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A/N: I'm so excited I'm finally doing a request!! I wanted to make another Tig x Clay's daughter but was holding back because I had already done one but when I saw that request I decided to call it fate and write another one anyway lmao. That being said feel free to request anything!

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)?" Bobby raised his voice as (Y/N) was lost in her thoughts while playing with Tig's hair.

Her, Bobby, Tig, Chibs and Juice were sitting around a table in the clubhouse talking about tomorrow's party. (Y/N) had found the chance to play with Tig's wild curls as he was laying his head on his crossed arms on the table. She has always liked Tig and had no intentions of hiding it. Her thoughts were running wild while she was staring at the biker she loved the most when they were disrupted by Bobby.

"Yeah?"

"Are you coming to the party?" the biker repeated for her.

"Nah, I'm gonna be working earlier... also I'm not really in a party mood these days."

"You're working in the evenings again?" Chibs asked her.

"Yeah, we've had tons of work this past month so I had to work a few extra shifts... not that I don't need them."

"Are you going tonight as well?"

"Yeah, in a few hours. And speaking of that I'm gonna need you to give me a ride home in a while Chibs."

"Yes ma'am" he replied with a wink.

"I thought I had the honour to be your private driver here" Tig said sarcastically after he stopped laying his head in his arms on the table.

It was no secret that (Y/N) would always ask him for a ride home and, among everyone, Tig had picked up on it as well.

"Well, you look pretty tired today so I decided to give you a day off."

As much as she wanted to go home with him she didn't want to put him in any extra trouble since she had noticed how tired he looked that day.

"I'm okay, I can give you a ride... if you want to."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

That was all she needed. She couldn't say no to a ride with him when he was the one offering it.

"Okay let's go" she said with a smile as she turned around to look at her seat looking for her jacket. "Shit, where's my jacket?" She was still looking around.

"Maybe you left it at the office" Juice suggested.

She pointed at him indicating that he's probably right since she was there earlier to say hello to Gemma. "Comin' right back."

She had barely exited the room when Tig noticed the weird look on Chibs face.

"What?"

"Dang, you're not even trying be to be subtle anymore, are you?" the Scottish man teased him.

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean, we know the girl's got a thing for ya. I thought you'd never give in... took you long enough honestly."

"Shut up" was the only thing he could think of saying back. The situation was pretty messed up in his head already so he didn't want to talk about it with anyone for now.

"Don't be like that" Bobby was quick to chime in. "She's nice. And she cares about you. We're just making sure you know... so you don't fuck this up brother."

"Yeah ok, of course I know. And I care about her too" he said offended. "I'm just giving her a ride home like I always do. I really don't get these reactions."

"I'm just saying... You sounded a little too eager to me this time" Chibs teased him yet again.

"We don't know what you might have in mind to do once you drop her off" Juice was quick to add and everyone except Tig chuckled.

"It's not funny guys."

"Shit, someone's got a thing for little (Y/N)" Chibs joked again and as everyone was laughing they didn't notice that (Y/N) had just entered the room. She immediately stopped by a wall though the second she realised what they were talking about.

"Y'all are really starting to piss me off" Tig blurted out.

"You know, the angrier you get the more apparent it gets that you like her, so I suggest you just take all that anger of yours and take it out on the lass if you know what I mean" Chibs joked and needless to say (Y/N) froze.

"It's not like that. She's not... like that. She's not the one night stand type of person. Well I don't fucking know what she is but I could never she her like that" Tig started mumbling on his own.

"Oh we know Tiggy" Bobby responded and he just sighed.

"You finally admitted it to yourself, that's a start" Juice teased him and Chibs was quick to join as well:

"Now the only thing left to do is to grow some balls and tell Clay as well."

"Aaand you're back to pissing me off."

"For being a 1%er you're a bit too much of a coward you know."

"I'd like to see you try and tell Clay that- you- a-about her."

"I wouldn't even hesitate. I mean look at her" Juice said with a goofy look on his face before Chibs hit the back of his head lightly.

