#( the sermon.... BISH. )

[lotusdelusion]

URIAS  |  DIABA

Navalha debaixo da língua, Tô pronta pra briga. Navalha debaixo da língua.

Somebody gonna have to tell the true and I'm gonna tell it

DIABA!  DIABA!

You gotta know the truth 'cos the truth will set you free

[one-shot-plus-size]

From Sons of Anarchy to Mayans MC

Jax’s sister must hide from the revenge of SAMCRO enemies, goes to Mayans MC Santo Padre. And he catches the eye of a la presidente.

Chapters 18/20

Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. They will accept any attention and criticism :)

Part 17

6 months later

Pov Olivia

- Does she want to know why you're lying head down on the bed ? - Bishop propped himself up on his side. 

I smiled opening my eyes and looking at the upturned figure of El Presidente. 

- I think.

- And that helps you ? - He laughed - a strange way to think, and what do you think about?

He sat down next to me on the bed, I held out my hand to him. He pulled me up to sit down, I fixed my hair. I now sat shoulder to shoulder with Bishop but with my back turned to the door. 

- I'm thinking about the house - I breathed. 

- You want to get out of here already? - He furrowed his brow. 

- Of course not, but I need my own place. I can not sit on your head for an unknown amount of time. 

- Have you got your eye on something yet? 

- I'm considering that ranch in the desert, but I'm also considering that beautiful loft. 

- The one with the bedroom upstairs? - He was looking at me. 

- Yes - I nodded. 

- Do you want to know my opinion? - he leaned on the bed with his hands. 

- Sure - I looked at him. 

- I think that this loft would suit you better. Besides, it has a beautiful garden and a balcony from the bedroom. 

- You think? 

- It's your decision, but if I had to choose, I would choose the loft without hesitation. 

- I don't know - I breathed and lay back with my head raised off the bed. 

- Is the fact that you are thinking about a house for yourself a sign that you are staying in Santo Padre permanently? - He leaned with his hands on his knees and looked at me. 

- Someone has to bake cream cakes for the elder Reyes, - I laughed. 

- At least he doesn't talk while eating them like that - he laughed - can I have a question? 

- Sure, what's up? - I raised my head slightly and looked in his direction. 

- Since you're staying in Santo Padre, why don't you have dinner with old, whiny El Presidente? 

I noticed him biting his lower lip and staring at me. 

- Does this have date status? - I got up and propped myself up on my elbows. 

- I'd like that - he smiled slightly - I'm not pushing it. 

I bit my lower lip and looked at him. 

- I agree - I smiled slightly. 

I turned on the bed, now I was sitting with my legs hanging off the bed. Bishop stood between my legs and leaned in slightly. 

- Tonight at seven ? - he smiled slightly.

- Sure, or do I need to get dressed in any special way ? 

- Comfortable, we'll go for a ride - he stared into my eyes.

He kissed me lightly on the lips and left the room, I felt an amazing blush come over my cheeks. I hid my face in my hands and laughed to myself.

- Querida - I heard Angel's voice. 

- What? - I looked at him. 

- Are you ok, you're terribly red? - There was a smile on his lips - does it have something to do with the fact that I passed by Bishop on the stairs?

- Let it go. I rolled my eyes. What do you have in there?

- I'm trying to figure it out but I can't, I can't - he shrugged his shoulders.

- Show it to me? What do you have to do with it?

- Since I am El Secretario I have to look after the documentation but I don't know how to do it yet - he breathed.

- Sit down, we'll figure it out - I breathed.

Angel took off his cuttee and hung it on the chair, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and sank down on the bed next to me. 

6:30 p.m.

- Jizas Reyes it's not that hard - I parted my hair.

- For me it is - he growled.

- All right, calm down - I put the documents on the pile - we'll come back to this tomorrow. 

- Querida please - he groaned.

- No - I muttered - I have a date, so go away because I have to get ready. 

- Oh - he was surprised - and who with?

- Angel - I got up and headed for the bathroom. 

- Come on, you're not going to tell your friend? - He lay down on my bed. 

- No - I stuck my tongue out at him - I have to get my place as soon as possible because you are very nosy. 

- You know that I will get to who you are going with? - He put his hands behind his head. 

- And faster than you think - I laughed and locked myself in the bathroom. I only heard him running down the stairs and shouting something to Coco. I rolled my eyes and stepped into the shower. 

Pov Bishop

When I got back to the club just before 7, Angel and Coco were plotting something while sitting on the benches in front of the club. 

- What's going on ? - I frowned as I lit a cigarette. 

- Did you know that our little lovebird has a date tonight? - Angel furrowed his eyebrows.

- Yes - I smiled.

- What? - they said at the same time.

