Aubree woke with a start, startled by the incessant buzzing of her phone. "Hello?" she asked groggily, answering.

"Did I wake ye, lass?"

A small smile crept up her lips at the sound of the familiar Scottish accent on the other end of the line. "Yeah… what time is it, anyway?" she asked.

"Sorry, didn't meantae wake ye."

"It's fine… anything I can help you with?" Aubree asked, smirking as she scooted herself into an upright position.

Two days after she'd given Chibs her number, he'd called her. And he hadn't stopped calling, since. She'd been meeting up with him several times a week, indulging in mind-blowing sex.

"I just got home…" he trailed off.

Aubree got out of bed, phone still held to her ear. To her annoyance, Chibs tended to beat around the bush when it came to these hookups. While it was refreshing to have someone bother with putting up the facade that he wanted her company for more than sex, she couldn't help but long for the simplicity of the text message booty call. So much easier.

"I can be at the clubhouse in ten," she offered, beginning to dig through her closet for a dress to throw on.

"I'm at home, love. As in, my house."

Aubree paused, taken aback. "You want me to come to your house?" she asked, surprised.

"Is that a problem?"

"No. No. Just text me the address. I'll get dressed and head out."

Fifteen minutes later, Aubree found herself standing outside of Chibs' home. It was a modest house, a two story colonial, on a quiet street. His Dyna was parked in the driveway. She lit a cigarette, electing to text him that she was there rather than ring the doorbell. A few minutes later, he joined her outside, a cigarette in hand. "You could have knocked, you know," he noted, laughing.

"It's late. Didn't want to disturb your neighbors or anything," she offered, exhaling a plume of smoke. She took another drag, shivering involuntarily. In her rush, she'd forgotten to grab a jacket.

"Come on in, lass," Chibs noted, heading towards the door.

Aubree followed, locking the door behind her. To her surprise, the house was relatively tidy, albeit sparsely decorated. It was apparent a bachelor lived here.

"So this is where you live?" she asked, following him into the kitchen.

"You sound surprised."

"I just always imagined you, I don't know, living at the club or something. Are you even home, much?"

Chibs shrugged. "I've been in the states well over a decade, lass. Figured I may as well have a place to get away from all that if I want."

"It's cleaner than I expected," she observed.

"I'm too bloody old to live in squalor, lass," he replied, shrugging.

"It's nice. I like it," she told him, smiling lightly.

"You want somethin' to drink?"

She glanced at the clock on the oven, considering. It was 2:40.

"I'm alright… why don't you show me your bedroom?" she asked, getting right to the point.

Chibs raised an eyebrow, saying nothing.

"I mean… you've been away on a run the past few days… I'm sure you wouldn't be opposed to blowing off some steam… would you?" she asked, grinning.

"Aye, you're right," he agreed. Nodding, he led her upstairs, to his bedroom.

"I hope your bed is more comfortable than the one at the club," she noted, ripping her dress off and tossing it to the floor.

"Oh, it is," Chibs assured her, arms snaking around her waist.

"Missed you, lass," he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck.

Aubree bit her lip, leaning into his embrace. "Yeah?" she asked, reaching back to grab a fistful of his hair.

He groaned pleasurably, hands roaming freely up and down her form. "I want you to fuck me," she told him, bending over the edge of the mattress, offering him an outstanding view of her ass. "Show me how much you missed me."

"With pleasure."

Aubree woke with a gasp, acutely aware that there was an arm thrown loosely around her waist. She squinted, struggling to read the time on the digital clock sitting on Chibs' dresser. 4:30am. Fuck, I should go. As carefully as she could manage, she moved Chibs' arm off of her. As she made to slide out of bed, she felt a hand gripping her upper arm.

"Stay," Chibs mumbled ,his voice heavy with sleep.

"Why?" Aubree asked, dumbfounded.

"I wan' you to. You ne'r stay the night. Jus' stay."

Aubree bit her lips, eyes darting nervously from Chibs to the door. "Okay," she acceded, climbing back into bed.

