GIF AND DRABBLE!!! ^_^
What’s this? A gif and drabble in the morning?! Why? I have a wedding this afternoon/evening to attend, so I’m doing this now so I don’t forget or can’t do it later. Also, by doing it now, I may actually forget it later, and come back to tumblr to read it again and be like, “oooh”. Just a little extra note before I get to it, if you are reblogging my posts; thank you. I don’t outright expect it, as not everyone has a big enough following to warrant a reblog. I know I don’t, it’s mostly the tags that sometimes help. Also, if you want a drabble, send requests and I’ll oblige.
Anywho; Unlike my previous drabbles, this is a pre-relationship work.
Darla heard the crashing from across the lot, in the office. Startled, she sprang up and went to the door. Looking around the garage, she realised it was from the clubhouse. She nodded to Chuck, to make sure he was okay to man the fort while she went to investigate.
When she entered the clubhouse, she saw Tig bite Kozik’s hand during their fight. They broke off from each other, Kozik running away a bit to wave his hand to deal with the pain. He turned around, glaring at the older Trager, and was about to charge. But Darla ran forward first and hopped in front of them.
“No, no, no, no, no!” She yelled. Putting her hands up on both men’s chests. “Get out the way, Darla.” Tig seethed, never breaking his glare from Kozik. “That’s enough.” She insisted. When Tig seemed to withdraw, she took a hold of Kozik’s hand, inspecting the bite.
It had only been a few days since the Tacoma Sgt. At Arms had come down, and so far it was mixed reviews. On the one hand, Darla enjoyed meeting him, established a rapport with him and actually found him to be rather sweet. But when Tig saw her smiling with him, he was not enjoying it. Then, when Kozik had shoved him due to the vote, he went for it.
“Okay, both of you in the chapel, I’ll get the first aid kit.” Darla sighed, after a moment. Kozik obliged straight away, but Tig grumbled. “You’re not seriously gonna clean him up, too.” “Of course, I am. He is still part of the club. And, with what’s been going on and for the better of the club, he needs to be in a condition to serve the club and protect those affiliated with it.” She shot back. “Well said, D.” Clay interjected, amused that it was Tig’s daughter who was backing up Kozik.
She huffed before heading to the chapel, instinctively shutting the door behind her. She motioned for the blonde to sit, before she procured a cleansing wipe for the kit. He admired her as she softly took a hold of his hand and gently began to clean it.
“You started it, didn’t you?” She smirked, taking a moment to eye him up. He grinned that shit eating grin of his. “Yeah, a little.” “You know, it doesn’t bode well for you if you give him more reasons to hate you.” She continued, disposing of the wipe and grabbing a dressing for his hand. “Maybe.” He sighed, as she picked up another, fresh wipe and stood a little closer to him, cupping his face gently.
He watched her intently, as she concentrated on gently cleaning his face. She looked damn cute when she was focusing on shit. She took a moment to run her finger over the bruise forming on his left eye, which made him close his eyes to revel in the contact.
“Sorry, did that hurt?” She spoke, withdrawing her finger and waiting for his answer before continuing to wipe his face. “No, it’s fine.” “This is gonna bruise, royally.” She told him. “I’ve had worse.” He shrugged, smiling up at her. “I don’t doubt it.” She chuckled, disposing of the wipe.” You good?” “Yeah, thanks, babe.” He grinned, her stomach flipped a little. “Go on then, stud. Try not to piss him off.” She shook her head. “You’ve met Tig, right?” He stood, looking down at her. She scoffed, and looked up at him. “Yeah, I think so.”
They both chuckled a final time, before they took a moment to revel in their flirty rapport, then left the chapel. Kozik isn’t sure how he got lucky enough to have that interaction with the daughter of his ‘nemesis’, but he was happy for it. He was also lucky that Tig hadn’t actually murdered him for it, yet. Though, that’d probably be because he hadn’t heard all the flirting, and Darla usually stepped in to save his skin. Ah, man, was he in trouble.