SOA One Shot – First Kiss
Inspiration Song: Maybe – Janis Joplin
Chibs & Olivia "Liv"
He drove round the house, parking his Dyna in the backyard. He swung his leg over the bike, unbuckling his helmet. As soon as he was standing, Virgil came bounding, out of nowhere, towards him with a playful bark. He bent down and scratched behind the huge Bernese mountain dog's ears. Virgil jumped up, wanting more attention making him laugh. Virgil nearly knocked him over onto his backside.
"Ey boy-o!" he greeted, "Where's ya mum?"
Virgil gave him another bark and he laughed. He must be insane, talking to the dog like it could answer him. After a final pat on the head he stood up and walked towards the backdoor, Virgil following diligently behind him. He saw that the backdoor was wide open, only the screen was closed shut. Before he opened the door, he smelt the strong aroma of burning herb. He rolled his eyes and stepped into the house. Virgil tried to follow him in but he stopped the pup.
'Ya're gonna hafta wait out here. Smells like mummy is indulgin' herself right now." He explained.
Virgil gave him a pout when he shut the screen door in his face. There were a few low howls but eventually Virgil gave up and went about his backyard shenanigans. He turned around, leaving his boots on and trudged through the laundry room into the hallway.
"Liv?" he called out.
His voice was immediately drowned out by the loud music raising through her house. He rolled his eyes. This woman was going to be the death of him. He couldn't even remember how he was the one stuck on babysitting duty. One of the prospects should be making these house calls. He pushed her bedroom door open, but found the room empty. He turned back around, checking the bathroom and the kitchen; nothing. Where the hell was she? He walked around the hallway into the living room, standing next to the couch. All he could see was the record player spinning and the coffee table had been pushed to the other side of the room.
"Liv?" he tried once again.
Right beside him, out from in front of the couch he saw her tanned arm shoot up, flashing a freshly rolled joint.
"Care to join Scottie?" She asked.
He looked down, to find her staring up at him with a goofy smile on her face. He sighed, snatching the joint from her hand.
"What d'ya think yer doin'?" he growled.
She rolled her eyes, "Having a bit of fun. There isn't much else I can do, now is there?"
He grimaced, reminded of why she was house bound in the first place. Jax could be an asshole at times. He loved the boy, but this was a problem that could've been avoided, had Jax been willing to leave the girl alone in the first place.
"How's the leg?" he asked, trying not to stare at the full leg cast on her left leg.
She shrugged, her arm falling back down her side, "Itchy."
"And yer back?" he pushed further.
She gave him a cold stare, "Feels like I've been shot 4 times…"
He ground his teeth together. He couldn't imagine the pain she'd been in, and still was in. The club had ruined her life, for the next few months at least. Still holding onto her joint, he took a long drag. He figured he could indulge a little, and spend some time with the girl. She was always cooped up in her house, alone with her dog. She could probably use some human interaction. She watched him inhale and then closed her eyes, head bobbing along to the music.
"How much have ya smoked, Liv?" he questioned, taking another toke.
"I think that's my fifth one… I lost count a while ago." She giggled.
He shook his head, a smile on his lips. He continued to stare down at her, watching as she swayed on the floor to the music, completely at ease. He moved to take his boots off and her eyes snapped open.
"Stay a while?" she pleaded.
He smiled down at her, "Was just gonna take my shoes off, lass."
She smiled lazily back at him, "Good."
He chuckled, slipping his boots off and lowering himself down to the floor next to her. His head was next to hers but their bodies were stretched out in the opposite directions. Now that his face was next to hers, he could hear her lightly humming along to the song currently playing. He shut his eyes, entranced with her sound and smoking a little bit more.
"Chibs?" she spoke.
"Hmmm?" he answered.
She turned to face him, "Don't you ever get tired?"
He turned to her, raising an eyebrow, "What do ya mean?"
"With the lifestyle; killing, running guns…?" she elaborated.