"It's not the same you idiot. You're younger... and definitely not his sergeant at arms... and not... me! Oh boy!" Tig trembled as he realised the situation he was in.

"All we're saying is that if Clay is the only thing that's holding you back... do something about it. Because it's gonna be worth it. And it'd definitely be a shame if you guys never tried this thing out."

(Y/N) never wanted to hug Chibs as much as this very moment.

"Easier said than done."

"So you're saying that Clay is the only thing that's stopping you."

"Well, yes" Tig replied after a while.

That was everything (Y/N) wanted to hear. She finally coughed to let her presence be known and started walking towards the bikers that had now stopped talking.

"It was at the office" she said while holding her jacket up. "Come on Tiggy, let's go" she said with a warm smile trying not to make it too obvious that she was a little too excited.

Soon they were cruising through the cold night, the warm yellow lights on the side of the road keeping them company. When they stopped at (Y/N)'s driveway she handed him his extra helmet back and thanked him.

"Thank you Tiggy, what would I do without you?" It was supposed to be a joke but the flirting undertone as well as her beautiful smile made him understand the underlying meaning.

"Don't mention it doll."

Suddenly the two over-social individuals were for once left with nothing to say. The awkward silence was growing heavier before she finally found the courage to invite him in.

"Do you have some time to come in?"

"Yeah, sure... What do you need love?"

"Um, nothing really. I was just thinking that we could... hang out for a while."

He knew where this was going yet he still found himself weirded out that she finally had the guts to invite him to spend some time alone.

"Hang out?" he sighed confused.

"I was thinking we could have a drink or something" she almost whispered before she started straightening the collar of his button-up. "I still have a couple of hours until I have to be at work."

He gulped at her seductive tone and sexy look and at this very moment Clay was the last thing he could think about.

"Yeah... yeah, sure." He gulped once again.

His internal monologue was interrupted by (Y/N) that was now sat on the couch by him:

Ok so I'm having a drink with my president's daughter. And we're 'hanging out'. I'm screwed. I am so screwed. I'm fucked. I-

"Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" she asked him all excited.

A movie? A movie means eventually at least cuddling. And cuddling most likely leads to making out and making out-

he was overthinking for a while before he finally answered:

"I- I'm not really in a mood for a movie." He intentionally moved back on the couch further away from her.

"How about that drink you mentioned?"

Alcohol; exactly what he needed right now to relax a bit (but hopefully not too much).

"I... don't think I have any drinks actually."

"You invite me for a drink and you don't have any drinks in the house?" he joked.

"I just needed an excuse to spend some time with you." Her tone was loud and bubbly so that it wouldn't sound too serious and/or awkward.

"Maybe I wouldn't be convinced if I knew there wouldn't be any alcohol involved" he found the courage to joke yet again.

"Isn't my company enough Tiggy?" Her confident smile was making him stare at her unapologetically.

"I never said that."

"Oh you better."

He couldn't help but laugh while shaking his head. "You're so... what's the right word? You always, one way or another, get what you want."

"That's what growing up between bikers does to ya" she smirked. "And my dad's the president."

"He sure is."

"Explains a lot, huh?"

"I don't think it's just that. I feel like it's part of your nature. Like, you'd turn out like this anyway."

"Do I take that as a compliment?" she asked confused.

He laughed and nodded.

"Seriously though, I don't always get what I want. I'm not that spoiled."

"I didn't mean-"

"Yeah I know, I'm just saying that that's how people perceive me sometimes."

It was true. The 'Princess of SAMCRO' that always had a bunch of scary bikers to have her back; That's how it looked like from the outside.

"I can't have lot of things that I want" she said softly while looking at him.

I don't have YOU. And I want you. I need you.

"And sometimes things that look good from the outside are the source of everything bad in my life."

"What does that mean?" he asked with care.

She didn't want to be too specific but she also really didn't expect a follow-up question.

"The club. I know that it's my family and that you guys always have my back but... it perplexes things so much in my life. I always see the people I love get hurt and even I get in trouble and hurt sometimes. And some of the dirty looks you get from the people in town... I'm not as tough as I look. Shit gets to me."

