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tumbleweed-writes · 7 months ago

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Wrong Number: Chibs Telford X Reader One shot

When reader texts some enticing photos to the wrong number and not to her ol man, she's met with some surprising but hoped for results.

18+ Not full smut but implied.

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She let out a frustrated groan as she followed him into the clubhouse, his legs far longer than her own making him move too far ahead of her. The words left Y/N’s lips a low growl erupting from her throat as they entered the clubhouse making their way behind the bar. “I swear to God, Tigger. I’m going to kill you.”

The outlaw biker in front of her only chuckled in response to the threat he clearly was not taking her as seriously as she would have hoped. “Well that’s a little dramatic.”

She glared up at the flip phone in his hand as he held it far above his head out of her reach, her cheeks growing all the more crimson from both anger and sheer humiliation. “Delete them. Delete them right now , Tig.”

Tig had the audacity to actually giggle at the request, shaking his head. “You’re one hundred percent sure these weren’t meant for me? I mean I don’t think you’ve been accepting of any advances I might have shot your way, but if this is your way of giving me a green light then I fully accept.”

A frustrated groan left Y/N’s lips, her cheeks growing even more flushed as she thought of the two sensual photos she’d accidentally texted to Tig’s cell number instead of the cell number she’d been intending.

She fully blamed herself for the slipup. She’d taken the photos after having a little bit of whiskey, the booze loosening her up enough to decide it was a brilliant idea to take some provocative photos for her man. It wasn’t their first venture into this game.

It sure as hell wasn’t her first venture into taking erotic photographs. Her past job had consisted of having risque photographs taken of her and posted on both vanilla and not so vanilla websites. Cara Cara had just been one site she’d done some solo work for.

It wasn’t something she’d ever dreamed of doing. It had started as an easy way to make a quick buck in college after she’d become familiar with a girl who’d done some similar work and had gotten her into the scene.

Y/N had been a broke college girl hoping to make some fast cash so she could eat something other than ramen for dinner. It had gone further than just a one time thing though.

Y/N had always considered herself to be pretty open minded, so it had not been too difficult to lean into doing more fetish material the longer she’d worked. She’d been able to find plenty of work doing some S&M material.

The jobs had started coming in and soon her coursework and college attendance had started to taper off. She’d dropped out and decided to take the option with more money. She figured college would always be there, the ability to make money while she was still desirable enough would only be a fleeting chance though.

She’d leaned more into her job within the industry and a promise of fast cash even if it meant doing something that at times had made her life more complicated than it needed to be.

Her past employment was part of how she’d met her man to begin with. She’d become a friend of Lyla Winston’s through her work. Though Y/N’s job in the industry had only consisted to fetish material based on photographs and the occasional solo work, and Lyla’s work in the industry went far beyond that, the two women had still become friends.

When Y/N had decided that she wanted to move away from the industry and find something a little more straight-laced, Lyla had suggested a bookkeeping job at TM Auto.

Y/N could admit a big push out of the industry had been the suggestion that she might want to consider starting to do some video work with partners. It felt less like a suggestion though and more as though she was being pressured into it.

She had been fine with the photographs and the solo work had been tolerable. She wasn’t interested in going any deeper into it though. She’d been searching for an out, and Lyla’s offer to get her an interview at TM Auto had been a perfect escape route.

She’d always been good with numbers, so she’d decided to take the offer to interview for the bookkeeping gig at TM.

It had not been easy to get the job of course. Gemma Teller Morrow had her suspicions about the young woman who’d come to interview even if Lyla did give her glowing praise.

Y/N knew Gemma was well within her right to be suspicious. She knew her past employment had given her a reputation and she was well aware of what assumptions people made about her. She’d been around a few of the girls in her industry who seemed to view SAMCRO as a chance to hook up with an outlaw and get a quick thrill. Ima was a perfect example of the type of girl who put a bad taste in Gemma’s mouth when it came to anyone who Lyla associated with. Lyla herself had a difficult enough time shaking her reputation and being respected in SAMCRO’s world.

Y/N had found that she had to make it pretty clear that she was only interested in the bookkeeping gig. She had made it quite known that she had zero interest in trying to land herself a guy in a kutte. She made it obvious that she was not looking to seek a sexual thrill out of hooking up with a criminal. She had been unashamed to declare to Gemma that this job opportunity wasn’t her attempting to become a croweater or even an attempt to walk on the wildside.

Gemma had taken a chance on her desperate enough for the help at the garage. Lord knows she needed all the help she could get at the garage.

The majority of the Sons had been serving a 14 month sentence in San Joaquin correctional facility, The Sons on the outside were struggling to keep the business going, and Tara Knowles had been expecting a new member of the family while trying to balance a growing Abel Teller.

Gemma knew her attention needed to be spread between the garage, her place as the Queen of SAMCRO, and her son’s growing family.

So, Y/N had worked as an extra set of hands at the garage. She’d proven to be a great help at the office at TM Auto working both with the books and doing work within the office once Gemma had needed more help.

Her employment at the garage had not gone unnoticed by the few Sons on the outside nor had it escaped the eyes of a few non patched club hang-arounds who worked in the garage.

It had not taken Y/N long to realize that the men around the garage were most likely familiar with her past work. There had been a few snickers and crude comments whispered among the men. They’d not even made an attempt to hide them from her.

She’d not minded the ogling stares nor the lewd whispered comments. Or at least she’d tried to pretend she’d not minded them.

She’d learned in her past career that she had to have thick skin. Opie Winston had been kind enough. He’d been dating Lyla when Y/N had begun working for TM and he’d seemed approving of her even if he didn’t always seem to approve of his girlfriend’s line of work.

One other man had seemed to shy away from the obscene remarks and leers. In fact, Chibs Telford had proven to be a complete gentleman to her.

She’d been suspicious at first. She was almost certain the sweet gentleman act was most likely an attempt to charm his way into her pants. Lord knows she’d had a few guys try the nice guy act once they figured out what she did for a living.

She had soon realized though that the nice guy act was far from an act.

Chibs genuinely seemed to be prone to treating her like a lass after his own heart.

It hadn’t been hard for them to form a friendship of sorts. It had been less hard once Chibs had shut down a less than quiet vulgar remark made about her body and her past bondage work by some foolish nonpatched mechanic around the garage.

It had definitely created some sexual tension between Chibs and she that had not gone unnoticed by a few people around the garage.

She’d considered if there was something more there than friendship, but had shied away from pursuing anything. She’d told herself that even if there was some lingering sexual tension that it was likely just that.

She’d grown accustomed to the knowledge that most men in her life viewed her as more of a sexual object and less than a fully formed person. She could admit that she feared Chibs’ interest in her leaned more on the sexual side of the coin and she couldn’t bear the disappointment in finding out that he maybe didn’t view her past lust.

She’d been unaware that he’d held his own reservations. Chibs had been certain that a young attractive woman like her most likely wasn’t interested in him. She was far more than the former fetish model the guys around the garage had labeled her as. She was a gorgeous woman but that wasn't the only thing that had him so taken by her. She was clever and funny and sweet as can be. He was enamored and it scared the hell out of him.

She had come into his life at a strange time. He’d recently come to the decision with Fiona to end their marriage now that Jimmy O’ was no longer a threat and they were free to live their lives. They’d realized those lives were best lived only as coparents to their daughter and not as romantic partners.

It had been a painful choice but they’d both known they’d changed in the years since they’d last been able to behave as a married couple.

He’d been mourning the end of that chapter of his life and had been trying to focus on keeping the club afloat with most of his brothers locked away.

Y/N had provided a tempting escape from the stress and heartache. He’d been unwilling to lean too far into the temptation of that escape though.

He’d been unwilling until he just couldn’t help himself anymore.

The cross over into friendship into something more had happened a late night at the garage where they'd been the only ones remaining; he working late in the garage on a stubborn Harley rebuild and her working on some stubborn books.

A shared joint had loosened up reservations between the two and a kiss had happened. The kiss had lead to a passionate make out session on the little couch at TM Auto and the makeout session had led to her being bent over the desk at TM Auto with him taking her from behind.

After that encounter she’d expected things to be awkward or worse had feared that he’d disappear once he got what he wanted. She knew that old saying: when men got what they want they never wanted it again.

Much to her shock Chibs Telford had wanted it again and again and again.

The want had continued as the months had gone by.

Once his incarcerated brothers had been released Y/N had feared that her time working in the garage had come to an end, but to her shock Gemma had asked her to stay on.

Y/N had even begun taking some online courses in accounting.

Things with Chibs had continued on, though much to her chagrin they’d not exactly placed a label on it.

He’d not seemed to be in any rush to make whatever they had going on together public knowledge either.

She’d bit back her annoyance once it had hit her that she didn’t seem to be just another bedroom partner for Chibs. It had become clear that she was his only bedroom partner.

She’d heard the prodding and teasing from his brothers towards Chibs about his neglect of the croweaters and prodding over just who was keeping his dick wet.

Little glances Chibs sent her way had gone unnoticed for the most part. If anything his brothers had assumed that the older Scot had a crush that he wasn't acting on and had not looked into it any deeper.

Chibs had also made it clear that he didn’t want anyone making a move on her either. Kozik and one of the prospects Miles had made the mistake of trying to push up on her, and Chibs had just about cracked a tooth making an excuse to get the men far from the woman he’d been spending his nights with.

Y/N had come to the irritated acceptance that pushing Chibs into putting a label on them and making things between them public knowledge was not something she could force.

She would be lying though if she tried to pretend that lately it wasn’t becoming more and more obnoxious though.

A big part of her wanted to scream at him to piss or get off the pot.

Perhaps that was why texting him naughty photos more frequently had become a habit lately.

She’d had hopes that maybe reminding him that she was there and was willing would push him to at least think about her as something more than what she was beginning to fear she might be to him.

She had hopes that seeing her in such provocative positions in his dorm room of all places would plant the idea in his head that she could spend every night in his dorm if he wanted it. If he wanted to make it clear that she was his and actually put a label on it then she would be happy to be in his dorm anytime he wanted.

She knew it was probably a dumb idea. If she wanted him to place a label on it and be open about it with the people in their lives then perhaps dirty photos weren’t the right move? The dirty photos were supposed to be a secret after all.

Their entire courtship had felt too secretive for her liking.

She was beginning to lose hope though. She was considering stepping up her game. She was tempted to let Kozik take her on that damned bike ride he’d been offering her for months now. Maybe seeing someone else be so willing to be seen with her in public would light a fire under the Scottish idiot’s ass?

She’d been toying with the idea but she had a feeling it would just bite her in the ass.

She had allowed the whiskey to push her to once again try the naughty photo angle. Maybe if he kept seeing her in such a state in his dorm room he’d take the damn hint?

The red dress had been a praised favorite of her intended texting partner. The red lace of her bra had been a new purchase that had been made with him in mind. The push up bra made her assets look so tempting. She’d realized he liked her in red.

She was almost stunned that Tig Trager had not recognized the dorm room that had been featured in the background of the two photos that had been sent his way.

The small glimpse of the dorm room would have most likely given a hint of just who those two photos had been meant for had Tig bothered to pay attention to the background.

She glared up at Tig as he held the cell phone up even higher, a chuckle leaving him as she attempted to reach up her arms stretching as high as she could. The height difference made the feat an impossible one though. The cell phone remained far from her reach.

She was tempted to kick him in the balls and get the damn phone that way, but she wasn’t willing to fight dirty…not yet at least.

She spoke another frustrated growl leaving her throat. “Tig, this is not funny, delete them right now.”

Tig replied a sigh leaving him. “I’ll delete them if you tell me who they’re intended for. Please tell me it isn't fucking Kozik. I’ve seen the looks he sends you Y/N. You deserve way more than that blonde moron, trust me? Oh, Christ. It’s not one of the damn prospects is it? I know both Miles and V-Lin stare at you like you’re a steak dinner and they’ve been trapped in death valley. Please tell me you aren’t giving it up to one of them? I think we both know you’re way more woman than they can handle.”

Y/N felt her cheeks grow pink remembering the poorly thought out scheme to perhaps use Kozik’s interests in her to get a rise out of Chibs.

She had to agree with Tig’s assessment somewhat…Kozik was somewhat sweet…but not the brightest.

She could admit she’d decided against using Kozik as a means to force Chibs hand partially because the poor guy was so sweet…and ditzy. It felt wrong using him to get the man she loved to make a commitment.

As far as the prospects went, Y/N had zero interest in either man. She had a distinct feeling that both men were more boys than men. She had a feeling that the prospects would have zero clue how to please her in the bedroom and didn't have quite the maturity for anything outside the bedroom.

There was only one man who she knew as capable of pleasing her and much to her frustration he seemed hesitant to make things between them public or give any indication to her that this was something more than them having fun.

He always said the same thing the few times she'd brought it up. I'm having a lot of fun with you. I enjoy being with you. I want to keep it to ourselves just a little bit longer.

She could admit she'd hesitated to push him to actually address the issue. She feared that Chibs may never be willing to give her the relationship she desired. She was not looking to rush into the heartbreak she was sure would come if it was said clear and plain that he did not view her as an actual romantic partner and did not want everyone to know she was his.

She spoke a groan leaving her as she continued to struggle to reach the phone she had taken to jumping in place to attempt to snatch it from his grasp. “Alexander Trager, I swear to God, delete those photos or I will murder you and no one will ever find the freaking body.”

“Lass, what’s with all the death threats? What have ya done to piss her off Tig?” A familiar voice sounded out beside her.

Y/N cringed glancing at the Scotsman as he approached the bar, an amused smirk on his lips.

She sighed at the sight of the man who those damn photos had been intended for. He’d had a long morning, meeting with the Irish and then being drug away on a tow job the instant he’d returned to the garage.

She’d hoped that the photos would be a pleasant gift to him as well as another hint to put a label on this and make it public.

She sighed wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor and disappear as Tig grinned giddy to bring Chibs in on the act of tormenting TM Autos' favorite office worker.

Tig grinned between Chibs and Y/N as she spoke. “Little Miss Y/N accidentally sent me some very alluring photos. She won’t tell me who they’re intended for and she refuses to admit that it’s clearly me. I’m right, right Y/N? It’s me, you don’t have to be shy. You could have just said the word and I would have given you the Tig-action you’re craving. You didn’t have to go through the routine of sending me dirty photos and pretending it’s not meant for me. Just say the word and I’ll go grab some baby oil.”

“Tig I swear to God.” She snapped, refusing to glance over at Chibs, certain he was not entirely pleased with this information.

Tig spoke a giggle leaving him still content to prod her. “I know, I know baby oil isn’t the best choice, but it works in a bind, babe. I’m a big man, we’re going to need the help.”

Y/N cringed at the possessive growl that left Chibs he not entirely amused at the statement. “Those weren’t meant fer ya.”

“I know, she won’t tell me who they're meant for. You gotta see them, Chibby. It’s fucking torture. I’m afraid it was meant for Kozik. She won’t own up to it, but we both know the idiot sends her heart-eyes at every chance he gets. Herman Kozik is so not worth red lace.” Tig exclaimed not picking up on the irritation and jealousy bouncing off Chibs.

Y/N wanted to melt into a puddle of awkward shame she refusing to meet Chibs’ eyes choosing instead to stare down at the floor. This moment was going to kill her. If she was capable of dying from awkward situations this would do it.

She widened her eyes as Chibs spoke his voice, a domineering tone that made her knees weak and her center clench.“Let me see em.”

She resisted the urge to groan, having to hate that she’d always had a submissive streak, even before she'd gotten into fetish work. She had always had a thing for having a guy dominate her if he knew what he was doing and wasn't just being an asshole. She found it difficult to find a guy who was capable of dominating her without being a dick about it or misusing the trust she gave him. Chibs had proven he was more than capable of effectively giving her the domination she craved. He had proven he was capable of giving her what she wanted while respecting what boundaries she'd placed on the desire to submit to him.

She was quite certain he’d used that same tone of voice in a couple of their sexual encounters though it usually involved him saying far more lewd things.

That tone of voice was usually reserved for when he told her to take her clothing off and bend over for him, or to get down on her knees and open her greedy little mouth for his cock.

It was so a voice she did not need to hear outside of those scenarios.

Tig did not notice Y/N hitch in breath to the voice he jerking a little shocked as Chibs yanked the phone from his grasp before he had a chance to even comprehend what was happening.

He dared to speak, the playful tone disappearing, he at least having the sense to prove that he wasn't a total scumbag. “Come on, Chibs. I’m sure she doesn’t want everyone seeing them. I was going to delete them…eventually.”

Chibs ignored him gazing down at the photos on the screen, a groan of approval and desire leaving his lips. He reached down clearly making an attempt to adjust his jeans. It was obvious that the photos had the desired impact on the lower region of his body.

Y/N was more sure than ever that she could die of shame and awkward in the moment. She sighed coming to the conclusion that she’d had a good life or at least an okay one..if she died now it would be fine.

She widened her eyes as Chibs spoke his voice loud and clear. “These photos weren’t meant fer ya Lad, Pretty sure, my ol lady meant to text these fuckin glorious photos to me. She may a’been a wee bit tipsy when she decided to send em judgin by the dazed look in her eyes in this firs pic. My Love can’t handle her whiskey. She an I clearly need to have a talk bout drinkin an textin.”

“Wait, what?” Tig spat out his eyes growing wide struggling to grasp the information Chibs had just laid out on the table for him.

Chibs spoke again, hitting the delete button on the photos as he spoke. “I’ll be deletin these Tigger. Ain’ havin ya share what was meant fer my eyes with anyone else.”

Y/N stared up at him feeling as breathless as Tig though her astonishment was for a far different reason. Did he just call her what she thought he called her? Ol lady, his ol lady?

Chibs tossed the phone down on the bar as he nodded to Y/N. “Come on, M’Love. I think ya need to show me jus what ya were hopin fer when ya meant to send those photos to me.”

She moved forward any of the embarrassed awkwardness she’d felt hanging over her leaving her brain her body heating up having the feeling Chibs was going to show her just how much those photos had affected him.

Chibs wrapped an arm around her his hand sliding down to her backside, giving it a squeeze that sent a message that he had zero intention of hiding what she was to him from anyone ever again.

He spoke his voice picking up that possessive growl he’d shown earlier. “Red lace, Lass? Ya still got it on?”

She gazed up at him, her knees feeling wobbly and her panties getting beyond soaked. “No, I’m wearing something else…purple lace.”

He gave her backside a squeeze, his voice still holding that possessive tone. “Aye, think I’ll like that too.”

He pressed his lips to hers as they made their way down the hallway towards his dorms before he spoke. “Gonna fuckin kill Tig fer seein yer body, Love. Christ, think it’s time I put my crow on ya. Gotta make it clear to him, Kozik, and every other prick round here that yer mine…especially fuckin Kozik. The only way that idiot’s gonna get a clue is when my crow is on my ol lady.”

“As long as it’s not my tit. I’m not giving tit for tat, no matter how much I love you.” She remarked her mind spinning trying to grasp everything he’d just said.

This was more than what she’d hoped for and she’d not planned any of it. If she’d known it was going to be this simple she would have accidentally texted Tig intentionally.

He smirked his lips pressing to hers much gentler as they neared his dorm room. “Aye not on yer tit. Like those too much the way they are, Love.”

She spoke needing to say the words. “I was almost afraid of what this was between us…afraid it wasn’t what I was hoping…you haven’t exactly seemed in any rush to put any label on it or show me any sign or this being anything in front of anyone. You’ve seemed pretty content keeping things between us so secretive…I actually thought I was going to have to give Kozik a date to light a fire under your ass or at least test you to see if this meant anything to you.”

Chibs cringed realizing she had a point. “Aye, I know Love. Trus me…I know I’ve not exactly been open bout how I feel bout ya. To tell the truth...Ya came into my life at an odd time, Love. I love ya deeply, ain’ felt that way bout anyone in a long while. I was fraid of not bein what ya need…fraid of failing ya. Almos' convinced myself ya were more than I could ever deserve and ya'd realize it sooner or later. I was almos fraid if I put a label on it and let anyone know then I’d lose ya the same way I lose everyone else I love. I thought if the world knew ya were mine then it’d put a target on yer back. No more though, Lass. This scares the shite outta me, but not havin ya…losin ya due to my own fear…that scares me even more. I love ya too damn much to hide what I feel fer ya m’love.”

He paused a huff leaving him. “I’d kick Kozik’s fuckin teeth in if he ever took ya on a date fer the record.”

She didn’t have a chance to reply as he pressed his lips to hers the words leaving him “Putting my crow on ya as soon as possible, Love. Not hidin what ya are to me.”

“I want it…and for the record. You aren't going to lose me and you are never undeserving of me.” She promised her hand reaching up to caress his cheek, he leaning into her touch a content sigh leaving him.

He pressed another kiss to her lips as he reached down, opening his dorm. “I love ya, Lass. Love my ol lady so much more than she knows.”

She allowed him to lead her into the room fully content to let him show her just much he loved her.

Neither heard Tig as the man finally snapped out of his shocked daze, his voice loud and full of relief. “Ol lady…Chibs…Oh thank Christ it’s not fucking Kozik.”

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tommyflanaganfan-blog · 5 months ago

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I dont know if this would be considered a one shot or a drabble or if its gonna turn into an actual story but here y'all go. Enjoy.

Cheated

"Tell me who it was."

"No. I already told you what I did and why. It doesn't matter who I was with."

"The fuck it doesn't. I want to know who the asshole is that for some reason decided it would be a good idea to put their hands on my wife. Who are you sleeping with Hayleigh?"

"I'm not your wife. And I'm not going to tell you who it was you'll kill him."

In every way that matters, you are my wife. Wether we have a stupid piece of paper or not."

That piece of paper was currently tucked inside of his kutte. He had went and got a marriage license, wanting to surprise her now that his divorce was final. This was not what Chibs had expected to come home to. Hayleigh had been his everything, his reason for living for the past 4 years. And she had cheated on him while he was in Ireland helping Jax find Able. Granted, he had slept with Fiona but it was the only way she would agree to a divorce. Told him it was a final goodbye. He knew Hayleigh wanted to get married. In a twisted way, he had done it for her. For their future together. And he knew she would never find out, she'd never believe a damn word that came out of Fiona's mouth and nobody else knew about it.

"Are you going to leave me for him now? Do you love him? I don't know what he told you, but I promise you no other man alive will ever love you like I do..."

Chibs sounded heartbroken. He wasn't acting as furious as she had anticipated and it killed her. She felt as though she had just ruined his life.

"Filip...."

I want answers Hayleigh. Now. Did you fall in love with someone else? And who is it?"

No way in hell was she going to tell him it was Kozik she had slept with. She wasn't completely stupid. She knew Chibs would kill him, brother or not. He didnt give a damn about anything else when it came to her. Yes, she loved him. But she loved her scotsman more.

"It was a random guy."

Chibs lit a joint while staring at her menacingly. He dropped his gold colored lighter on the table in front of him and leaned foreward, his tone of voice turning deadly.

"You're a lot of things love, but a whore is not one of them, which means I've met the guy. I know when you're lying. You won't be able to protect him for very long darlin'." As far as Chibs was concerned, Hayleigh was his. She was all the good he had in his life. And she had no idea just how far or to what lengths he would go to protect his family. Chibs Telford was a dangerous man who hid it well and she had so rarely saw that side of him that she had underestimated him. One way or another he was determined to find out it was. And when he did, all hell would break loose. He wasn't going to lose Hayleigh to someone else, not without a fight.

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bullet-prooflove · 8 months ago

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Can i get a litle something for chibs? With the prompt 'I'll be the one you won't forget' thank you 🥰

No Words (NSFW) - You and Chibs don't need words to express how you feel.

Moment (NSFW) - Chibs gets lost in the moment.

His - There's no doubt in Chib's mind that you belong to him.

Different - Things are different with you.

In the time leading up to your divorce you try to forget about Filip. You’re in the fight for you’re life with your husband, it’s a constant battles of wills and intimidation tactics. You don’t have the time or the energy for another man in your life. You make that clear after the first night you sleep with him.

“Trust me love, I’m not looking for anything complicated.” He tells you when you share a joint out on the loading dock.

It stings a little but it’s true. Your life right now it’s messy. You may have emotionally detached from your husband years ago but he certainly hasn’t detached from you. He’s still calling, still driving by your workplace, still contesting the divorce.

“Yea, I got enough complicated in my life right now.” You say as you blow a smoke ring out of your mouth.

You end up fucking him in the garage, pencil skirt hiked up your thighs as he takes you on the hood of a stranger’s car.

“He could never make you come like this could he?” He murmurs into the curve of your throat at the height of climax. “He could never get you off the way that I do.”

You bite down into the leather of his kutte to suppress the moan that escapes your lips as you come.

It’s later that night that you find yourself in bed with a newly acquired toy. It’s a wand, one you bought for yourself after you’d filed the divorce papers. It’s the first one you’ve owned because your ex didn’t want competition in the bedroom.

You close your eyes and you think Filip, about the rough lilt of his voice, the softness of his touch, the heat, the teasing. When you hit that high, you’re loud, the loudest that you’ve ever been on your own and you know that’s due to your subject matter.

You collapse back into the pillows, your cheeks flushed and body relaxed. There isn’t a chance in hell you can ever forget about Filip Telford, not with the things he does to you.

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marleyelona · 7 months ago

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Beautiful Redemption

(THE PORN STAR)

"Redemption lies in the beauty of second chances."