He kept his face blank, unsure of where she got her knowledge, "I don't know what yer talkin' about."
She snorted, staring back up at her ceiling, "Please, like I don't know what ya'll are invested in."
He just shrugged, not answering her. They were quiet for another few minutes. He was wary of how observant she was. He should've figured that she already knew what the club business was, but still it was threatening to have her know that kind of information, especially with what the club had gotten her into. They were all looking out for her right now, but only until she was fully healed. It was their fault that she was ambushed, attacked and shot. What was to say that she wouldn't go blabbing their gun running to the police once she was healed and able to go her own way? He hadn't noticed that she was studying him while he let himself drown in his thoughts. He caught her gaze out of the corner of his eye and she smirked.
"You need to get on my level here Chibbie." She reached out and pushed the joint closer to his mouth.
He couldn't help but laugh at her. Even after everything she'd gone through, she still had a great sense of humour and an air of happiness about her. When he was around her, he felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He never shared any information with her, but he knew that if he chose too she wouldn't judge him. She'd listen and let him hash it all out. Even with that comfort, he still didn't trust her. How could he? Jackson was the reason she was lying here on the floor. She may be nice and happy now, but there was no telling what state she'd be in when she could walk on her own two feet again. He sighed and took another deep toke of the joint. He was starting to feel that familiar haze come over him. He smoked some weed from time to time, but it wasn't something that he did on a regular basis. Ever since Liv got out of the hospital, they noticed she'd taken up smoking quite frequently. It was almost rare to see her sober. If he was honest, it worried him a little. Liv had grown on him. They'd only been spending time with each other for a few weeks, but he was the one who constantly had to check up on her. They had created a repertoire between the two of them.
As if she read his thoughts, she whispered, "You can trust me, y'know."
He exhaled, smoke shooting up into the air, "Easier said than done, lass."
"I like you." She chuckled.
He peered at her for a moment, she was such an odd woman, "Is that so?"
She nodded her head, "Yup."
He waited to hear her explain her random exclamation but none came. She just returned to listening to the music. He offered her the last bit of the joint. Their faces were turned, facing one another, as she reached up and gingerly took the joint from him. She kept her eyes on his while she inhaled deeply. Without meaning too, while he pulled his hand back, he caressed the back of his fingers across her cheek. Her eyes widen the tiniest amount, but he still noticed. She exhaled, blowing all the smoke into his face. He closed his eyes, coughing lightly and before he had a chance to question her, he felt her lips pressed against his. He froze for a second. Was this her way of explaining her words earlier? If it was, it wasn't much of an explanation. He was too old of a man for a beautiful young woman like herself to be interested in.
She pulled away from him, realizing that he wasn't reciprocating her affections. She tried to mask the rejection on her face as she moved away from him. She couldn't say she was surprised, he was nothing more than her babysitter. She was just a charge that they needed to keep protected until everything was right with her body again. She sighed, having made everything awkward by assuming he might share her feelings.
They stared at one another for a long moment, before he inched forward, pulling her into an awkward upside down kiss. She was shocked to have him attack her with such force. A minute ago he was frozen solid, unyielding to her own lips. Now he was pressing his against her with a passion that made her whole body melt into the carpet. She let out a sigh and he captured it with his mouth. She trailed her fingers across his scar, having admired them from the first day she set eyes on him in Charming. Her caress stirred something within him and he ran his tongue along her lower lip, desperately wanting permission to enter. She smiled and opened her mouth to his. They both groaned as their tongues met. Their kiss was gentle, but dominating at the same time. They paused, breaking apart to take a breath. She left a soft kiss on his lips, before nibbling on his lower lip. A reluctant smile broke out on his face, as he licked his lips, comforting the sting from her light bite.
