Summary: Tig and (Y/N) are fuck buddies but start developing feelings for eachother. Suddenly seeing (Y/N) a little too close to Jax makes Tig finally confess his feelings to her.

The sunshine leaked through the blinds, waking (Y/N) up. Tig's face squished on the pillow the first thing she saw as she lifted her eyelids; a lovely sight to say the least, as much as she didn't want to admit it. She rubbed her face all tired, a quick sigh exiting her mouth. She slowly lifted the sheet that was covering her and got up as quietly as possible trying not to wake Tig up. No one likes the awkward morning after a hookup, especially these two. Their 'relationship' was pretty complicated, odd, weird, however you wanna call it. They were hooking up every now and then, and that's what it was supposed to be; just sex. Casual sex. But as time went on these so-called hookups were becoming even more frequent and even more passionate. They knew they were not 'together' though. They wouldn't go on dates. They wouldn't do 'couple' things. But the kind of passion they shared in bed and the deep conversations they had during these late nights, were moments even some 'couples' hadn't experience. Neither of them wanted to ask the other about where their 'relationship' was standing, in fear of being perceived as the person that agreed to just hook up from time to time and ended up catching feelings. She was constantly seeing him take croweaters to his dorm. He was afraid of commitment. Yet they would turn red from anger when they saw eachother with someone else, the jealousy eating them up.

She looked around his messy dorm in order to find her clothes that were thrown around the previous night. She found her jeans along with her underwear on the floor by the bed and her t-shirt on the other corner of the room. She quickly used the bathroom, washed her face and put her clothes on before she approached the door in order to leave. As her hand reached the doorknob she took a deep breath and turned around. The image of naked Tig on the messed up sheets, limbs spread and curls wilder than ever, making her smirk. She exited the room and headed to the main area of the clubhouse where Jax, Chibs and Bobby were sitting having a chat.

"Do you sleep anywhere else besides the clubhouse?", Jax teased her before he let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, Tig's house", Chibs was quick to add to the teasing as well.

"Good morning to you too guys."

"Aren't you supposed to be helping Gemma?" Bobby asked her, since she was working part-time in the office.

"I have a late shift today. I'm coming by again in a few hours. And speaking of that I need a ride home. I'm too tired to walk."

"Tiggy's got you all worn out huh?", Chibs asked sarcastically. Almost everyone knew of the whole situation with her and Tig so the teasing was something that happened quite frequently.

She rolled her eyes and started walking towards the door in silence when she heard Jax: "Okay, okay wait up you brat". He slowly stood up and tapped his hand on the bar. "I'll take you home." The infamous Teller smirk appeared on his pretty face after he nodded goodbye to his brothers. He approached her and put an arm around her shoulder but she was still frowning, her arms crossed below her chest. "Just because you're giving me a ride home doesn't mean I forgive you". He laughed. "You're also giving me a ride at six before my shift starts."

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"Thanks again for the ride Jackie boy, I owe you." (Y/N) was at TM again for her 6pm shift.

"Oh yeah you do." Jax said while tapping on his cheek with his index finger, a playful grin across his face. Her full lips kissed his cheek and then she smiled widely. "My favourite biker."

"Your favourite is actually sitting..." he searched with his eyes, "... right over there." He pointed at Tig sitting at the picnic tables with most of the other guys.

"Yup, halfsack's way better than all of you assholes." she said sarcastically, since both of them knew how much she craved Alexander "Tig" Trager. They were both heading towards the office now.

"I was hoping you'd actually argue and say that I'm your favourite, you bitch."

"You're a close... third."

The blond biker started laughing but stopped as he realized she wasn't.

"Wait seriously? What?"

Her laugh only now kicking in.

"Considering my favourite guy treats me like I'm some whore, being number three means you should really step up your game Jackie."

They were somewhat close to the picnic tables now so they both waved at the other bikers. A bitter smile on (Y/N)'s face since Tig was on his phone, not even looking up to face her. Jax walked with her to the office in silence, his hands in his pockets. They got in, (Y/N) pressed the button to turn on the computer and sat on the chair while Jax sat on the leather couch after closing the door behind him. He noticed the sad look on her face.

"Don't be like that babe."

"How am I supposed to be then Jax? He didn't even look at me. Did you see that?"

"I noticed... yeah" his voice quiet.

