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So here we are at chapter one. For those of you who don't know this is the sequel to Ye Wayward Sons. It is possible to read this without reading Wayward but I don't suggest it. For the rest of you, thanks for following me from one story to the next.

Enjoy

"Honey, I'm home," he'd always wanted to yell that after a run. Stomping into the foyer of the small apartment, he drops his keys and gun on the side table.

"Great, I didn't make dinner but there's beer in the fridge." Of course you didn't make dinner he thinks, I've only been gone on a dangerous week long mission. If there's one thing Chibs has learned in the five months he's lived with her it's that Leila Trager never cooks. He's pretty sure she can't to be honest but he wouldn't know because he's never even seen the stubborn bitch try.

He toes off his boots and heads for the small open kitchen. The old fridge was indeed fully stocked with beer, although aside from a few take away containers that seemed to be all it was stocked with. "Where yeh at darlin?" This is not the first time he's gone on a run since they decided to try living together in Tig's little apartment but it's the first time she hasn't met him at the door.

"Right here boyo." Her voice is soft from behind him and he chuckles at her attempt to use Scottish slang. He's still a bit miffed about the lack of food so he takes his time popping the top on his beer before he turns around.

"Yeh know Leila a man could get tired of coming home to an empty table." He turns as he talks and the sight that greets him almost causes him to drop his bottle.

"I said I didn't make dinner, I didn't say your table was empty." She's perched on the edge of the small kitchen table, leaning back on her hands, a devious smile on her pretty little face, and she's completely naked. "Still hungry?"

"Starvin actually." She shrieks when he lets the beer bottle drop and it shatters across the kitchen tile but it turns into a laugh when he charges at her, swinging her naked body up over his shoulder. He slaps her ass and she yelps again. "I'm gonna teach yeh how to welcome a man home properly," he smacks her again and her laughter trails them into the bedroom.

The harsh flick and fire of the zippo is the only light in the darkness of the bedroom. She's sprawled out on Chibs bare chest, thoroughly fucked. He'd had her three times in the last 90 minutes and Leila feels boneless. It's been nine months since the end of the Mayan war and she's never been happier.

"Well," she takes a quick hit off the joint her offers her, "I don't think I'm going to make dinner ever again." His full laugh shakes her form.

"Aye darlin, I'll take yeh out to dinner every night if yeh set the table like that from now on." She passes the joint back and giggles into his chest.

"So, how was the run?" She leans in to take the offered shotgun of smoke and then blows it back into his face with a smile. "Did you get me a present?" Leila pushes her self up so she's straddling his chest and reaches behind for his half hard member. He chokes on his exhale at her touch.

"Aye, although it doesn't seem like I needed to, considering." Chibs drops the joint into the ashtray beside the bed and reaches up to cup her breast, she arches into his hand. His fingers tug at the barbell through her nipple and she slides down his body.

"Is it a good present?" She's poised above him now still wet and ready from their earlier excursions and Leila revels in teasing him just a bit.

"Aye, it's a very good present." His free hand is fisted in the sheets and his eyes haven't left the spot where their bodies will soon be joined.

"Okay then," she sinks down onto him and shifts just a bit to accommodate his girth. She starts to move, slowly. Leila can still remember the early days of their relationship when all she wanted was rough and fast. She'd been too strung out on recent events to care about the subtleties of a slow fuck. Chibs had humored her, and for months she'd wake up with handprints bruised into her hips but he'd kept at his attempts for slow and she'd come to enjoy the gentle burn.

"Jeysus yer tight, even after all that." His eyes are squeezed shut and he's got a hand on her thigh guiding her movements. His fingers unconsciously trace the song bird tattooed there and he tugs at her nipple just a bit too hard.

"We have family dinner at Gemma and Clay's tomorrow and I need you to come by the shop in the afternoon, I've got that guy scheduled for his last sitting." She doesn't stop riding him as she relates the activities for the next day and she loves the way he nods in agreement without opening his eyes. His hips move in time with hers and she can already feel the slow build of completion pooling in her stomach.

"Aye Leila-Luv, we can do all those things. Just tilt yer…" She complies immediately, she knows what he wants and she shifts her hips just enough to take him deeper. She can feel the hard head of his cock jutting up into the space where her uterus should be and lets out a low moan. "That's it, good girl," his voice fades off into Gaelic or something and she moves her hips just a bit faster. She loves when she manages to steal his english.

"So what'd you get me on the run?" She tries to sound casual even through her panting breath.

"Mother Mary of Christ woman do you ever shut up." His eyes snap open and even though she knows he's not really mad Leila still jumps when he lunges up beneath her and she lands under him on her back. "Now shut up and get off."

