was Asma freaking out? It was hard to tell with so much noise and so many people around. Tig didn't seem alarmed, and therefore, Asma couldn't possibly be freaking out at the moment. It still got Jessica to think, and review all the contingency plans she kept in mind in case the night turned into a fiasco.

«Guys! » -Asma yelled, forcing people to stop what they were doing-

Right on cue, they focused their attention on the tattoo artist. Jax and Jessica told the others that Asma was trying to surprise Tig that night, and therefore she would request their complete attention at some point. It was already unusual for Asma to be under the spotlight, but it was even more of a surprise for them to know she wanted to surprise Tig. Alex « Tig » Trager couldn't be surprised. He was known as a crazy man who did it all, both inside and outside a bed, both with the outsides and the insides of a body. He was known for his violent crazy nature and fast-paced drug and sex-filled life. Many didn't bet on Asma and him. They didn't think the couple stood a chance. How could a law-abiding, alcoholic messy woman tame an unhinge, out-of-control man? They had everything against them, from the very fact she had a history with violent and abusive men and he had a history of having the people he loved killed, this including members of the sons. But it worked. It lasted 22 months to be very exact and here they were. Two broken souls who somehow found a way to support and help the others. Two pieces of a patchwork that somehow worked well together.

Jessica's features relaxed as the family finally stopped their shenanigans to listen to the young woman. Lyla simply sat on Opie who shifted the chair so he could have a better look at Asma. The bartender lowered the sound of music so Asma's voice wouldn't drown in the noise. Tig curbed his brows, his cerulean eyes were giving Asma a questioning look. What had gotten to her? She wasn't the kind to make a public speech, let alone grab everyone's attention. She had been acting strangely that night, tugging at that oversized orange top of hers while glancing at everyone. She tried to catch Jessica's attention all night but there were always people stealing her attention away. From Brad who was joking with Tig and called him a «soft dick » now that he was besotted with Asma. When Brad and Tig shared a beer and Asma wanted to leave so she could talk to Jessica, she realized her sister was talking and sucking faces with Jax. Then music happened, lap dance contest happened, waves of laughter, conversations ended up draining her will to stand up and begin her speech. Until now, that was.

« Guys... I.. You know how much tattoos mean to me, right? »

«Right! » They answered back, encouraging her to keep talking. Asma looked at them and sheepishly smiled at all. Jessica smiled to herself, thinking that despite her fears, she didn't have to worry this much. They knew her sister, they took her in. Eventually, Asma grew closer to all of them when Jessica was missing, or maybe some other event had it happen but it felt like a huge relief for the red queen. Jax felt her shiver a little and gently entwined his fingers with his wife's, giving her silent support.

« Well, then... I have a new one I want to show you. » Asma tucked some hair behind her ear and removed her top, exposing her midriff and a black sports bra. They could see her chest heave up and down as she was nervous. Tig was staring at her, almost transfixed as he had never seen his Bella like this, bold, loud... it felt like a speech was coming. Asma dropped her top and slowly turned around, so the whole crew could have a good look at it. « The water lilies right there, they're me. They're... all up their feelings like I am. Soft, sweet, almost hard to notice for those who don't venture near swamps and lakes. I was drifting apart when I met you. I was... I am...a mess. I'm a mess! » She looked up at the ceiling before pointing up to the skull and the pistols. « The skull and pistols? They're you. That's you right there on my skin. You know damn well that... » She choked up. « Damn well that you're my family. I know... I know in my heart what's going on and it doesn't matter if you say shit about it because I love you. As you are. Outlawed or not, fucked up or not... I just. » She patted the tattoo and stopped turning around so she could stare at Jessica.

Suddenly the room became heavy. Tig eyes were intensely staring at Asma's back. He didn't quite know what to make of it and so did the others. They weren't expecting Asma to say something to them and were looking at her and each other with incredulous gazes on.