"How can I be so stupid? The guy treats women like they're some toys. Like they're nothing but pussy. Why did I ever think it would be different for me? Why do I keep doing this to myself?" She had grabbed a pen and was tapping it on the desk repeatedly.

"I'm not gonna be the judge of how he treats women... but... he likes you (Y/N). He does. You know that. We all do."

"You don't fuck other people when you like someone."

"He treats you differently. We all see it. Not like you're some croweater. You know, the way he protects you... and talks about you... I've never seen him like this. He also does that annoying thing people in love do; trying to find a reason to talk about the other person all the time. He manages to bring you up in every conversation. Seriously, I love you but it's getting annoying."

She laughed bitterly. "He's not in love, Jax."

"Are you?"

"I don't know... For now I just know that I like him. A lot."

Silence for a while.

"Just talk to him straight. Tell him what it is that's bothering you. Talk things out. Maybe you're on the same page here but the miscommunication has perplexed things a little."

"What would I do without you?" she said as a joke because she was too afraid to admit it wasn't one.

"You'd be a total mess" he got up and hugged her while she was still sitting on the chair. "Well... more of a mess than you are now."

She hit his stomach playfully and then he smiled and headed to the door.

"Come say hi before you leave ok?"

She nodded with a cute smile on her face.

A few tiring hours later she locked the office door and started walking to the clubhouse heaving second thoughts. She didn't want to see him but she also obviously did. You know, he was an asshole but he was her asshole. As she walked in she saw the bikers sitting on couches, stools and chairs. The asshole in the corner of the room talking to Chibs. She was torn between wanting to to talk to him, just like Jax said, and trying not to give a fuck and have some drinks with the other guys. She decided she couldn't deal with him, at least for now.

"(Y/N)!" some of them shouted cheerfully. They offered her a beer and Happy offered her his seat. She sat on his bar stool and Happy stood next to her, his arm around her shoulder. She tried to enjoy her time with her friends and ignore Tig on the other side of the room. Whatever it was him and Chibs were talking about it seemed pretty serious. He looked miserable, gulping his beer like there's no tomorrow. She thought that maybe today wasn't the right day to have that talk with him. Instead she tried to focus on having fun. Besides it's what these guys know how to do best.

Half an hour had passed. (Y/N) and the other bikers were laughing loudly now while the Scotsman and Tig were still chatting by themselves.

"I just don't understand why you don't talk to her."

"I told you it's not that simple man" the blue-eyed biker said as he rubbed his temple.

"Tiggy's scared of some pussy."

"Shut up I'm not scared. And she's not just some pussy"

"I know she's not. I just said that to get to you... and you also proved my point."

"What point smart ass?" Tig asked while sipping his beer.

"That she's important to you lad. She's not just someone you happen to shag now and then."

Their conversation was interrupted by (Y/N)'s laugh that was heard from across the room. Jax was once again teasing her as they were play-fighting because he wanted to take a sip of her drink. They were both laughing, (Y/N) pushing him playfully.

"They've been like that for days." Tig was fuming.

"Who?"

"Her and Jax."

"Yeah what about them?" Chibs asked completely oblivious.

"They're constantly flirting and laughing in front of me." He got even angrier with the Scotsman's second question.

"She's laughing with her friend. Shocker."

"Laughing... and teasing each other... and he gave her a ride here in the evening."

"I'm really trying to understand what the problem is here brother. They're friends."

He didn't say anything back. He brought his beer to his lips with his right hand. His left thumb was fighting with his fist. He was getting angrier by the minute. Jax's arm around her waist was the last straw. He unconsciously banged his fist on the table as he stood up with a fast motion.

"What are you doing brother?" Chibs blurted out all worried.

"I'm just having a talk." he said looking straight at the target.

Chibs was quick to stand up and grab Tig's bicep.

"Stop it you fuckhead, you're drunk. Don't say anything you'll regret."

With a quick motion Tig's arm was set free from his brother's tight grip.

He walked towards the bar, eyes glued on (Y/N)'s back.

"Can I have a word with you?" It was supposed to be a question but it sounded more like a command. It was the combination of his serious tone, the look in his eyes and his tight grip on her arm above her elbow.

"Sure" she said confused as she climbed off the stool she was sitting on.