In which; Wendy Case's baby sister finds herself drawn to a particular man wearing the reaper.

Status: ongoing

22/04/2024-present

SOA: S2-

Chibs Telford x fem! oc

Starring: Giorgia Whigham (Avery Case) and Timothy Olyphant (Stanley Case)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights go to Kurt Sutter, FX and any others that made this amazing show possible. I do, however, own my character, Avery Case, and any other OCs I might add in the future, along with their backstories and their storylines within the show. I do not give permission for anyone to repost my work as their own in anyway.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the majority of the gifs that are used throughout this book, including the ones on this page. On occasion I will use gifs I find on google, which I will clarify. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights should go to the creators. I also DO the collages, covers, tags and trailers that are made. The majority of the pictures are made by A.I imaging.

⚠️WARNING 18+⚠️: violence, coarse language, mental health issues, domestic violence, abuse, possiblity of sexual abuse and/or rape, gore, fighting, drug and alcohol abuse, criminal activity, guns, sex work, large relationship age gap, death or talks of death, inappropriate racial slurs (things said in the show) and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book. If any of these are a trigger for you, please take caution if you decide to continue.

CHAPTER ONE

Family Matters

[ Small Tears ]

"I think it stems from my raging Daddy issues."

~ AVERY CASE to CHIBS TELFORD

AVERY'S OUTFIT

THE HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM buzzed with the muted sounds of whispered conversations and the occasional beep of medical equipment. Luann Delaney, the matriarch of the porn industry, hovered over one of her girls, Avery Case, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. With a gentle touch, she dabbed at Avery's bloody nose, trying to stem the flow of blood.

"It's gonna be okay," she assured her with a gentle tone. "Just tip your head back a little bit. I don't think it's broken.

"Wait a minute, hang on to that," Luann instructed, passing the tissue to Avery, before her attention shifted to the entrance.

Two figures strode into the room, their presence commanding attention. Jax Teller and Chibs Telford, members of the notorious Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.

Luann wasted no time addressing the newcomers, her voice tinged with anger, "I told you not to stir things up. Look what that asshole did to her," she admonished, gesturing towards a bruised and battered Avery.

Jax's eyes widened in shock as he rushed to kneel in front of Avery, his heart sinking at the sight of her injuries, "Holy shit, Avery," he breathed, his voice heavy with concern and guilt.

Luann's curiosity piqued as she observed the interaction between Jax and Avery, "Wait, you two know each other?"

Jax nodded solemnly, his gaze never leaving Avery's battered form, "Yeah, she's my ex-wife's baby sister," he confirmed, his tone laced with regret. "This was Caruso?"

Avery confirmed Jax's words with a nod, her voice strained with pain, "Yeah, little prick," she muttered, her eyes locking with his.

Jax's expression softened as he gently brushed Avery's hair out of her face, his heart aching at her words, "Oh, God, darlin', I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't even know you were still in the game. I thought you were at school up in Nevada."

"The old man's got a crank debt the size of Indiana Hills," Avery explained her predicament, the desperation evident in her voice. "I gotta pay it off or they'll kill him, Jax," she confessed, her words weighted with the burden of responsibility. "I mean, he was a shitty father, but he doesn't deserve to die."

Jax's anger flared at the mention of Avery's father, his fists clenched in frustration. Stanley Case was not a good man, he abused both Avery and Wendy throughout their entire childhood, both mentally and physically. He abused both alcohol and drugs, putting them first before his own family, which usually resulted with him going to prison for short periods of time on and off, or to disappear for months on end, leaving his daughters to fend for themselves.

But Audrey had a heart of gold, which made her very naive at times, always falling back into old patterns. She believed everyone deserved a second chance, so that's what she gave her father time and time again, which got her into some pretty sticky situations. Unlike Wendy, who had cut off their father years ago.

"So, he's resorted to letting his little girl get rear-ended in front of the camera?!" Jax spat, his eyes blazing with fury.

Avery shook her head, "I don't do that shit anymore. I mainly do solo work, with the occasional blow job," she admitted, her words heavy with shame.

Jax's anger continued to simmer beneath the surface as he processed Avery's words, his mind racing with thoughts of retribution, "There's gotta be a better way," he insisted, his voice laced with determination.

"This is the quickest way to pay back Darby," she said with a sigh. If she had a choice she wouldn't be doing this either, but she didn't want to find her father dead in a ditch one day.

Jax's expression softened as he reached out to gently examine Avery's bruised face, his heart breaking at her pain, "Shit, Aves. What did this animal do to you?" he whispered, his voice laced with concern.

"Tell them what Georgie said," Luann interjected, urging Avery to repeat the threatening message from Georgie.

Avery hesitated, before revealing the extent of Georgie's threat, her words a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in their world, "He told me to tell Luann that if the little biker boys show up again, he's going to roll the cameras while he jams his dіck up all your asses," she recounted, her voice trembling with fear.

Jax's features hardened as he vowed to take action, his fists clenched in silent fury, "I'm gonna go fuck this guy up. You alright?" he asked, his concern evident as he searched Avery's eyes for reassurance.

Avery nodded, a flicker of determination igniting within her despite the pain, "Yeah, I'll pull through," she affirmed, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her.

Jax pressed a tender kiss to Avery's cheek, before rising to his feet, his gaze lingering on her form with a mixture of affection and determination, "I'll catch ya later, darlin'," he promised, his voice a solemn vow as he prepared to face the threat head-on.

Luann's voice cut through the tension, her tone a mix of warning and concern as she addressed Jax, "Jax, don't you do anything!" she admonished, her words a desperate plea for restraint amidst the escalating chaos.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?!" Jax roared back, his face full of fury. "He came after my family! Now, it's personal! Get her patched up! Call the rest of your talent, tell them to lock their goddamn doors!" he commanded, his voice echoing with authority.

As Jax and Chibs prepared to leave, Luann's voice echoed with a note of apology as she recoiled, slight fear over taking her features at Jax's outburst.

"Should we call Clay?" Chibs asked, moving in toe with his V.P.

"Nah, I'll handle it. I need you to make sure she gets home. Keep her safe," Jax replied, motioning to Avery, who was now being comforted by Luann once more as the tears of pain and fear started to overwhelm her.

"All right, Jackie boy," with a nod of understanding and a pat on the back, Chibs accepted the responsibility, his gaze unwavering as he watched Jax depart, before heading back over to Avery and Luann.

***

Stepping through the doors to Avery's upstairs apartment, Chibs' eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight before him.

The apartment was dimly lit with flickering fluorescent lights, casting shadows on cracked walls. The air was heavy with the scent of stale cigarettes and mildew. Rusty pipes groaned in protest as water dripped from leaky faucets. Outside, sirens wailed in the distance, punctuating the constant hum of urban decay.

Although, despite the neglect, the apartment displayed a sense of home with mismatched furniture arranged in a cozy layout. A threadbare rug covers the worn linoleum floor, and faded curtains hung from the windows, attempting to soften the harsh sites of the rough streets. Despite the cracks in the walls, framed photos and knick-knacks added a personal touch of Avery.

"Thanks for dropping me off and walking me to the door, Filip," Avery said as she closed the door behind them, discarding her bag, phone and keys on the kitchen counter.

"Anytime, lass," Chibs said, his Scottish accent filling the air. And Avery wasn't going to lie, she found the sound of his voice very attractive.

While Chibs came to lean on the kitchen counter, his arms folded over his chest, Avery pulled the fridge open, grabbing herself a water, before offering one to Chibs, who waved a dismissive hand, shaking his head.

"But if you don’t mind me asking," Chibs started to say, observing the blonde closely as she came to sit at the dining table cross legged. "You seem like a sweet girl, how do you end up sucking dick for a living?"

Avery choked on a mouth full of water at the abrupt question, placing the bottle of water down in front of her, she let out a sigh, before replying, "I think it stems from my raging daddy issues."

Chibs chuckled, a smirk crossing his face as he shook his head in amusement.

But Avery's expression was dead serious, "I'm not kidding."

All amusement dropped from Chibs’ face at the girl's words.

"I got into the escort business right out of school," Avery started to explain, a hint of sadness etched in her tone. "My mum took off when I was a baby. And my dad was in and out of prison, and when he wasn’t, he was never really around, so it was just me and Wendy. If we didn’t work, we didn't eat, we didn't bath - It kept the lights on. And as time went by I just got deeper and deeper into the industry."

A sympathetic expression crossed Chibs' face as he felt a pang at his heart for the young woman, "I'm sorry," he said softly.

"I'm not," she retorted, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly at Chibs' surprised expression. "I know where I come from, and I know who I am. Sometimes life deals you a rough hand, and you do what you have to do to make it through. We all have our own deck of cards to play. Isn't that why you wear that kutte?"

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, nodding his head in agreement, "I guess so," he said, striding forward and pulling out a chair, before taking a seat across from Avery.

Avery watched him cautiously with a hint of confusion, "You don't have to stay, you know. I'll be fine," she assured. "Jax is being way too overprotective."

But Chibs didn't even attempt to move as he simply leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest, "I think it's best that I do, they might come back."

"If you insist," she said, making it to her feet. "There's beer in the fridge, help yourself. I'm gonna shower," she declared, starting to remove her clothes right in front of him without a care in the world, before heading into her bathroom.

Chibs’ eyes widened as he watched her go, her bare ass on full display.

But as Avery pushed the door close, a crack remained, so Chibs was able see her through the mirror.

Seconds later, the sound of the shower running filled the air, a steady cascade of water against tile echoing softly through the room. But moments later, Chibs' ears caught onto the distant murmuring sound of a girl moaning. His interest piqued as he leaned slightly closer to the door, still seated on the chair in the dining room and as he turned his gaze to the bathroom mirror once more, he caught sight of exactly what she was doing with that damn shower head.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Chibs cursed under his breath, running a hand down his face as he readjusted himself in his pants that seemed to have become very tight all of a sudden.

***

The door to the clubhouse closed behind Avery as stepped inside behind her brother-in-law.

Jax's mind raced with plans and possibilities, each thought a puzzle piece in his quest to protect those he cared about. Yet amidst the chaos of his thoughts, one idea shone brightly like a beacon of hope.

Turning to face Avery, Jax's gaze softened with a newfound determination, "Avery, listen to me," he began. "I know things are tough right now, but maybe there's another way of doing things."

Avery's eyes flickered with curiosity, a glimmer of hope stirring within her weary heart, "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Jax took a step closer, "I want you to come work for the club," he explained, his words measured yet filled with sincerity. "We could use some extra hands behind the bar at Samcro parties. And Mum can always use a hand with paper work at TM."

Avery's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her mind struggling to comprehend the offer before her, "But what about my dad's debt?" she questioned, her stress evident in her tone.

Jax's gaze locked with hers, "I'll talk to the guys, see if we can work something out," he promised, his voice filled with determination. "Maybe we can use some of the money earned at parties to help pay off your old man's debt faster."

A flicker of hope danced in Avery's eyes as she considered Jax's offer, the prospect of freedom tantalisingly close, "You'd do that for me?" she whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Jax nodded, his expression filled with unwavering certainty, "You're family, Avery," he affirmed, his words a solemn vow. "And family takes care of each other."

A smile tugged at the corners of Avery's lips as she reached out to grasp Jax's hand, her touch a silent expression of gratitude, "Thank you, Jackie," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.

With a reassuring squeeze of her hand, Jax offered her a small smile, his heart filled with hope for the girl's future, "I'm gonna get you out of the life, Aves, I promise you that."

***

AVERY'S OUTFIT

The dimly lit bar buzzed with the soft murmur of conversation as Chibs settled onto a stool, his weary frame sinking into the familiar embrace of the worn leather. Avery stood behind the bar, her movements fluid as she worked with practiced ease, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she caught sight of Chibs.

"What can I get ya?" she asked, her voice warm and inviting as she met his gaze.

"A whiskey neat, darlin'," Chibs replied, his brogue soft yet filled with warmth as he returned her smile.

As Avery served him the drink, Chibs took a sip, the smooth burn of the whiskey warming him from the inside out. Yet as he savored the familiar taste, Avery's words cut through the air like a knife.

"So, did you enjoy the show?" she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

In shock, Chibs spit out his drink, the amber liquid splashing against the bar as he struggled to regain his composure.

Avery couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, her laughter a melodic sound amidst the chaos of the bar, "I could see you watching me earlier," she admitted teasingly.

Chibs cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he met Avery's gaze, "I'm sorry, lass, but you didn't exactly close the door."

Avery shrugged, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes, "Yeah, I'm so used to people watching me. It doesn't really affect me anymore," she confessed. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. But I guess it was just the adrenaline - I needed a release."

Chibs nodded understandingly, his expression filled with empathy, "No judgment here, lass," he assured her. "You do what you gotta do."

Avery smiled gratefully with a hint of cheekiness to it - Chibs could tell she was going to be a hand full.

"You want another?" she asked, her voice warm and inviting as she gestured towards his empty glass.

"Aye, love one," Chibs replied, his voice filled with gratitude as he handed her the glass.

As Avery took the glass from Chibs' hand, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them. For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them, before they both brushed it off, returning to their roles with practiced ease.

With a small smile, Avery served Chibs his drink, the warmth of their brief connection lingering in the air like a promise of something yet to come.

A/N:

23/04/2024

This is a possible fanfiction that I want to write, so if you enjoy please let me know and I will definitely continue this story.

~ Marley 😄

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ravencrow83 · 2 years ago

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Again I own nothing *pouty face*

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Hey Little Girl Is Your Daddy Home?

Did He Go And Leave You All Alone?

I Got A Bad Desire

Oh, Oh, Oh, I’m On Fire

…..Bruce Springsteen (I’m On Fire)

Chapter 2

“Earn your kutte prospect! Hit’em yeh little shite!”

Chibs was stomping up and down on the corner of the boxing ring, his voice barely audible over the screams from the crowd around him. Half sacks opponent had already been the first to draw blood and the prospect was beginning to throw lazy punches. Amid the sweat, blood and adrenaline, he found his eyes drifting over to Ra coming out from the clubhouse. Her footing was a little unsteady and her cheeks looked flushed. She maneuvered sloppily through the restless natives, a beer bottle dangling loosely from her hand.

Lightweight

He shook his head dismissively and went back to the fight. Hopefully one of his brothers was remotely sober enough to keep an eye on her. Her father’s chop shop business getting busted had taken quite a chunk of money away from the club and the garage and he had money riding on this fight. He couldn’t afford distraction. Still, call it devotion to the club or morbid curiosity, he couldn’t stop his eyes from wondering to find her.

Ra’s head felt fuzzy. Good fuzzy. The kind of fuzzy that distorted her rational thoughts and it felt good to lose the unwanted clarity. The vibration from the motorcycles coming in and out of the lot and the screams from the fired up bikers provided the perfect white noise. She circled the ring, her brows drawing tighter as she tried to concentrate on the fight. The skirmish, no matter how animated, looked as if it were playing out in slow motion Perhaps she had drank more than she thought.

“Pretty awesome right?”

She nearly lost her footing when an overly enthusiastic Juice snuck up behind her and slapped her on the back. Had the liquor not been doing its job she was sure the gesture would have bordered on painful “Ya..Yeah. Pretty awesome” She was beginning to slur, but figured Juice wouldn’t have noticed over the noise around them “This an every night kinda thing?”

“God I wish” Juice paused to throw his hands up in the air as the crowd broke in to a mixture of boos and excited cheers when one of the men fighting hit the mat “Now the parties..those are a whole other story.” He grinned wickedly.

Ra smiled and nodded. How she was ever going to get sleep in this place was beyond her. Through the haze of people she could see the Scotsman staring down at her from the corner of the boxing ring. She looked away quickly hoping he wasn’t gauging her sobriety considering he was the one that had initiated the drinking to begin with. “Come on” She grabbed Juice by the arm and started pushing passed people to head towards the clubhouse “I need another drink.”

The moment they entered she wanted to turn around and walk back out, feeling as if she had just walked in on some very private party. There were girls on poles wearing nothing but thin lace thongs and men drinking and watching intensely through blood shot eyes. The darkest corner of the room was a blur of skin and moans of pleasure and Ra found herself blushing uncontrollably. Juice wasn’t phased by any of it. He didn’t even spare a second glance as he reached over and grabbed two shots and two beers off the bar. He followed her gaze to where her attention was occupied and saw Tig with a croweater between his legs, his head resting back on the couch.

“Hope you’re not squeamish” He tapped her arm with the glass of whiskey and regained her wondering eyes “We’re not fans of censorship when it comes to..well…anything.”

“Obviously” Ra slurred, downing her shot in one gulp and chasing it with her beer “Didn’t think you guys were a roaming pack of Catholic priests or anything.”

“Oiy! Juicy boy! The prospect pulled it off!” Chibs came up from behind Juice and handed him what looked like a wad of hundred dollar bills “I think tha’ deserves a bit of celebratin’” he motioned for the bartender who dropped what she was doing to quickly shuffle over to them. The blonde leaned over the bar and giggled when Chibs brushed the hair back behind her ear and whispered something only the two of them could hear. When she came back she had a bottle of Patron in her hand and a wide smile on her face.

“Piney’s secret stash eh?” Juice checked the bottle the way a sommelier would check a vintage of wine.

“Ahhh. Fuck‘em. Ol’man don’t do ’nothin but drink. It’s a celebration! Chibs grabbed the bottle and began pouring, stopping when he got to Ra’s empty shot glass “Yeh do tequila there girl or yeh already off yeh face?”

Ra eyed the bottle and openly winced. Last time she did tequila was the night she had gotten arrested for disorderly conduct and kicked out the window of a cop car. However, that was during a time in her life she was actually happy. How could having a couple shots now be any worse than that? She tapped her glass with the tip of her nail and smiled at the Scotsman arrogantly “I’m not oot my face” She mocked “And I can handle anything you throw at me Scotty.”

Chibs poured a shot into her empty glass and winked “Yeh shouldn’t tempt me with such an offer lass.”

The next couple hours were a jumbled blur of liquor and loud music. She could remember bad jokes, friendly insults, and laughing. For the first time in a long time, she could remember laughing. It was probably the best time Ra had had in a long time and judging by the way her head swam and her body swayed, it was a shame she probably wasn’t going to remember it in the morning. Ra pulled her forehead off the bar and stubbed out her umpteenth cigarette.

“I think I have to go to bed.”

She hadn’t been speaking to anyone in particular and the longer the night had gone on the more people had been dropping out to partake in other activities. Those activities were going on in plain sight behind her. The music had died down to a whisperer and was replaced with the sounds of random couples mid coitis. Ra slid off the bar stool and quickly caught herself as her legs wobbled unstably.

“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I gotcha girl.” A pair of arms wrapped around her and Ra’s hands clamped down on leather clad shoulders. Her head lolled back till she was looking up at a pair of hooded brown eyes. Chibs smiled back at her, all the booze seeming to have no effect on him whatsoever “We’re gonna have ta getcha’ tolerance up if yeh gonna be hangin’ round with the boys.”

Ra scrunched her face up “I have tol..toleran..” She giggled as she tried to form the words, but her tongue felt suddenly numb

“Sure yeh do darlin‘. Sure yeh do.”

Chibs threw her arm over his shoulder and wrapped his around her waist while trying to move her down the hall to her room. Ra’s feet dragged lazily on the floor and her head rocked side to side as they walked. The room was spinning now and her stomach flip flopped relentlessly. He opened the door and hit the light switch causing her to moan in annoyance.

“Too bright” She groaned, covering her eyes.

“Okay. Hold yeh horses drunky” Chibs turned the light off and released his grip on her waist to turn on the light in the bathroom and crack the door, leaving a sliver of light through the room “Better?”

“Mmmm” she hummed.

“Figured yeh be needin’ to know where the bathroom is pretty soon.”

Had her body not been weighed down with alcohol, Ra would have attempted a scowl. Instead, she swayed back and forth in the middle of the room. Chibs couldn’t help the smile threatening to spread across his face as he watched her struggle to find the end of the bed. She sat down hard, her head bouncing on impact before her back hit the mattress. Her legs still dangled off the end of the bed and she gave an annoyed grunt that echoed through the room. Chibs glanced towards the door in the hopes that the rest of the guys were too wrapped up in Croweaters to hear her and think his intentions had been anything but noble. Then again, he himself had been questioning his intentions all night. He couldn’t blame it on the booze. She was beautiful, witty and even if all her drinking had caused her present situation, she had lasted longer drinking with the guys than a lot of other women had. Clays words repeated in his head. She was a job. A payoff. A bargaining chip to be played if they needed it. Nothing more. He shook away the thoughts and walked over to the bed.

“Alright Girl. Let’s get yeh all tucked in.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist again and pulled her up towards the pillow, making her whine again in irritation. Ra rolled over on her side and curled up while Chibs pulled to get the covers out from under her.

“How did you get those scars?”

His hands went idle for a moment before he scoffed and flipped the sheet over her “I got them a long time ago.”

“That’s not an answer” She muttered.

“Aye. It’s also no’ a good story ta tell a little girl before she goes ta bed.” He teased “Now, get some sleep.” Chibs checked his handy work. It had been a long time since he tucked someone in to bed. Satisfied, he turned to walk out of the room when he heard her stir again.

“I think you’re still sexy.”

He froze in his steps, one foot still held out in front of him when he glanced over his shoulder at the woman laying in the bed. Her small frame was a mere bump under the covers, eyes shut tightly and pink lips parted while releasing steady breaths. He chuckled, shaking his head as he continued down the hall.

“Aye. Yeh ain’t so bad yourself girl.”

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The moment her head lifted off the pillow, Ra’s stomach immediately rebelled with itself and she barely made it into the bathroom before emptying it’s contents. She fell back against the wall while she tried to catch her breath. The taste and smell of liquor made her stomach lurch painfully. She rested her head back against the peeling wallpaper, clicking her tongue off the roof of her mouth with a shudder. The overpowering flavor of tobacco in her mouth and the heaviness in her chest were reminders of why she had stopped smoking to begin with. “Never. Drinking. Again.” She mumbled another string of curses under her breath while trying to piece last night together. No memory played all the way through. Everything was choppy and distorted. Getting up on her hands and knees, she crawled on the tiled floor to the shower and turned the knob. Maybe cold water would jog her memory. Her hands gripped the sink as she pulled herself up unsteadily and looked in the mirror. Her make up was smeared down her face and she was still in her clothes from the night before. That was at least a good sign. She undressed and climbed into the tub, sitting down on the narrow back ledge while letting the lukewarm water cover her.

“Fuckin’ tequila” She whispered out loud.

Ra exited the bathroom in a towel and tossed one of her bags on the bed. She pulled out a pair of torn up jeans and a gray form fitting shirt. She thought if she was going to have to show up in the garage in this condition, she might as well obey Gemma’s bullshit appointed dress code. Her long black hair went up into a high messy bun, making it loose enough to not pull at her already throbbing head. She opened up the medicine cabinet in the hopes of finding eye drops and aspirin but found only condoms and some first aid bandages. Her shoulders dropped in defeat. This was going to be the worst day ever.

She exited the bedroom carefully, peaking out down the hall to see if there was any movement yet in the clubhouse. She cringed when the smell of smoke and booze slapped her in the face, the very source of her self inflicted ailments. But there was another aroma that caught her attention.

Coffee.

She tip toed down the corridor till she came to bar area and went slack jawed at the sight in front of her. It looked like something out of an ancient Roman orgy. Half naked men and women sprawled out over every inch of the clubhouse, snoring contently wrapped around one another the way they passed out. She was just about to head into the kitchen when she noticed one of the couples lying on the same couch remembered Tig on the night before. Chibs lay on his side, his belt and pants undone and one arm wrapped around the blonde bartender from last night. She was in nothing but a black and red g-string and her chest was flush against the Scottish biker. Ra felt an odd stirring in her chest. A baseless sense of jealousy she supposed. She dismissed it as anger towards the bartender for dishing out the booze that was causing the pounding in her head.

“Mornin’ birdie. Sleep alright?”

Ra jumped at the sound of Gemma’s voice coming from the small room off to the side of the hall. She entered, taken aback at how put together Gemma looked this early in the morning. She sat perched on a stool like a queen on a throne, a cigarette dangling loosely between her fingers. She smiled smugly at the unmistakably hungover girl in front of her.

“Coffee’s done.” she said, raising her own glass to her lips “Food too. Aspirin in the cabinet if you need it.”

Ra didn’t hesitate to spin around and open up the cabinet above her. A giant bottle of Tylenol, among other prescription bottles, looked down on her like a glowing beacon of hope.

“Had a good time last night?”

Ra scoffed as she poured a cup of coffee “Yeah. It won’t have any effect on my work.”

Gemma’s brows tensed for a moment before she let out a breathy laugh “If I didn’t allow the boys to come to work because they were hungover I wouldn’t be in business. Long as you get your job done.” She draped a arm over the back of her chair and took a long drag off her cigarette “You and our resident Scotty looked close last night. Something going on there?”

The simple observation made last night come rushing back to Ra. Nothing happened as far as she remembered. Chibs had been within arms length of her all night and helped her to her room when the liquor had finally taken full effect, but nothing more than that. Ra bobbed her head in the direction of the occupied couch and leaned back against the counter “You tell me.”

Gemma peered around the corner and grinned “Oh sweetheart. Those are just one of the services those girls offer. It’s just pussy.”