"Good girl," he told her, arms slinking around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

Aubree lay there, pulse beating erratically, unnerved by this turn of events. She listened as Chibs' breathing steadied, the gentle rise and fall of his chest soothing to her as he continued to hold her close to him, even in his sleep. What am I doing here? I'm not… I'm not looking for something like this.

She had tried her damnedest to keep a lid on whatever feelings she was beginning to develop about the man lying beside her, and he was not following the agreed upon rules she'd set in her head. This was supposed to be about sex. About mutual pleasure. Not… whatever the fuck this is.

"Aubree."

Aubree glanced up from the book she was reading, catching sight of Opie's girl, Lyla, standing in her doorway. "What's up?" she asked, glancing back down to her book.

"Just thought I'd see how you're settling in," Lyla replied, entering the room, taking a seat in the chair at the dressing table.

"I've been here almost two months, Lyla. I'd say I'm pretty settled," Aubree retorted, shrugging.

"What are you doing tonight?" Lyla asked, appearing nervous.

"Nothing, why?"

Lyla sighed. "I… I'm going out to have drinks with Jax's old lady. Ope says I need to be nice, try and make friends with her. I didn't make the best first impression on her, I guess. And since she's the VP's old lady, it's important that I get along with her. You know how it is, hierarchy and all," Lyla elaborated, frowning.

"And you're telling me this because…"

"You're smart. I have nothing in common with Tara, Aubree. She's a fuckin' doctor. She thinks I'm stupid white trash. I thought maybe if you came too…" she trailed off.

"I don't know if you realize this, Lyla, but I'm a porn star, too. Why don't you bring Ima-"

"Ima slept with Jax. Tara hates her. Come on, Aubree, please? We'll have a good time, I swear."

"Is there really even anywhere to go out in Charming for drinks?"

"I figured we could just go to the clubhouse."

Aubree nodded. "I'm not an old lady, though. Wouldn't it be weird for me to just be… I don't know, hanging around there? I'm not a crow eater or sweetbutt."

Lyla smiled at her, giving her a knowing look.

"What?"

"Well, you're seeing Chibs, aren't you?" she asked.

Aubree remained silent, considering how to respond.

"Ope says he's seen you leaving the clubhouse around 4am a bunch of times."

"Oh for fuck's sake," Aubree swore, rolling her eyes. "So I'm fucking him. It's just sex. I'm sure he's fucking plenty of other snatch, too."

Lyla frowned, a single eyebrow raised. "I haven't seen him with anyone else since you've been around."

"I find that hard to believe," Aubree snorted, shaking her head.

"He likes you. Is that really so hard to believe?" she asked.

"Can we not talk about this?" Aubree asked, frowning.

Lyla observed her, taking note of the agitation visible by the clenching of her jaw. She sighed, shaking her head.

"So I'll meet you at the clubhouse around 8?" she asked, smiling hopefully.

"Yeah, sure, fine," Aubree agreed, nodding. "I need to be on set in fifteen. Blocking a shoot for tomorrow."

"Okay," Lila said agreeably, rising to her feet. "I'll see you tonight. Thank you for agreeing to help me out with this."

True to her word, Aubree arrived at the clubhouse, prepared to endure what she assumed would be an awkward couple of hours. She glanced around the parking lot; to her surprise, the lot was relatively empty. The boys must be out on a run. She sighed, tossing her hair up into a messy knot atop her head. She'd been tired after a long day on set, and had elected to dress down in a pair of leggings and a tank top, an old battered leather bomber jacket and black flats completing her ensemble. Taking a breath for courage, she entered the clubhouse, immediately catching sight of Lyla and Tara at the bar, a prospect serving them drinks. With practiced poise, she strode toward the pair, taking a seat beside Lyla. "Hey," she offered, as way of greeting, nodding at the blonde and brunette.

"Hey Aub," Lyla replied, offering her a grateful smile. "Thanks for joining us." "This is Aubree, she works with me at Cara Cara," Lyla offered, addressing Tara. "Aub, this is Tara, Jax's old lady."

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Knowles," Aubree replied, offering Tara her hand and the winning smile that had helped her swayed juries back in her old life.