"I'm so sorry you go through that love. You don't deserve it. You- You were born into this." He sighed. "Next time anyone treats you badly or even gives you a slightly weird look hit me up, I know many ways and places to hide bodies" he told her to lighten up the mood.

She laughed and the only thing that was running through her mind right now was kissing him.

"That's why you're my favourite Tiggy" she smiled.

"Your favourite, huh? Chibs is not gonna be happy if he hears this."

She couldn't help but laugh at his joke. "Chibs is like my uncle though. You know what I mean."

"I'm older than Chibs."

"It doesn't have to do with age."

He just dry-coughed and needless to say none of them were ready for the silence that followed.

"And you're my favourite because you always have my back and protect me... and look after me when I'm sad. You care for me in your own little ways and... I find it adorable."

She smiled at him and his heart melted. At this point she had gotten much closer to him staring at his eyes and then his lips.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked her, his tone low and seductive.

"What am I doing?" She was getting dangerously close to him now.

"Don't act like you don't know."

"I'm doing it because you don't."

"You know why I don't."

Silence for a while. They were still close to each other, looking at each other's lips and then each other's eyes.

"He doesn't have to know" she whispered seductively, brushing her finger on his check.

He gulped but once some sense got into him he slowly grabbed her hand and took it away from his face.

"(Y/N), I can't."

She looked down. "Fuck my dad. Fuck him. He doesn't control me... or you. We're both adults. All my life-"

"It doesn't work like this and you know it. I'm his sergeant at arms. The person he trusts the most. And he's the president. A-And I'm double your fucking age" he was referring to all the reasons why this wasn't a good idea.

"Don't fight it baby, we both want this" she was getting her lips closer to his again. "Kiss me."

He would be able to resist her if her perfume wouldn't make his stomach turn. Or if her velvet touch hadn't started heading south. Or maybe if her lips didn't look so irresistible.

But they did. Kissing them was his only option. All the previous resistance had now done a 180 and became a hungry desire to feel as much of her as possible. He was cupping her face with his hands as his mouth was exploring hers passionately.

They only pulled back when they were totally out of breath.

The look they shared was an indication as to where this was going. She was leaning back in order to lay on the couch and her hand was behind his neck. He was looking at her like she was something sacred. Her sudden vulnerability head that effect on him.

Needless to say, (Y/N) was already thinking of calling in sick at work.

A/N: Also I'm thinking of making a part two stay tuned!!

click here for part 1 or part 2

summary: Clay finds out about what happened between his daughter (Y/N) and Tig at the party, so the two get to have an inevitable conversation.

Soon they were outside Gemma's house, the cold breeze making (Y/N) rub her arms with her hands to produce some heat. They saw most of the other guys' bikes parked outside, realising that almost everyone was already there.

"I'm afraid your step momma might actually kill us. We're a little late." the tall man said before they entered the house greeting and hugging everyone.

He saw her hugging Chibs and kissing his cheek, then she hugged Juice, then Happy... Why did she kiss Chibs? why did her hug with Juice last a little longer than the others? why did she smile so wide as soon as she saw Happy? he thought. Am I jealous? Yes, I am jealous. Shut up, he continued his internal monologue, she's always been like that with the guys, don't do this to yourself.

His thoughts were interrupted when Clay and Jax showed up, the last ones to do so.

(Y/N) greeted and hugged them with a bright smile on her face, whispering that Gemma's gonna be mad since they were late, making her stepbrother laugh out loud and give her a kiss on the cheek.

A few minutes later they were all seated around the big table, after Gemma and some bikers helped her put all the food on it. (Y/N) took a seat next to her favourite curly-haired biker, trying not to overthink the fact that her dad, Clay, was seated a little too close to them. The atmosphere was cheerful, everyone was relaxed yet ecstatic to be enjoying each other's company after a few chaotic weeks of misfortunes. Loud conversations and laughter filled the dining room. Conversation was flowing perfectly, especially after some glasses of wine and beer. Meanwhile smiles, laughs and flirty jokes were exchanged between (Y/N) and Tig occasionally, trying not to make it so obvious that they would rather be in the next room doing each other, as shallow as it sounds.