“You allow Clay to..”

“No.” Gemma interrupted, already knowing the question “I locked that down a long time ago. The girls in here know Clay is off limits. And if they don’t..” she straightened up dramatically and put a hand on her hip “I rip their tits off.”

Ra smirked and nodded. She didn’t doubt it. If this was Gemma being nice she hated to see how the MC queen reacted when she was crossed. “Well, Chibs can do what he wants. Christ, it was a night of drinking and harmless flirting, not some Jane Austen romance novel. I know nothing about the guy other than the fact he‘s Scottish, loves alcohol and curses like a sailor. Oh and he apparently has a thing for blondes which I am not.” She hesitated, sucking in a breath when she realized that may have come out with a little more bitterness than intended “I just know I have a drinking buddy when I need one. Nothing romantic.”

Gemma eyed her suspiciously, gauging her sincerity while she studied her face. Not getting any reaction, she gave a resigned smile and smacked her butt as they walked out of the room “Alright birdie. Let‘s get to work.”

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I’m being punished. That was all Ra could think when she first got out to the garage. The first time all season the temperature had gone in to the upper nineties had to be on the day of the worst hangover of her life. She struggled through it though, catching amused looks from Gemma through the blinds of her air conditioned office. She may have seemed apathetic earlier, but now she was making a point to make sure it didn’t happen again. It was only herself and a strange sort of man named Lowell. He was shy and awkward, but a wiz mechanic. It was almost noon when the guys stumbled out of the clubhouse like a pack of vampires cowering from the sun. Some already had beer bottles in their hands.

“Must be quite the life” she whispered out loud.

Clay pulled his bike into the parking lot, smiling as he dismounted and pulled the leather gloves from his hands “How are things going sweetheart? Finding your way around okay?”

“Fine. Nothing I can’t handle.” Ra called back.

“Good. Good.” Clay paused, shaking his head repeatedly but remaining relatively still as he surveyed the car she had been working on. He looked deep in thought till he noticed her staring “I’m gonna go talk to Gem. Keep up the good work.” He slapped her gently on the shoulder and disappeared into the office. The odd exchange had Ra suddenly worried that perhaps something was going on he wasn’t making her privy too.

Ra glanced back over her shoulder at the guys out on the balcony of the clubhouse. She was sure had Gemma been watching she would have seen the blush rise up in her cheeks when Chibs stepped outside. He slid his sunglasses on and adjusted his kutte before lighting up a cigarette. Blowing the smoke out slowly, he dipped his frames down to the end of his nose and looked back at her as if he could sense her watching him. Ra turned around quickly to the open hood of the SUV she had been working on and tried to remember what she had been doing. Faint footsteps on the pavement grew louder and she squeezed her eyes shut in the hopes maybe that would somehow make her invisible.

“Alive and well I see.” came a Scottish inflection from behind her.

“Alive” Ra grumbled.

Chibs couldn’t help but stare as she leaned over the car she was working on. The bartender from last night had been an attempt to get rid of any suppressed sexual tension he had been feeling and where it had been good, it apparently wasn’t good enough. Ra was the first thing he thought of when he woke up this morning. He knew Gemma would have her ass if she still sleeping it off, so after he dismissed the bartender, he made his way to her room. Finding it empty only brought on a new wave of urgency. She had gotten up before him and had to of seen him with the blonde whose name he hadn’t even taken the time to know. There was a stirring of irritation in him at the fact he even cared what she thought. Christ she hadn’t even been here twenty four hours. He had watched her for awhile through the window of the clubhouse. The engine grease smudged on her cheek and the oversized Teller-Morrow smock only adding more to her forbidden appeal. If she had just been like any other piece of ass that walked through this clubhouse, it would have been so much easier. He could have fucked her brains out, gotten it over with and let everything go back to business as usual. Standing outside with her now, under the weight of her narrowed gaze and the heat of the sun, he felt the need to explain himself but was rendered mute.

“Thanks by the way.” Ra finally fractured the silence between them, looking rather annoyed at having to voice her gratitude.

Chibs quirked a brow in surprise “For?”

“Ya know..” She fidgeted with the wrench in her hand timidly “Getting me in to bed and all.” She mentally slapped herself at her choice of words. More so when a crooked smile appeared on Chibs’ face, making his dimples deepen.

“Don’t mention it. Yeh pretty charmin’ when yeh off your face.”

He peered over his sunglasses and wagged his eyebrows up and down before turning on his heel to head back towards the clubhouse. Ra stood dumbfounded. Had something happened last night that she really didn’t remember? “Wait a minute!”

Chibs kept his back to her as she approached. It was the only thing he could do to keep her from seeing the smirk on his face.

“Did somethin…” Glancing over his shoulder, Ra noticed Tig, Juice, Bobby, and Opie staring at them curiously from the picnic tables and she lowered her voice to a whispered hiss “Did something happen last night?”

Chibs cocked his head to the side and attempted to look hurt “Aye. A lot of things happened last night. Prospect won us money, we went through two bottles of Piney’s Patron, yeh danced with some of the girls. Yeh very good at tha’ yeh know.”

Ra winced. She didn’t remember dancing but that wasn’t what she was getting at and he knew it “You know what I mean Chibs. Did something happen with you and I?”

He pulled another cigarette out and lit it slowly, purposely taking his time to make her even more flustered. She raised her brows in annoyance and he finally caved “No. Nothing happened last night. Yeh were very ladylike. Even when yeh passed out on the bed. Barely any droolin‘.”

Her body relaxed and her pursed lips twisted up into a smile “Good to know.” She turned to walk away and Chibs couldn’t waste the opportunity to tease her again.

“Yeh think I’m sexy though huh?”

Ra came to a quick halt and twisted back around “huh?”

“Last night” He repeated “Yeh said yeh thought I was sexy.”

“I did?”

Chibs nodded, his grin turning cocky when he noticed the slack jawed look on her face. He was toying with her. Probably making a point to make her feel more foolish than she did last night. Ra straightened up and narrowed her eyes “I said sexy?”

“Devastatingly sexy. Unbearably sexy.” He lied.

“Hmm.” She hummed playfully “Guess I was a lot more drunk than I thought.”

She winked at him and continued back to the garage, overemphasizing the sway of her hips. When she glanced over her shoulder at him, Chibs was still watching her intently, his lips set in the shape of an “O” in mock offense.

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Two sets of eyes watched the pairs exchanged from behind opened blinds.

“What do ya make of that?” Clay asked his queen, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

“It is what it is. The girl’s not so bad. I kinda like her.” She leaned her head back against his shoulder and rubbed his sore hands “Seeing him curled up next to a croweater this morning probably put her off.”

“Yeah well that’s where he needs to be. I told the guys already I don’t want them getting involved with the kid. In case something happens with her dad, I don’t need things getting complicated.”

“When’s the last time you saw Chibs choose pussy over the club? I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Might as well let them have fun.” Gemma twisted around in his grasp and wrapped her arms around his neck “What are you gonna do with her if her old man rats anyway?”

Clay rested his forehead against hers and sighed. The last thing he wanted was to do any harm to the girl, but after finding out from Unser that the ATF were investigating the MC, he had to have some kind of leverage to protect the club “I hope it don’t get to that point Gem. I really do.”

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years ago

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Awake the Beast - A Chibs Telford/Reader Smut Short.

For @mandyzsick101

Words - 259

Warnings - Smut below the cut. Minors DNI!

“Stop trying tae wake the beast,” your boyfriend instructs as you sit astride him, somewhat discreetly grinding yourself against the bulge in his jeans, enjoying the feel of him stiffening against your apex.

“I could pull it out and fuck you right here, real slow, and nobody would notice,” you tease, your mouth moving to his neck, licking along the column of his throat, scattering kisses, his groan vibrating against your lips. “Or I could just have you inside me, and squeeze on you, make you even harder, then keep on clenching my tight little pussy around you until you’re shaking and dying to cum, but you don’t dare, because you know you’ll moan so fucking loudly when you do, everyone in this bar will turn and look. Fuck, I really want to make you cum, too, have you fill me up.”

Feeling him hardening more, you continue gently pressing against him, your clit sparking against the thick, hot swell firming beneath it. “God, such a fucking huge cock. Always splits me so damned wide. I’m wet just thinking about you being inside me.”

Reaching beneath your skirt, your fingers skim against your folds, dampening them adequately before pushing them into his mouth. The noise he makes. Fuck. Your insides throb to hear it, that groan, gone to gravel completely.

He eyes you darkly, his finger reaching under the little padlocked chain around your neck, pulling you close. “You’re so in for it when we get home.”

You grin, kissing him deeply. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for.”

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dallianceangel · 23 days ago

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Ho, Ho, Holy Fuck 🎅🏼🎄

A random Chibs drabble for you

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

“Fuck, you feel so good, lass,” Chibs growls, pounding in and out of you from behind, dressed in a Santa Claus costume.

You arch your back, your sexy elf costume clinging to your skin as he fucks you deeper, each thrust sending you closer to the edge.

“Harder, Chibs,” you moan, feeling him shift his grip, pulling you closer. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Suddenly, the door swings open.

“Ho, ho, holy fuck!” Juice shouts, eyes wide in shock.

“Juice! Not what it looks like!” you gasp, frantically trying to cover yourself.

“Looks pretty festive to me!” he chuckles, shaking his head as he retreats.

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tumbleweed-writes · 7 months ago

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Death and the Lady: Chibs Telford X Reader. Chapter Twelve

TAG LIST: @youngadult9016 @mrsfilipchibstelford @mamawiggers1980 @ravennaortiz @liveinsteadofdreaming @redwoodmaya

PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE

18+ Only. Crude sexual language.

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Chapter Twelve: Lamb

The door to the deputy sheriff’s office in Charming’s local P.D., was yanked open so hard that it could almost be considered a miracle it did not fracture the drywall against the doorknob as it slammed against the wall.

Deputy David Hale stared down at Agent June Stahl, his eyes dark and narrow the words flying from his lips. “You had my guys pull records on Tara Knowles and Y/N Y/L/N?”

Stahl gazed up at the infuriated deputy, her voice calm and cool showing no regard for his anger, she not even caring enough to address the question. “Did you enjoy your lunch break?”

Hale glared down at the ATF agent spotting the files spread out across the desk, his stomach turning at the clear sight of old mugshots featuring both Tara and Y/N along with police reports.

He didn’t understand what angle Stahl was working here. If she was interested in ol ladies then surely Gemma Teller Morrow would be a better choice.

Tara and Y/N weren’t exactly on the same level as the Queen of SAMCRO. What could they possibly provide Stahl to build a RICO case against SAMCRO?

Both Tara and Y/N having questionable taste in romantic partners didn’t exactly mean they were involved in gun running.

Deputy Hale slammed the door shut behind him not wanting any nearby ears to pick up on the conversation he was about to have with Stahl. He knew he’d already attracted a few gazes from both ATF agents and his fellow department coworkers by bursting in here clearly pissed off.

He spoke his voice harsh, as he glared down at her, the agent looking all too comfortable sitting at his desk. “They have nothing to do with this investigation.”

“Oh, David. How willfully naive. They have so much to do with this investigation. You aren’t seeing the possibility behind these two.” Stahl remarked an amused smirk crossing her lips at how worked up the good deputy seemed to be over the mention of these two women.

It seemed that she had struck a nerve in him, and she was unable to avoid the temptation to strike again.

Hale let out a scoff at the comment addressing his first concern. “Tara Knowles left Charming and SAMCRO behind. She might have had a wild past, but she’s cleaned up her act. She went out to Chicago and got a medical degree. She’s not opening beers for outlaws anymore.”

“Oh, we both know that’s not entirely true. All these photos Agent Kohn provided seem to indicate that Dr. Knowles is starting to get a little close and personal with one very patched in Jackson Teller. Those two have a history judging by these police reports. Arrests in the nineties for public intoxication, disorderly conduct, and possession of stolen property, all in the company of one Jackson Teller.”

“They dated back when we were teenagers. We all did stupid things as teens. She left town at nineteen and left Teller and the MC behind. She’s been gone for over a decade now. She only came back because her dad died and she got a job opportunity out here.” Hale snapped Agent Stahl rolling her eyes at the comment.

“She was out in Chicago, David. She was top of the class from the looks of it. Brilliant young woman with the accolades to back it up, just how many job opportunities must those brains and accomplishments have brought in for her? With her background she could take a job anywhere in the country at any hospital of her choice. Why’d she pick Charming? I can’t imagine it's just homesickness that led her back here. She could have stayed out in Chicago and made a hell of a lot more money than Saint Thomas is probably offering her. Why pick Saint Thomas and Charming? I think we both are well aware of Agent Kohn’s real reason for coming out to Charming. Agent Kohn is one sick puppy and I can’t imagine Tara was too keen on sticking around up in Chicago with him hanging around. Tara’s ex boyfriend becomes her stalker and she comes back to a town where her first love has a dangerous reputation. You don’t think that’s a little convenient? '' Stahl pointed out Hale gritting his jaw unwilling to admit that the answer to just why she’d come back home lay in Jax Teller.

He spoke, still refusing to admit that Tara could possibly have any possible information to build a RICO case. “I’m sure Jackson Teller’s boy being premature has made Tara and he take some walks down memory lane, but Tara is no ol lady. She’s not getting any pillow talk about gun running from anyone in SAMCRO. Agent Kohn has been taken care of. He’s heading back to Chicago to answer to his superiors. Tara Knowles isn’t looking to seek protection from Teller.”

Stahl raised a brow at the comments, shrugging her shoulders as she spoke. “That may be the case, but you do have to be a little curious about the similarities between Dr. Knowles and Miss. Y/L/N. Both young women with troubled criminally prone backgrounds who left town only to come back after losing their fathers. Both women have been seen in the company of at least one patched in member of SAMCRO. In fact, both women share some similarities in their rap sheets. Looks like they have both been arrested in the company of one Jackson Teller. I do have to wonder if Dr. Knowles knows that Jax found a new Bonnie to his Clyde in her absence.”

Hale let out a huff at this, his voice holding an edge of irritation as he glared down at Stahl. “Y/N had some difficult years in her late teens and early twenties. Jackson and she shared a bond given her brother’s accident.”

“Yes, Daniel Y/L/N. It’s a shame what happened to him. Miss. Y/L/N dutifully pays those institutionalization bills to keep him cared for. Looks like he wasn’t on the best path though. He ran around with Harry Opie Winston and Jackson Teller from what I’m gathering from Daniel’s police record. Looks like his first few arrests weren’t anything too grand, arrests in his late teens for possession of marijuana…not enough to get him more than a fine…some drunk and disorderlies around the same time. He was arrested with both Winston and Teller for a drunken brawl out at the Hairy Dog back when he was twenty one. The arresting officer commented that Mr. Y/L/N seemed elated by the violence. Judging by the black eye and the grin on his face in this mugshot, he was in his element. Strange how he never prospected for the MC. Looks like he was as thick as thieves with Teller and Winston before the accident.”

“His father kept him on a tight leash. After that arrest at twenty one he gave him an ultimatum, some tough love to get him on the right path. From my understanding he told him to get his shit together and enroll in community college or lose access to Y/N. His father didn’t want him leading her down that path. Daniel loved his little sister dearly. She worshiped Daniel and their father knew she’d follow him anywhere. His accident was heartbreaking for her. He may as well have died with as hard as she took it. He was more than a brother to her. I'm sure she viewed Daniel as being her best friend.” Hale explained shifting in place his stomach turning at the mention of a young man he’d once considered a friend before Daniel started going down a bad path with Opie and Jax.

“Looks like the ultimatum was in vain. Daniel Y/L/N has his motorcycle accident and that same year Y/N gets arrested in the company of Jackson Teller. She got busted for public intoxication. Scandalous considering she was all of eighteen and Mr. Teller was about twenty three, a little too old to be sniffing around her, but we both know the MC isn't filled morally upstanding guys. Her being barely out of being considered jailbait must have been thrilling for the boys at SAMCRO.” Stahl provided proudly displaying the mugshot.

Hale gazed down at the mugshot of an eighteen year old Y/N, her face still holding baby fat, her hair a faded pink that had gone a peachy tone, a dazed look in her eyes; she was clearly under the influence. He could spot chipped black nail polish on her fingers and a silver stud in her left nostril. The tank top she wore was far too low cut revealing the red lace of a bra. The slight smirk on her red painted lips showed that she felt little shame for her very first arrest.

Stahl spoke again providing more information about Y/N’s arrest record. “She continued to become a frequent flier in your jail cells. Looks like she got picked up a few more times at eighteen and nineteen, drunk and disorderly, driving under the influence, driving under the influence on a suspended license, possession of the tiniest amount of pot which wasn't enough to be an issue if she wasn’t clearly drunk, an arrest for shoplifting a pack of cigarettes and a candy bar where the arresting officer noted she seemed intoxicated. You picked her up more than once for some of these arrests…that must have been awkward for you both. Looks like she got a few slaps on the wrist, some fines, and some court ordered community service along with a few alcohol education courses. Didn’t seem to faze her though as the arrests continued…gotta love a small town police department. Most of this crap would have landed her doing some real time anywhere but Charming.”

“Sheriff Unser respected her father…everyone respected her father for the good he did for the community; caring for the deceased. He was a beloved figure around Charming. People saw him as personable and caring for the bereaved and diligent about caring for the dead. He had a reputation for being charitable to those who couldn’t always afford to bury their dead…made him even more adored around town. People felt sorry for him after Daniel’s accident…people around town felt awful for the man losing his son and having a daughter who wasn’t coping well. Lloyd Y/L/N advocated for his daughter to stay out of the system…Unser felt bad given what happened with Daniel, didn’t want Lloyd to lose another kid…The judge who ordered the community service and alcohol awareness courses felt the same way given Unser’s appeals to give Y/N opportunities to get her life on the right track. I don’t know how he kept her out of any real jail time or any harsher punishments…Unser’s a slick son of a bitch. I’m sure some money passed between Lloyd Y/L/N’s palm and the judge’s at least once. Lloyd Y/L/N was morally upstanding, but when it came to his little girl…he was willing and desperate enough to break his morals…especially given the situation with his son. He couldn't bear to lose Y/N too.” Hale provided, gritting his jaw at the thought of Unser.

Stahl shook her head. “Guess it’s good to be friends with Unser. Looks like Unser’s appeals kept her out of too much trouble, but she didn’t get her life on the right track. There’s a few more arrests here at nineteen. This one is interesting; an arrest in the company of one Alexander Tig Trager and one Robert Bobby Elvis Munson at a truck stop right on the edge of Charming city limits. Looks like she was about to turn nineteen and all three were clearly very under the influence. Trager was driving erratically and the officer noted that Y/N was so intoxicated that she fell out of the passengers door when the officer opened it. Local PD couldn’t prove that either man had provided the alcohol for Miss. Y/L/N, so Trager and Munson didn’t get more than a slap on the wrist for being in the company of an intoxicated minor. You do have to admit it's troubling a girl her age was hanging out with two men that age. Rumors around town are that Miss. Y/L/N was a regular at SAMCRO’s clubhouse. Looks like she was a…croweater? Isn’t that the term the Sons use for the club whores?”

The comment made Hale see red, the man speaking his voice harsh. “She kept bad company back then, but she was not playing the croweater game. She was not spreading her legs for every single guy in a kutte.”

Stahl smirked at the comment, quickly addressing it. “Sounds like I struck a nerve there, David. You’re getting a little defensive about Miss. Y/L/N’s promiscuous past? One might think you’re sweet on her.”

She smirked all the more as she spotted the way Hale tensed all the more at the comment. She spotted a flash of indignation in the man’s eyes at the implication that Y/N was a club tart. “You arrested her a few times back then, David? That must have been frustrating for you in more ways than one. I bet you wanted to place her in handcuffs in much different circumstances.”

Hale scoffed at this comment shaking his head, his voice tense he refusing to address the innuendo about handcuffs and Y/N the thought making him a little hot under the collar. “I was close with her brother when we were kids. Having to arrest Y/N was not something I found enjoyable.”

Stahl sighed, backing off the teasing as she pulled out another mugshot. “Looks like she was around nineteen and twenty when things got a little disturbing for Miss Y/L/N. Her partner in crime shifted from Jackson and a few members of SAMCRO and to one Nathaniel Gunner Papadopoulos. Nathaniel or Gunner as he goes by is a Son. Looks like he was a nomad at the time, but nowadays he’s fully patched into the Tacoma charter of the Sons. The first arrests with him follow the same path; public intoxication and drunk and disorderly…then things get dark. There were a few calls out to bars around town where the two had some verbal altercations, there were no arrests for these as they vacated the premises and that satisfied the bar owners. Then there was an arrest outside a gas station for being disorderly in public…Y/N is about nineteen here and Gunner is about twenty six…looks like they got into a verbal altercation once again and Mr. Papadopoulos struck Miss. Y/L/N…he was arrested. She was taken in after she tried to argue with the arresting officer and interfere with the arrest of Mr. Papadopoulos. It seems she was frustrated that he was being arrested as she did not want to press charges for the physical assault on her. That was the first arrest for an altercation between the pair where things got physical. Looks like one of the final arrests we have of the pair involved an altercation the two had outside of a diner when Miss. Y/L/N was twenty. You were one of the responding officers from what I see”.

Hale shifted in place, his jaw clenching so tight he looked as though he might crack a tooth. He cringed as Stahl continued. “Chances are you must remember the arrest, but I can refresh your memory. From the police record it looks as though Mr. Popadopoulos and Miss. Y/L/N were under the influence and having a lovers spat in the parking lot of the diner, over the waitress getting a little too friendly with Mr. Papadopoulos, when Papadopoulos struck Miss. Y/L/N. She reacted by hitting him back and it devolved into a full on physical altercation. Looks like she got him pretty good judging by the scratch marks across his face and the bruises he’s sporting. He seems to have gotten her better though given the split lip. The arresting officer who you were with noted past bruises on Miss. Y/L/N and indicated suspicion of domestic violence, but Miss. Y/L/N seemed to brush questions about it off as evidence of rough sexual encounters between Mr. Papadopoulos and her. You noted in your notes on the arrest that you tried to urge Miss. Y/L/N to press charges against Mr. Papadopoulos as her reaction could be written off as self defense..but she was not interested. The two spent the night in jail and one of the Sons, looks like one of Gunner's fellow nomads that was visiting the mother charter, bailed Gunner out the next morning…Gunner then bailed Miss. Y/L/N out…how romantic. The mugshots are not pretty”

Hale let out a heavy breath, his body filled with tension as he gazed down at the mugshot in question. Y/N looked far less proud of herself in this photo. Her right eye was swollen, the hint of a black eye starting to develop. Her lip was split courtesy of one of Gunner’s silver chunky biker rings. She was dressed in another tight tank top and it did little to hide the bruises across her skin, some markings old and some quite recent. Her eyes held an almost empty sense to them as though she was running on autopilot most of the time but disconnected from her surroundings. Her body seemed too thin and it felt as though it was from more than aging. He suspected drug use though he could not place the drug in question without testing her. Her hair had faded back to its natural tone and the nose piercing was gone. She was scowling at the camera clearly filled with rage.

Hale spoke the words leaving him before he could stop them “I tried to get her to press charges against the bastard. I tried to convince her that he was taking her down a bad path. He had her under some kind of spell or something I don’t know…She left town a few months after that last arrest. Rumors around town said that she was seen using a phone booth near main street looking worse for wear. Her father picked her up and got her out of town.”

Hale took a deep breath, his words harsh he tearing his eyes from the mugshot. “Y/N’s past has no bearing on anything. She has straightened herself out. She’s taken over her father’s business and has stayed on the straightened arrow. She’s grown up.”

“Maybe so…those empty graves that were found back in the cemetery months ago do seem fishy though…given the bodies that disappeared from the Sons warehouse right around the time those bodies from the empty graves were found out in Lodi. Those empty graves were filled by Miss. Y/L/N’s funeral home. Lodi cops seem to have lost steam for the case…and they were satisfied with Miss. Y/L/N’s statements about the incident. Does seem interesting that she comes back to town and just so happens to get involved with a member of SAMCRO right around the time that this whole grave robbing and disappearing bodies situation happens. How convenient for SAMCRO.”

Hale cleared his throat knowing he had his own suspicions about Y/N’s involvement, but he could admit he was choosing to live in denial over the reality of the situation.

He would be lying if he tried to claim he didn’t think of Y/N and didn’t feel some sense of fondness for her.

In some way he still remembered her as the talkative little girl who followed her brother and he around when they were kids.

He thought of her as the lonely child who according to his younger sister never could fit in with their peers.

He'd always felt a sense of care for Y/N none the less. He could remember her being vibrant and brave. She was at times a little too fierce and so unapologetic that it bordered on being rude. He could remember finding the quality somewhat admirable though; her willingness to be so brazen.

As she’d grown she’d seemed determined to follow her brother’s path in the company she kept. Hale had been displeased by her rebellion. He had hoped that her brother's accident would scare her straight but it seemed to push her into a life of chaos. She'd clung to the men who her brother had once run amuck with.

Jackson Teller had seemed willing to take Y/N under his wing and lead her to destruction.