She followed him to his dorm and closed the door behind her. During those seconds that felt like hours she thought of all the possible things he might have wanted to say to her. Being horny from all the alcohol and needing a quick fuck, confessing his undying love to me, asking for my opinion on-

Her internal monologue was interrupted by the tall man standing in front of her.

"Why are you doing this?" his voice a little too loud than usual.

"What are you talking about?"

"Being all flirty and gross with your bud out there."

"Wha- Flirty?" she was really trying to stay calm.

"Don't act like you don't understand. You and Jax."

"What are you on Trager? We're just friends. You know that. And why should I even explain myself?. Besides I sould be the one that's angry. You've been ignoring me all day."

"I'm sorry I don't wanna see you all up on someone else's dick all day."

"Are you jealous Tiggy?" her tone was mean on purpose.

"I'm not jealous. You can go do whatever and whoever you want just not all up in my face... and not involving any club members. You're not some croweater or whatever."

"Oh aren't I now? Last time I checked that's how you've been treating me."

"We just fuck every now and then. We agreed to this. You agreed to this. What were you expecting? Some special treatment? Breakfast in bed and morning cuddles?"

"No but I wasn't expecting you controlling who I fucking talk with either."

He was quiet so she continued:

"You're being ridiculous. You're mad at me for talking to a friend while you're banging different craweaters every night... and you're making sure that I'm aware of it."

He didn't respond yet again.

"But I forgot that apparently you own me or something."

"It's not the same. The croweaters and Jax. They are croweaters; that's what they're supposed to do. Jax is my brother; seeing you all up on each other isn't exactly ideal. Laughing and flirting and riding his bike together.", he yelled.

"I rode his bike not his dick, you asshole."

"Oh are you sure about that? What were you doing locked up in the office earlier? you fucking whore."

She froze at the sound of the last word. Her look hit him harder than any slap ever could. She shook her head while her eyes started getting watery. She couldn't say anything. She didn't want to say anything. He immediately realised what he had done.

"Hey I'm sorry, I didn't-"

She didn't let him finish his sentence. She just turned around, stormed off and banged the door shut behind her. He knew there was no use in trying to follow her and apologize. She was too angry, rightfully so. He rubbed his face and kicked the door in frustration. He sat on the bed, head buried in his arms.

The next day, dozens of missed calls and voicemails later, Tig decided to drop by her house.

"I'm sorry I'm showing up like this... I... You were not picking up and I was worried." He was trying to find the right words standing by the door.

"The possibility that I might not want to talk to you didn't even cross your mind?"

He sighed and once again tried to find the right words: "You don't have to talk to me... Just listen. I have some explaining and apologizing to do. And you don't have to forgive me... just listen to me."

A few seconds later she moved to the side as a sign telling him to come in. She closed the door after he got in and followed him inside. They sat on the couch, Tig once again at a loss for words since her scent was all up in the air.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so deeply sorry... You don't have to forgive me... I just want to say all the things I've wanted to say to you for so long and... and whether you kick me out of here or not is up to you doll."

She was trying her hardest not to smile at his joke at the end as well as hearing the word doll once again. She couldn't hold a grudge against him and that was the worst part.

"I shouldn't have gotten mad... and yell at you... and call you...", he didn't even want to say the word again, "yeah... I'm sorry. I don't have the right to tell you who you can and can't sleep with."

"We didn't sleep together." she said quietly, looking at her hands and then back at his blue eyes.

"I know baby. I believe you", his hand on both of hers now. "I'm just saying that... even if you did, I wouldn't have the right to be mad... I'm just projecting my insecurities on everyone I see around you. Because they're younger and fitter and more attractive-"

"Tig this isn't-"

"No baby, listen to me..." He sighed and continued after he took his hand away from hers.

"This thing between us... it has to stop."

Her heart dropped. Being fuck buddies wasn't exactly ideal but the thought of never being intimate again with him killed her.

"The truth is that I can't bare the thought of you being with someone else, so if I can't have you all to myself I'd rather not have you at all. I'm tired of feeling like this. It's... it's the healthy thing to do."

She was shocked at his words.

"What?"

"I know making a hard choice that's actually the best for my mental state is not really my thing but I want to try it for a change." he said sarcastically with sad eyes.

"You can have me all to yourself...", she said after a while with a smirk, "...well, as long as you get to be all mine as well."