"Did you actually make them film that?", (Y/N) asked the bikers, since they were talking about one of their Cara Cara porn movies.

"Yup, it was my idea", Bobby said, "Tig helped though."

"Of course he did", (Y/N) giggled.

"The mind of a business man baby" Tig joked. The last word sounded a little too nice in (Y/N)'s ears.

"The mind of someone that should be banned from turning their sexual fantasies into movies", her witty reply made everyone laugh.

"Whatever. You guys can't appreciate high quality porn", the biker complained.

"I have to say though, it is one of our most successful films to date", Lyla added making Tig raise his hands in a "told you" motion.

"I think I've heard enough about Tig's fantasies, who's gonna help me serve dessert?" Gemma said after a while.

"I will." (Y/N) sighed after only Lyla had offered to help and rolled her eyes at the bikers.

"I can help you as well", Juice offered after (Y/N) did and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, recieving weird looks from Tig and Clay.

Soon almost everyone was served, Juice bringing the last plates with cake to the table.

"Can I get some help here?" he almost begged (Y/N), trying to balance three plates on his hands.

"No." She answered sarcastically before actually helping him and as soon as she sat down, Juice grabbed some whipped cream from his cake with his index finger and spread it on (Y/N)'s nose.

She opened her mouth in shock unable to say a word and then tried to do the same to him. He was fast to grab her wrist and they had a playful fight for a few seconds that ended with both their noses covered in whipped cream and everyone laughing.

Well, almost everyone. Tig was watching the events unfold next to him with a straight face, trying not to punch Juice in the face, as he felt his own face turning red from anger, as well as his clenched fist.

"Is there... is there anything going on between these two?" Clay asked loud enough only for Tig to hear.

"I don't know man. He better stay away from her.", Tig leaned to the head of the table where Clay was sitting.

"You're around them more often than I am. Haven't you noticed anything? At the party yesterday... he was with you two, right?"

"He was... yeah." Tig stuttered, hating the fact that the conversation was heading towards the party.

"Nothing happened... between them I mean", Tig added since he saw Clay's angry face.

"That 'sleeping at Jax's dorm' story better not be total bullshit or I'll kill them both."

Tig gulped, a worried expression on his face for quite some time now.

"She did sleep at Jax's, don't worry. I took her to his bed cause she was a little drunk. She was asleep before I even left the room... We were all very tired, so..." he lied.

Clay's angry face calming down a little bit.

The evening continued with more laughs and slow chatting, since everyone was starting to get a bit tired. The conversation was now focused around their croweaters. They were talking about a tall redhead.

"Smokin' hot." Chibs smirked. "and she knows what she's doing.", the Scottish man felt the need to add.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "She's actually a really nice girl. Pretty funny if I say so myself... and polite. You guys would know that if you actually spent more than half a minute talking to these girls before getting them to bed."

"I don't know about talking but her mouth was pretty good at doing other stuff last night" Jax said almost too proudly.

"Jackson stop it." Gemma told her son before Clay spoke:

"Last night? At the clubhouse party?"

"Yeah" Jax was quick to respond.

Tig and (Y/N) only now realising that they were pretty much fucked. Done. Dead. They were too afraid to look at each other but they could still imagine the look on each other's faces. (Y/N)'s cheeks were red.

"Didn't (Y/N) sleep with you last night after the party?" Clay asked Jax clearly worried. Jax didn't say anything. He just turned to face his stepsister with a confused face. Everyone else was silent. Clay looked at his daughter's direction while she was looking down, scared and embarrassed.

"(Y/N). The truth. Now." The angry father looked at her and then Juice. After a few seconds of silence he remembered what Tig had told him, how he said that he took her to Jax's bed, realising it was all a lie. He slowly turned his head to face Tig. The look of sudden realisation on Clay's face made the other man gulp in fright.

"You fucking bastard" Clay said, the calmness of his voice scary and intimidating.

"My daughter? Seriously? My kid?" he yelled while standing up.