Hale would be lying if he tried to claim he didn’t feel slightly disturbed as he stood aside and watched Y/N grow into an attractive young woman who seemed to be all too comfortable around the local outlaw MC. He’d maybe gone out of his way back then to try to coax her into understanding that she was down a bad path. He'd been a rookie cop back then and had been all too aware of Y/N's bad behavior. He'd tried to reason with her using his past friendship with her brother to coax her into getting on the right path. When Gunner had gotten involved with her that coaxing had increased but Y/N had practically spit in Hale’s face at his attempts to rescue her from her situation.

He’d been grateful when she'd left town. He'd hoped that she was getting her head on straight. When she came back to town Hale had hopes that she’d grown up in her time away. He’d been relieved when it seemed she’d turned over a new leaf.

Hale could admit that he'd been hopeful that she was done with bad boys in kuttes.

He could also admit that he'd felt a sense of attraction for the young woman who had returned to run her father's funeral home. She seemed a far cry from the angry young woman who used to run around with the MC.

He had been stunned to realize that he no longer viewed her as his old childhood friend's rebellious baby sister. She had grown into an elegant young woman who was dedicated to a respectful career.

He had hopes that perhaps her taste in men had matured as well along with the more sophisticated appearance she'd adopted.

He’d maybe even tried to ask her to dinner or coffee once or twice but she’d rejected the offers. He’d told himself not to take offense to her rejection. He'd decided that perhaps Y/N was going through a difficult time, losing her father and being back in a town she probably was not thrilled to be in.

He had told himself to bide his time and be patient. He had hopes that perhaps she would settle into town and then maybe be more inclined to give him at least one date.

He had hopes that perhaps he could shoot his shot with her again, but had his hopes dashed when she clearly became involved with SAMCRO once again.

When he’d realized she’d chosen Filip Chibs Telford of all men, Hale had been disgusted. The older Scotsman seemed so wrong for her, and she seemed blind to this fact.

It was kind of insulting realizing she'd turned Hale down and chosen Chibs Telford. Though, Hale had a feeling he'd be insulted if she'd chosen any Son after rejecting him more than once.

It was as though Stahl could read his mind because she spoke all too giddy to pull out another file from the stack. “It seems Miss. Y/L/N still favors a bad boy in a kutte and she still likes her men older. Filip Chibs Telford is an interesting man. He has past rumored ties to the True IRA. He’s been arrested a few times in Belfast, but nothing could ever stick. His wife though…he’s still very much married by the way…is True IRA Royalty. Fiona Larkin is third generation True IRA. She got Telford involved in the cause. They were childhood sweethearts from what I know. The two were living as a married couple for a few years before they had their daughter. They have one child, Kerrianne Larkin Telford. She’s about twelve going on thirteen. Looks like they were a happy little family of terrorists for a few years at least. That changed most likely when one Jimmy O’Phalen rose up in the ranks of the cause. Looks like Jimmy O’ didn’t seem to be a fan of Telford. Rumors have it that O’Phalen scarred Telford’s cheeks and took his family as his own…banished Telford from the cause and Ireland. Telford fell in with SAMBEL…guess he didn’t take the threat to get out of Belfast too seriously though it looks like he only remained in Ireland with SAMBEL for a couple of years…he patched over to SAMCRO right around the Spring of 2000. He rolled into town a few months after Miss. Y/L/N left town…can you imagine if he’d made it stateside a few months before she left…the pair would have found each other sooner. Either way it looks like the pair found each other. I spotted them out and about the other day and by the look of affection I spotted him giving her, I would guess Y/N has been given ol lady status by Telford. She doesn't appear to be sporting the crow ink some of the other ol ladies are, but all the same...the looks he was giving her screamed love…do have to wonder if she knows he’s married.”

She paused watching Hale’s jaw tense a smirk crossing her lips before she spoke again. “She knows how to pick them doesn't she? I bet Telford gives Y/N all sorts of juicy bits of pillow talk…sweet little tight thing like her must make him all relaxed and satisfied enough to get those lips moving. Pussy gets men talking; especially trusted pussy that they love. Judging by the looks Telford gives her around town; he’s dedicated. Given his traumatic past and his appearance, I bet it wasn’t hard to get him dedicated. I have a feeling that Y/N doesn’t have to do much to get him talking. Bet she only has to suck him off to get all sorts of information out of him.”

“She’s not going to say a word, if she is an ol lady, she’s been given the orders on how to handle questions about the club. Even if Chibs is giving her details she won’t betray him.” Hale snapped trying to push thoughts of Y/N and Chibs doing anything slightly sexual from his head, the thought feeling him with both disgust and envy of what the Scotsman managed to have with Y/N.

Stahl shrugged her shoulders as she spoke. “Even if she doesn’t know he’s still married? Bet if we dropped some truth on her about her boyfriend’s current marital status, we might get her pissed off enough to run her mouth. If he betrayed her then well…hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

“And if she knows he’s married.” Hale remarked what Stahl was suggesting make bile rise in the back of his throat. Call it a crush or fondness or whatever, but he didn’t like the idea of breaking Y/N’s heart to get information.

“If the tart is fine with being a mistress then I’m sure we can find some other way to get her lips moving. It doesn’t hurt to give her some pressure and see how she handles it.” Stahl provided a smirk crossing her lips at the rage in Hale’s eyes at the statement about Y/N being a tart.

She spoke again, a chuckle leaving her. “Don’t look so gloomy David, this might work in your favor. We get Telford out of the picture and you might just have a shot. Maybe we push her off bad boys, you can play white knight. You can finally put those handcuffs to use with her in a far more pleasant environment. Of course that might put a stop to the fun we’ve been having together hmm, but who am I to stand in the way of true love.”

He scoffed at the comment, his shoulders tensing at the suggestion as well as the implication of what Stahl and he had fallen into.

Stahl let out a sigh. “She can have you when I’m done. Trust me David, we can always press the ol ladies. No information is useless in RICO.”

Hale cringed at the comment, his stomach turning at this plan.

He took a deep breath, having the feeling that Stahl was in for a challenge. Y/N was a tough nut to crack.

Pissed off Y/N didn’t run her mouth. She just lashed out.

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Y/N was surprised and relieved to see the roses left on her parent’s gravestones. She could admit she’d not been to the graveside since her father’s burial.

She’d been to the cemetery plenty enough thanks to her work…but she’d not had the nerve to walk over to the section where quite a few of her family were laid to their final rests.

Her paternal ancestors and their spouses were all buried close by one another. The oldest section of the cemetery held her oldest ancestors and their offspring.

She knew that one day she herself would most likely be buried here alongside her family. There were already two plots at her parents' side that technically belonged to her.

Her father was always one to plan ahead when it came to funerals and had purchased the plots remarking Y/N could keep them for Daniel and herself or if she married and wanted to be buried with her future spouse she could sell her plot.

She had rolled her eyes at the comment about marriage of course. The idea had seemed preposterous given her tumultuous dating history and how most men who might be ideal for a future spouse showed her little interest aside from gazing longingly at her body.

She’d dated a few guys out in New York. She’d even had one pretty serious boyfriend but it had fizzled out before any serious talk about marriage and the future had come to fruition.

She knew her past held her back in her relationships in New York. How was she supposed to explain her past with the MC in Charming to prospective life partners?

She knew her most recent ex-boyfriend had some suspicions about her past…given her tendency to occasionally flinch during moments of intimacy that got a little too rough. She had never worked up the nerve to go into the full story though. She had a feeling her ex had sensed her trauma but had not been equipped to deal with it when she’d shut down any pleas for information about her past.

She was not quite ready to go into her background with that boyfriend. She was certain he couldn’t handle her past. So, she’d pushed him away the same way she did with most boyfriends. Scaring guys and pushing them out with cold behavior was easier than going into detail about her time as a friend of SAMCRO and the pain she’d endured at Gunner’s hands.

Chibs Telford was the first romantic partner who had any knowledge of what Gunner had done to her as well as her past sexual encounters with both Jax and a few other men.

She was stunned by Chibs’ reaction. He not only still wanted her, but had proven to her that he desired her.

It was not an outcome she had imagined when she’d allowed herself to imagine what might happen if she were to ever reveal the darker parts of her past to a man who liked her.

She kept thinking back to the words Chibs had said to her after he’d eaten her out; that he wanted to show her how she deserved to be treated.

It was a new and exciting concept to her; being treated well by a romantic partner.

She hoped that she’d proven to him that she wanted to treat him in kind. She couldn’t help but to think that with his own traumas he deserved to be reminded of how he deserved to be treated as well.

She’d been more certain that he deserved all the tenderness and adoration on the planet by his reaction to the knowledge that she was planning on going to the gravesite today.

He’d offered to come along with her. He’d wanted to provide her with emotional support when she’d admitted she’d not gone to her parents' gravesite since her father’s funeral.

Y/N could admit she’d been tempted to let him tag along.

She’d resisted the urge to allow it though. She’d told herself that her first visit to the gravesite should be on her own.

Perhaps in the future though; she might let Chibs come with her.

A morbid voice in the back of her head told her it was the most depressing bring the guy you like home to meet the parents' situation, but she shushed the voice.

She was also overtaken with the realization that she was an orphan now. She had no living parents…so that made her an orphan didn’t it?

A voice in the back of her head told her it was a dumb thought…everyone became an orphan at some point in their lives, so it wasn’t something that was that unique.

She shifted the red roses aside placing the daisies she’d purchased on either parent’s grave.

She had a feeling the roses left on each grave had been Old Charlie’s doing. Roses seemed more his taste than Skeeter’s.

She was not surprised to see that the graves had been well maintained, any flowers that had been left at her father’s funeral being taken away after they’d wilted. The area was clean and polished waiting for her.

She had a feeling that this was both Old Charlie’s and Skeeter’s doing. The men had most likely been out to the gravesite maintaining it until she felt ready to make it out. It was clear that they’d cared enough about her to make it neat and ready for her.

She found herself sitting on the ground directly in front of her father’s tombstone not caring if the dirt below her got her jeans somewhat dirty. It would be a long while before grass grew over the filled in grave. Grass had long ago grown over her mother’s filled in grave given that the woman had died when Y/N was so young.

She sighed, her eyes lingering on her mother’s tombstone for a brief moment. She rarely visited it. Her father had been the one who had gone out to maintain it.

She’d gone once or twice when she was a teenager looking for some maternal connection that she’d craved. She felt foolish for the action knowing she would not find that connection in a cold marble tombstone.

Her mother’s full name was written on the dark marble stone in neat font: Caroline Hope Y/L/N. Beloved Wife and Mother. Her birthdate and death date were written below the inscription. A small dove had been carved into the edge of the stone. It was a simple stone and Y/N had been certain her father had struggled to choose it as he’d planned her mother’s entire funeral.

She’d never quite understood how he’d had the mental strength to embalm and bury the woman he loved, but Y/N assumed that in her father’s mind it was just the last act of love he could give his wife. He’d made sure she was cared for. Y/N could distinctly remember seeing the clothing her mother had been buried in…a modest blue sundress with a white floral print and a pearl necklace. She had only been four then, but somehow her mother’s funeral dress was a core memory that had stuck. Her father had allowed Daniel and her to view their mother in the casket at the funeral. Daniel had run away from it but Y/N had remained staring at the woman.

She was unsure if she loved or hated her father’s choice of giving her this core memory.

She tore her eyes from her mother’s tombstone, hating to admit she felt disconnected from the woman. Y/N felt a sense of love knowing that this was her mother, but she didn’t remember her clearly enough to feel the sense of grief she told herself she should feel.

She’d always held the thought in; certain it would upset her father. Her mother had been the love of her father’s life. She’d been his first and his last everything.

They’d met as teenagers and were one another’s first love. Her mother’s father had worked the funeral circuit preaching around Charming and surrounding towns and he’d brought his daughter along. Y/N’s father had been the funeral director’s son.

Y/N’s parents had met for the first time at a funeral. It was not the most romantic meet-cute, but it was her parents.

Her father had never remarried after her mother’s death. He’d not even dated. He’d remained dedicated to her even in death.

When Y/N was younger she’d hoped that she might be lucky enough to find love that deep with someone.

As she’d gotten older though she’d become jaded by the concept.

She sighed, staring at her father’s tombstone, the dark marble was simple with her father's name engraved into the stone: Lloyd Oliver Y/L/N. Beloved Father. Dedicated Husband. Respected Mortician.

The last addition had been her father’s request. Even in death he was proud of his profession.

She felt her throat grow tight telling herself this would feel cathartic even if she was just talking to a marble stone. “I’m sorry I haven’t been out here to visit…I’m actually sorry for a lot of things I’ve done lately.”

She clasped her hands together wringing them, her voice tense. “I can say without any hesitation that if you were still here right now…that saying sorry wouldn’t be enough with what I’ve done. I know how proud you were of our work…how proud you were that I followed you into the work you loved. I’m afraid I’ve sullied it though. You would hate what I’ve done…I fucked it up again, just like I always do. You know me; family disappointment as usual.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, her voice soft. “I’m sorry though, I really really am. I went down a path you’d hate. I got greedy and now I can’t get out of this…the sick thing is I was given a possible way out of it by Filip and I told him no. I am so desperate to burn in the hell of my own making. I…maybe I just like the pain. I think I deserve it in some sick way. How else do you explain why I’m so impulsive? I let the flame burn me and I never figure out that fire hurts…maybe I know it hurts but some part of me likes it. Maybe I’m sick? You did always worry about me…when I was a kid, I was way too interested in your job…Remember that teacher I had in elementary…fourth grade…she thought I was disturbed because I talked about your job so much…maybe I am. I mean what kind of person is so willing to do what I’ve done? What kind of girl prefers the company of the dead because the living scare the hell out of her? Maybe people around town are right about me? I’ve had a few boyfriends in New York tell me I’m not normal. Maybe at the end of the day I’m not right in the head…maybe I’m fucked mentally. How else do you explain the choices I make? I’ve always been quick to anger, too depressed, too impulsive, too starved for risk. I never know what’s good for me. I’ve had nice guys ask me out…back in New York…hell even Deputy Hale tried to take me to dinner pretty soon after I got into town… and I would rather scoop my eyes out with a melon baller than let a nice guy love me. I push people away because it protects me. I go for guys who don’t deserve me…I go for what hurts me. I let someone like Gunner violate me more than once and I stuck around. Maybe my brain is just abnormal.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “I always felt bad for you…two bad kids. How could such a nice guy have such bad kids? I used to blame you for it when you’d scold me for whatever crap I had pulled…say that you were too damn nice and that was probably why I was so rotten. I tried to say that maybe if you were less focused on your job and more focused on Danny and me then we’d not have turned out so bad. I know it was unfair to turn it back on you. I think I was parroting the perceptions I heard from people around town though…poor charitable respected Lloyd Y/L/N dedicated to his service to the community but cursed with two ungrateful brats. You were always fighting to keep me out of jail or worse…always dealing with Danny’s health after the accident…always trying to balance the job with making sure your kids stayed alive. I know Danny and I both gave you hell…You died thinking that I was finally done giving you hell…but surprise.”

She let out a shaky sigh, her fingers reaching out to trace the birth and death date on the tombstone. “You died thinking SAMCRO was a thing of my past…you thought your biker whore daughter had finally grown up…I know you’d hate me for calling myself that. You never were fond of my choice in language especially when I used it to degrade myself. I know I always tried to take some high ground and claim that I was nothing like the girls that hung around the MC and threw themselves at anything in a kutte…was I really any better though at the end of the day? I may have been a bit more discerning in who I fucked but…I still liked a man in a kutte and a criminal record a mile long. I loved the danger…I loved the chaos. Nice guys who worked nine to five jobs just didn’t do it for me like the outlaws could. I wasn’t satisfied with a dick unless the guy attached to it had a rap sheet.”

She rolled her eyes, the words leaving her. “I know…just what every man wants to hear about, his daughter’s sex life. I guess you aren’t really here to hear it though…I hope you’re not hanging around watching me that much. That would be kind of creepy if you were just hanging around watching me 24-7.”

She let out another shaky breath as she spoke. “I met someone…Jesus, Daddy, you’d hate Filip. You would take one look at the reaper on his back and kill him on sight. You’d ship me back to New York if you were still here. You would not even give Filip a minute of your time to even attempt to win you over. You would look at his appearance and who he is and want me to get away from him. You’d see the scars on his cheeks and the kutte on his back and that would be that, no chance of accepting him.”

She shook her head, a small humorless laugh leaving her. “I know the age difference would make you less than enthusiastic. He’s forty five years old…just turned forty five. He was about sixteen when I was born. If that wasn’t enough to make you cringe…He’s got a wife and a kid back in Belfast…they’re estranged but they are still there…You’d take one look at those facts and shoot him on sight. I’m sure you’d take me for a fool…your poor damaged daughter hooked up with the married outlaw biker who is way too old for her…and if that didn’t piss you off you’d be so enraged about his past in Belfast even if I’d lie and try to tell you it's only rumors. I know you would just look at Filip and see danger. You’d see a guy who is going to destroy your kid. You wouldn’t think he’s good enough.”

She traced her father’s name, her voice soft. “I know what I’d say to you though. I’d say that he's good enough. I would tell you I don’t care about Belfast or who lives there…The age difference doesn’t bother me. I’d probably try to push your buttons and spit out some bullshit about how I am happy to call Filip Daddy even if he’s not quite old enough for that unless he was a teen dad. I’d probably tell you that a man his age has the experience to know how to make me feel so good, that he’s far more gifted in bed than guys my age.”

She paused, rolling her eyes. “I never was appropriate and I kind of lived to make you cringe back when I was having my rebellious years. I figured out that being vulgar and oversharing about anything sexual could make you back off and not suspect the reality of what I was going through. I was always capable of looking like a proper lady but my mouth and my tendency to love shocking people always ruined the prim lady disguise I wear.”

She cleared her throat, her words genuine. “I would be telling you the truth about him being worthy of me…he reminds me everyday that he wants to be worthy of having me. He’s tried pretty damn hard to woo me. I think even you’d be approving of the effort he’s put into it…the man didn’t run screaming when I told him what a trocar was. That’s impressive, you’d have to admit it. He asks me questions about my job; not to appease me or charm me, but because he wants to hear what I have to say. He’s been good to me. He makes me feel safe. I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel safe…at least not a romantic partner. I’ve never felt this protected with anyone.”

She felt her throat grow tight, spilling more of her heart. “I told him about Gunner…told him more than I even dared to ever tell anyone…even you. Pretty sure he’s the first person besides a therapist who knows all the details. I told him every last detail. He didn't run away like I feared he would. I was sure he’d run…or worse he’d look at me differently…like I am in fact just the biker groupie everyone around town thought I was back then. I was afraid if he knew about Gunner and the others…that he would surely leave. I mean…how is a guy supposed to cope with the fact that some of the men he shares a kutte with have fucked the girl he’s dating…how is he supposed to deal with the fact that one of those men, even if it’s a man in another charter…did what he did to me…I don’t know, I’ve always struggled with admitting what the lack of consent with Gunner meant…saying the word. Filip is the one who said the word…told me how wrong it was…even told me he wanted Gunner dead for what he did to me. I expected my past to be too much for him or for him to develop this weird jealousy issue…you know how guys are when they know someone else has touched their possessions… Filip though, his reaction was to feel sorrow for me…he wanted to show me what being shown love is supposed to feel like…he wanted to protect me and get retribution for what happened to me. He offered to kill for me, Daddy…and he meant it. I know you’d probably not approve of the fact that he’s capable of such a thing…but I’d have to hope that you’d approve of his desire to keep me safe…to love me. Filip doesn’t view me as a possession. I know you’d find that really really hard to believe…men in his world have some pretty fucked views of women. I’m not claiming he’s some abnormality in that world. I just think I’m as much Filip’s as he’s mine though.”

She sighed knowing she was safe to say the words here with no one to listen. “I love him…I love Filip Telford. He doesn’t know about it yet…I’m half afraid to tell him. What if he doesn’t feel the same? I keep thinking of what you’d say…you’d probably tell me that if he’s dumb enough not to love me then he’s too dumb for me. I need him to love me though…it sounds so pathetic to say it…I've never claimed to need anyone to love me...I have always been the type to say that people can love me or hate me and I don't give a damn either way...I like to think I’m independent…that I could go back to life before I met him…I, so much has changed in my life so fast over these past months. I resisted his affections so much when I first met him...I was afraid of what he'd lead me to...of falling back in with SAMCRO. He's made it clear though that he has zero intention of leading me back into the pain that I found with his world...I’m scared of how my life has changed over these past few months, of how things have changed since you died and I came back home, but Filip…he makes it feel so much less scary. I’ve opened up to him so much about my past and I have never felt comfortable enough with anyone to do that. I don't feel so alone with him around. I've never felt that...belonging. I always try to pretend that I don't mind being alone. I try to say that loneliness is just a part of life...Filip makes me want to stop isolating myself...and not accept the idea that I just have to be alone. I have never had that with anyone...the sense that they feel lucky to have me around...the acceptance of me for who I am. I don't have to pretend not to be so morbid or so quick to anger. I don't feel like I have to hide the parts of me that scare other people around Filip. I need him more than he knows. I just keep hoping that maybe he needs me just as bad.”

She shook her head reaching up to wipe at a stray tear threatening to spill from her eye. "I can’t say that you’d be fond of Filip… I can’t say you two would love each other, or even try to pretend to get along…but I think that maybe my loving him would be enough for you…I think me being happy with him would be enough. You always worried about my happiness…about me finding my place in the world. I want to be in his world…it scares me, but I trust that he would keep me safe.”

She spoke again, pulling her hand back from the stone. “I’m going to visit more often…even if you aren’t here, I know you’re not really here…I want to bring Filip sometime. He wants to come with me…to support me. I’m going to let him. I am letting him in…you’d like that…me letting someone in.”

She adjusted the daisies in front of the stone as she spoke. “Even if you wouldn’t be proud of me, I hope you’d still love me. You told me once that a father never stops loving his child. I hope that’s true.”

She stood up, wiping the dirt from her jeans as she spoke. “I love you, Daddy. I’ll see you later.”

She turned ready to make the long trek back to her car hoping that she could maybe get a latte somewhere to perk up enough to make it to the grocery store to gather the items she needed for the week.

She paused as a woman approached her. The professional looking woman was thin and tall with straight dark blonde hair and a pantsuit that screamed Fed. She appeared to be in her mid thirties at least. Her lips were thin and she wore little makeup. She had a narrow straight nose and well manicured brows. Her eyes were dark and they were fixed on Y/N.

She felt a chill run down her spine as the woman approached her giving a calm smile that did not match the intensity of her gaze. “Y/N Y/L/N?”

Y/N nodded her head, her voice tense, she doing her best to appear relaxed and calm. “Speaking.”

The woman pulled a badge from her jacket pocket revealing that Y/N was right to think fed. “Agent June Stahl, ATF.”

Y/N sighed keeping that same relaxed demeanor as she spoke. “Can I help you Agent Stahl?”

“I’m guessing you aren’t here on business? More of a personal visit?” Stahl asked, nodding down at the dark wash jeans and gray babydoll tee Y/N was wearing.

Y/N spoke her stomach turning at Stahl’s avoidance of the question. “I’m not here for work.”

She paused speaking again trying to sound more assertive than she felt. “How can I help you?”

Stahl spoke as she shoved her badge back into her jacket pocket. “What do you know about SAMCRO?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the question. Stahl apparently was ready to jump right into it. She shrugged her shoulders giving the company line Chibs had taught her to give though she’d known the line long before Chibs and she had become involved. “That motorcycle club? Pretty sure they’re just a bunch of mechanics who are motorcycle enthusiasts. Pretty sure they throw a good wild party.”

Stahl smirked at the comment, not surprised by it. “Of course, Didn’t you used to be a frequent attendee of those wild parties?”

Y/N shifted in place, her arms crossing over her chest. “I did use to prefer Jack Daniels to mint tea. Didn’t everyone have a rebellious phase?”

Stahl nodded her head, not missing the chance. “And what a phase it was for you. I have to say I’m kind of annoyed but impressed, Y/N, several arrests under your belt and you served not a moment in a real jail cell. Looks like you got more than a few slaps on the wrist though…guess it helps that your daddy was buddy buddy with the local sheriff.”

Y/N held her head up high fast to respond, keeping her voice even refusing to address how her father had always been willing to appeal to Unser to keep her out of any real trouble. “I am not proud of my past behavior. If I could go back I’d change a few things.”

“Is SAMCRO one of those things you might change? I have taken a look at that rap sheet of yours, sweetheart, looks like the innocent club of motorcycle enthusiasts got you into some trouble back in the day.” Stahl remarked, stepping closer to Y/N.

Y/N stepped back a frown crossing her features. “Like I said, I indulged a little too hard back then…people do dumb shit when they’re drunk.”

“Is one of those dumb things Nathaniel Papadopoulos? Or Gunner…as he seems to insist on being called?” Stahl remarked not shy about bringing up something that she knew would make Y/N cringe.

The mention of Gunner did just that. Y/N crossed her arms tighter, her voice picking up a hint of tension. “I did dumb shit when I drank as much as I did. He was the dumbest. I was nineteen years old when I met him…I wasn’t mature enough to pick romantic partners who were the best for me. Pretty sure most nineteen year olds pick shit men. I wised up and left him. It’s ancient history at this point in my life.”

“What about now? Just what kind of men are you picking?” Stahl remarked a cool smile crossing her lips as she attempted to prod the answer from Y/N.

Y/N sighed fast to respond. “Ones who don’t beat the shit out of me.”

