Disclaimer: The member of SOA (Sons of Anarchy) is the property of mister Sutter, any other is mine. The story is completely original and that of mine

The look she gave him was of a lover, and he blushed every time. It was there secret and nobody would ever know. She remembered how it all began; it was the day the little bitch from Nevada got of the truck that brought the load of guns and went to see Clay.

It didn't take much to find out from Half-sac what was going on, of course it helped that he had a broken heart. She didn't really mind what happened though, after all she knew the way of the bikers. But what pissed her off ultimately was when she asked why Clay had chosen the little one over somebody more his age, and the kid said it was payback for something he had done.

****Flashback****

"So what did you do?" She asked and Kip sighed.

"Wasn't really what I did but what I said." He looked out the window at nothing and went on. "You had come by the shop earlier that day. . ."

"I remember," she said and he went on.

"Well Clay heard me tell Juice you were a MILF."

After hearing nothing he didn't want to look but the silence worried him. "You really think that?" Gemma asked and he got worried because she was smiling.

"Kip," she called from the office. "I need you to run an errand for me."

He made an exasperated gesture but it was only for show to the other guys. "Okay Ms. Morrow," he said, he knew what her errands were and didn't have a problem with it.

"What can I do for you?" He asked a moment later while walking in the office drying his hands, he washed them of course.

"I need you to get this list of things and bring them to my house." He didn't get how she had said her house, or maybe he just wasn't listening, his eyes were focused on her cleavage.

He looked over the list then. "Um," he cleared his throat. "Sure thing Ms. Marlow."

He didn't see the slight smile on her face when he turned and walked out of the office as she added. "Oh and I've already told Clay so go on ahead."

He threw up his hand in acknowledgement and went for his locker.

Two hours later and Gemma was walking into the house, the sweet aroma of food hit her nose. "I'm home," she called out and voice she was expecting yelled.

"In the kitchen," and that is where she headed.

"Smells good," she said while rounding the corner.

She was handed a glass of wine as Half-Sack said with a smile. "A very fine vintage I bought a while back."

Gemma ran the glass under her nose and took a small sip to pass it over her tongue. "Where did you come across it?"

He smiled and did his best to imitate an Italian while saying. "It is of the Francis Coppola winery, the winemaker highly recommended it."

Gemma took another swallow of the red wine. "But how could you afford . . ."

A finger went to her lips. "It was easy," Half-Sack said in cutting her off. "I went by there to see an old army buddy I had gone to boot-camp with. He set me up with a couple of bottles at discount. It was really quite unexpected really but when presented with such a gift, I took it with no thought in the world, but one."

"What was that?"

Kip smiled. "To one day have the opportunity to share with a woman who would appreciate it."

Gemma set her glass down and smiled. "You do have a way of making a woman smile."

"Your meal will be ready in a few minutes," Kip said while turning back to the stove.

"You never did tell me where you learned to cook." Gemma was asking after they had finished the meal and Kip got up to get the dishes.

"It was a do or die situation really." He answered and went on. "My parents were alcoholics," Gemma nodded and said.

"I remember," and he went on.

"Well when it was time to eat mom was never around it seemed and neither was the old man, so. . ."

"Go figure, I know." Gemma said in finishing his sentence and then she got up and walked into the kitchen. "So that answers one question," she said before leaning back against the counter.

"But where did you lean so many of these exquisite dishes?" He asked, her hand finding its way to his chest. "Certainly that isn't the end of the story."

"No," he answered as her hand began to lightly run through the hair on his chest. "You can thank the army for that, I was a cook."

"You know I always wondered what it was you did in the army." Gemma said then. "But enough chit-chat just turn on the dish washer so we can take this to living room."

What started in the living room soon ended up in the bedroom as a nude Half-sack carried a carried a just as naked down the hall her glass of wine in hand. "One thing about it though," Gemma was saying an hour later completely exhausted and laying next to the young man. "You didn't learn your bedroom skills in the army."

"I won't answer that one." He said with a smile.