"I... I didn't-" Tig tried to speak while standing up as well, taking a few steps back.

"You screwed my fucking kid, you goddamned son of a bitch." The punch that followed was inevitable.

The curly-haired man almost fell to the ground. He didn't resist the hit or any of the others that followed. His shame was greater than any attempt his inner self tried to make to explain himself. Everything happened in seconds; Tig on the ground, Clay either punching or kicking him, some of the guys trying to stop the fight. Screaming was the only background noise.

"Dad stop!" (Y/N) yelled right before the other bikers managed to keep Clay from kicking Tig to death. Clay had his hands on his hips now, and his back turned against the other people there.

Meanwhile Gemma left the room with Tig to take care of his wounds.

"I know this is your fault too. This is not finished." Clay yelled back at (Y/N) after turning to face her.

"What fault? Nothing happened." she added, emphasising the last sentence.

"Don't fuck with me (Y/N)" he said, his tone horrifyingly calm.

"He just let me sleep on his bed", she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, "we were very drunk, I was too tired and couldn't go home on a bike... I was just a pain in the ass and he was being nice. Nothing happened. we just slept on the same bed." she cried out almost whispering, not mentioning the fact that she asked him to undress her, one of the few things her memory regained from that drunk night.

"If you swear that's what happened then why didn't you tell me? Why did you have to come up with this whole story that you slept at Jax's?" Clay was still yelling despite his daughter's tears.

"Because I knew this would happen." she yelled back, refering to the fight that had been going on for the past few minutes.

Clay didn't have anything else to say. He left and went to his and Gemma's bedroom.

(Y/N) sat on a chair by the table, her face buried in her hands, still crying.

Jax sat on a chair next to her and turned his face closer to his stepsister:

"Is it true?"

(Y/N) looked up, almost offended.

"Yes... Jax, oh my god. Nothing happened.", her tone calm.

Her brother asking her if she was telling the truth was the last thing she expected. She got up and exited the house. Next thing she knew she was sitting on the steps outside the front door, tears streaming down her face during this cold night. She couldn't help but think how all of this happened just because they got to share a bed, and needless to say she wanted something much more than that to happen between her and Tig. She wanted him to be entirely hers. Sleep next to him every night for the rest of her life, breathing in his scent. Kissing him every morning before leaving for work. Take care of him and let him take care of her. Let him completely in. She wanted him to be a part of her chaotic life and couldn't help but think of all the consequences this would have. My dad would kill him. He would kill us both.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone's steps behind her. It was the only person she wanted to see at that moment.

"Hey, I just wanted to check up on you... If you want to be left alone I-" Tig started talking but was soon interrupted by her:

"No it's okay. Will you sit with me?"

He nodded and did as he was told. She only just got to see his face better, as it was close to hers. His ocean-blue eyes weren't the first thing she noticed on him for once. Instead his wounds, blood and eye that was already starting to get bruised, stole the show.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry this happened to you. This is all my fault.", tears filling her eyes once again.

"Don't say that baby."

Air blowing through leaves was the only thing audible for a while.

"None of this would've happened if I wasn't an immature stubborn little bitch. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry Tig." her voice cracked while she was trying to stop crying.

"Stop blaming yourself... I'm the one that didn't get out of bed after you slept. I had promised you to do that."

"I hate this." she said after a few seconds of silence. "We could be sitting here all night taking the blame off each other just because of our guilt. Guilt that shouldn't even be here in the first place. He acts like... he owns me or something. I'm an adult for fuck's sake and I'm tired of my dad controlling my life." she let out a deep sigh. "Take me away from here Tig. Anywhere you want. Just far from here. Please."

Moments later they were cruising through the night on his bike. It was a cold evening but she didn't care; his body was keeping her warm. She could ride with him forever. He could ride with her forever. His mind focused on her delicate arms that were wrapped around his waist. Soon they stopped on the side of the road, at a spacious area with a few trees overlooking the entire city. Colourful lights shining through the landscape below them. It was the perfect place to get their mind off things. She'd never been there before and couldn't help but wonder if that was a spot Tig visited often. Maybe you're a romantic one Tigger, who would've thought?