« You're my family... » Asma repeated, patting her tattoo again. « You're my family, right? » That was a bold statement. Asma could feel her heartbeats become faster and clenched and unclenched her fists in anticipation of rejection. It wouldn't happen, come on, they couldn't possibly reject you, now could they? She looked at them, lifting her brows as she started to worry but Opie raised his beer, quickly followed by others who now had something they could do with themselves. « Right ?... »

«RIGHT! »

They cheered on her, that seemed to be the right thing to do. It wasn't every day that something this cheesy happened, let alone that someone so genuinely professed their love to the whole group. They were a band of misfits, of badass motherfuckers who had seen evil, done evil and would fucking do it again. But they were human too and with it, came a softer side. Asma's antics were odd but welcomed. She was genuine in her way to express her feelings, unconventional to say the very least, fitting right here with the criminals.

Asma took a deep breath before moving her fingers up to the ribbon and the names on it. « And here...There are three names. Jax, Opie and finally Jess. Jessica. » She cleared her throat and looked straight into her sister's eyes. Jessica felt her throat tighten but she kept a smile on her face. Discreetly, her hand was holding onto Jax tighter, mostly because she knew a big speech was coming and could feel her heart soar into her chest. Tig put his elbows on his thighs and leaned his chin against the back of his hands as he watched his Bella give a speech he wasn't prepared for. She was taking confidence as she felt accepted and the smiles she was giving now warmed his unholy heart. Opie straightened up on his chair, his arms holding onto his wife tighter. She had his name on her skin? Alongside with Jax and Jessica's? Lyla glanced at him and wrapped her arm around his neck. She lovingly stared at him and glanced at Asma again.

« I came to Charming to die. That was the version of me you met. An alcoholic who lost everything and everyone and was ready to just choke on my own vomit. I came here to die. » She trailed off and closed her eyes, allowing a couple of tears to roll. « And one day, I met you, Jax and Piepie...Jax and he came earlier to my parlour for a tattoo. He wanted your name on his skin so I obliged. Seeing the brotherhood between him and Piepie, seeing them get close to each other and listen to him talk about you made me reconsider my opinion on you. You saved my life. Jax and you. Your love did. Piepie's friendship did...somehow when I inked your skin, I was...shown another way. » She kept her eyes closed. « You helped me stay clean. Jax helped me when I failed to stay clean. Opie helped me on days I was missing booze and I wanted to get wasted. Opie welcomed me in the family, he was my first friend among you guys. He made it easier for the others to notice me. But Jessica, you... with you... » She took a deep breath and opened her eyes so she could see her chocolate haired sister who was having troubles holding back her tears. « … I was reborn. That's just it. I cannot do you justice with words but I was reborn because of you and I love you. So fucking much. »

« I love you too. » Jessica managed to say, wiping tears off of her eyes before she gently waved at her and moved her finger around to remind her to turn around. Asma wiped her eyes and chuckled.

« I speak so much I almost forgot someone. » Tig watched his girlfriend, crying her eyes out after she was pouring her heart out like that. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.

« Bella... » She put her fingers on her lips and gently invited him to come closer.

« You've never seen this tattoo before, please come closer. »

Now was the moment. The music had stopped and nobody realized it. All eyes were on the couple staring at each other at this moment. Alex stood up and quickly got on his knees so he could have closer look at her tattoo. His eyes read his name and read her name. It took a minute before he realized she had written on her Asma Trager. He put his hands on her hips and looked up at her, his eyes almost filled with unshed tears but his heart racing like it was Grand Turismo or something. « What is... » She cupped his cheeks and gently stroked his face.