I waggled my eyebrows and looked towards the club when the door opened.  I smiled under my breath, it was the first time I had seen Olivia dressed up like that. She was wearing dark tight jeans with a blue plaid shirt tied around her waist and a dark t-shirt underneath that perfectly framed her ample breasts. Her hair, always in a bun, now rested loosely on her shoulders.

- Prez and where do you have the dick? 

- At home - I looked at Coco - I have a date.

I looked at the men at the table, it was clear in their eyes that the gears were turning. Finally something shone in Reyes' eyes, I laughed. 

- Querida you look beautiful - I moved towards her.

- Thank you - she smiled slightly - is this outfit okay ?

- It's better than okay - I kissed her on the cheek - come in.

She grabbed my hand gently and I led her to the motorcycle. 

- I assume that you have already ridden? Do you know all the rules? - I handed her the helmet. 

- I have ridden and not even as a passenger - she smiled moving her eyebrows significantly. 

- I have a feeling that you will surprise me more than once - I sat down on a motorcycle. 

- I wonder if it will be positive or negative - she laughed and sat down behind me. 

I felt the eyes of the guys on me, I looked at them. 

- Hey Querida - Angel shouted. 

- What ? 

- I can take over your bed tonight, right? You're not going to go back to your bed tonight are you? - He moved his eyebrows. 

I could almost feel her rolling her eyes, I laughed and started the motorcycle. Her arms wrapped around my waist, I patted her thigh and we hit the road. I wanted to take her somewhere special, my place. Somewhere I could hide when I needed to think. I felt her head resting on my back, I smiled to myself.

Pov Olivia

It felt good to feel the wind in my hair again, I rested my cheek against Bishop's back and enjoyed the ride. We pulled off onto the coast road, I looked out over the water and smiled from ear to ear. The perfect combination of motorcycle riding and beautiful views. Bishop steered the motorcycle onto a gravel road that eventually led us to a parking lot by the beach. He parked the motorcycle at the entrance, turned off the engine. I slid off his motorcycle, unclipped my helmet and handed it to Bishop.

- It's been a long time since I've ridden - I breathed heavily. 

- Pleasure? - he took off his helmet and put both of them into his motorcycle bag. 

- Very - I smiled widely - what are we doing here?

- This is a place for our first date - he took some things out of the bag. 

- Mhm - I smiled - I will help you. 

I grabbed the blankets and one net from him, we headed for the beach. We spread the blankets in a secluded place, we both sat on the fabric. Bishop lit some lanterns so we wouldn't be sitting in total darkness. 

- I wonder how you fit all this in the motorcycle bags - I laughed. 

- A matter of good arrangement - he smiled widely. 

- Experience - I nodded slightly.

- You know, when you set off on a week long run or even longer one has to pack somehow. Eventually I learned to fit a lot of things into them.

- There you go - I accepted a beer from him. 

- I know you don't like wine - he smiled.

- Thank you for your memory - I looked at the water. 

- I come here often when I need to think about club matters, a quiet place. - An asylum - I smiled. 

- Exactly, have you finally decided what you are buying? You mean the ranch or the loft?

- Loft - I looked at him - the balcony convinced me. 

- This place suits you, I will call the mayor tomorrow and ask for a quick settlement. 

- Thanks Bish - I had a beer. 

- You're welcome, so now the buying mania will begin?

- Tsa - I muttered under my breath - I will order everything online and the first thing I will buy is a bed so I can get out of the club. 

- You want to get away from us so soon? - He looked at me wrinkling his eyebrows. 

- I want to get away from Angel and Coco's early morning wake-up calls. They never let me sleep - I laughed. 

- It can be a pain in the ass - he laughed. 

- And it's a pretty big pain in the ass. 

We had a really good talk and it was quiet around us. Eventually Obispo landed with his head in my lap and I ran my hands through his hair. 

- Why are you so mad at that policeman?

- Because he called me a stupid blond - I laughed - and I hate that.

- I made a mental note not to call you that - he laughed - and you were blonde?

- Yes, but that didn't entitle him to call me that - I looked at him - I also wrecked my mother's car and beat up a policeman. My mother was furious and what a sermon I had to listen to. I didn't have to make do on foot for another year until the boys embraced my first car. 

Bishop laughed, his chest bouncing. I smiled, he looked so relaxed. No club worries, no constant tension. I leaned over slightly and reached for one of the packets of chips. 

- You know you're not supposed to eat those things at this hour? - he smiled playfully. 

I looked at the packet, he was right. I had too much weight in my body because of things like that. I put them back in their place. 

- Querida I was joking - he rose slightly.

- No - I shook my head - you're right, I should limit my intake of such things. 