He got off his bike but she didn't. She just turned her whole body to the side, in order to face him, her legs dangling from the side of the big Harley.

"Do you like it?" he asked her, while leaning on the bike.

"It's better than anything I would have ever imagined." she smiled at him, her eyes glistening in the night.

She was perfect in his eyes. Fuck you for being able to make me forget that your father almost killed me a few minutes ago, he thought. Fuck. I could cross the whole world for that smile. I would kill just so that smile would never leave your face.

"Thank you for doing all this for me. I just want you to know that I don't take it for granted." (Y/N) said as if she had done something wrong.

"I'm just making sure you're ok. I would do the same for anyone."

Taking care of her when she was drunk, letting her sleep on his bed, going against Clay and taking her to his favourite spot in town, where he only went alone; No, he wouldn't do that for anyone. He knew that but wasn't ready to admit it. Neither to her or himself.

"I mean it Tig. And not just for what you did today. You always take care of me... make sure I'm alright. I really appreciate it. And after all you've done for me, the only thing I'm able to do is drag you into this mess."

"Have you ever thought that maybe I got dragged into this mess on my own?" he said after a while. "That I like being part of your mess?... well sometimes."

They both laughed at the biker's joke. She was waiting for him to get closer but he didn't do it. Instead he turned his face away from her and looked at the view below them.

She was so frustrated. He would always do that. Flirt and then run away. She knew he was in a difficult situation but the sexual tension was starting to get unbearable. She knew she was the one that had to do something; find the courage and do it. Maybe I would if you'd at least look at my direction.

"If it wasn't for Clay, would you at least consider it?" she asked, her mumbling almost inaudible.

He didn't need to ask her. He knew what she was talking about. The older man took a while before answering. "I consider it every day." He turned his whole body around to face her. His sad eyes tried to maintain eye contact.

His answer took her by surprise and with everything being spilled like that, she wasn't afraid anymore. "I'd say... I wish things were different but they don't have to be." She whispered. Then she took all the courage she had left in her body and put her hand on top of his, as it was resting on the bike's seat. She was waiting for a reaction. If he pulls his hand away I start running and never come back to Charming again. Yup sounds like a plan. What she didn't notice while overthinking was Tig getting closer and closer to her. They were looking at each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. His senses overtook his reasoning. Next thing he knows he's pulled into her by what felt like an her external force and his lips lightly brushed with hers. She kissed him back. Soft and calm, taking in the feeling of something they were both anticipating for so long. Both his hands were on the sides of her face now. She pulled back and rested her forehead on his.

"I don't care what anyone says. I wanna be with you. I want you." her warm breath on his parted lips.

"I wanted this for so long" he whispered, his voice full of lust. He quickly positioned his body between her legs and started kissing her hungrily, as if he was touch-starved for months, which was definitely not true. "Oh baby" he whispered again, between kisses. It sounded desperate and needy yet sad. All their self-control was long gone. The only thing they could care about is taste and feel the forbidden. He put both his hands on each of her thighs and started lifting her short dress along his way up. Her hands were on his back, feeling his kutte, and soon she pressed her fingertips against it as a soft moan escaped her lips. He had grabbed her behind, his hands underneath her panties, and her satisfying moan made him smirk into the passionate kiss. He pulled back and tried to calm his breathing pattern.

"Take me home Tiggy. Let's take this some place more private."

A/N: That was the last part!! I hope you liked this mini series. Any feedback is highly appreciated 🤍

Summary: When (Y/N) tells the Sons she wants to work at Cara Cara they think she means as a porn actress.

(Y/N) was so excited to finally be at the clubhouse again after a busy week of not seeing the guys and Gemma. She was like family to them and they all missed her when she wasn't able to visit them often. As she walked into the garage she saw Jax and Opie sitting at the picnic tables having a conversation, before they both looked up to see her. A warm smile immediately lit up her face as she got closer to them giving them both a tight hug.

"Hey guys. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever" she whined, dragging the last word.

