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Summary: (Y/N) and Tig have both feelings for each other but they're too afraid to try and make this work for various reasons. The most important one for him: the fact that she is Clay's daughter. One night though they both get drunk at a SAMCRO party and one thing leads to another.

"There's no way you actually did that brother. That's a lil too wild even for you." Chibs said to Tig between laughs, his voice raised so that he'd be heard through the music and loud noise of chatter in the clubhouse. It was a Saturday night; the place was filled with sons, croweaters and friends of the club for one of their usual parties. There was a sense of recklessness in the air; a feeling of freedom. The sons had just scored a great deal after weeks of endless runs, adventures and misfortunes so their sense of relief allowed them to have the time of their lives and unwind.

Chibs, Tig, (Y/N) and Juice were all sat around a table drinking, laughing and sharing funny stories... but mostly drinking. The fun atmosphere encouraged them to have a couple more drinks than they normally would, so at this point in the night you would expect them to be laughing about absolutely nothing and trying to make sense of their thoughts to actually form them into sentences.

"He's telling the truth; I was there" Juice said while laughing.

"You had the honor to witness that?" (Y/N) blurted out sarcastically.

"Unfortunately a lot of us did" Juice replied.

Laughs filling the table once again.

Tig was describing one of his "odd" sexual experiences at one of their parties a few months ago.

"The best part though... She later asked for my gun to-" Tig was (fortunately) cut mid sentence by (Y/N): "OH-kay, I really don't think I wanna know how this story continues. I'll go get us more drinks" she said with a smile.

"Hurry up though. You wanna know how it ends" Juice yelled.

Soon she was back with another bottle that after a while was almost gone too. Their chat was interrupted by Clay, (Y/N)'s father. "(Y/N) baby, me and Gem are going home, come on we'll drop you at your house"

"Actually I'm planning on staying for a little longer"

Clay didn't like the sound of that, which was visible on his face.

"I'll be fine" she said to reassure him while trying to hide how drunk she was.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood. Ask one of the guys to give you a ride home when you wanna leave. The least drunk one... Please." Clay said making the rest burst out laughing. "Ok dad thanks. See you tomorrow" she replied with a bright smile on her face, her eyes tired.

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A couple hours later the clubhouse was almost empty. The wild party felt like it was a daydream that was now gone. Bobby was sat at a bar stool, almost asleep, talking with a prospect and Happy was sleeping on a couch with an also sleeping croweater on top of him. The only source of noise in the room was Tig, Chibs, Juice and (Y/N) still enjoying each other's company.

"Alright guys I think I'm going to bed" Juice said quietly while rubbing his face. His eyes looked tired. "We should all go lads, it's getting too late" Chibs said.

"You guys are such party poopers come on you can't leave now" (Y/N) said dragging the last word while putting her arms around Chibs' neck. "Don't leave me now Chiby" she practically whispered with a whining tone on her voice, as she started kissing his cheek multiple times, clearly too drunk. "Chiby?" Tig laughed. "I'm double your age kid, which means I have half your energy. I honestly don't know how I'm still up. Should've been dreaming a long time now" Chibs replied to (Y/N) while standing up after Juice. "Make sure to drive her home Tiggy. We don't want the president angry with us" Chibs looked at Tig and he nodded. They soon were out of sight.

"Can you believe these guys?" (Y/N) mumbled, her face buried in her bent arms on the table, eyes closed.

"Come on we gotta take you home" Tig said.

"Nooooo, don't be like them"

"How do I always get myself into this shit?" Tig asked himself after he sighed. "Come on we promised Clay we would take you home and I don't think I can stay up much longer. Let's go." He continued.

"I'm not going anywhere. I only agreed with him so he would leave me the fuck alone."

"Oh boy" Tig said while thinking that Clay was going to kill him.

"Come on babe you're almost asleep"

(Y/N) mumbled something the biker couldn't understand.

"Ahhh shit... Come on you'll sleep in my dorm" Tig sighed, making (Y/N) all excited before he continued "I'll pass out on one of the couches here."

At this point (Y/N) was stood up, the dizziness hitting her even harder now. "Shit" she put her left hand on her eyes and the right one on the table trying to regain her balance. "At least take me to your dorm because I don't even think I'm capable of doing that right now" she laughed and pulled his hand trying to get him off the couch.

Her thoughts were blury. She knew what she was trying to do but she was caught between not wanting to do it drunk and knowing that she wouldn't have the courage to initiate anything sober. She had a crush on Tig for as long as she could remember. His humour, his confidence, his experience, the way he cares so much about the people he loves and his loyalty to them... Everything about him seemed perfect to her even though she knew he was a man far from "perfect". He made mistakes but always tried to make it right in the end. The constant flirting between the two was driving her insane because he still hadn't make a move but she was catching herself too often thinking that this is how Tig is, getting all frustrated. He flirts with every woman he comes across so she thought that she was nothing special to him. As much as she was dying to make a move to catch his reaction, feel his touch, his hair, his bare skin on hers, only the thought of it was giving her anxiety. Not only because he was so experienced and thought that she didn't stand a chance with him, but also because of Clay. She knew that if anything ever happened between her and Tig, her father would kill him and that's not a figure of speech. But now that embarrassment and fear had been long gone after all those drinks, it was the perfect chance. Just the fact that she asked him to take her to his dorm was beyond anything she was able to do sober.