- Not true - Bishop shook his head - you don't have to limit anything. 

He rose and sat down opposite me, his fingers gently hooked on my chin. He lifted it up slightly and looked into my eyes. 

- You are beautiful just the way you are and if you want a packet of crisps I will buy you ten of them. Do you understand?

I nodded slightly, looking into his dark eyes. 

- I don't want to hear anymore that you have to limit something, do you understand? - he threatened me with his finger.

- I am not a child not to understand - I snorted under my breath. 

- And I like it - he smiled widely. 

He leaned towards me slightly and our lips joined. As if automatically my eyes closed, I moved my hand to his neck. His hands slid into my hair, I could feel him smiling into the kiss. He pulled away from me the moment we both had to catch our breath. He grabbed one of my hands and slid it down to his crotch. 

- This is what your body does to me, to me you are perfect.

I felt the bulge in his pants under my fingers. I smiled under my breath and rubbed his penis a few times. An uncontrollable moan came out of his mouth. 

- Querida, please - he whispered in my direction. 

- If it's because of me then I have to deal with it - I pushed him gently backwards. He sat on his ass, I slid into his lap.

- Are you sure? - he was looking into my eyes.

- Mhm - I kissed him lightly on the neck. 

I felt his hands resting on my hips. He pressed his fingers against my skin, I could feel his body reacting to my touch. When I kissed the places under his ear I felt a shiver run through his body. I found a spot that worked on his body. He slid his hands up my shirt, I trembled at his touch. My hands lapped at his pants, finally managing to unzip them and bring his cock out. He groaned as I moved my hand on him. - Good afternoon to you - a voice behind us said. 

We both pulled away from each other.

- Fuck - Bishop cursed.

Part 19

[churchsofa]

"That Sermon" from The Royal Wedding.

“That Sermon” from The Royal Wedding.

Did you avoid watching The Royal Wedding?

But have you heard people (including The Sofa) rave about the sermon?

Want to know what people are going on about, with out… watching The Royal Wedding?

Here you go…

ALSO…

In case you missed it, here is Sky News interviewing Archbish Justin, and Bish Curry… the subject of the above sermon…

[riadark]

WWYD

I have started to come up with ideas for monthly adventures. Here are my top three:

-a month of apologies

-a month of art

-a month of foraging

What would you do?

Speaking of, what would you do in the this situation? Yesterday, I was on a two lane part of our main vein street here, and as is the case with many a town, named High Street. At some sections, it turns into a single lane and if you are caught off guard, let’s say there are no signs, or you are trying to get your kids to stop arguing over Garfield comics, or you are just spaced out thinking about what are we are going to have for dinner tonight, you might miss it; fortunately, I am not alone. Other cars calmly and mildly merged as this lane asphyxiation was happening but there was one car that took it upon herself to NOT.

In case you, you rude crazed woman, are reading this, merging is when cars from both lanes take turns to come together into one lane. Not sure what your deal was/is, but you decided to speed up and forcefully close the gap that existed for my car’s turn and honked and created a dangerous situation. Had my children not been in the car, I would have nudged my car into the spot and you would have hit it and your insurance would be fixing my car and I don’t pay deductibles where I go to get mine fixed AND if it isn’t by fault, I get a cash kickback. Alas, my children left me bereft of mo dolla bills. 

Bitch is now in the lane and I am stuck out in the middle like a sore thumb. Soooooo, I rolled down the window to ask you, “Have you never heard of merging before???” To which she put up her middle finger. So I rolled down the back windows to show her that there are children watching (our windows are tinted), and told her she was bat shit crazy and with my inside voice I remarked, “You really need to get laid but with that attitude no one will touch you. Your Catch 22 sucks bish.” And she started to freak that I was in her face and then she did my favorite move of all, she picks up her phone like she is calling the cops about some crazy person accosting her. Not like I’ve seen that before or anything. Or have I?

What’s a woman to do? I sped up to the left turning lane, waited for green and proceeded past the intersection. Now before you try to go there with the, “I can’t believe that you would cut someone else off after you complained about the same thing and your kids were in the car,” and I imagine it being said with Jim Gaffigan’s standup voice that he does to express the possible dissenting opinions in the audience about his comedic performance topics-- there were TWO lanes. So save it for your church group post-sermon coffee. 

Of course some brake checks ensued and she kept a very very very respectful distance. She may have been afraid. If that is the case, then I will have succeeded. Don’t be mean for no reason woman. Karma, or Ria, will get you. 

Feb 23- Headed out to see a live show tonight to support a fellow station guy and friend and possibly canvass some more guests for my show You Inc. and I am pumped about my new second sister show which premiers tonight at 9:01pm on 90.5FM!!!