Description: You and Tig are getting ready for Bobby's welcome home party.

"Tig, baby," I said, walking into the kitchen where he was cleaning up the dishes from dinner.

"Yeah," he said, turning to me.

"Did you still wanna go to the party?" I asked.

"Should probably at least make an appearance," he said. "We're not expecting Bobby for a couple more hours though."

Tonight was Bobby's welcome home from jail party. He was doing time for a hit out in Oakland that got butchered, but tonight he was coming home.

"I just wanted to double check before I started getting ready," I said. He nodded and kissed my lips before I turned and headed off towards the bathroom. I started with my hair, releasing it from the braids I'd done after my shower that morning. I was just running errands and cleaning today anyways so I figured I'd braid my hair and have less to worry about while I got ready.

I smiled at the gentle waves that fell to about the middle of my back. I sprayed them a little and added a few bobby pins to keep it out of my face.

I started in on my makeup, humming to myself a little. I decided to start with my eyes so when I inevitably messed up, I could wipe it off without worrying about the rest of my face.

"How's it going in here baby?" Tig asked.

"Good," I said with a smile at him. He was standing in the doorway of our bathroom shirtless and staring at me.

"Like what ya see?" I asked as I paused with my brush still in the pan.

"Hell yes," he said. He made his way over to me and wrapped his arms around my torso. He pushed my hair out of his way and started kissing my neck.

"Babe," I said as I continued my makeup.

"What?" He paused his lips on the skin of my neck.

"Please stop cause I don't feel like getting chewed out by Gemma for missing this party and I really don't want to spend the night in lockup because of the fight that would ensue."

"Fine, but after the party that ass is mine," he said, slapping my ass as he moved away from me and I returned to my makeup.

"What?" I asked with a nervous giggle as he stared at me. I was applying a shimmer champagne color to my eyelids. I'd decided for a more neutral makeup look so I stood out from the croweaters a bit better.

"You're really good with that shit," he said. "I know I always tell you I'd prefer to throw it all away because you're naturally stunning, but you're really good with it and you look amazing."

"Thanks Tig," I said, quickly going to kiss his lips. I returned to my spot in front of the mirror and finished up my eye makeup, wiping away the fallout with a wipe. I decided against eyeliner for the day because I wasn't feeling the most steady. I moved on to applying my face makeup as Tig continued to watch me.

"Want me to teach you or something?" I asked, turning with my primer in my hands still.

"No, I just enjoy admiring you and I know how much you love makeup so that makes it even better." I smiled at him and turned back to the mirror.

As I was fanning my setting spray down about twenty minutes later, Tig walked up behind me again, this time slipping something from the pocket of his jeans and around my neck. I looked down at the necklace, a simple gold letter T.

"Babe," I said, spinning to look at him.

"I saw you admiring it when we were shopping for your sisters birthday a couple weeks ago and I went back a few days later to get it for you and I've been waiting for the right time to give it to you."

"You're the best," I said, standing on my tiptoes and kissing him. He quickly tried to deepen the kiss as he picked me up and sat me on the counter.

"We have to go get dressed and head to the clubhouse," I said. He nodded and we headed off towards our closet.

"Baby," I said, holding up two outfits. One was a black lace romper. The other was a black crop top and snake print skirt combo.

"Lace," he said. I nodded and slid into the romper.

"Tig," I said, struggling to zip the back.

"Of course baby," he said. He zipped the back up and before long we were headed out to the clubhouse on his bike.

When we arrived, pretty much everyone was a few drinks in already. Bobby wasn't back yet though.

"Hello hottie," Juice said. I chuckled at him as Tig wrapped his arm around me and growled at his brother.

"Seriously?" I asked with a giggle. "Are we five?"

"And a half lass," Chibs said. "You are looking quite stunning."

"That's it we're going home," Tig said. I could tell he was joking but he acted like he wanted to drag me back to the bike.

"Oh quit it," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I've only got eyes for Tig Trager."

"They better not forget it," he snapped harshly at his brothers.

"How can we when your crow covers half her leg?" Juice asked.

He was exaggerating a bit, but Tigs crow was a decent sized thigh piece that was fully on display in the short shorts of the romper I had on.

"Go get a drink," I said. "I'm going to find the girls."

I walked off and finally found the other old lady's.

"New necklace?" Gemma asked. I nodded and she smiled a bit.

"He's got taste," she said. I rolled my eyes. I knew she'd sleep with my old man given the chance but I tried not to worry about it.

"Sweetie," Luanne said. "Are you sure you don't want to come work for me? Even just girl on girl?"

"Tig wouldn't have it. You know that," I said.

"The only pornos she's making are for him," Gemma said.

"We don't have a sex tape," I said. "We could, but we don't."

"The hells that mean?" Gemma asked.

"Exactly what it sounds like," I said. Tig was standing in the middle of the cleared out bar space looking at me.

He motioned me over as someone cranked the music up and everyone started dancing.

Before long Bobby was home and celebrating.

"Damn, Tig, imma have to borrow your girl," Bobby said.

"You and everyone else here apparently," I said, hugging him.

"You are looking good. Nice necklace too," he said.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. Tig hugged his brother before pointing him in the direction of some croweaters.

"I think it's time for you and I to get out of here," Tig said. I smiled and nodded at him. We headed home and Tig wasted no time getting me to the bedroom.