Tig put an her arm over his shoulders to keep her on her feet and walked with her across the long hallway. He opened the door of his dorm and the second they stepped in (Y/N) walked towards the bed and fell lightly on it, a cute smile on her face as she lied there, her comfort almost visible as her eyes were closed.

He stood there with his arms on his waist and let out a sigh of relief. He watched the street lights peeking through the blinds casting shadows on her body; colourful shapes on her bare legs and short black dress. He could stand there watching her for an eternity. Her hair all messy now that she was lying there, her curves being hugged by her tight dress that was now rising dangerously and her beautiful smile making his legs even weaker than they were because of his tiredness.

After a few seconds that felt like hours he heard her mumble "Help me change Tiggy."

"I- I'm-" he stuttered. Drunk (Y/N) knew what she was doing to him and she was, needless to say, very amused. "Shit shit shit shit.", the only thing drunk Tig could think right now.

"What's taking so long Trager?"

He couldn't say anything. He just swallowed loudly and walked slowly towards her, as she was laying on the bed facing the ceiling, her hands thrown up in a weird position. He took off her shoes and then slowly made his way up her body as he put his hand under her trying to find the dress's zip. After what felt like a century to him he finally found it and unzipped it as his hand was sliding down her back. Her dress now looking more loose on her shoulders revealing her black bra straps. As he was struggling to take it off, he heard her chuckle, her eyes still closed.

"For the amount of times you've done this I thought it would be way easier for you" she said sarcastically making him laugh as well. He stood back taking in the full view only now realising that the woman of his dreams was laying in her underwear on his bed... and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Wait what are you changing into exactly?" he asked, the alcohol only now letting him think about this detail.

"One of your shirts" she smirked.

He took a deep breath and started looking through his drawers finally finding a white SAMCRO t-shirt.

"You're lucky I actually did my laundry recently"

"Goodnight doll" he said softly after he helped her put the shirt on.

"Where are you going?" she whined, her voice all needy, turning him on even more.

"I'm sleeping on the couch, remember?"

She had actually forgotten about it.

"Nooo don't leave me alone" her voice sexier than before. She held his hand and pulled him lightly, since he was standing next to the bed.

"What if the Mayans attack the clubhouse while we're all asleep and I'm here all alone and unprotected. If I die it's your fault." she mumbled sarcastically as her drunk brain was trying to find some funny excuses.

"We've had peace with the Mayans for almost a year now love."

"Ok what if the police come in and see that I'm drunk and they arrest me and I go to jail for all my life" she whined.

"(Y/N)... babe... you can't go to jail for being drunk. Also you're not underage... for quite some time now actually"

"Can you stop trying to find logic in what I'm saying and just come lay with me for while?" she said almost too angry compared to her tone prior.

"Just stay here until I fall asleep and then you can go try to find some couch to sleep on next to Bobby or a croweater if you're lucky" she paused.

"Please" she begged him as she opened her eyes meeting his. He couldn't resist her. He knew that but was trying to convince himself otherwise. Everything that was holding him back disappeared after they made eye contact. He took his kutte and shoes off and got in bed trying to avoid looking at her out of shame even though she was the one that asked him to do so. She caught him off guard when she got closer to him and laid on his chest. Both of them drowning in each other's smell and touch now. His guilt was trying to take over as well as his fear of Clay finding out, but eventually her fingertips moving slowly on his chest, only the thin fabric of his shirt separating her fingers and his skin, made him forget about everything.

A few seconds later he heard her sweet voice once again. "Your shirt smells like cigarettes." It was true. Too many people were smoking at the party earlier and they both spent most of their time inside the clubhouse. She started unbuttoning it. He didn't say anything in his defense this time. He was enjoying it. Her fingertips brushing through his bare chest for the first time. He knew that even if he tried he wouldn't be able to say a word so he didn't fight it. She helped him take his shirt off and laid in their previous position, her lying on his chest, only this time his hand was hugging her waist. He felt her bare thigh on top of his legs. He was hard for quite some time now and needless to say that didn't help the situation at all. He didn't want to initiate anything more though. As much as he wanted this, he didn't want to take advantage of the fact that she was drunk. And he didn't want for them to not even remember the first time they had sex. For now he could only relax and enjoy the fact that her warm body was pressed against his.

"What's your favourite colour Tiggy?" she blurted out all of a sudden.

"What?" the question took him by surprise.

"You heard me."

"um... Black... I guess"

"Ok. What are your top three favourite colours? In order."

"Black... red... blue" he said with a raised eyebrow, pausing after each word taking some time to think.

"Why are you asking me this shit?" He asked quietly before finding the courage to remove his hand from her waist and start stroking her hair.