Breathing heavily they gazed at one another. The song faded out and another one came on and they were lost in each other's eyes. He was of a mind to blame the weed for his current state of affairs, but he couldn't deny the heat that flowed through his body at her simple touch. Her eyes were drooping, as she recounted their kiss over and over again in her head. She had been dreaming of doing that since she first saw him at Abel's coming home party.
"I want to show you something." She murmured.
"What's tha'?" he asked.
She motioned for him to put his head on her stomach, "Come over here."
He shook his head but followed her direction. He laid his head gently on her stomach, letting his legs stretch out in front of him. He was tall enough that his shins, ankles and feet were hidden under her coffee table. He laid there, silent, unsure of what she wanted to show him. Finally she started humming, and the feeling was odd on the back of his head. He glanced up at her and saw the amusement flashing in her eyes. He broke out into a smile while she burst into laughter. As she laughed, his head bounced up against her abs, causing him to laugh out loud as well. They both laughed for a few minutes, clearly high enough to find this amusing.
When their laughter died down, he asked, "Is tha' what ya wanted ta show me?"
"Yes." She wiped the tears away from her eyes.
He shook his head, grinning, "Why?"
She shrugged, causing both of their bodies to jostle, "When I was a girl, my friends and I would make a line in the fields down home, and laugh. It always had the same reaction. I figured you might need a laugh. You've been tense since you walked in today."
She wrapped her hand around one of his, toying with the rings on his fingers. He smiled. This woman really did know how to cheer him up, even if she didn't know it. With her other hand, she absent mindedly stroked his hair, lightly tugging on the ends. Her fingers twirled and twisted around his dark roots. She admired the grey strands that were peppered throughout. They gave him that sophisticated older man vibe. His eyes fluttered shut while her fingers played with his hair. It had been a long time since a woman was this attentive with him. She seemed to unknowingly comfort him. He loved the crow eaters, free sex with no attachments but he couldn't deny that he missed the warmth and comfort of having a woman waiting for him at home. He'd given up on any of those dreams once Fiona was out of the picture. He was lonely, that much he'd admit.
Another song, a familiar one, began to croon through the speakers. He then realized that she was listening to Janis Joplin. He was surprised, she didn't look the type to listen to this genre of music. He relaxed against her, enjoying the warm body and calming music. About a minute into the song he heard a second voice join in.
"…you might come back home, home to me…" She hummed along.
Listening to her sing along, he was reminded of the lyrics to the song. At the right moment, when the line mentions hand holding, he squeezed her fingers with his. Her hand contracted around his in response and they both gazed at each other.
The laid there together, her hand moving through his hair, while his thumb grazed her hand in a timely fashion. Eventually her hand slowed, and her breathing steadied. He glanced up to see that she'd fallen asleep; her head lolling to the right. He didn't dare move, for fear of waking her up. He continued to lay there, resting his eyes, as the album played on song after song. Once the album had finally finished, there was silence throughout her living room. Only the buzz of the speakers being on was evident. He thought about getting up to move her, either on to the couch, or into her bed but his plans were shot when he felt the vibration of the burner in his pocket. He stuck a hand in his pocket, pulling the phone out.
Flipping it open he answered, "Ya?"
"Where are you?" The voice on the other end asked.
"Checkin' up on Liv." He answered.
The voice continued, "Aright. Church is in half an hour."
"Aye." He confirmed.
The phone call was brief. He hung up knowing that he needed to leave now. Instead of moving Liv around, he pulled a cushion off her couch, tenderly lifted her head and placed the pillow underneath. He pulled the blanket off the back of her couch and covered her with it. He lifted the needle up from the spinning record, placed it back on the side, and shut the player off. He crossed the room, shoving his feet back into his boots and trudging back through the house to the back door. He opened the screen, allowing Virgil to brush passed him into the house. The dog paused waiting for his goodbye.
He smiled and promised, "I'll come and check on ya mum again later."
Virgil snuffed into his palm and then sauntered off into the house. He shut the door behind him, then the screen. He would be back later to make sure that she had something to eat, and to just spend some time with her.