« Please, don't say a word, let me speak. » He nodded, his mouth slightly gaped as he couldn't believe his eyes. « I thought I was unloveable. It had to be true since the people I fell in love with tried to break me. They broke me... ah damn. » She shook her head. « But suddenly, I discovered I could be loved. I still, I still remember the very lame joke you said when you talked to me the first time. I still remember the way you smelled when you first kissed me. I still remember the day you asked me out and said you wanted to date-date me. And your first Bella I learned to love, even when I'm mad at you. » She moistened her lips and wiped some of her tears. « There are nights when I am afraid, Alex. Afraid for you. I can't imagine you not coming back to me...ever. But I know it could happen and I signed for it too, when I agreed to be your girlfriend. There are nights I am afraid of you...of what you could do. Of what you could say but always, and I mean it! Always, you do your best to make me feel safe again, even if that means you have to leave the room. » She took a deep breath. « We're not perfect, Tig, we're far from perfect. But...I don't want you to perfect. I want to be imperfect with you. Always... and forever so. So Alex Trager, would you....marry me? » She broke the question, her hands still stroking his cheeks. He was staring at her with eyes wide open.

It had never happened before, that a woman so freely claimed her love for him and proposed to him. It wasn't how things were supposed to be. He had entertained the idea of making her his old lady already and truly wanted to but he didn't think she would be ready for this. And here she was, breaking all of his expectations, asking for him to become her husband, surrounded with friends and family. He was left speechless, his heart was beating up his ribcage. If he wasn't already kneeling before her, he would have fallen on his knees. She was looking at him, her fingers still stroking his cheeks. The whole room was silent now, they all were waiting for a response, a « yes » or a « no » but something, anything. The silence was torturing the most impatient of them all but for once, Asma was patient. She was waiting for him to adjust to what had just happened.

« Married ?... you want us... you... »

« Yes... yes I do. I want to marry you. » She quickly replied.

«Me? » She nodded, her fingers slowly massaged his scalp as his eyes were shifting from left to right for a while. « Me?... » She made an approval sound, still stroking his shoulders and his scalp.

« Do you want it too? » She whispered, slowly kneeling in front of him so he would focus on her and her only. She looked beautiful this night, her eyes were still red from all those tears, but she was beautiful. He cupped her cheeks with his large calloused fingers and had her lean into his touch.

« Yes !!! YES! » He said, kissing her lips. The fucking sigh of relief that was released by the whole family felt like thunder and they broke into applause and whistles. They exploded with joy, literally making noise, screaming and hugging each other as they were happy. Tig lifted Asma and carried her around like a bride, screaming like a lion as he was drunk with happiness.

« Things went just as planned then. » -Jax voice reached out Jessica's ears-

She turned to him and pressed her lips to his. The blonde MC smiled at her, knowing full well how relieved she felt that Tig accepted to marry Asma. She had been talking non-stop about this event all week long, so to see her happy made him happy too.

« She deserves to be happy. She's always been so supportive of us. » She said, leaning against him and enjoying his protective arms around her frame.

« She does... She is happy, look at her. » Jax whispered, his lips gently kissing the top of his wife's head. « Can you believe it? Tig's getting married? I was hoping it would be Nero or Chibs. It gotta be the crazy guy. »

« Chicks dig crazy. I dig your crazy. »

« I dig yours too. » He said, kissing her lips again.

-TBC-

soa: the promise (tig x Asma)

(SoA: The promise)

Tig found her in the living room, worn out by the busy day she had at work and nursing her migraine with some aspirin. He walked to her kitchen to fetch himself some beer and walked back into the living room she had not left. It wasn't like her to not greet him. She would always run towards him, jump on him and have him carry her, but not that night. Tomorrow she was supposed to have the right side of her torso tattooed, just like his was, with their names entwined and some other details he kinda forgot. Was she nervous about it? He curbed a brow and sat on the chair in front of her.

"No hug for me?" He teased her with but she kept her eyes closed and ran her hand through her black mane.

"Not in the mood tonight, Tig." She sighed, massaging her scalp to ease her migraine away.

"What's wrong Bella? A few days ago you were all up in my face and now you're giving me the cold shoulder." He fake-complained, trying to stir a reaction from her but she remained stoic. the pain, maybe.

"Are we going to argue? Cause if we are, then you won and let's call it a day." She sighed again before she grumbled and wrapped her hands around the back of her neck.

"I was joking, Bella. Talk to me. What's up?"

"Long day..."