"I don't know... I feel like people are so caught up in their miserable adult lives they sometimes forget to sit back, unwind and just ask the people they love what their top three favourite colours are." The people they love. "Does that make sense?" she asked him.

"...No." he laughed.

"Well what if you wanted to buy someone a gift and you don't know what to get them. I'm sure knowing their top three favourite colours would help tremendously."

He laughed once again at how drunk yet adorable she was.

"Why are there more chances to know someone's life problems than the colours the find pretty? What if I was getting you a gift and I found a red shirt and a blue shirt? Now I know that I would get you the red one since red is your number two but blue is your number three." She said looking up to face him, raising the inner parts of her eyebrows unconsciously.

"Doll... have you ever... seen me wear a red shirt... ONCE?" he said trying to hide away laughs.

"Shut up" she whined, still looking at him.

"You are the most adorable human I've ever had the chance to meet" was all he was able to say while smiling. As she wasn't breaking eye contact though his smile faded. He took all the courage he had left in him and kissed her, afraid of her reaction. She kissed him back only to pull away a few seconds later, look into his clear blue eyes and lay on his chest again later on after a moment of silence. "You need to reconsider your top three favourite colours".

She was asleep a few minutes later. He knew cause he could hear her breathing being slower than before. He agreed to lay with her untill she fell asleep but he couldn't find himself to leave the warmth their two bodies had produced. He fell asleep a few minutes after her while stroking her arm.

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"mmmm" (Y/N) groaned the morning after while she started waking up. She realised she wasn't home. "Shit" she mumbled. And then she realised who she was lying next to. "Shit shit shit" the only thing running through her mind was why she was sleeping next to Tig while they were both half naked and she was wearing one of his shirts. She couldn't remember most of last night. She was lying face down, now wiggling around in order to lift her upper body and rest on her elbows.

Her moving around woke Tig up.

"Mornin' doll" he said with a smile and sleepy eyes while stretching his arms.

"Tig, why are we half naked?" her voice full of worry. "What happened? Did we...? Did we have sex last night?"

"What? No" he answered quickly. "Don't you remember anything?"

"No" she hesitated.

The first thing that came to his mind was the tender kiss they shared last night, not knowing if he was disappointed or relieved that she did not remember it.

"We're half naked because you said my shirt smelled like cigarettes..."

"Okay I can believe that."

"And you weren't comfortable in your dress so you wore one of my shirts" he said, completely skipping the part where she asked him to undress her.

"Ok." she sighed with relief.

"Did I do anything embarrassing?"

"You were begging Chibs not to go to bed while kissing his cheek repeatedly" he replied after he took some time thinking.

"I would do that even if I was sober."

"Still embarrassing..." they both laughed.

"Do you seriously not remember a thing?" he asked after a while all serious.

"The last thing I remember was my dad telling me to ask one of you guys to drive me home"

"Yeah I tried to make that happen but your stubborn ass had different plans"

(Y/N) laughed.

"And this is why Clay's gonna chop my head off."

"Think positive could've been your dick."

"I'm serious (Y/N)."

"Seriously? I'm tired of my dad acting like I'm some kid all the time. I'm an adult and I wanted to party. Where I slept is none of his business. Besides he's not even gonna see me here. I'm just gonna go home in a while and that's it... he's not gonna see me unless he has camped outside my house or something."

"Doesn't even sound too far fetched to me if I'm being honest" Tig said and (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh.

"I'll go get changed" she said before she grabbed her dress that was carefully put on a chair and headed to the bathroom. Tig couldn't help but think how she was okay with him undressing her last night but she wouldn't even feel comfortable putting her dress on in front of him today. He knew that it was mostly because of the alcohol. He couldn't help but think how all of her actions last night was just her being horny, because of the booze, in front of the first man she came across, not some kind of confession he had hoped for. "She was blurting out bullshit cause she was drunk" he thought. "Hell, she would be willing to fuck any adult with a dick last night and I just happened to be there." His thoughts were interrupted by her getting out of the bathroom.

"You can take a shower if you want." he told her.

"Nah... I'll head home, sleep some more, then take a shower there when I wake up... Thank you though."

He nodded and smiled.

"You're coming to Gemma's dinner thing tonight, yeah?" he asked her once she was almost out the door

"Do I even have a choice?" she laughed.

"Guess not... Do you need a ride home?"

"It's ok. I'll ask one of the guys that are already up to give me a ride. Get some rest." she said lovingly.

Clay had just arrived at the clubhouse and was talking to Juice about something the club had to take care of. He asked him to do some digging online about the subject and hit his back in a friendly manner.

"Who drove (Y/N) home yesterday?" the overprotective father suddenly remembered to ask Juice.

"I don't know man. We were up till pretty late last night. Me and Chibs headed to bed and she was left with Tig so probably him."

"Good." was the only thing Clay said. It is known that he trusts Tig the most so he was happy to hear that... until he saw her walking into the bar area of the clubhouse wearing yesterday's clothes. She only now looked up to see him.

"Shit." she whispered to herself.

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