Stahl reached into the professional looking messenger bag she had slung around her arm as she spoke, pulling out a file. “You do pick men with records though. You should have a peek at his.”

She handed the file to Y/N watching as the woman gazed down at it searching for any hint of a chance to pounce.

Y/N gazed down at the open file in front of her, raising a brow at what was clearly Chibs’ rap sheet. She shrugged her shoulders, keeping her calm not bothering to read past a few lines not shocked by what she saw. “Is this supposed to mean something to me?”

Stahl smirked, nodding her head down at the file as she spoke. “Filip Chibs Telford is an interesting man isn't he…if you believe the rumors around town…I find that most rumors have some truth to them.”

She paused nodding down at the file again as she spoke. “You should flip to page two…the arrests in Belfast. He was court martialed and discharged from the Queens Armed Forces at nineteen. Looks like he had a temper in his youth. The arrests in Belfast continue from there. Pretty sure he got into a few brawls on the behalf of the cause…The True IRA tends to frown upon anyone they think may be a loyalist. Looks like Telford took offense to loyalty to the crown, looks like he was not afraid to fight dirty…then there’s the suspicion of a few bombings that he may or may not have been involved in, can’t get a clear answer on that one. Any investigations went nowhere…There were a few rumors about how he may have taken part in the murder of a Northern Irish police officer but there was never any proof to tie him and his associates to it…speaking of his associates in Belfast…his wife…Fiona, she’s definitely True IRA through and through. Third generation, comes by it honestly. Her mugshot is on page three…she got arrested with her husband for one of those brawls I talked about. She is a fiery one…darker than I expected though for an Irishwoman. Pretty sure she’s the Black Irish we always hear about.”

Y/N felt her stomach drop turning the page on autopilot gazing down at the pretty young woman in the photo and a photo of a young Chibs, his face free from the scars that Jimmy O’ had left him with.

Fiona was an elegant looking woman with wild dark curls and piercing dark eyes. Her nose was narrow and her lips were pressed into a smirk that showed she had no worries about having any mugshot taken. She gave off the energy of someone who was well versed in danger and quite content to invoke it if necessary.

Stahl spoke up, a slight smirk on her lips clearly hoping to strike a nerve. “You did know he’s married right?”

Y/N glanced up at Stahl, her face not giving the reaction the woman was probably hoping for. She kept her cool not letting the information of what Chibs had done in Belfast nor the photo of his estranged wife rattle her. “Yes, I was aware. They’re estranged. Divorce unfortunately is not an option…You know how the Catholics are? I’m afraid I don’t know too much about Filip’s years in Belfast aside from the mundane fact that he was a mechanic and that he left some tragedy behind.”

If Stahl was disappointed in Y/N’s reaction she didn’t reveal it as she replied to the comment. “Yes, a true tragedy. I guess you’ve heard all the rumors that fly around Belfast…Jimmy O’Phalen took Fiona and Chibs’ and her daughter for his own…left Telford with a reminder to not even attempt to get them back.”

Y/N clenched down on the file as Stahl motioned to her cheeks lining them along where Chibs’ scars were embedded into his cheeks. She spoke again, a sigh leaving her. “Telford joined up with SAMBEL after that…Guess he was familiar with the MC before hand, so, they were happy to take him on...even though rumor has it O’Phalen banished him from Ireland…guess the banishment finally kicked in though since Telford came stateside back in 2000. He hasn’t seen Fiona or his daughter since Kerrianne was around four. I’m amazed Telford got citizenship in the states…given his record and the trouble he’s gotten into out here.”

Y/N kept her voice flat as she replied. “America is the land of opportunity.”

“That it is…and what opportunity has he found with you?” Stahl dared to ask a small smile crossing her lips hoping to make Y/N squirm.

Y/N spoke knowing the line to give a hint of snark in her voice, deciding that being vulgar might work in her favor. “I open his beers and suck his dick. Pretty sure most men couldn’t ask for more.”

“And what does he say when you wrap those soft lips of yours around that dick of his?” Stahl remarked, proving she was just as vulgar.

Y/N gave her a smile that she hoped read as confident not above continuing with the line of conversation though she was full of shit…they’d not gone that far sexually just yet. “Pretty sure he’s too busy moaning when I take him down my throat. That Scottish accent of his is hard enough to understand on its own…the second he gets is dick wet I may as well not even try to decipher Glaswegian.”

“And what about afterwards…any juicy bits of pillowtalk? Orgasms tend to make lips loose, I find.” Stahl dared to ask she stepping even closer to Y/N.

Y/N gave her a calm smile, the words sliding from her. “He tends to start snoring after he cums…You know men. You rock their world and they reward you by conking out.”

She paused lying through her teeth deciding that playing up the sexual role would work in her favor.

It was a game she’d learned to play during her time in the clubhouse…when she wanted to entice a man into giving her what she wanted.

She found that playing the minx could work in her favor with men and could make straight women intimidated enough to slink back. “I will say that that is the one advantage to getting your rocks off with a woman. Women are a little better at pillowtalk…too bad I like a good thick dick more than a nice wet pussy.”

Stahl smirked giving Y/N a reaction that she’d expected to get if she’d been talking to a man. She sighed, the realization hitting her that Stahl was playing on both teams. She recognized a raging bisexual when she saw one. “I can only imagine…what a shame you have your preferences.”

Y/N spoke as she stepped back, dropping the flirty tone from her voice. “I don’t know too much about SAMCRO. I can’t imagine they’re too interesting. Just a bunch of mechanics who love a good Harley and a crazy party…Like I said, any trouble they may find is usually aided by booze…people do dumb shit when they drink. I’m afraid my party days are over. Most people don’t like the idea of the local undertaker sliding around a stripper pole in a biker clubhouse. Pretty sure Filip would not be too into the idea of seeing me on any pole unless he’s the only one watching.”

“I’ll say it again, what a shame.” Stahl remarked that smirk still on her lips though Y/N did spot a hint of annoyance in the woman’s eyes at the fact that Y/N was still feeding the company line on SAMCRO.

She paused speaking again. “Telford and you make an interesting pair…a funeral director and a biker…just how did you meet?”

Y/N gave her a calm smile, the lie sliding from her lips. “My Acura got a flat tire. We got to talking and one thing led to another. I’ve always had a thing for accents.”

Stahl spoke up, nodding over Y/N shoulder at the gravestones. “You came back to Charming to a big mess from what I heard. Your father left you with some debt?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Y/N remarked her voice cool and collected she snapping the folder she’d been holding shut.

Stahl nodded her head at the comment she daring to bring out the big guns. “I’ve taken a peek at those debts of yours. You paid a little chunk of them off in cash…Just where did you get the cash? The payment was in the thousands. Lots of cash to having lying around with your debts.”

Y/N remembered the lie Chibs had told her to tell. She was relieved he’d given her enough background about Clay and Gemma’s finances, so that she could tell a believable story. “Gemma Teller Morrow asked for my expertise. Her poor grandson having such a frightful entrance into the world got her thinking about her own mortality. Her husband and she were willing to pay me quite well for my time to discuss plans. They know my time is valuable and they took up quite a bit of it…They were willing to make it worth my while as they kept me so busy and out of reach from any of my other duties at work…pretty sure Gemma has some oil investments that give her some nice payouts. I came to them for the plans…made a trip out to the garage to discuss it all and went through the trouble of bringing all of the catalogs I have. They choose a luxury option for their caskets…mahogany and satin. I don’t do home visits for funeral planning, so they wanted to make sure I was compensated for the exception I made for them. They paid me double my usual rate plus travel expenses.”

“That is an extravagant payout.” Stahl remarked her tone of voice hinting she did not buy Y/N’s tale.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, her voice calm knowing she sounded heartless, but it was better to sound heartless than guilty. “People will pay anything to have peace of mind when it comes to death.”

Stahl dared to speak, nodding again at the cemetery around them. “I would have thought they might shy away from using your services…given what happened to those two men you buried a while back.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh shaking her head. “The grave robberies were an unfortunate incident. The families of those poor men were heartbroken over what happened to their loved ones' remains. I did everything in my power to make sure that they were cared for. The family was far more understanding than they had to be. They know I did my part when it came to the care of their loved ones before their final rests were disturbed. I hope the Lodi police find whoever was responsible for such a gruesome act. If I got my hands on them…well let’s just say I don’t approve of anyone fucking with my paychecks.”

Stahl smirked, hating to admit she was impressed with how quick the response was. Y/N was not an easy nut to crack. “And your boyfriend had nothing to do with those empty graves.”

“Why would Filip have anything to do with it? He’s just a mechanic.” Y/N remarked a small laugh leaving her she managing to make the accusation appear as though it sounded ridiculous to her.

“A mechanic with quite the record. You should hang on to that file, Y/N. Take a good look at it. There’s some really interesting bits of information there. Filip Telford is far from innocent. I think you are smart enough to know that. I am also thinking you aren’t so innocent either…that must be why he’s so obsessed with you. If that wife of his is any indication of the kind of woman he likes…then you are one bad girl.” Stahl remarked, nodding down to the folder still in Y/N’s hands.

Y/N gave Stahl a calm smile shrugging her shoulders. “I’m an absolute angel, Agent Stahl.”

She paused, giving the agent a flirty smile as she stepped around her ready to pass. “At least outside the bedroom. Now, if you excuse me. I have some errands to attend to. If you have any further questions you can find me at the funeral home.”

And with that Y/N found herself heading back to her car the folder she held clutched tightly in her hand.

She couldn’t decide if she wanted to burn the folder or not.

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Chibs sighed rolling his eyes at Juice as he rounded the billiards table for what felt like the hundredth time.

He spoke nodding down at the pool cue in the younger man’s hands. “Are ya takin yer damn shot or not? I ain’ got all day, Juicey.”

Juice scowled at the older man, his voice tight. “We put money on this okay? I don’t trust you after last time. I still say you hustled me, talked that damn croweater into distracting me and putting me off my game.”

“Aint my fault yer a shite pool player. I won fair an square.” Chibs snapped back a small smirk on his lips knowing that he had maybe talked the buxom blonde croweater Juice was recalling into helping distract Juice from the game.

It hadn’t been too selfish in Chibs’ opinion. He got Juice laid.

Chibs sighed as his cell phone began to chime he yanking it from his kutte knowing he might as well have a phone call since Juice was nowhere near getting on with the game.

He felt his heart lift at the familiar number as it flashed along his screen. He hit accept call, his voice becoming far more cheery than it had been moments before. “Hen, what are ye doin?”

“I need you, Filip.” She blurted out the comment striking him off guard.

The words were appealing but he was not hearing them in the context he would prefer. Her voice seemed panicked.

She spoke again knowing she sounded paranoid but a voice told her if Stahl was interested in her then who was to say that the feds hadn’t found a way to listen in on her calls. She had little idea how bugging phones worked outside of movies. “I need help with my lamb…seasoning it. You know what to do with lamb.”

Chibs furrowed his brow, thrown off even more by the comment. Y/N didn’t eat lamb.

He’d learned that bit of information when he’d mentioned Half Sack’s vegetarianism to Y/N as well as Gemma’s criticism of vegetarians. Y/N had commented that she was not a vegetarian and didn’t think she would be strong willed enough to be one. She did admit that she couldn’t bring herself to eat veal or lamb though. She had commented that she knew it was stupid as she’d eat the adult versions of cows at least…but she couldn’t get herself to eat lamb nor veal as they were both baby animals. He could remember finding the comment kind of sweet though amusing.

He felt his stomach turn it hitting him she was worried that someone was listening in on the conversation.

He spoke trying to keep his calm and not fly off the handle at the thought. “Are ya safe, Love? Is anyone following ya? Are ya alone?”

“Yeah, no. You know it. I uh…just ran into someone while I was out…we got to talking as she reminded me of how much a pain lamb is to deal with. I know you know just what to do with lamb. So, I thought I’d call in the expert. I thought I might call Gemma about it…you remember what she told me about lamb back when we met to make those future funeral plans for Clay and her. I figured that you might be the person to go to though.” Y/N remarked still keeping her cool not helping but to feel like a moron for this entire charade.

She had a feeling that Chibs seemed to have caught up on the game though and was intelligent enough to decode what she was trying to say.

He spoke tossing the pool cue he’d been holding down on the table not caring if it scattered the balls and alarmed Juice. “Aye, I’ll be there, Hen. Don’t ya worry Mo ghràidh. I’ll handle the lamb fer ye.”

“Okay, be at my place…I’m headed there now.” She provided saying the remaining words in her head. I love you, Filip.

“Aye, I’ll be there soon.” He replied unaware that she was thinking the same thing he was currently thinking. I love you.

He hung up his cell sending Juice nod as he turned to leave. “Game’s over, Laddie. If Clay asks I’m goin to see my ol lady. Gotta help her with some lamb. Tell Gemma to give me a call. She knows what to do with lamb.”

Juice furrowed his brow as he watched Chibs leave the man not paying him any mind. He spoke to an empty clubhouse completely confused by the interaction. “Lamb?”

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Her lips met his the second he walked in the door.

Chibs let himself into Y/L/N and Sons Funeral Home well past knocking and waiting for someone to allow him entrance.

He’d spent almost every night in the home this past week, so formalites like knocking had been forgotten.

He made his way upstairs nodding to Skeeter, the man giving him only rolled eyes in response.

As soon as Chibs stepped past the sliding door that led him into Y/N’s living quarters her lips met his in a bruising kiss.

He returned the kiss, his hands sliding along her body appreciating the figure he’d been shamefully admiring since their first meeting.

She pulled from his lips reluctantly, her voice sounding frantic now that she was far away from Agent Stahl. “An ATF agent ran into me at the cemetery today. Had some questions for me.”

“Shite, who was it?” Chibs dared to ask, having the feeling he already knew the answer.

Y/N took a deep breath trying to calm her anxieties. “Agent Stahl…fucking bitch tried to push my buttons by asking me about my past…Gunner and some other shit. She was eager to mention your wife…and shit that happened in Belfast. Tried to show me mugshots and your criminal record. She left a freaking file with me and told me to take a look at it so I could learn all about you. She’s trying to make me crack and run my mouth. Pretty sure she thinks that if she makes me afraid of you then I’ll turn and give her enough to go after SAMCRO.”

Chibs clenched his jaw, shaking his head, his hold on Y/N tightening. “What’d ye say?”

“I told her I know nothing about what you were up to in Belfast. I know about your wife and am unbothered by it. I know nothing about SAMCRO. I told her all I do is suck your dick and open your beers…I got pretty graphic on that last detail.”

Chibs smirked at the comment, his hand wandering down her body to give her backside a squeeze he was unable to stop himself. “Aye, ye ain given me that privilege yet, Hen. Probably had to use yer imagination on that one, aye?”

She sighed, shaking her head at the comment though it did make a hint of smile cross her features. “I thought the lewd angle would unnerve her…I have the weirdest sense that it turned her on. Pretty sure I can spot a bisexual from a mile away.”

Chibs rose a brow at the information. He spoke, shaking his head at the comment. “Ye know I would rather hear bout ye gettin a woman hot and bothered if she wasn’t a Fed.”

“I know you would…sadly I’m telling you what I told her…pussy doesn’t do it for me the same way a dick does. I have no interest in muff diving anytime soon, sorry to break your heart.” She commented, not shocked by this line of conversation. He truly was a male through and through.

“Aye, can’t say I’m disappointed…I don’t like sharin.” He remarked, surprising her by the certainty in his voice.

He sighed his hand running up and down her back as he spoke again. “Did ye look at the record? My rap sheet?”

“Not really…She mentioned a bunch of crap you pulled in Belfast. Saw a mugshot of Fiona and you…Stahl loved shoving that in my face. She tried to coax me into looking into the entire file.” Y/N explained noticing the tension in Chibs’ body at the mention of his estranged wife and of Belfast.

He felt his throat grow tight as he spoke again knowing that there was nothing he regretted in that file she was discussing. He had to fear that Y/N might find some things she was not pleased to learn about him…especially during his time with the cause. “Wouldn’t care if ye wanted to look at the entire file…ye probably should know bout the lad yer datin.”

Y/N spoke so certain of the words that left her. “I know who I’m dating. I’m dating someone who has been so sweet and so protective of me right from the start. I’m dating someone who makes me laugh and as I recall eats me out like his life depends on it…which indicates he’s going to be pretty well versed in doing other things in the bedroom.”

She paused, pressing a kiss to his cheek catching the hitch in his breath at the mention of their bedroom activities. She spoke again, her voice soothing. “I’m dating a man who has known more pain than any human being should ever have to know, but still remains so strong and so compassionate. I’m dating a man who is loyal to his brothers and would do whatever it takes to protect what he believes in. I’m dating a guy who goes above and beyond to look out for me. He rushed all the way over here after I called him ranting about lamb like a nutcase…he offered to kill someone for me because he knows they caused me pain.”

She spotted his hold on her grew tighter at the mention of Gunner. She spoke once again, her lips pressing back to his cheek. “The man I’m dating has listened to me cry over my brother and my father on our first date and didn’t run screaming. He doesn’t care if my job scares the hell out of everyone. He treats me better than I ever believed I deserved. He proves to me each and every day that he wants me to be treated with all the adoration and security on the planet. He makes me feel safer than anyone has ever been capable of making me feel. I know just who I’m dating. I don’t need a criminal record to tell me a thing about him. I know who he is outside of shit he’s done.”

He sighed, his lips sliding along hers relief washing over him. She spoke as she pulled from the kiss her voice soft. “I don’t need a fucking ATF agent to tell me who I’m dating, because I know him better than she ever will.”

She spoke again, her voice firm. “I am not telling her shit. I’m sure it won’t be the last time she tries to press me over this. I know that ATF is up SAMCRO’s collective ass right now. I’m not telling her a thing though Filip.”

“Aye, I know, Hen. I trust ye. Ye did so good, Love. Fuckin gash doesn’ stand a chance with my lass.” Chibs praised her, the comment making Y/N preen somewhat. She was surprised by the feeling. She didn’t think she had a praise kink, but anything was possible.

He pressed a kiss to her lips he fast to speak again. “I want ye to keep tellin her the same thing, Hen. Ye don’t know shite. She ain’ got nothin on ye. She probably thought the fuckin life I was forced from in Belfast was some big secret I was keepin from ye.”

Y/N nodded her head knowing that was exactly what Stahl had been hoping for. She spoke a soft sigh leaving her. “She brought up the empty graves…Kept my story the same as always.”

“That’s my hen. Ye know yer in the clear on that mo ghràidh. Ye’d already be in handcuffs and been carted away if they had shite on that.” Chibs reassured her a sense of comfort washing over at at the words.

She knew he was right. It had been long enough. Lodi had left her alone and she had a feeling the ATF didn’t care about two empty graves when the local P.D. had failed to connect the dots between her, SAMCRO, and those bodies.

She had a feeling the ATF was more interested in the gun running that SAMCRO was secretly engaging in.

Any pressure Stahl was placing on her was to entice her into slipping up and saying something Chibs had told her in confidence. She knew that the agent was getting nothing from her.

Y/N would never betray the man she loved no matter how much Stahl irritated her and attempted to intimidate her.

She allowed her lips to slide along Chibs’ , the pair growing lost in the moment. She parted her lips from his knowing that there was only one thing she wanted at this moment that could make this day seem less awful. “I want you to take me to my room and love me so good that I forget all this crap.”

Chibs felt his heart rate increase at the comment, a warm flush of lust spreading throughout him. Was she offering what he hoped? “Aye, is that so? Are ye sure, Hen? Ye want it all?”

She nodded her head stunned at the realization of how badly she wanted this. She pressed her lips to his the kiss feather light before she spoke. “I am so sure. Take me to my room and love me Filip.”

He felt the moan leave his lips as she took his hands in hers leading him from the room to their destination.

He knew he had every intention of giving her what she was asking for.

He would give her anything. It was a realization he was quite content with.

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charminggirl512 · 2 years ago

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bad girl // chibs telford x oc

Chibs Telford x F!OC (Ellie Drysdale/Telford)

Warnings: 18+, smut, language

Word Count: 1,757

The sounds of keys clanking into the lock wakes me up and I sit up slowly to avoid puking. The couple of bottles of liquor that I drank last night do not agree with me, and I would probably feel at least a little bit bad if Unser had to clean up my puke. I slap Gemma's leg a couple of times and she startles awake. Once we're both standing up, we finally realize who has bailed us out this time.

"Ha! I told you mine would come first this time," I tease her and she rolls her eyes.

"I'll pay you once Wayne gives me my purse back. You cheated somehow and I'm gonna figure out how you did it so that I win next time," She retorts as we walk out of our shared cell towards my very ticked-off boyfriend.

"Hi, baby," I say and grip the leather of his kutte to attempt to peck his lips but he turns his face at the last second so that my lips land on his cheek.

"Don't 'hi, baby' me, darling. You're in trouble this time," Chibs replies, still attempting to look annoyed with me.

"Oh, is the big bad biker gonna spank me? Maybe you should be the one in the cell, sir," I mock him which just seems to piss him off more.

"No, you'll enjoy it too much. But I do plan on not fucking you for a couple of days until you learn your lesson."

My face drops and that seems to bring a smile to his lips. He kisses the top of my head before leading me out to his bike where Clay is arguing with Gemma once again. Chibs pulls my helmet over my tangled curls and ensures that it's on properly before finally pulling me against him and molding our lips together, his tongue pillaging my mouth until we're both breathless.

"I'm taking you to my house and then we're going to talk about this, Ellie. I can't keep getting calls from Unser telling me that you've been arrested again," He says firmly when we finally separate, his hands holding my face and his thumb stroking my cheek.

"I'm sorry," I whisper and I know that it won't be enough, but it'll be a start.

He climbs on the bike first and I follow, pressing my cheek against his patch and winding my arms around his waist. I let the breeze distract me as he drives us to his house, most likely because he knows that if we go back to Gemma's where I'm still living, we'll have to overhear her and Clay either fighting or fucking. Once we're inside, I push off my ridiculous heels and head towards Chibs' room to change into some of his clothes. As I'm buttoning one of his button-downs, he enters the room and sits on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair. I step between his legs and play with his hair while he rests his head against my stomach, his hands rubbing up and down the back of my thighs.

"You ready to tell me what happened?" I sigh deeply and launch into the story.

"Gem and I went out for a couple of drinks and got a little rowdy. The bartender didn't like that we were being loud, so he tried to kick us out. Gemma threw her drink in his face and when he grabbed her arm roughly, I punched him in the face. He called Unser and he picked us up and took us back to the jail. I guess he didn't call you and Clay until this morning."

"Oh, no. He called us last night before he even went and picked you two up," He replies and I push his head back to look at me. "Ellie, that's the third time this month that I've had to see you asleep in a jail cell. If it happens again, I'm not bailing you out. You'll sit in there until Unser releases you or someone else comes to pay your bail, but I'm not going to do it again."

"It won't happen again, but it's also not that big of a deal, Chibs," I mutter and that gets his attention.

"Not that big of a deal? Ellie, if you two fuck with the wrong guy just one time, I'll be picking you up from the morgue. You're not careful. You put yourself at risk and it scares the fuck out of me. Either you get it together, or we're done." I shove him away at that and he stands up and fixes me with a glare.

"I'm not careful? I put myself at risk? Jesus fuck, Chibs, your entire job is you not being careful and putting yourself at risk." He shakes his head at that and I step closer to him, pushing my finger into his chest. "Every morning, I wake up and pray that I'm not gonna get a call from one of your brothers telling me you're dead. So until you stop constantly being in danger, I'll continue to do the same."

"What I do is to protect you! It's to protect anyone connected to the club. Fuck, if I didn't love you, Eleanor, I wouldn't do what I have to do. I would be going about my life, fucking random chicks, and drinking myself away. But, I do love you so I put myself in danger because it means that I get to see you breathing just one more day."

He's so angry that he's almost panting when he finishes his rant, but I'm just in shock. We've never said that we love each other before, and of course, it would come out in the middle of an argument, like a bad cliche.

"You love me?"

"Shut up," He says before grabbing my face and kissing me.

I wrap myself around him and he's quick to pick me up and lead us to his bed. He throws me down and leans back to rip open my shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and I pull him back down to me. I nip at his lip before sliding my tongue into his mouth. Of course, he has to be the dominant one, so he takes over, pulling gasps and moans from my lips as he massages my bare tits and grinds himself against me. He moves down my neck, leaving his mark on me like a caveman.

"I love you," I gasp out as he wraps his lips around my nipple, and his hand slides into the front of my panties. He teases my entrance before dragging the moisture there up to my clit while his lips continue their assault all over my tits and neck.

"You're my pretty little slut, aren't you? Mine to fuck and to love and to yell at until I'm blue in the face to keep you safe. My little lamb, always so ready for me," He says into my ear as he pushes his fingers inside of me and continues to apply pressure to my clit with his thumb.

"Always, baby. You fuck me so good that I don't know how I ever lived without your cock inside of me. Please, fuck me. Fuck me like you hate me and kiss me like you love me."

My words send him into a frenzy and he literally rips my panties off of me before throwing the torn fabric over his shoulder. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his dick out, just barely applying pressure at my entrance before thrusting all the way in. He's so deep in me that I see the bulge in my belly before he pushes down on it, sending pleasure through my body. I let out a loud moan as he pushes one of my knees up by my chest and snaps his hips into me so roughly that I know that there'll be bruises on my hips and thighs tomorrow.