"I don't think that's our fault" Jax said teasing her and making her giggle.

"Shut up you know I'm busy", she began trying to justify why she hadn't seen them in over a week. "How have you guys been?"

They had been talking for a while, telling her all their news about their club business, the other guys and their families, before she got up and announced that she'll head to the clubhouse to greet the other guys too. Jax and Opie started following her inside as well, when they heard her squeal in excitement as she saw most of the other guys sitting at the bar and the couches. She lifted her arms up with a smile and gave everyone a warm hug while they were all greeting her with excited screams like little kids. Soon she was sitting at one of the stools by the bar.

"To what do we owe this honour, beautiful?" Tig asked with a sarcastic tone.

"You guys act like I don't work a 9 to 5 job, 5 days a week, and that's without the extra hours."

"Those 'extra hours' are getting a little too frequent, don't you think? Do you want us to have a few words with that fucker boss of yours?", Chibs questioned her trying not to sound too serious even though he knew they would actually do that for her if she agreed to.

"There's no need to..." she replied with an awkward smile on her face before she continued, "I confronted him..."

"Oh god..." Juice sighed, knowing you could get pretty intimidating while arguing with someone. The other guys laughed.

"No it's not like that. I was polite... at first."

"I can help you bury the body if you haven't taken care of that yet." Happy winked at her making everyone burst into laughs once again.

"Motherfucker's alive and well. I'm the one that would rather be buried right now."

Everyone's weird, confused looks and raised eyebrows made her clear up her last statement: "I got fired is what I'm trying to say here."

"Okay guys let's go, I hope you're all carrying" Bobby joked.

"I mean, I hated the job but it paid well. And now I have to look for a new one and I've been so anxious the last few days." she said after a while desperately.

"You could help at one of our businesses, if that works for you babe" Tig said concerned.

"Work with you? As what? Testing your guns and coke?" she raised her eyebrow.

"Don't act like you don't know we're going legit babe" Jax said with a smirk, putting his arm around her shoulders.

"He seriously asked her to work at the porn studio guys, start running." Chibs exclaimed.

(Y/N)'s confused facial expression turned into a frown of concentration. "Wait, actually that's not a bad idea... I could do that, I think. I mean if you guys want to of course."

More confused looks filled the room.

"It's not that we don't think you're... qualified... we just... are you sure you want to do this?" Juice paused every once in a while, trying to find the right words.

"Yeah. I mean working for a porn studio isn't exactly the thing to add to your resume but I don't care. It can be long-term and I hope you guys pay good, you know I have experience."

"This is different (Y/N). It's professional." Juice talked again. A worried expression on her face now.

"As much as we would all love to see you dressed up as a sexy schoolgirl with a short skirt and glasses fucking your classmates, we want to protect you... you have to think more about this. Seriously." Jax said, being the overprotective friend that he is.

A smile accompanied with a loud laugh replaced the forwn on her face.

"You guys are fucking idiots." The confusion around her reaching its peak.

"I don't wanna be a porn actress." she couldn't even finish her sentence, still laughing. "I wanna work at the office. You know, the financial department."

"Ohhhhhh..." everything finally made sense to the Sons.

"I'm very flattered that you actually considered it though." (Y/N) joked.

"Why didn't you say something? What the fuck were we supposed to think?" Jax chuckled.

"I thought it was obvious you idiots. You know, I have a little thing called an economics degree... and a few years of experience." she said with a tone of irony.

"You have more years of experience with-"

"JAX!" she cut him off and all the guys laughed.

"It's a deal then!" Tig said all excited. "If you change your mind though and want to work in front of the camera you just have to tell us." he winked.

"Yeah totally. We have this new idea for a movie. I think you'd be perfect for it. Hope you're into bondage." Juice said sarcastically and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

"You're gonna have to go through a casting process though. I'm the casting director, just so you know." Bobby laughed, making everyone chuckle.

"That's it I'm leaving." she threatened them.

"Relax, relax. We're joking.", Jax said, his arm still around her.

"I'd be the one responsible for the casting if you came for an audition."

click here for part II

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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click here for part II