"It has nothing to do with tomorrow, has it?" He asked, his icy blue eyes scanning her very reactions.

Since he met her, and with the help of Jessica, Tig learned how to notice and handle those "moments" she sometimes had. Asma was a sensitive person, and she didn't do well with change. She freaked out very often and therefore, he had to make some serious efforts to at least spare her some worries. A little text here, to tell her he was alive and okay. cuddles at night, anything to make her feel safe. Right now, she wasn't feeling safe. He could tell by the goosebumps on her arms, the eyes constantly shifting as if her fight or flight instinct had been triggered. He bent forward, his baby blues inquisitive now.

"Bella?" -He insisted since she did not answer him.-

"It has." She admitted. her eyes still avoiding him. "It has plenty." She added.

"Why?"

"It's a big deal for me, Alex. It's a..... I've been engaged before, you know that. I've been engaged to a man who had everything good and was everything nice, until he wasn't. Until he wasn't and I'm not sure I want...Are we really doing this?"

"I did it already, Asma. I have your name on my fucking body. I put some ink there, because of you, because I WANTED TO. I trust you, Asma." He stood up and then crouched next to her. his hands gently stroked her arms and his face looked at the young woman who was shaking.

"I trust you to, but..."

"I'm not Oscar. I can never hit you." He said, cupping her cheek. "I will not hurt you the way he did."

"Will you stop loving me?" Her voice was a whisper now. She was on the verge of crying and would have curled into a ball if she could. He shook his head and cupped her cheek with his large hand. "You don't know how it is to be with someone like me."

"Someone like you? What does that even mean?"

"I have PTSD Tig.... from domestic violence. There would be days or nights where I wouldn't be able to be near you. Where I wouldn't allow you to be closer...Are you sure, are you sure you won't have enough of comforting me? of always being there for me? you've seen how I freak out, right? you've seen me when Jess was missing, right? so.. do you really want /me/?"

"Are you kidding??? Fuck, Asma! I'm the real messed up asshole here. I'm crazy, I'm a motherfucker with blood on my hands. I have lost my first family, my wife, my kids...I'm messed up in my fucking head. And you still want me." He chuckled, trying to lighten her mood, which worked a little bit. "You here, your name on my skin is a promise I made to myself."

"A promise?" She asked, leaning into his touch.

" Yeah. I will always protect you. even from me. You're the first good thing I ever had and I will take care of you. You think it's asking too much from me? you think the burden is on you? Nope, it ain't. that's on me. That's on me. That's my responsibility to make you happy.."

"It's mine too. I want to make you happy too." She whispered as she cupped his cheek. "I just want you to be alright, Tig and happy with me. I am in love with you, so fucking in love I don't know what to do with this...."

"You could do me." He teased her with, which made her chuckle.

"I could do you, yeah."

-TBC-

(SoA): "Did you really edge me?"

(SoA): "Did you really edge me?"

// Feeling cheeky :p

"Where do you say your tattoo would be, Bella?" Tig's voice echoed through the room.

"How long have you been watching me?" She asked, unfazed by his presence in the bathroom. She was standing in front of the mirror. A small white towel was wrapped around her soft plump body as she carefully studied her features on the mirror.

"Enough to want to remove your towel, that's for sure." He teased her with, slowly walking towards the woman who was still looking at her face. "So?.. Where do you want to have your tattoo?"

"Alex.." She gasped as she felt his hands gently stroke each side of the towel. Her eyes rolled a little and she bit her bottom lip harder. "Do you want me to show you?" He nodded, gently tossing her dyed pink hair to the side so her neck would be exposed.

"Yeah." He trailed off, his voice nothing more but a purr. She felt his hands move up to her arms and rolled her head to give him a better access to her neck. "very much so."

"Al...Alex... Let me focus so I can show you." She coyly said, battling every fiber of her body so she wouldn't give into him. He smiled at her, his calloused fingers roamed over the soft skin of her arms and rested on her shoulders. "I'm all ears, Bella."