"You love when I'm rough with you, don't you, darlin'? It reminds you that you're just a hole for me to stick my dick in until I spray you with my come. You love to be degraded so much that you're dripping all over my cock, lamb." He reaches between us to make tight circles on my clit with his thumb, pulling me closer to the edge with every rotation.

"I'm just a dirty little slut who loves to be fucked," I moan out as his thrusts get even rougher. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come."

"Come all over my cock, baby, and then I'm fucking you from behind so that I can see that ass bounce while I remind you who you belong to."

I scream out his name as my pussy squeezes him before I come, my walls spasming around him. He barely gives me a second to recover before he's pulling out of me and flipping me over. I've just put my ass in the air when he slams into me and chases his own release. At this moment, I really am just a hole for him to fuck and I love it. His dick hits my g-spot with every thrust and he slaps my ass so hard that there'll be red handprints on there for at least a couple of hours. I chant his name over and over again as I come again and he presses his front to my back as he finally comes inside of me.

The only sounds in the room are our pants as come down. Chibs pushes my hair out of the way before pressing kisses down my spine and on the handprints that cover my bottom. I collapse onto the mattress and he gets a warm washcloth from the bathroom before kneeling by the side of the bed and wiping my pussy. He flips me over and peppers kisses all over my face, my favorite form of aftercare.

"I wasn't too rough with you, was I, lamb?" I shake my head and he gently kisses my lips one time before pulling both of us underneath the covers.

"I love you, Chibby," I whisper to him as he presses his front to my back with his hand rubbing circles on my stomach.

"I love you, my little Ellie."

"By the way, if that's the way that you fuck me when I get into trouble, expect to be getting a lot of phone calls." I feel him shake his head before dragging me closer to him. We fall asleep like that and soak up our love for one another.

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ravencrow83 · 2 years ago

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This is me trying to get back into writing a SOA fic I started YEARS ago and fanfiction.net I own nothing but the story...but if Chibs is up for grabs....I accept that.

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Well It’s Too Long Living In The Same Old Lives

I Feel Too Cold To Live, Too Young To Die

Will You Walk The Line, Like It’s There To Choose?

Just Forget The Wit, It’s The Best To Use

Oh Lord

I Said Oh Lord

Won’t You Follow Me Into The Jungle

Ain’t No God On My Streets In The Heart Of The Jungle

………..X Ambassadors Ft. Jamie N Commons (Into the Jungle)

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Chapter 1

The gavel in church swung down with a reverberating thud, causing even the most intoxicated tongue to grow idle. The scent of leather and smoke hung heavy in the air while everyone awaited the first words from their president. Clay Morrow sat down casually at the head of the long reaper table and lit his cigar, the routine as common to him as is was to everyone in attendance.

“First order of business.” He paused dramatically and let the smoke drift slowly through his parted lips “A little less than a month ago, Joe Murray’s chop shop got busted. Fed’s came and took apart the whole place.”

“Shit. We’ve been doin’ business with Joe for years now. They had to find something on our shop if they went through all the files.” Jackson Teller leaned his elbows down on the table and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. How did this happen?”

“I don’t know. Joe had suspicions before it happened. Was pretty sure someone in the shop gave’em up for a pardoning deal. He thought someone might be sniffing around so he took all the Teller-Morrow paper work and anything to do with the payout he was giving the club and destroyed it. They got nothin’ on us.”

“And if he rats? Then what do we do?” Tig questioned.

Clay drummed his sore calloused fingers on the table and rested his cigar in the ashtray “He ain’t gonna rat. If he was, he would have done it already. No” he repeated “Club doesn’t have anything to worry about. But we do have a whole new problem to deal with.”

“Yeah no shit. That’s gonna be a couple grand out of our pockets every month. Not to mention paying full price for all the shop parts now. Hell, I was supposed to get that exhaust system and windshield for that yuppy towny biker this week.” Tig chimed in again.

“I know. I know.” Clay’s voice rose above the collective chattering among club members “I wish that was our only problem. Buying parts is something that can be worked out down the road. I’m already in talks with another shop. The other issue is Joe’s daughter. The kid worked with her old man pullin’ and runnin’ parts. When they got busted, Joe gave himself up to keep her out of jail. Problem was, she was the only one he kept out of jail. Now there’s people that were part of that theft ring that are goin’ to be lookin’ for payback once they get out jail. If they ain’t already. If Joe’s convicted, which he will be, he’s going away for a long time and his kid has no other family. For his loyalty to the club, I promised we’d keep an eye on her.”

“Since when did this club become a daycare center?”

The irritated rumbling voice coming from the opposite end of the table had Clay glaring back intensely. Piney, the eldest club member, swayed slightly in his chair, his face flush from liquor “We got enough people hangin’ round this place. Where’s she gonna stay?”

“She ain’t just gonna be hangin’ around Piney. A girl that knows cars and bikes-I already talked to Gemma about it. We’re gonna use her in the shop. God knows with everything going on lately we can use the extra set of hands. We’ll get her in the garage and she can use one of the apartments in the clubhouse till this all gets settled. Also, if Joe decides to open his mouth to the feds, we have a bargaining chip under our roof.” Clay took another puff from his cigar and smiled back smugly. Piney had always been a pain in the ass but his attitude of late was downright defiant and he always managed to put it on full display in front of the other members. Being able to have the last word was becoming one of Clay’s simple pleasures.

“The clubhouse could also use an extra set of hands if you get my drift” Tig made a lewd gesture below the table causing an eruption of laughter from all the men at the table except its president.

“No.” Clay pointed an arthritic finger at his Sergeant at arms “She ain’t a sweetbutt or croweater. I promised Joe I was gonna look out for her and that means keeping her away from you animals. We got enough crazy bitches running around this place.”

“Besides Tiggy boy, when’s the last time yeh saw a hot piece arse that knew cars and bikes? Girl’s probably built like a linebacker with a voice like your grandda’ and would prefer pussy ta’ your cock.

“Chibby, Chibby. Don’t tease me.”

Again, the biker‘s stifled their laughter.

“So when will we be expectin’ the lad. I mean lass” Chibs corrected with grin.

“Sometime tomorrow. Now is this something that needs to be voted on or are we all in agreement? Clays eyes scanned the table as everyone exchanged neutral looks.

“I’m good with it.” Jax said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Aye. Anythin’ to help out the shop.”

So it’s settled then. The girl will be here tomorrow. Now, on to the Mayans.”

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Raven Murray stopped just outside a store window and checked her reflection. Her distressed jeans and low cut black tank top were anything but appropriate to make a first impression, but her abrupt departure from her home above her father’s shop had left her clothing options limited. She frowned a leaned closer to the window while simultaneously pulling her long black hair into a high messy bun. She was resigned to the fact this was as good as it was going to get. At this point it was a trivial issue in the towering instability that had suddenly become her life. Had Ra taken even the slightest moment to dwell on it, she would end up a crumpled mess of tears on the pavement. But that wasn’t her. Her father had trained her better than that. How to be unbreakable under pressure no matter how bad things seemed to be. If the lessons hadn’t been enough, she had gotten to see a full demonstration of that when the shop was raided by the feds and her father had been the epitome of composure Unwavering in his mythological facts that his shop was nothing more than a storage garage and bike shop. That was until they had threatened to press charges against his only daughter. They were seeking a minimum of ten years for her and that was bound to change once they began to delve farther into their chop shop business. At thirty one years old, she would be lucky to get out at sixty. Despite all the lectures and lessons he had imparted upon her, he did the one thing no one saw coming. He rated. He rated out every “employee” that had worked for them. Most of them she had grown up around and regarded as family. Somewhere deep down it felt like a betrayal to her just as much as them. The only difference was, she was back on the street and they were locked up. It was his cross to bear for a plea deal that exonerated her from any charges. A deal she was shocked had even been on the table considering. The only group he had not thrown to the wolves was the one they had done business with for years. Teller-Morrow. Also known as the base sight for The Sons Of Anarchy. Her father was more intelligent than that. Their business dealings had them in bed with some less than savory people, but the Sons could wipe them off the grid in the blink of an eye and no one would ask any questions. Instead, her father would remain loyal to the Sons and as a reward for his devotion, his daughter would be looked after. Still, to say that her future was being held in the hands of a biker gang set in motion by her own flesh and blood was more than unnerving..to say the least.

Ra smoothed out the wrinkles in her tank and was just about to turn away when she saw the reflection of a cop car over her shoulder. It drove passed her slowly, the window also catching the mirrored image of the cop driving it. She cut her eyes to watch it drive by and only looked away when it turned and disappeared around the corner. She may have been a pardoned criminal but she was a criminal none the less and they didn’t need to see where her destination was.

Ra could see the iron gate that led into the Teller-Morrow compound. She slowed her pace if only to take a minute to bask in the final moments of her former life. This was about to change everything and she knew it. Crossing the threshold in to their utopia would forever associate her with SAMCRO and make the last couple weeks more than just some fleeting nightmare. The sound of the mechanic drill coming from the garage was somehow soothing and familiar as it drew her to move further to the back of the lot. The sign reading Teller-Morrow on the small garage was overshadowed by the larger building opposite of it. Sons Of Anarchy. There it was. The mural of a grim reaper looked down upon a line of parked bikes like a general looking over its soldiers. The noises coming from the garage came to a stand still and Ra was very aware she had an audience. The slack jawed mechanics watched her every move as she made her way quickly to the door marked office, thankful when the knob turned and a blast of cold from an air conditioner greeted her balmy skin.

“Help you with something sweetheart?”

The woman sitting at the desk regarded Ra for only a moment before returning to the paperwork in front of her. Ra’s mind went blank for a few seconds, her mouth opening and closing but not making any noise. The pen in the other woman’s hand went idle and she looked back up in visible annoyance.

“Do you have something that needs to be fixed or did you need an English lesson?”

Ra let out a breathy laugh and shook her head, removing the sunglasses from her face “Sorry. I just walked five blocks and it’s hot out there. I..”

“If you need a tow it’s going to be about an hour. The guys are already out on a pickup.” The woman cut her off and stood to put her papers into a filing cabinet.

“No. No I don’t need a tow. I was told to talk to Clay’s wife Gemma. I’m Raven Murray.” She hesitated, unsure if she should say his name to someone she just met “Joe Murray’s daughter.”

“Oh.” the womans face relaxed and she looked suddenly interested “I’m Gemma. Sorry been a busy day almost forgot you were coming.” Gemma’s eyes flicked over Ra causing her to shift uncomfortably “So you’re Joe’s kid huh? Raven. Interesting name.”

“Ya well, that’s what happens when your mama is part Indian and your daddy is too drunk to check the birth certificate before he signs it. You can just call me Ra though. Everyone does.”

Gemma smirked and rested a hip against her desk. It wasn’t till just then did Ra notice it. If the portrait of the Reaper outside was the general, Gemma was the queen. Her dark clothing and highlighted hair were mere packaging for the part. She held herself with an air of calm self confidence and probably had years of training herself to look seemingly indifferent no matter what the situation. She didn’t need to plaster a fake smile on her face and coddle Ra. If anything she probably expected Ra to drop to her knees and express her gratitude.

“Well your daddy told Clay you’re one hell of a little mechanic. Did he mean fixing them or hot wiring them ‘cause we don’t do that sort of thing here little bird.”

Ra took in a sharp breath and pursed her lips together. Maybe the Son’s were doing her a favor but her father had also helped them out too “Look. After the last couple weeks I’ve had the last thing I need is to have someone else dumping their shit on me.” She quickly bit her tongue, surprised that the words came out so freely. She was even more surprised when Gemma cocked her head to the side and a crooked smile tugged at her lips.

“Tougher than you look” Ra highly doubted it was meant to be a compliment “Well Birdie, here’s the deal..you’ll work in the shop for us fixin’ up the bikes and cars and being a “go for” for the guys. I’ll probably need you in the office too. In return, we give you room and board and the protection of the club.“ Gemma was very matter of fact about everything and Ra wondered how many times she had given that same speech to some random. The biker queen breezed passed her casually and opened the door “Come on. I’ll show you where you’re stayin’ and let the boys know their new ward is here. Oh and by the way..” Gemma stopped to let her eyes skim over Ra one more time “Having perky tits and a nice body isn’t something I can hold against you, but keep the girls covered when you’re in the garage. I need those boys with their hands on the cars, not their dicks.” Ra chewed on her lip and nodded, following behind Gemma obediently. She would have had a snippy retort about Gemma’s cleavage peeking out from the top of her own shirt but decided not to push her luck.

“So. Is your mama in jail too or is she hiding out in a tipi somewhere?” Gemma questioned sarcastically.

“She’s dead.” Ra stated flatly.

Gemma slowed her steps and for the first time dropped her brash attitude “Oh. Sorry.”

“S’okay” Ra shrugged, adjusting the satchel on her arm “It was a long time ago. I was to young to even remember her.”

“Still, no child should grow up without a mother.”

“Eh. I had a dad that wasn’t so bad and the guys at the shop. Can’t miss something you never had right?” Ra craned her neck to hear Gemma’s reply but could only read her lips as the animalistic roar of a motorcycle entered the lot. She turned in time to see the reaper’s returning soldier sitting coolly on top of his iron stallion. She watched as he backed effortlessly into the empty spot down the line of bikes like putting the missing link back into the chain. He turned to look at her as he killed the bike and she noticed the scars on each of his cheeks.

“You comin’ birdie?”

Ra turned around to see Gemma waiting for her outside the door of what she assumed was the MC’s clubhouse. She looked back to the biker who was no longer looking at her, but exchanging words with a few mechanics coming out from the garage to meet him. She watched for a moment longer before following Gemma into the building.

XXXXXXXX

Chibs slipped his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose and peered over the dark lenses “I dunno what tha’ was but I want one.”

“That’s going to be under our roof and in our garage for the next few weeks and we can’t play with it” Tig sidled up to Chibs’ bike, wiping grease from his hands, Juice on his heels.

“Murray’s daughter?” The Scot looked surprise.

“Yup. Who would have known daddy’s little girl was going to be a hot piece of ass.”

“Yeah Chibs” Juice chuckled “Where’s the linebacker that was supposed to show up today?”

“Ugh. If that’s what linebackers look like I should really start watching football.”

Juice and Chibs exchanged glances, recognizing that dreamy zoned out stare Tig would get when talking about sex and could only imagine what raunchy images were playing in his head. Their conversation was cut short as Clay and Jax pulled into the lot and backed their bikes up side to side.

“Mom said the girl just got here. Get a look at her?” Jax dismounted his bike and pulled the helmet from his head.

“Oh yeah. We saw her.” Juice wagged his eyebrows up and down but his face went blank when he saw the threatening look of his club president.

“Come on shitheads. Let’s get this over with”

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This place was a dive bar. A dive bar with a hotel attached, but a dive bar nonetheless. Ra scrunched her face up. It even smelled like one. Her gaze drifted around the room, taking in every little detail. From the stripper pole, to the wall of mug shots and the couch with questionable stains..this was definitely SAMCRO’S playhouse. There was a short skinny brunette behind the bar staring at her curiously while a heavyset man with an oxygen tank was peering at her over the short neck of a tequila bottle.

“Piney. Ra. Ra. Piney.” Gemma wagged a finger between the older man and Ra in a dismissive introduction.

Ra gave him a halfhearted smile and in turn was met with a hardened stern face “I ain’t no babysitter.” he grumbled breathlessly.

She locked her leg in place and put a hand to her hip “Well it’s a good thing I ain’t looking for one.”

Gemma couldn’t help but smile as Piney leaned back further into his seat and all but snarled at her. She slapped an arm around Ra’s shoulder “Don’t mind him. He’s old and cranky. Actually he’s old, cranky AND drunk a majority of the time.”

Gemma directed Ra down a hallway with doors lining each side. The stickers and Harley signs reminded her of a college dorm and she could pretty well guess these rooms saw just as much action, if not more. The older women opened up the door at the end of the hall and looked into the room with a self-approving smirk “Some of the girls and I got this place all cleaned up for you yesterday. Not a simple job since this is the place where condoms and slutty thongs came to die.”

Ra set her bag down on the floor and sat down at the end of the bed. There was a small cherry wood dresser across from her where a small television set and an ashtray on top of it. A kitchen station complete with microwave and sink and off to the side of that a small bathroom. The most predominant thing was of the ever present reaper staring at her from its spot on the wood paneled wall. Had it not been for the deity she would have just thought she was in a motel room. Instead, she was going to be waking up to its toothy grin and hardened black eyes staring at her coldly and reminding her every morning of her present situation. She chewed on her bottom lip and stared down at her black boots in an effort to focus on something other than the tears threatening to rise up in her eyes. Gemma frowned and sighed, pulling away from her spot in the doorway.

“Hey I know it’s not the Hilton but its no reason to get upset about it” She joked, sitting down next to Ra.

“No. It’s not the room. I just..” Ra pulled her hair down from the messy bun and sucked in a sharp breath “One minute I’m working on a twin cam engine and drinking beers with the guys and the next I’m looking at my dad behind bars and shacking up at a motorcycle club.” She shook her head and chuckled darkly “I’m not looking for sympathy, we were criminals and I knew getting caught was part of the territory. It’s just when it happened, it happened so fast.”

“Yeah. I know sweetheart. We’ve all been through it” Ra nearly jumped at Gemma’s hand rubbing up and down her back in a rather motherly fashion. She even had to do a double take to make sure it was the same woman that moments ago had been so standoffish in the office. Gemma met her confused eyes with a lighthearted smile “A lot of the women here have been through the same thing. Their Dads, sons, brothers, husbands. One day you wake up to a full house and the next..you’re going to sleep in an empty bed surrounded by silence. Shitty.”

Ra laughed out loud and pushed the tears away, finding it easier for her body to relax under Gemma’s touch “Yeah. Shitty”

Gemma took Ra’s head in her heads and held her gaze “But all of the girls out there will tell you that you need to be strong. It’s okay to hurt and be mad and miss them, but when your day begins, you put on your big girl pants and you deal with it. Your dad gave himself up so you didn’t have to be on the inside too. That’s what family does. Best way to thank him for that is to prove how strong you can be.”

Ra inhaled sharply and tightened her jaw. Gemma was right. This wasn’t her. This whiney daddy’s girl feeling sorry for herself. It had never been her. If her dad saw her now he wouldn’t recognize her. There was the sound of men talking down the hall and Gemma turned to look over her shoulder “Alright” She stood and adjusted the bottom of her shirt “The guys are here. Enough with the mushy mommy shit. That’s all you’re going to get out of me. Let’s go birdie.”

Ra’s lips twitched upward. She was sure that was the truth. Gemma transformed right back to the bitch in the office, but now she had a little more understanding as to why. Perhaps even a little envious too. Ra wiped away the smeared make up under her eyes and ran a hand threw her hair before following Gemma out of the room.

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The scent of leather and smoke was the first thing to invade her senses. That was followed by the sound of laughter and loud talking. It reminded her so much of hanging out with the boys in her shop and she smiled in spite of her sudden nervousness. The memory melted away quickly under the weight of eyes on her now. There they were. The Reaper’s outlaw cavalry. All perfectly uniformed in black leather kuttes. If the jukebox wasn’t playing faintly in the background Ra was sure they would be able to hear her heart beating.

“You boys play nice with your new friend otherwise mommy and daddy won’t let you have anymore sleepovers.” Gemma joked as she walked to the exit.

Ra wanted to follow after her, surprised in herself that Gemma would be the person she latched on to and felt suddenly thrown to the wolves. The door shut behind Gemma and Ra looked around awkwardly till her eyes landed on two familiar faces. Clay and Bobby. She didn’t deal with the “sales” portion of her father’s business, she was just a “mechanic,” but she did remember seeing Clay. He was hard to miss. The idea that he could have any other occupation other than the head of this MC was preposterous. His unique look projected one thing…Alpha Male. Then there was Bobby. She had often seen him hanging around the office and was pretty sure he was screwing Rachel, her father’s secretary. Coincidently so was her father.

Clay’s lips pulled back into a tight smile “Raven” he opened up his arms, taking her in to a bone crushing hug. He pulled back, the smile sliding from his face “We’re sorry about the business. Even more sorry to hear about your dad. He’s a good man. We’re gonna take care’a ya till all this blows over. You‘re family now. Don‘t hesitate to ask if ya need anything”

“Thanks Clay.”

Her eyes wondered anywhere but to his sincere stare. She was afraid if their eyes were to meet it would bring on fresh tears. Gemma’s words echoed in her head and she pushed her somber thoughts to the side.

“Boys.” Clay didn’t need to raise his voice to command the attention of everyone in the room “This is Raven. She’s gonna be our new tenant. I want you to treat her like a sister.” He eyed a tall man with dark hair and moustache with a five o’clock shadow “The one ya didn’t sleep with Tiggy. We got fights tonight so let’s get ready for that. Ra make yourself at home and relax tonight.”

With his final words, Ra was nearly knocked backward by the towering leather clad men. They were offering her beer and introducing themselves, but Ra’s head was spinning from the sudden attention.

“Easy lads. Like a bunch’o dogs with a bone.”

The cool glaze of leather ghosted over her hand and Ra’s eyes snapped up to the dark lenses of the man from the parking lot. He winked and smiled, the scars on his cheeks morphing into deep dimples as he passed her a bottle of beer. There was something about his thick Scottish brogue that had her staring at him in curious awe.

“So happy you’re going to be staying with us doll” the tall man with the scruffy black hair grabbed Ra’s hand and ran his lips across her knuckles in a ineffective attempt at a antique gesture “Names Tig.” It was corny but charming in such a silly sort of way she had to smile.

“Is your name really Raven?”

A younger man with a shaved Mohawk surrounded by tattoo’s reminiscent of racing stripes sat down in the stool next to her. His smile stretched clear across his face and his eyes were wide with curiosity. There was a certain innocence to him she didn’t expect to see in any of the men.

“Yeah. You can just call me Ra though.”

“I’m Juice.” He said proudly, the name obviously given to him by his fellow brothers in arms as a badge of honor “You met prince charming here.” He gestured to Tig and Ra felt herself shrinking into her chair at his odd vacant stare burning holes into her breasts. He pointed over to a giant of a man leaning up against the pool table in the middle of the floor fumbling with a cell phone “That’s Opie.” The bearded man raised up a hand in acknowledgement but his eyes never left the phone in his hands. The Scot on the other side of the bar is Chibs.” Chibs raised up the shot glass in his hand in salute before downing its entire contents and slammed it back onto the bar. Ra’s eyes lingered on him a little longer than they probably should have and Chibs raised his brows at her unwavering stare. The heat rose up in her cheeks as she turned away and squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, hoping the silent exchange had only been noticed by the two of them.

“And I’m Jax”

Ra spun around to an outstretched hand and a VP patch looking back at her. She looked up into a pair of gentle blue eyes. He was about her age. Handsome. Great sincere smile. Just like Juice, he still had traces of innocence behind his eyes. Though she was sure he was anything but when it came to the perks of being the Vice President of a motorcycle club “Sorry about your old man. Only met him a few times but he was a nice guy. Loyal.”

“Guess so.” Ra shrugged and took a long swallow from the bottle of beer in her hand.

“Hey cause of him you’re not behind bars right? That’s what family does for each other.”

“Yeah I know. Family” Ra was pulling at the label on her bottle now in thought “You sound just like Gemma.”

Jax licked his lips and grinned, leaning a hand down on the bar “Well just don’t tell her that. No one wants their parents to know they might have rubbed off on them.”

Ra quirked an eyebrow “Parents.”

“Yeah. The crazy broad in the office is my mom” he smirked “Clay’s my stepdad” The phone is Jaxs’ pocket rang and he offered no apologies when he turned around and walked away to take the call. Ra spun back and put her beer down on the bar.

“Son’s in the hospital.” Chibs pulled out another shot glass and filled it with the same amber colored liquid as the one in front of him. He slid it over to Ra and came out from the bar, taking a seat next to her. Pulling a pack of smokes out from his Kutte pocket, she watched as his lips wrapped around one of the cigarettes and pulled it out effortlessly with his teeth. He leaned over and wordlessly offered her the opened pack.

“I quit.” Ra said hesitantly, reminded herself more than declining the offer.

Chibs lit his cigarette released the smoke out the side of his mouth as he chuckled and shook the pack in front of her again “Trust me luv. Now’s the time ta’ start.”

Ra shrugged and pulled a cigarette from the pack, leaning over to Chibs’ offered lighter. She inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill her lungs. Her head lolled backed as the smoke drift back out through her partially parted lips. Chibs grinned, shaking his head in approval.

“Good right?”

“Too good” she said dreamily, the second drag feeling even better than the first.

Chibs reached over and set the shot glass down in front of her “Stick with us lass. It’ll only get better.” He grabbed his own and lifted it up, waiting for Ra to do the same. She smiled and clicked her glass off his. The whiskey was warm when it hit her lips and burned in her throat, igniting into a full blown fire in her stomach. It felt good. The smoke and liquor was already making her head a little foggy. The amount no where near what she could generally consume, but the stress of the last few days was probably messing with her tolerance. To hell with it she thought to herself. She was so overwhelmed with the uncertainty of her future that the thought of being able to forget, even for a little while, was way to tempting. The door to the clubhouse swung open and people began filing in, each person louder than the next. Two scantily clad women jumped behind the bar and began dispensing alcohol to the impatient rowdy group. The volume of the jukebox skyrocketed and the room quickly began to fill to capacity. Juice, who had been sitting on the other side of Ra, smiled and grabbed his beer off the bar.