She starts to giggle into his chest at the harsh words but the sudden force of his thrusts steals her breath. His lips find hers and he kisses her hard even as one of his hands trails down between them to rub at her clit. She arches up into him and the feeling of his calloused mechanics fingers between her legs is enough to throw her already sensitive body over the edge. She pulls away from his mouth and bites down into his shoulder as she comes and it only takes a few more snaps of his hips before he's following her over.

Chibs rolls to the side, landing on his back next to her, still breathing hard. "I should go away more often." She glances to find herself looking at a cheeky smile.

"I'm sure you'd like that you bastard. I have no doubt you spent the week getting head and drinking." Her voice is light but she feels the familiar expectation of betrayal settling into her chest. She's not his old lady and even if she was he'd have no reason to stay monogamous. What happens on a run stays on a run, if she was going to keep up whatever she had going here she was going to have to get used to that. So far Chibs' hadn't given her any reason to think he'd strayed but there was always the next time and the next.

"I don't know what kinda man yeh think I am but if I'd gotten a blow job this week I doubt I would have managed round four there. I'm not a young man yeh know. Twenty-nine next month darlin." His voice is light and teasing but when his hand turns her head to meet his eyes they're honest. She nods and curls herself up against him.

"So where's my present?" He chuckles into her hair and reaches down to pull the blanket up over both of them.

"I missed yeh, silly girl. Go to sleep and I'll give yeh the gift in the morning. If yer good." Leila didn't need to be told twice, she never slept when he wasn't in the house and this run had been particularly difficult because Tig had gone along too. With none of the men in her life within a hundred miles Leila had been jumpy all week. The solid feel of the man under her and the boneless feeling of the afterglow were already going a long way towards sending her into a deep slumber.

"I missed you too Chibs."

"Uh huh." His hand settles onto her back rubbing calming circles and she's asleep in seconds.

Chibs wakes with the bright light of morning shining onto his face through the cheap blinds of the bedroom. He reaches on instinct for Leila and his eyes snap open when he finds her side of the bed empty and cold. He rolls over and inhales her scent from the abandoned pillow, the damned girl had gotten under his skin something fierce.

Sitting up he reaches for the flannel pants at the foot of the bed, pulling them on he goes without a shirt as he heads out into the main room. Tig had done well when he'd chosen the apartment years ago, with old wood floors and lots of windows the place was cheery once they'd cleaned it up. Chibs didn't even want to think about the days spent hauling things out and down to the dumpster. The kitchen sink had been so clogged with blood and carnage when Leila first moved in they'd given up on fixing it and Tig had paid to have the plumbing redone, by a club friendly company of course. Chibs was pretty sure he'd pulled a human finger bone out of garbage disposal that first day.

Now though, the place is warm and well decorated. Leila's influence is everywhere, from the oddly mismatched furniture to the random wall murals spread throughout, she'd made herself at home. The smell of coffee and bacon leads him into the small kitchen off the family room and he finds a mug and a plate waiting for him on the counter. The bacon is burnt and the eggs are runny as shit but at least she made a slight effort. Breakfast was the only thing Leila ever came close to cooking and he imagines this is an apology for the lack of real dinner the night before.

He leaves the plate but picks up the coffee and heads out to the sun porch. This is her space, if the apartment has her influence, this room is where she took complete control. There's a whole wall of glass facing South and she'd set up the room as an art studio. On top of her tattoo work Chibs had been surprised to find out the girl was a rather accomplished painter. Canvases lean against the far wall and there are two easels with half finished work set up just inside the door.

He leans against the frame and observes his woman. She's sitting at the angled drawing table and he knows from the pencil in her hand she's working on a tattoo design. She's wearing one of his button down shirts and nothing else, perched on the stool, her legs tucked up underneath her body. The morning sun glints off her still messy red curls. He'd been surprised when she'd dyed her hair again and amused when she joked that she was just trying to make him feel more at home by "going Irish." The red she'd chosen was too dark to be mistaken for the classic Irish ginger but new color suited her.

She'd been so happy the last few months, so different from the lost little girl he'd met months before. The woman that shared his bed now was confident, funny, and mature. There had been moments where he was sure she was going to flee again but they'd managed to make it through them with only a few tears and now she seemed so settled. She had her own shop, the deal with the boy from Salt Lake had fallen through and Clay had offered SAMCRO up as a business partner. Chibs had been surprised when she'd agreed but so far things were running fine. One of the nomad lads who could ink had been hanging around for the last few months and she'd hired two other artists out of Lodi. Leila had been concerned about opening a shop in a town as small as Charming but so far she seemed to be getting on fine. Bobby was doing her books and Chibs was satisfied that she had enough roots to maybe calm her down for good.

All the good was making what happened on the run that much harder for him to deal with. He slurps a bit of the coffee and she turns towards him with a brilliant smile, his heart involuntarily skips a beat. He's in love with her and it's going to make what happened last week that much more dangerous.

I hope you all don't hate the mild cliffhanger there too much. Reviews are always welcome but I want to thank everyone who reads regardless.