Nessa played with the small charm that hung from her neck, letting the thin silver chain fall back to its full length just below her breasts as the door to the clubhouse swung open and her mother walked in. It had been two months since she had moved back to Charming and she had been waiting to hear back from her mother about a job at the garage so she'd be able to have some spending money. Gemma pulled her sunglasses up on her head and smiled at Nessa, nodding her head toward the door.
"Good news, Baby Girl. That mechanic job's yours!"
Nessa sprung from her seat at the bar, beaming at her mother. "That's great! Thank you so much, Ma." They shared a short embrace before a voice called through the otherwise silent clubhouse.
"So, Ness is gonna get down and dirty with us boys then, huh?" Tig came from down the hall in his blue work shirt, a light smirk on his lips.
"You know it, Tigger." She stepped into his open arms and nestled her head into his chest, allowing him to plant a kiss on her forehead.
"You'll need someone to show you around the garage of course." Tig had a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"Of course," she echoed, smirking.
The large man puffed his chest, "Well then, baby, I'm your man." He boasted, slinging an arm around her and leading her out of the clubhouse. She smacked his arm playfully before sinking into his chest. He led her to the TM office, reached quickly into a desk drawer and pulled out a button-up blue shirt identical to the one he was wearing. Her smile widened and she ran to go change in her dorm. When she came back to the office, the shirt hung unbuttoned and underneath was a white wifebeater. Her dark jeans hung low on her hips, exposing a small strip of pale skin on her belly and the toes of her black riding boots under the frayed hems. Tig whistled as she walked up, her hair swinging in a high ponytail, and she blushed, spinning for him to get a better look at her.
"Jesus, girl" was all he could muster. She approached him and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, earning a hand on her hip and a large smile.
She winked and made her way over to another mechanic in the garage. Tig moaned as she walked away, watching her hips sway. He saw her lean over the open hood of an Impala and forced himself to think of anything other than how goddamn good her body looked bent over. He quickly buried himself in his work on Gemma's Cadillac to distract himself, trying not to think of how their Thursday evening would go if she kept looking like she did.
The next morning, Nessa woke up early to head out to the garage before anyone else. The bays were still closed, leaving only the harsh fluorescent light to brighten the concrete structure. The Impala had given her a good deal of trouble the day before and she was determined to fix as much as she could before they opened for the day. She heard the door from the clubhouse swing open and, assuming it was her mother getting an early start on paperwork, thought nothing of it until she felt rough hands sliding up her shirt.
"Ooh, definitely not my mother." She turned to see Chibs; a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"I'd sure hope not." He teased, and she plucked the cigarette from his mouth, leaning up to peck him on the lips. Before she could pull back, his arms came up to hold her in place, flush against his body. She smiled into the kisses, tugging lightly on his hair and walking him backward to the counter at the back of the shop. A grumble echoed through his chest and he lifted her from her thighs and turned to place her on the counter, spreading her legs so he could stand between them. His lips passed over the love bites he had left on her neck and slowly unbuttoned her work shirt, his fingers coming to a halt when he felt cold metal on her chest. A small Celtic knot hung from a long pendant around her neck. He twirled the charm around in his fingers, smiling up at her.
"I didn't know you still wore this." He mused.
"Of course I do," she returned his smile, "someone I love very much gave it to me."
Chibs smiled and grabbed the collar of her shirt, pulling her lips back to his. A hand slipped down to her denim clad lower half, and just as he moved to unzip her jeans, they heard the locks to the bays being undone from the outside.
"Shit," he mumbled, hurrying to straighten himself.
"Shit shit shit," Nessa echoed, hopping off the counter and turning to button her shirt as quickly as she could as Chibs made his way to the other side of the garage.
The first bay opened to let Jax through, who was beaming at the sight of his sister.
"Morning, sweetness," he hooked an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head, "Still can't believe you're back, and working here of all places!" he laughed and, upon releasing her, made his way to the office, where Gemma was waiting for him.
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