“Ever been to a fight Ra?”

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years ago

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"What if I fuck it up?" Chibs smiled, "you won't fuck it up lass, get out there and kick ass." You shook your head at him, "you know how I feel about public speaking and now I'm going to address the whole town, this was a mistake, I'm going to fail." Chibs put his hand on your shoulder, "you'll be fine, I'll be in the front row the whole time, if you get nervous just look at me, or imagine everyone in their underwear."

"Eww, Clay's there, I don't want to see that." Chibs chuckled, "go on, you've worked on this for months, you deserve the recognition." He waved his hand towards the stage, "go on, or I'll drag you out there."

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"Behave young lady." You smiled, "in front of that dick, no thank you. If you didn't want me to have a go at him, you shouldn't have invited me." Chibs shook his head, "I know you hate the man but please be nice." You huffed, "he's not even the President anymore, Jax is and you're his VP, Clay should be the one worshiping the ground I walk on, not the other way around."

Chibs chuckled, "if you're nice to him for the whole night I'll buy you that fancy ice cream you like, you can even get two scoops." You gasped in false offence, "I am not a child, you can't bribe me with ice cream." Chibs smiled, "is that a yes?"

"Fine, but I want extra toppings too."

Fin

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Wicked Way - A Chibs Telford/Reader One Shot Story

More Chibs smut for you all! @withmyteeth and @vulgar-display-of-escapism especially! :D

Words - 1,162

Warnings - Smut below the cut. Minors DNI!!

“Miss me, baby?”

You always do when he’s been away. Always, turning over in bed to kiss your husband in greeting, glad he made it back from Southern Cali in one piece. With the Mayans, you’re never too sure. It’s his life, though, and you’ve been with him through it all as he ascended the ranks, eventually taking the gavel to lead SAMCRO. Now is not a time to ponder the thanking of your lucky stars he’s home and safe, though. Now is the time to let him do what he does best; have his wicked way with you.

He turns you onto your back, kissing you with hungry need, your fingers combing through his silver hair, humming happily against his tongue. God, this man. He makes you burn for him every time, your body shivering softly as his mouth scatters a constellation over your neck and breasts, hands gripping your sides.

You pant in anticipation as his illimitably skilled mouth kisses its way lower, his tongue circling your navel as his long fingers move to stroke swirly patterns across your breasts. “Such crackin’ tits, hen.” Yes, he’s definitely a boob man. Your nipples harden to his touch as his mouth sprinkles kisses over your pubic mound, making you wonder whether he’ll be merciless and tease you with the promise of his tongue slipping down lower. Its presence running between your folds definitely tells you otherwise, much to your delight.

A long, soft gasp leaves your mouth, your hips quivering a little at feeling his tongue roll across your clit, the caress gentle but very precise, sliding down to your opening and pushing within you to circle around before he runs it back up in a long, slow, flat lick, which he repeats over and over, your body arching off the bed in appreciation of such a thorough touch.

“Oh, fucking hell. You’re too good at that,” you sigh, running your hands through his hair and moaning softly.

“Aye.”

You laugh softly through your nose. “And so modest with it too, Filip.”

He chuckles, looking up, winking. “Aye.” He continues with those long, firm licks against your heat, pulling your clit hood back with his thumb before circling it very, very slowly, going from light to firmer pressure, sucking on you hungrily, evoking your helpless little cries.

He has you beside yourself with pleasure, eating you eagerly as he looks up and watches your body writhing against his mouth. Lick, suck, circle, flick, blow and suck again. Those are the actions he repeats to your ruin, little shocks of pleasure skittering through you, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your burn only increases with the addition of his fingers, teasing at your opening, making you mewl impatiently before they sink into your soaking heat.

He groans, his voice all grit and gravel, feeling you flutter around him as he strokes your walls, tongue laving back and forth over your bud in a speedy beat, your thighs writhing against his face, panting heavily as you feel a tingling current begin to flow over your body, the intensity gathering momentum, his tongue speeding up.

“Come on, gorgeous. Cum all my tongue, yeah.” He encourages you with, propelling your undoing as you crest hard, wild heat burning through you, leaving you a trembling wreck on the bed.

“Fuck, you’ve ruined me,” you pant, looking down to see him grinning wickedly as he kisses and licks your inner thigh.

“Not yet I haven’t.” He replies, laughing to himself before moving his mouth back between your legs. He keeps each touch of his tongue light and gentle, letting your oversensitivity pass before licking at you thoroughly once more, pushing his fingers back into your soft cunt and groaning at how wet you are for him, your inner muscles tensing around them as he strokes at you.

Your head thuds back on the pillows, your eyes closing, sighing as the hum of sexual gratification begins to flow again, his lips sliding down your clit as he sucks on it, the vibrations from his moans only adding to the incredible pleasure he bestows upon you.

Again, he judges by the way you react to his touch, using more pressure with his fingers and licking at your hard little bundle of nerves faster the more your breathing and moaning escalates, knowing you’re getting close again already. This man, he knows the canvass of your body in which he paints his lust for you upon. He always has, too.

With his free hand he pumps his cock hard, so that this time at the point of your undoing, it will be around him. Your legs tense as you cry out repeatedly, Chibs sitting up quickly and sinking himself within your soaking heat, rubbing at your clit with his thumb as your inner muscles go into spasmodic flutter around his girth.

“Fuck, ahhhhhh!” you wail as he fucks you there, not stopping for a moment as he pushes your legs open wider, pressing your thighs down against the bed, plunging deeply into your quivering heat.

“You look so fucking sexy when you cum.” Leaning down, he kisses you hungrily, mouth moving to your neck as you moan in rapture at the feeling of his perfect cock inside of you again, stroking his chest, your nails marking him. He sits back up, beginning to thrust into you rapaciously, hands gripping your waist as he stares down at you, watching you enjoying every last inch of his hardness. At fifty-nine, he might not be able to fuck you as many times in a night as he would have, had you met him at thirty-nine, but fuck, he does it so damn masterfully, once is all you need.

He arrows you thoroughly, every last inch of him sinking into the wet clutch of your cunt as you open for him, panting hard, your moans filling the room as he has you, spread and helpless before him, fucking you like a jackhammer. He slows then, thumb languidly swirling over your clit, each thrust more contained, dragging sparks as he scrapes your walls, bending to suck your nipples in turn with an aroused grumble.

That slowness is abandoned once more, Chibs railing you into the bed, loving the way you wail for him, hand stroking your cheek before he grasps your jaw in a strong grip, the cool metal of his chunky wedding ring pressing into your skin, feeding you his thumb as he looks at you with uncontained lust. It escalates sharply, consummation rushing through you as lightning flickers at the base of your spine, striking home as he closes his eyes tightly and moans gutturally, spilling into you, thick ropes of cum filling you.

You lie breathless against one another, the breeze from the open window cooling you down, the cicadas chirping outside the only sound in the still of the night, other than him whispering how much he loves you as slumber takes hold.

A/N - Would you like to be an absolute doll and help me reach more Chibs fans by reblogging this? A little comment wouldn’t go amiss, either! x

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dallianceangel · 2 months ago

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Jealousy 😠

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“You gonna ride me like that all night, darlin’?”

You don’t answer Jax’s question. Instead, you move faster, both of you teetering over the edge. Sweat clings to your skin, and neither of you hear the door creak open.

Chibs steps inside, eyes immediately locking on you. You don’t stop. His jaw clenches, balling his fists. He’s dating your Mom, but secretly, it’s you that he wants. Chibs has tried so hard to fight it, but it’s just impossible. He says nothing, just watches for a few seconds before quietly making his way back out.

Chibs finds your mom at the bar, pulls her close, kissing her roughly. Before long, they fall into bed together, right next door to you and Jax. His thoughts stay with you, though. You, not her.

You hate feeling this way, but the thought of Chibs with your mom makes your heart sink. You want him too. Love him too.

It’s all a fucking mess.

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tumbleweed-writes · 8 months ago

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Death and the Lady: Chapter Six Chibs Telford X Reader

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Chapter Six: Hen

Y/N hated to admit that being on the back of a motorcycle really did feel as easy as…well riding a bike. She was quite sure that the old saying It’s as easy as riding a bike wasn’t exactly reserved for this kind of bike though.

She would be a big fat liar of course if she tried to claim that she didn’t feel her grip tightening around Chibs’ waist, her blunt nails digging into his stomach at the occasional turn that seemed far too sudden. She of course had noticed the slight rumble of his torso as she’d done this, hinting he’d taken notice of how startled she’d seemed and found it amusing.

She was almost tempted to slap him on the back of the head for laughing at her, but she had a distinct feeling that the helmet he wore would protect him from any significant impact.

She was also certain that smacking outlaw bikers on the back of the head usually wasn’t a bright plan. However one might argue that she’d never been known not to be the type to fully dive into less bright plans.

She could admit that being anywhere near a motorcycle still filled her gut with the tiniest hint of dread given her brother’s past. After what had happened she’d been almost certain she’d never step foot near a motorcycle ever again.

Jackson Teller had been the one to change that which had been a shock considering how volatile her interactions had been with him at times back then. He’d convinced her it was exposure therapy of sorts. Somehow back during those days even with their fucked up bond, she’d trusted him enough to allow it. She’d told herself it would be cathartic for her.

It had been therapeutic in a way; riding on the back of a Harley had felt freeing. It had been a way to face her fear and her anguish over what the act of being on a bike had done to her brother head on. It had probably been the healthiest way she’d tried to cleanse herself of her despair back then.

Though she knew her other methods exorcizing her demons during those days had not been healthy. Meaningless sex, booze, pot, and the occasional Xanax had not done her many favors.

Y/N could remember a teacher she’d had in elementary school who had told her father, during a parent-teacher conference, that Y/N, although a sweet child, tended to have a mischievous and impulsive spirit that often got her into trouble.

Y/N guessed she’d not outgrown that personality trait by the time she reached her later teens and very early twenties. She was still impulsive. Her misery over her brother had just made her all the more willing to embrace this personality fault.

Those years had been years of chaos and she had considered herself lucky to have made it out alive. Back then she’d not really cared if she lived or died. Really she’d been chasing high after high knowing that the rush of meaningless sex, the daze of booze or pot, and the rush of being in such a dangerous environment gave her a thrill. It was a distraction from her misery. In between those distractions she’d been in a horrible state.

She’d had no life path and no real sense of self. Each day was lived as though it might be her last and she’d found often she didn’t care if it was her last.

When it had all become too much, when she’d hit rock bottom, and when she could no longer run from her pain, her father had helped pick her up and gotten her the hell out of dodge. She had left without even saying goodbye.

A therapist she’d seen for a time in New York had helped her work through the choices she’d made during those years as a friend of SAMCRO.

She’d sought out the therapy having realized of course that changing her environment from California to New York had not quite changed how she felt emotionally. She’d changed the environment but not rid herself of the core of the problem. Instead of partying and engaging in casual sex, she’d begun to isolate herself and shut down any hint of social activities appropriate for a girl her age.

She’d shut down instead of jumping into danger and it was still damaging to her state of mind.

Therapy had helped, it had helped a lot. She’d realized that people tended to give therapy a bad rep. She’d been able to discuss SAMCRO of course not going into too much detail about the hint of illegal activity she’d maybe become a little aware of. She’d described them as just being the outlaw bikers who provided a space for her to disappear in.

Her therapist had helped Y/N to understand that she was so miserable and so heartbroken back then that she’d used SAMCRO’s clubhouse and the chaos that came with the men who inhabited it as a way to not confront any difficult emotions she had over her brother. She had wanted to disappear in the chaos because it was easier than the reality of her life.

She would like to believe that since then her way of dealing with her emotions was a little less damaging to both her physical and her emotional health. She still had a glass of wine on occasion. She might smoke a joint if she had the opportunity though she tended to want to stay clearheaded given the seriousness of her line of work. She wasn’t interested in hooking up with a guy anymore for the thrill of it. She was certain she only wanted a man in her bed because he deserved to be there.

She didn’t allow her vices to consume her anymore.

She liked to believe that she was able to indulge in moderation at least.

It seemed that one thing had not changed in the years of developing all those healthy coping skills; being on the back of a motorcycle still felt cathartic. Though it had been years since she’d been on the back of anyone’s Harley, she had to admit that the feeling of freedom and exaltation was still present.

Y/N really hated to admit it, but the man she was currently experiencing this ride with might be slightly contributing to the enjoyment she felt being on the back of a bike.

She hated to admit that she enjoyed the firm feel of him in front of her. His waist held a little extra heft but she could feel the tension of his abs as he shifted his body during turns. She had a feeling that even with the extra pounds that Chibs was strong and more than capable of handling himself. He seemed sturdy and dependable. She almost felt protected in the strangest way. It was a thought that she found alarming.

She hated to admit that the vibration underneath her was quite enjoyable, making her skin flush just the slightest and causing a bit of a heat to spread through her. She refused to put too much thought down this rabbit hole of course. There was no way in hell the Scot in front of her would ever know she was getting off just a tiny bit. He’d never let that one go if he knew.

She also hated to admit that she found the scent of the Scotsman in front of her kind of appealing. It was hard not to notice it. She had her face practically buried against his back after all and her arms wrapped around his midsection.

He smelled like the leather of his kutte. The scent was a familiar one that she’d not taken in in such a long time. It was a scent that gave her mixed emotions. It represented both lust, excitement, and the slightest hint of despair for her.

It was a confusing mix of feelings to have all at once.

She tried not to focus too hard on the feelings the scent of the leather kutte gave her, focusing instead on the other smells he carried. There was the scent of cigarettes of course, Marlboro brand from what she guessed. There was a hint of soap and shampoo, the scents surprisingly fresh smelling. There was an undertone of mint which she assumed came from either his soap or his hair. She spotted a hint of aftershave and old spice deodorant. She could spot a small hint of cologne as well. It was a pleasant smell; musk and bergamot.

She was pleased to find that unlike some of her past dates, Chibs seemed to understand that less was more when it came to cologne. She’d dated a few guys who wore so much cologne that it gave her the worst headache.

It seemed Chibs understood that a slight hint of the cologne was all that was needed. There was no need to bathe in the stuff. She had a distinct feeling this had to do with his age. Most young guys in her experience could overdo it when it came to things like cologne and aftershave.

She had a feeling that Chibs had been alive long enough to know that less was best where it mattered.

The realization that she actually enjoyed the way the Scotsman smelled troubled her.

She was once again taken over with that strange sense of security and comfort. It seemed like a contradiction; the outlaw biker giving her any sense of comfort.

She hated to admit that she was almost disappointed when the ride ended when they finally arrived at the diner Chibs was insisting would be well worth the ride.

Y/N reluctantly allowed Chibs to take her hand in his, giving her some stability as she dismounted the back of the bike.

She ignored the slight smirk on his lips and removed her helmet, thankful she’d been smart enough to always keep extra hair ties in her purse. She knew well enough to know that helmet hair was a pain in the ass.

The hair ties in her purse could help when she had to work at the crematorium. The cremator could put off a lot of heat and smoke. Cremation during the summer was especially hellish. She found that it was ideal to keep her hair pulled up when she was working at the crematorium both to keep her hair out of her face and to deal with the intense heat.

She pulled the hair tie from her hair running her fingers through her long hair pretending that she didn’t notice him watching her. It didn’t give her the sense that she was under a microscope the same way she’d felt when Deputy Hale had studied her so deeply. It felt more like she was being admired; like some fine piece of art or a glittering jewel.

It made those butterflies she was attempting to deny flutter all too much.

She tried not to scowl as he spoke a knowing look in his eyes. “Did ya enjoy the ride?”

“It was alright.” She replied keeping her voice nonchalant, not wanting to allow him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she enjoyed herself.

Chibs smirked at the comment, having to kind of enjoy that she was this difficult. He was once again reminded that it had been far too long since a woman had given him this much sass or required this much labor. He was enjoying the effort she was taking. It was a game that he was determined to win.

They didn’t say anything truly of significance again until they sat down and ordered. Y/N sat back in the booth studying her surroundings. The diner seemed to be a mom and pop establishment typical of most of the businesses in Charming.

It was old looking but thankfully clean. The waitresses still wore those old fashioned looking dresses that weren't entirely flattering. A jukebox sat in the corner of the diner though it wasn’t playing. There was bar seating and an old soda and malt machine in full view.

She failed to see just why Chibs had been so insistent that they take a trip this far out when there were similar diners closer to Charming’s city limit.

She held the observation in almost sure that the distance required for dinner had been purposeful by her date as a means to take a long ride with her.

Y/N took a long sip of her diet coke before finally working up the nerve to say the words breaking the silence. She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear the admission straight from the horse’s mouth. “So, am I correct to assume that the open bags of sugar the town has been abuzz over were your doing?”

Chibs smirked amused by the euphemism she was using for the empty graves found in Charming’s cemetery. He could distinctly remember the way she’d referred to the corpses SAMCRO had borrowed from her as cups of sugar.

“Aye, though’ it migh’ help ya out. Once those cups of sugar were discovered figured ya didn’t want too many questions ‘bout how ya lost track of the sugar…figured another empty bag migh’ set ya up as an innocent.” Chibs remarked, shrugging his shoulders, almost tempted to admit that the staged grave robbery, from the body that Half-Sack didn’t dig up originally, was Chibs’ own idea.

He could still remember the words he’d said at Chapel as he tried to convince SAMCRO to allow it so soon after they’d gotten the two bodies from Y/n. The original empty grave had not yet been discovered so they still had some time to cover the tracks. “It jus ain’ bout covern’ our tracks here. The Lodi P.D. is gonna have some questions fer Y/N once they identify those bodies we got from her. Migh’ be bes’ to make it really appear as though she’s an innocent who knew nothin bout how those bodies wound up outta her care. The cops exhume the grave the Prospect didn’t dig up already, they migh’ have some questions fer Y/N bout how she didn’t notice the body was missin’ when she allegedly buried it. The cops comin’ knockin’ at her door migh’ spook her. Gotta keep our new friend feelin’ safe and untouchable. I’ll take care of it myself tonigh’ me an my Prospect. No one will be the wiser.”

Much to Chibs’ relief his insistence on taking the reins on covering up Y/N’s misdeed had appeared to his brothers as just Chibs trying to stop Y/N from getting cold feet about her new business arrangement with SAMCRO.

They’d viewed it as a protection for the club instead of an act of care for their new associate.

He’d managed to hide the fact that he wanted to cover up for her actions simply because he felt protective of her. He cared about protecting her from the consequences of her actions.

Chibs hadn’t done the digging of course. That had all been on his Prospect.

He’d sat by on a nearby tombstone smoking as he watched Half-Sack do all the work. He had at least shone a flashlight on the Prospect giving him the light he needed in the pitch black night.

Chibs had set back on that tombstone a proud sense of satisfaction washing over him an amusing thought crossing his mind: there was no better way to let a lass know you fancied her than staging a grave robbery for her.

He was just thankful that no one had spotted them. They had seemed to be the only living souls in the cemetery that night.

He could remember the scene as they finally reached their goal.

Half-Sack groaned gazing up at his Sponsor the older Scotsman nearly out of sight by now given how deep the hole had grown. They’d been at this for hours now. Why were graves even so deep? He made a silent note to himself to ask Y/N though he had a feeling that her answer would unnerve him. The chick completely unnerved him even with as attractive as she was. The fact that she could embalm him alive if she wanted to made Half-Sack’s last remaining ball want to retreat into his body. “This is so fucked up. I can’t believe I’m doing this again. It’s been less than a month and this is the second grave I’ve dug up. This is so wrong.”

“Shut up, jus’ be thankful there ain’ a body at the end of the task Prospect. Quit yer whinin’ and keep diggin’ if ya wanna earn that Top Rocker.” Chibs had remarked zero sympathy in his voice for his young protege's moral dilemma.

When the shovel had finally hit a hard surface, Chibs had helped Half Sack at least push back the concrete burial vault, prying the casket open with a tire iron giving the act all the more of an amateur look as the fine heavy wood of the casket splintered somewhat with the force of the tire iron.

Chibs chuckled as he shone the tiny flashlight he’d brought along into the casket only to spot sacks of concrete. “Clever lass.”

He gave Half-Sack a slap on the back, unable to hide the pride from his voice at the sight of what was clearly the action of a woman he’d coveted covering her actions. A full casket weighed more than an empty one. She’d known just how to make the casket feel occupied. She was bold to pull off the stunt especially with the risk the family might change their mind about that closed casket service. “Get rid of the concrete, lad. Get it outta the cemetery.”

Chibs was pulled from the memory as Y/N let out a small sigh resisting the urge to scold both Chibs and SAMCRO for leaving her high and dry to deal with the effects of the little grave robbery stunt all alone. “I would have appreciated some heads up.”

Chibs gave her a small smile not above stating the obvious. “Figured yer natural reaction to seein’ the empty bag of sugar had been discovered would be more favorable than a manufactured one.”

She let out a huff not amused to admit that he had a point. She was a decent actress but she wasn’t sure she was able to put on an Oscar worthy performance of being shocked by a grave robbery that she knew about.

She was stunned as Chibs spoke a surprising amount of concern evident in his voice. “How are ya doin’ with all this?”

She shrugged her shoulders, so tempted to mention the nightmares she’d been having, the ones where she followed Chibs himself into a cemetery or down into her embalming room only to be pulled away screaming by the ice cold unforgiving arms of the dead.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to admit that she might be mentally suffering just the slightest. She didn’t want to appear to be a weak link to SAMCRO. “I’m fine, everything is just fine.”

Chibs raised a brow not quite believing her. He shoved the desire to press her and call her out, sure he didn’t want to spend this date arguing with her.

He was certain pissing her off wasn’t going to win him any future dates.

He was determined to win future dates. He would grovel if that’s what it took. He was man enough to grovel for something he wanted this badly.

He spoke up thankfully changing the subject. “How long ya been back in town. Jax said a few months?”

She frowned, not entirely thrilled that Jackson Teller had been discussing her behind her back. She shut down the annoyance telling herself that most likely the information had come up when SAMCRO had first decided to come to her for those favors. “Officially a little over three months now.”

“How do ya like it? It changed much since ya left?” He asked taking a sip from the glass of water he’d ordered.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders almost sure she didn’t like the shift in conversation. She sighed knowing that this was what was expected on a date. “It’s fine. It honestly feels like Charming has always been in stasis compared to the outside world. I guess that’s how people like it though; small business is in and big business stays away. Taxes stay low and things feel secure. It feels like nothing changed around here in my time away…but I know that’s not true. It seems like in so many ways everything changed.”

She paused knowing her statement about changes most likely made very little sense. She was sure it wasn’t helping her appear any less mentally unbalanced.

She cleared her throat fast to speak again. “It’s quieter than New York. I enjoy that. The city was loud..too many people and too many noises. I felt like I got lost in the crowd there and work was far busier. The cost of living here is also a nice change. Rent back in the city was killing me.”

“Aye, mus’ be nice ta be back home at leas’. Ya know back in yer’ childhood home.” Chibs replied, still watching her so closely that the odd feeling she was being admired set in once again.

Y/N sighed surprised that she found herself being honest. “It is in some ways. It’s kind of lonely though to be honest. The house has always felt too big and now that it’s just me it’s more noticeable…it’s too quiet…and not just because of all the dead people who are sometimes in the basement.”

She twisted her lips, her cheeks flushing slightly as their waitress passed by the table, the woman’s eyes widening, apparently she catching the statement about dead people in the basement.

Chibs smirked, apparently having noticed it as well. It seemed that they both came to the mutual choice that it was a little too impolite to laugh at the poor woman.

He spoke nodding his head not helping but to address her coworker. “At leas’ ya got Skeeter runnin’ round durin the day righ? He seems like he’s loud nough judgin’ by yer scoldin him over the yelling.”

He paused the words leaving his lips before he could stop them. “Ya seem close. Jugin’ by the looks he was sendin’ me tonigh’ can’t say he’s happy yer goin’ out with the likes of me.”

She raised an eyebrow not spotting jealousy the way some men seemed to do upon finding out a girl they were interested in just so happened to have a male friend.

She’d had a few boyfriends in the past take issue with the few male friends she’d had back in New York. Of course those friends had been work associates. Most of her friends were work associates back home.

She’d found it annoying; the jealousy that some guys showed over their girlfriends having male friends. She didn’t understand the thought process behind the concept that a man and a woman couldn’t be friends without there being some sort of weird repressed sexual desire rumbling under the surface.

Human beings might be innately sexual beings, but that didn’t mean that mentally they weren’t able to form bonds without sex being the driving point.

When past boyfriends had presented the idea that men and women couldn’t be friends, Y/N was inclined to bring up the existence of bisexuals.

If one couldn’t be friends with a person due to some kind of hidden underlying sexual desire, then wouldn’t bisexuals be friendless? After all it would seem that bisexuals would be left with no friends if sexual desire was part of friendship in the opposite sex. Bisexuals were attracted to both men and women so sexual desire would certainly be an issue if this suggestion that friendships didn’t exist without wanting to bang someone.

Of course this observation had never changed her boyfriends’ minds. If anything the argument had just pissed them off. They’d accused her of being a smartass and trying to talk her way out of a situation she didn’t like once again. She’d of course realized that those boyfriends struggled to connect too many critical thinking points together. There was nothing less sexy than an idiot in her opinion.