"Are you though?" She teased him with, slowly untying her towel and allowing it to drop at her feet. He watched her reflection, his hands carefully placed on her collarbones and her neck inches away from his wanting lips. "Tig.."

"I'll behave." He sounded sincere, so she went for it. Her hand gently traced the curve of her breast and rested below.

"I want the tattoo to reach right below my right boob. It's going to be a massive piece, Tig. A very huge one with a skull, guns, roses and water lilies." She showed the area the tattoo was supposed to cover, pointing where she envisioned each part of the tattoo to be. "And I would have your names written here, here and...Are you listening?"

"I am. I'm very attentive right now." He was.... well... half of his attention was on her words while the rest was focused on her body. She felt him bump against her plump ass and gently push her forward and against the mirror. His head was white, hot white with desire and she could feel his throbbing bulge press against the small of her back.

"You're not! Alex.... haaan..." She bit back a moan and rolled her eyes as she tried to resist the urge to moan louder. He felt good, some of his weight was pressing her against the glass and she knew that if she wasn't careful, he would have her crush it into pieces. Well, Alex would avoid something like this from happening, but she didn't know that. he was the crazy one after all. "Al---"

"What? What Bella?" He teased her with, biting the tip of her ear so she would melt against him. Asma held the mirror with both hands, holding as tight as she could but Tig was relentless in his teasing. She tried to speak, but her words were interspersed with moans and her mind went blank. Her senses were focused on him and him only, on..hey! why did he stop?

Tig pulled away from her, cleared his throat and quietly left tot he bedroom without a word. He had her worked up in a matter of minutes. Had her forget about the tattoo she was going to have made to match the one he had on his skin. He left her panting a little, flustered and upset that he left her on the edge. She grabbed the towel and wrapped it against her frame and groaned.

"Alex! How dare you?! I was talking about my tat' and you fucking edge me??? You come here, you edge me? ME???? COME BACK HERE! COME FUCKING BACK HERE!!!"

No answers. Did he really just edge her? Did he?

-TBC-

SoA: Charming Carnival

(SoA: Charming Carnival)

A/N: Tig's being cockblocked I know lol

xxxxx

A day off? Tig and Asma welcomed the suggestion when Jessica told them they were all going to the carnival. The blue-eyed biker didn't mind a little bit of fun, especially not after the whole year ran a train on them. From the deals they had to reluctantly accept to the moments Jessica got shot at, tortured, or kidnapped, SAMCRO and the Knights all needed a break and some fun. So he didn't even think twice when Jessica said « Carnival ». Asma tagged along, as she always did and looked peculiarly cute with her fall attire. A lovely summer dress with a nice cardigan. She looked like those pinups from the 50's, complete with the hairdo, which looked nice with his bike. They joined the others a little later because Asma felt like fooling around with him a little longer but they got there in time, finding the rest of their family waiting for Jax and Jess to come back. Tig took the opportunity to turn around and look into the young woman's eye. Their own ride had not been an easy one either. Not so long ago they were arguing because Asma wanted to know more about the club. She was adamant about being let in which he was reluctant to agree to. He cupped her cheek with his large hand and stroked it gently. Asma eyes looked at him, questioning his gaze as she didn't understand the silence that had settled between the two of them. Well, silence, it felt like it because she had tuned out of the humdrum of the place. Adults and children were screaming alike, balloons were popped, people were kissing but it all became a white noise at the back of her head because the only thing she was focused on was Alex.

« Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my fucking face or what? » -She teased, her voice distracting him for a while and making the old man grin.-

« You don't.... yet. » She curbed a brow and chuckled.

« Please! You're being corny! » -He grinned at her- « Alex...I'm serious. » She said again, taking her time to repeat the words as he had wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Asma gasped and gently rubbed his arms, over the fabric of his jacket.

« I'm just one lucky bastard. That's what I've been thinking of. » He admitted, the hand on his cheek stroked the soft and warm skin of her face.