She was pleased and somewhat impressed to find that Chibs didn’t seem concerned about her having an opposite sex friend.

She suddenly remembered her old roommate's observation about the difference between younger men and older men.

It seemed that perhaps in the past she’d been experiencing the reactions of boys and not the reaction of men. She was quickly reminded that perhaps Chibs was more of a man than a boy.

She shrugged her shoulders pretending that she wasn’t making this little mental observation. “Skeeter has known me since I was fifteen. He’s protective of me because of how long he’s known me. He was my father’s apprentice. He went to mortuary school down in Southern California somewhere but he wanted to come home to do his apprenticeship. He begged my father to take him under his guidance. My dad saw something in him because Skeeter was the only apprentice he ever took on…aside from me being somewhat of an unofficial apprentice.”

She paused, shaking her head a small laugh leaving her. “Skeeter actually lived in our attic for a while while he was working as an apprentice…I sometimes to this day miss the sound of him moving around up there. It was kind of a white noise when I was falling asleep at night, as odd as that sounds. In a lot of ways it felt like he was just part of the house. He was like some strange sibling we kept locked upstairs. I was a horrible teenager to be honest…mouthy and constantly pushing the limits, I used to make a game of irritating poor Skeeter…I was a pest. I’d hide in the viewing rooms and jump out and scare him as he rounded the corner. It was an asshole move honestly. It’s incredible he didn’t lock me in a casket as awful as I was. I think he kind of enjoyed the pestering to be honest. He doesn’t have much of a family.”

She paused again, her lips downturning slightly. “He was good to my father up until the very end. He adored my father honestly…I think he saw the dad he never had…which makes sense. My father had a big heart. That was his greatest asset in the business. When my dad got sick…Skeeter picked up the slack. I was too far away and my father wasn’t about to let me come home just yet. When I first saw my father’s will I almost expected Skeeter to get the business or at least be made a partner…It all went to me though…and Skeeter, surprisingly, feels no ill will about it. He wasn’t sticking around because he expected to get anything out of it. He understands the family business stays in the family.”

She let out a small bitter laugh. “I’m amazed he hasn’t moved on. He wasn’t joking around tonight. He is fully licensed, he’s been licensed longer than I have. He could very well move on and probably even start his own business instead of working under the same person who used to torment him when she was a teenager…Taking over the family business hasn’t been a walk in the park. The place has been around for as long as it has, and my dad had to maintain it. Between maintaining it and his failing health the bills piled up. You’d think they’d have been forgotten when he died, but I’m his lucky heir and his debt is my inheritance. Somehow Skeeter has stuck around even with the occasional dip in his paychecks”.

“He’s loyal to ya, no’ jus’ cause of yer da. He respects ya’. I could see it tonigh’. He considers ya’ a friend.” Chibs provided his heart twisting at the mention of her debts, an unfamiliar feeling settling in his belly; guilt.

SAMCRO had taken advantage of her desperation hadn’t they? Her inheritance of debts had been used against her as a way to get her to cooperate with the Sons' needs.

He shoved back the guilt focusing on the small smile she gave him as she nodded her head. “He’s probably my best friend…he’s actually probably my only friend, as sad as that sounds.”

“I’m sure that ain’ true.” Chibs replied a bit overtaken by the sudden realization that the girl he’d been admiring was much like him deep down inside…lonely.

She shook her head, a small bitter laugh leaving her. “It is, trust me. It’s always been that way. I never had many friends even growing up. No one wanted to have sleepovers at the corpse house.”

She paused, rolling her eyes at the memory of the cruel nickname local kids had given her house when she was growing up. She had to wonder at times if it was still called that by the local kids. “Most of the kids I grew up with thought of my home as the place they went to when their grandparent died. I was a reminder of a shit time. I had my brother at least…but he was five years older than me. So he didn’t always want me tagging along behind Jax, Opie, and him.”

Chibs frowned, thrown off by the familiar names. “Yer brother knew Jax and Opie?”

Y/N felt a lump develop in the back of her throat wondering how she’d gotten into this conversation. She guessed the subject was unavoidable now. “Daniel was in the same grade as Jackson and Opie growing up. They didn’t really hang out until middle school…to be honest I’m sure my brother was more of a third wheel given how close Jax and Opie were…never saw one without the other. My brother was…he struggled more than me I think.”

She paused hating that she was even going into this entire story. She had a feeling though that Chibs most likely would hear the story from some third source. She knew that local gossips were all too familiar with the sad tale of Y/N’s poor crazy older brother.

She took a sip from her drink as she continued. “I was never afraid of the family business. Death has always felt like an old friend in some ways. I saw it as something I wanted to understand. My father’s line of work made me curious. My brother though…death terrified him. I mean…he was older when our mom died. I was only four, so I didn’t remember it or really understand it. My brother understood it though. Our mom died suddenly, she had a heart defect…wasn’t even aware of it. She just went to sleep one night, went into cardiac arrest and never woke up…my father went to sleep with a living wife and woke up a widower.”

She paused again a heavy sigh leaving her knowing that these tales were usually reserved for a therapist.

She figured if Chibs was going to find out about her family she’d rather he hear it from her than hear rumors from the gossips of Charming. She had a feeling some of the Sons were no strangers to the stories about her family. She’d rather Chibs hear it from her than his brothers. “My father actually embalmed her body for the funeral…I think he saw it as an act of love…one last act of love. That’s what funerals are really, a last showing of love for those we’ve lost. I didn’t understand how my father could have the strength to prepare her body…until my father died and I did the same for my father’s body…uh.”

She paused, turning her gaze from Chibs far too fearful to see discomfort she was sure would wash over his features at that confession. She spoke again, a sigh leaving her as she pretended to focus on the salt and pepper shakers on the table. “I’m getting off topic…my mom dying, it really hit my brother hard…As he got older, the fear he felt just got worse... he just got angry…then he started hanging around Jackson and Opie and they took him under their wings. I think they encouraged him to be honest. I’m sure my brother might have Prospected for the SAMCRO right along with Jackson and Opie...if my dad hadn't talked him into a community college.”

Y/N felt her throat grow tight, hating how the story continued. She placed her hands down in front of her flat on the table trying to will herself to keep talking. “My brother got into Harleys while he was a teenager…Jackson and Opie’s influence. While my brother was taking classes out in Stockton, Jackson helped him get a bike of his own...My brother was a pretty decent rider most of the time. He could get pretty reckless sometimes though. He might have been afraid of death, but he wasn’t scared of teasing it. I think the Harley made him feel powerful. He wasn’t afraid on the bike. He got into a fight…an argument with my dad over the holiday break about the idea of possibly going to mortuary school. He rode off on his bike and it was nasty out…rainy. My brother was upset and with the weather…there was an accident. My brother went over the handlebars and hit his head hard, fractured his skull…It was bad enough that he landed in critical condition up at Saint Thomas….he was never the same after that. Damage to the frontal and temporal lobe…that’s what the doctors said. My brother changed…I don’t know if you know much about that area of the brain, but it controls a lot of things like judgment, emotional responses, impulse control, and even memory. The last time my brother lived at home he tried to kill me.”

Chibs felt a chill run down his spine at the final part of her statement. He’d been trying to wrap his brain around everything she’d just told him from her brother’s connection to Jax and Opie, to her mother’s death, to her father embalming her mother and Y/N embalming her father. The final statement both shocked him and made those protective tendencies he’d noticed popping up for Y/N come fully to the surface.

She was shocked by the warmth of a hand sliding along hers. She dared to look up stunned to meet Chibs’ eyes. She’d feared seeing disgust or perhaps pity. She knew those stories about her father and brother usually made people pale.

She stared into his eyes, not surprised by the stunned expression on his face. She was overtaken by how nice his hand felt over hers. His hands were as rough as she’d expected, but his touch was gentle.

She spoke knowing she had to elaborate a bit further on her last statement. “Like I said…Daniel struggles with his impulse control and emotional regulation. So when he gets mad, he lashes out and it’s full force. I made him angry. I was making breakfast for him and he didn’t like that I wasn’t making him what he wanted. I was tired and overwhelmed and I wanted to be doing something else to be honest…he got upset and it escalated. He’s much larger than me…my father and he were both big guys…The next thing I know he’s standing over me trying to strangle me and my vision is blurring. If my dad hadn’t yanked him off me…well I’m sure you can come to your own conclusion. After that my father had him institutionalized."

She sighed, shaking her head, her eyes growing damp. “I was eighteen years old…and I was scared. I loved him…He didn’t mean anything by it…He just, he doesn’t have that filter that stops him from lashing out. Every emotion is so strong. After the anger passed he was sobbing and confused. My dad knew he couldn’t live in the family home anymore…just wasn’t safe for him or us. He’s been in the state hospital out in Lodi ever since. I know it sounds awful to say it…but sometimes I wish he’d died in the accident. Dying might have been more merciful than the hell he lives in now.”

Chibs felt those protective little tendencies he felt towards her growing all the stronger easily able to picture her so young and terrified the person she adored so much attacking her.

“I don’ think it sounds awful to feel that way. Somethings are more cruel than death.” Chibs replied surprised that he found the reassurance so easily.

He took her by shock reaching across the table his fingertips wiping one of the tears she’d failed to stop.

She was surprised by the statement and the act of drying her tears, almost sure he’d be disgusted that she could say such a thing about her own brother.

He spoke, reluctantly pulling his hand from her cheek but keeping her other hand under his grasp. He decided to take a risk and bring up the observations he’d made over the course of knowing her thus far. “I’m guessin yer brother…the history there is why ya ad Jackie Boy ain’ exactly tradin’ friendship bracelets.”

She was surprised by the small laugh that left her at the thought of trading friendship bracelets with outlaw bikers though she knew it was only an expression. She sighed debating how far to go into that story. It seemed a little too heavy after already dumping so much trauma on him.

“It’s part of it…there’s more there…maybe I’ll tell you everything someday. Let’s just say after my brother…after he was institutionalized I went over to SAMCRO’s clubhouse and tried to kick Jackson in the balls.”

Chibs widened his eyes both amused and stunned by the confession. He was far too interested in the concept of an eighteen year old girl being bold enough to march into an outlaw biker clubhouse and threaten the Prince of SAMCRO.

The confession was enough of a tidbit of information that it made her seeming unwillingness to go into more details about her past with SAMCRO tolerable. “In the balls, lass?”

She sighed a small laugh leaving her. “I was extremely drunk, it should be noted…I think it was the first time I ever got drunk…probably my first drink. My father didn’t exactly lock his liquor cabinet back then. I was pissed and intoxicated…a pretty deadly combination. Jackson probably should have kicked me out…but he managed to get me outside and talk me down…He let me scream at him and maybe attempt to hit him though I couldn’t do much damage to the guy given my state I mean he was like 23, he wasn’t about to hit a barely legal teenager.”

Chibs widened his eyes trying to imagine the scenario she was describing. He was still impressed by the brass balls on her even if those balls had been clearly aided by booze.

She spoke again, shaking her head. “The rest is a very long story that I promise I’ll tell you someday.”

He furrowed his brow wanting to coax her into telling him now, but he bit his tongue though telling himself that a promise to tell him more later was a promise to have these kinds of talks beyond just this date.

He kept his hand over hers not helping but to cling onto the implication that there would be the opportunity to learn more.

He was overtaken with the thought that after hearing all he’d heard tonight, those protective tendencies he’d began to feel popping up over her were going nowhere.

He remembered his words to Clay earlier in the evening. He was interested in far more than just sex with the woman sitting across from him.

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Y/N had been surprised by the request to take another ride after dinner. She’d been even more surprised that she was perfectly happy to comply with the request.

She’d been relieved that the remainder of their dinner had been much less dramatic as far as conversation went.

She’d felt thankful that Chibs had found a way to make the conversation much lighter, quickly going into a story telling her about something truly dumb Half-Sack had done earlier that day.

As dinner had worn on Y/N was surprised to find that she was kind of fond of the way Chibs spoke about the prospect. It was almost sort of sweet in a strange way. He called the younger man an absolute idiot, but it was clear that he loved him.

She was surprised as the bike managed to head out to a more secluded area not far from the diner.

It was a hilly bit of land not far from some warehouses, it all seemed to be undeveloped property that was far enough off the road where no one would disturb them.

She raised an eyebrow feeling a little uncertain as he’d parked the bike helping her dismount it again.

She watched him dig though the saddlebags on the Harley. She'd found it amusing as he had gone into probably too much detail explaining to her that this particular bike was the one he reserved for runs and longer travels. He'd explained it over dinner admitting that he loved a good long ride but the bike he used in his day to day life wasn't really made for such a long trip.

She spoke not helping but to tease him as he pulled out an old looking blanket that looked as though it had seen better days as well as a small camping lantern. “I hope you didn’t have any hopes of getting lucky because you brought a blanket. I don’t really put out on the first date these days..especially in such a public place.”

“Aye nex’ date then?” He replied earning a soft swat to the side from her, the action far more playful than he’d been expecting.

He was certain that if he’d made that type of comment to her just a day ago she might have slapped him.

He spoke again wanting to make his intentions clear. “Not tryin’ to get laid, Hen…no’ tonigh’ at least.”

She watched him spread the blanket down on the ground, her cheeks flushing over both the statement and the odd petname.

She’d not imagined being referred to as a farm animal might actually feel flattering. She spoke a small huff leaving her. “Hen?”

“Scottish, lass. Jus’ what ya call a younger woman yer fond of back home…kinda like callin ya sweetheart.” He remarked a hint of a smirk crossing his lips, finding her reaction kind of adorable.

She felt her cheeks flush further. She couldn’t stop the words from leaving her surprised it felt easy to flirt with him especially after all her insistence that this was the last thing she needed. “So, you’re fond of me?”

“Oh yeah, if ya ain’ noticed it yet, I clearly need to step up my game.” Chibs was fast to respond, holding his hand out to her as he stood up.

She ignored the voice in the back of her head telling her this was an awful idea as she stepped forward letting him take his hand in hers the touch just as soft as it had been at dinner.

He spoke nodding down at the blanket. “Sit with me, Hen.”

She decided to ignore the voice in the back of her brain that told her sitting led to lying which led to all the things you could do while lying down.

She sat by his side not surprised as he reached out his hand clasping over hers again. He nodded up at the sky. “See this is wha’ I wanted ya to see.”

She stared up at the night sky surprised to see that the stars were just as clear as they’d been that night in the cemetery.

They seemed much more pleasant tonight than they’d seemed that night in the cemetery.

She spoke recalling the talk they’d had that night while she was digging a hole for those cremains. “Is it comparable to what you described back home?”

“Nah, no’ even close…Think who I’m lookin’ at it with makes it less disappointing though.” He admitted taking a chance to peek over at her relieved that she seemed as entranced by the night sky as he’d hoped.

He spoke again clearing his throat. "I use to take rides out to the countryside back home...late a nigh' would look up at the sky an' think."

"What'd you think about?" She dared to ask not pulling her eyes from the sky. She could see why it might be nice to sit and stare at the stars. There was a peace that came with it.

"Lotta shite. It wasn' a happy time in my life. It was righ' after I patched into the Belfast Sons...I had a lot shite goin on at the time...a lotta changes." Chibs responded his throat growing tight thinking of his own past.

He was certain now wasn't the time to dump it all on her. She had seemed so fragile after sharing her own past with him at dinner. He wasn't sure she could take on his baggage, not tonight at least.

He cleared his throat continuing. "Most of the time, I'd just think bout how even if things felt like shite, it didn't really matter too much no' when ya think bout how...the universe is massive. I'm just a speck in it all. There's somthin' kinda freeing ta realize yer a small chunk of a big world that's in a big universe. Makes yer problems seem kinda insignificant no matter how horrible they are."

"I guess I've never thought of it like that...I mean it's a good point. Kind of hard to think about how difficult things feel when you realize you're kind of insignificant against all of this." She replied still staring up at the sky.

He glanced over at her once again finding himself entranced by her.

He had feared she’d think he only had one thing on his mind with this stargazing plan. He’d hoped for it of course, he was a hot blooded male after all and she was a gorgeous woman.

He was sure he didn’t mind her disinterest in doing anything remotely sexual on a first date. He was surprised to find that sitting here holding her hand staring up at the night sky felt like enough; especially after all she’d shared with him tonight.

She spoke apparently remembering the trauma she’d dumped on him tonight before the food had even arrived to the table. “Sorry if I was a lot tonight. Pretty sure I made a first date feel more like a therapy session.”

He was surprised to hear the vulnerability in her voice. It was unlike the girl who had been full of nothing but sass and facts about her job. He found that the fact that she felt comfortable enough to sound so vulnerable in front of him as a reason to feel honored. He was seeing a side to her; it seemed she might not reveal to many people. “You got no reason to apologize, lass.”

She let out a small laugh shaking her head, her voice the slightest bit self deprecating. “I guess you can see why I don’t ever have many dates. Trauma and the fact that I’m pretty sure I scare most of the male population around here.”

“We all got our share of traumas, love. Luckily their loss seems ta be my gain.” Chibs replied the comment sliding from his lips with so little effort it was obvious he meant it.

He spoke again, deciding to express the sincerity behind his voice. “The men round here don’ know what they’re missin’. Yer smart, gorgeous, tough, and not fraid to give anyone shite.”

She spoke, her cheeks growing all the darker, not accustomed to the praise. “I’m also far too comfortable around dead bodies to the point that I live in a house surrounded by death…on the first floor and the basement at least. I talk about embalming techniques and decay the same way people talk about playing tennis or a new movie they just saw. I am pretty sure I’ve well earned my place as being untouchable by most of the guys in Charming.”

Chibs found the words the sincerity behind them still so apparent. “I don’ care fer tennis and I've never been ‘fraid of death. Trus’ me, Hen yer far from untouchable. All I can think bout mos’ of the time is touchin’ ya.”

She turned her gaze towards his surprised by the heat that spread through her at his words.

She found herself staring into his eyes suddenly realizing she was happy he’d thought to leave his sunglasses behind today. He really did have lovely eyes. It was a shame to hide such beautiful dark eyes behind sunglasses.

She felt any voices that told her that this was an awful idea were too far away to grasp as Chibs and she leaned closer and closer to one another.

They could feel the heat of one another’s breaths, their lips so close to colliding.

A familiar chime broke the spell before their lips had a chance to meet. They both pulled back her cheeks growing much darker from embarrassment and his from frustration.

She reached out grasping her purse pulling her cell phone from it. Chibs watched her as she answered it, her voice suddenly taking a very formal tone. “Yes, of course. I see. I am not within city limits at the moment. I will contact my associate and he will come retrieve the deceased. I will look over everything tonight and we can meet tomorrow to discuss where to go from here.”

Chibs furrowed his brow it hitting him she was most likely speaking to a bereaved family about a loved one who she would apparently be tending to tonight.

She spoke again her voice still quite professional but he did pick up on a hint of compassion that he couldn’t help but to adore as she spoke again. “Of course, I will be in touch with you soon. My condolences for your loss. My associate will be there shortly.”

She hung up her phone clearing her throat clearly noticing Chibs’ eyes on hers and clearly aware of the fact if her phone hadn't rang her lips would very much be pressed to his at the moment.

She was surprised that the thought of pressing her lips to his didn’t send her into a tailspin.

She was sure hours ago if someone had told her that she’d almost kiss the Scottish Son she’d be horrified, certain it was a sign she was sliding back into old habits.

A voice in the back of her brain told her that her old habits hadn’t ever felt this nice.

She spoke, clearing her throat. “Work calls, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut tonight short.”

“Aye, no’ a problem.” Chibs replied a voice in the back of his head taunting him that he was being cock blocked by the deceased.

He shoved the thought back guilt clouding his mind for being selfish enough that all he could focus on was the lost chance at a kiss when someone was dead. He would find another chance to feel her lips against his.

He spoke as they stood up, Chibs beginning to gather the blanket and lantern. “I’ll get ya back home.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso as they mounted his bike, finding that for once she wasn’t entirely ready to jump right into work.

This was the first time in her life where she realized she actually much preferred the company of someone living than isolation while tending to the dead.

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Y/N sighed disappointed as the bike pulled up to Y/L/N and Sons Funeral Home. She knew that she needed to get upstairs and shove on something that she’d feel comfortable wearing down in body storage.

She would need to take a look over the deceased Skeeter was currently picking up and make an assessment of what would be required and what options the family could look over tomorrow.

She was reluctant to leave Chibs' side though. It was a surprising realization.

Hours ago she’d been dreading this date and hoping she could just survive it. She’d told herself it was just one date. It was just part of the deal she’d made with him for reduced auto work. She’d wanted her strange admirer to get lost.

Now though, she didn’t want the night to end. She didn’t want Chibs to go anywhere anytime soon.

She took a chance leaning up as Chibs helped her dismount his bike and take off the helmet she’d borrowed tonight. She pressed her lips to his cheek the touch so light it almost didn’t feel real for a moment for Chibs.

He felt his heart lift a strange warm feeling washing over him at the action. She pressed her lips over one of his scarred cheeks she not seeming uncomfortable with the act. The action felt so sweet and so genuine.

He could admit no one had ever kissed his cheek, at least not after what Jimmy O' had done to him. He hadn't had a real romantic relationship with a woman since Fiona, so no opportunity to touch his cheeks had presented itself. He'd not allowed that part of his body to be touched during any of the casual romps he'd shared with the croweaters around SAMCRO's clubhouse. He'd never allowed any of the croweaters to touch his scars. The thought of someone touching such a painful reminder of his past unnerved him. It felt so personal; touching the reminder of his pain. He'd been known to swat the hands of anyone who dared to try to touch those scars away.

The feel of Y/N's lips to one of those scars didn't make him want to shrink away. He had zero desire to swat her away. He was overwhelmed with a sense of comfort as he realized that she was not inclined to shy away from touching a part of him that most people cringed at the sight of.

It was no kiss on the lips, but it was still quite enjoyable. He had to admit that the kiss to one of his scars almost felt more intimate than a kiss to the lips.

She pulled away her cheeks flushing. She knew the kiss to the cheek felt like such a juvenile act almost as though they were teens on their first date and her father should be peeking behind the curtains watching them.

She felt no fear in kissing a part of him that had intimidated her upon their first meeting. She was once again reminded of a thought she'd had when they'd first met. She had no reason to fear the scars; if anything she feared the person who must have done this to him.

She'd found that she wouldn't mind kissing his cheeks more often. Judging by the look in his eyes she guessed not many people showed him such a tender act. It hurt her heart to think that no one showed him any tenderness with as sweet as he'd been tonight.

She wanted badly to press her lips to his but she knew if she kissed him she might just let herself invite him in. If she invited him in she might just tell Skeeter to handle this job all on his lonesome.

Chibs dared to speak taking his shot sure that he’d get the response he wanted after that sweet little kiss to the cheek. He took her hand in his praying to anyone who might be listening to let him get the answer he was hoping for. “Can I see ya again?”

Y/N felt a voice bark out in the back of her mind screaming at her to say no. This was an awful idea. She couldn't agree to another date. Dating him was a surefire way to fall back into the chaos of SAMCRO. He would lead her to ruin.

She felt her heart speak up a little louder than that voice. Her heart reminded her of how he’d listened to her traumas tonight, how he’d held her hand. Her heart told her that he wasn’t afraid of death. He didn't see her as untouchable. In fact, he considered himself lucky to have a chance with her. She'd never met anyone who considered themselves lucky to be by her side.

She knew which part of her body was stronger.

She spoke nodding her head the answer seeming so effortless. “Yes.”

“Aye when, Hen?” he blurted out not having it in him to be ashamed of how desperate he sounded.

He’d always assumed he wasn’t the type to beg for the attentions nor the affections of any woman. Y/N wasn’t just any woman though.

She gave him a soft smile her answer far too cryptic. “Soon, Filip.”

She pressed her lips to his cheek again the touch far too light and far too brief before she parted from him. “Goodnight, Filip.”

“Goodnigh’, Hen. I’ll see ya soon.” Chibs replied reluctantly allowing her hand to pull from his as she headed up the long walkway to her home.

He watched her disappear behind her front door, closing it behind her. He reached up his fingertips brushing across his cheek running along the skin where her lips had pressed against.

His heart felt lighter than it had felt in so long. How could one kiss to the cheek do this to him?

He hadn’t felt this light and this hopeful in so long.

He remembered his words to Clay earlier once again. He wanted a wee bit more than getting his dick wet.

He wanted so much more with her. He wanted it all.

Y/N leaned against the closed door, it taking everything in her not to open that door, march back out there and press her lips to his.

She listened to the rumble of his bike start up, a sign he was pulling away and leaving her for the night.

She twisted the strap of her purse in her hands, it hitting her that she was absolutely screwed.

That voice in the back of her head still screamed as loud as ever that she was making a huge mistake and that she had to be out of her mind for wanting to see Chibs again. The voice screeched that this was a road that would only lead her to heartache and pain. This was an awful idea.

She found herself easily responding to that voice, the reply seeming so simple; she’d never shied away from awful ideas.

Something that felt as wonderful as being with Chibs tonight surely couldn’t be awful nor could it be ruinous.

Y/N realized that even if Chibs led her to ruin she was unwilling to save herself.

If Filip Chibs Telford was destined to be her ruin, then she embraced the road to destruction with open arms.

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