« You only say that because I'm not up all of your business. Wait until I am. » She grinned and planted a kiss on his lips. « We're good Alex. We're good, okay? » She pursed her lips and pushed herself on her toes so she could steal a kiss from him, but Alex pulled away, making her groan in annoyance.

« What do you want to do? I'd say.....Shooting booth! I want to win something for you. They always have a bear or some shit like that. »

« You're going to cheat! You're a pretty good shot! You're going to drain them of their money. » She laughed as he scooped her over, his hands on her ass to help her keep her balance while she wrapped them around his waist and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. « Ahahah, put me down, you savage! »

« You want to be down? You know the price, right? »

Before they could kiss, they were interrupted with a very loud Opie who was smacked by Lyla for being, well, an obnoxious kid as always. Asma laughed and shook her head. Piepie always did something like that. He would make anyone blush with his very crude remarks and kids be damned if they were around him. Because of him, Ava's first word was « fuck » and because of him, she was sure Abel and Thomas would learn a few things way too early for their age. It made her roll her head and close her eyes as she enjoyed the warm wind that blew into her hair. Jax came back with the queen and gave all the tickets he bought to Opie, forcing Tig to put Asma back on the floor and run towards Opie to get his share. Once secured, he grabbed Asma's hand and walked further into the carnival, searching for the shooting booth. She looked at him from behind, enjoying the sight of his nice ass and whistled.

«What? »

« Nice ass! » She said with a grin. Tig faked to be outraged and gave her a sly grin.

« Why thank you! You like the view? » -He shook it a little, which made her laugh and shake her head. « What? »

« I don't know, I could slap it. » She moistened her lips and stopped walking. He lifted a brow, his baby blues stared at the small black woman who was staring at him as if he was the Mona Lisa or some shit like that. She seemed relaxed, which, frankly, he had not seen her be in several weeks so it made his heart feel warm. She seemed to have regained some colors since Jessica had returned and it felt good to see. Jessica was Asma's whole world and he realized that there would be a moment she would have to know what exactly is going on with her sister. He knew she had decided to downplay her anger and worries when he asked her not to put her concern back on the table and it only was a matter of time before she exploded if he didn't at least give her something to chew on. For now, everything was good and Alex wanted to enjoy the moment of peace they just had. Her smiles, her laughter, her warmth. He wanted it and even more, so he turned on his heels and walked towards her, slowly, before he wrapped his arms around her shoulders while she wrapped her around his waist. She cooed against him and pushed herself back on her feet.

« Kiss me. » She whispered, ready to romance his mouth like the Ryan Gosling's memes. And he wanted to kiss her back, indulge her request, press his rough lips against the soft and sugary lips of his Bella and show the world that he loved her and would not let any other scumbag lay one hand on her. Their lips were almost about to touch when a group of kids ran next to them and distracted Asma and Tig. They were joining the growing line waiting at the shooting booth and made Tig groan as the kids were too young to watch adults explicitly kiss. Asma groaned but opted to just hug and lean against Tig.

« Eeewww icky! Kisses are icky! » Said one of them, but his older sister shook her head and replied « No. It's romantic! When people love each other they kiss! Like, mom and dad! Nobody likes you so nobody will kiss you ! » the little boy started to cry. « You're lying! You're lying! » Asma chuckled and looked at Tig who had wrapped his arm around her shoulders and entwined his fingers with hers.

« I wasn't kissed since we got there. » He complained. « We're always interrupted. »

« I guess you'll have to earn a kiss. I think it can be fixed if you win me something and if you win me many things, I promise you I will fuck you so good you won't remember your name tomorrow. » She wiggled her brows.

« I won't remember my name tomorrow? » He purred at her suggestion, enjoying the sound of her promise. Asma picked that up and added quietly.

« If you ever wake up. » She trailed off, wiggling harder before she looked in front of them and waited for the line to shorten.

"Then I will win everything!"

It was a good day, a simple day that was quite rare for the boys and the girls of this big messed up family. They were taking the best of this moment, eating at it as if it was their last meal.

-TBC-