"How'd you know I'm a doctor?" she asked, taken aback, but grinning all the same.

Aubree shrugged. "I like to read up on people a little before I meet them. An old habit from my prior line of work."

"Aubree's a lawyer," Lyla chimed in.

"Well, I used to be," Aubree retorted, sighing heavily. "Hey Sack, you wanna get me a drink?" she called out, getting the prospect's attention.

"Where'd you go to school, Aubree?" Tara asked, sounding surprisingly intrigued.

"Did undergrad and law school at Berkeley," Aubree replied.

"Wow. That's impressive," Tara told her, smiling. "I got wait-listed at Berkeley."

"Where'd you to school? I think I remembering Jax saying you were in Chicago for a while."

"I went to med school out there, but I did undergrad at UC San Diego. It was nice down there. Southern California is beautiful."

"I liked going to San Diego when I was living down there. Much nicer than the concrete jungle that is LA."

The three women watched as the boys entered the building, nodding in acknowledgment. Opie and Jax approached the three, giving their respective partners with kisses.

"Nice to see you girls spending time together," Jax noted, nodding approvingly.

"Aubree is smart. You'll like her, Tar."

Aubree smiled politely, her gaze wandering the room in search of a familiar face. There he is. Across the room, Chibs was seated in a small booth with Juice and Bobby, a glass of scotch in hand. She watched him watching her, slowly reaching for her drink. She drained the contents, feeling the heat of his gaze fixed on her. She slammed the glass down, grinning triumphantly. "Another one, Sack? Thanks."

"Did Lyla sucker you into coming out here?" Tara asked her, drawing her attention away from the Scot.

She shrugged. "Nah. I'm glad she asked me to come, honestly. I need to get out of my head some. Socialization is probably exactly what I need," she retorted, offering Lyla, who'd remained relatively quiet since she'd arrived, a grateful smile.

"I thought you two would get on well, being so smart and all," she replied shyly, shrugging. She rose to her feet, grabbing her purse. "You two won't mind if I go see Ope for a second, would you?"

The two shook their heads, watching as she scuttled off toward her man.

"Is it weird, being a part of all this?" Aubree asked, gesturing around them.

Tara shrugged. "Club life is all Jax has ever known. I couldn't ask him to give it up for me."

"You know what I mean. The doctor and MC vice president? Isn't it weird?"

Tara sighed. "It's… different, that's for sure. People around here don't quite know what to make of us, the doctor and the outlaw."

Aubree nodded in understanding. "Yeah. I've been there," she confided, taking a sip of her drink.

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's weird, like you're living a double life. Upstanding citizen by day, bad girl by night. It was great, until it wasn't, anymore."

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"You seem like a bright girl. Fuck, you're a lawyer. Why would you give that up to be in porn?"

"Do you think I went back to Cara Cara by choice?" Aubree asked dryly, motioning for Sack to bring her another drink.

"Well, you said you used to be a lawyer, so I assumed-"

"Yeah. I used to be because I'm not anymore."

"What happened?"

"That double life of mine came crumbling down on me," she muttered bitterly, blinking rapidly, to quell the tears that were forming in her eyes.

Tara observed her silently, a troubled expression on her face.

"Turns out, tampering evidence for your dealer boyfriend will get you disbarred," Aubree continued, shaking her head.

"Shit," Tara replied, frowning. "I'm so sorry."

Aubree shook her head, rubbing her eyes furiously. She was way too sober to be having this conversation.

"Yeah, so am I."

She reached for the drink in front of her, taking a deep sip. To her relief, Lyla returned, eyeing the two worriedly. "Everything okay?" she asked, concerned with the somber tone that had settled at their corner of the bar.

"Yeah, just sharing my tragic backstory with the good doctor, here," Aubree laughed, gripping her glass tighter.

"You go and get a little lovin' from your man, Ly?" she asked, attempting to redirect the conversation to something less depressing.

Lyla laughed, motioning for the prospect to refresh her drink. "Maybe," she smirked, taking a sip from her freshened glass.

Tara smirked, shaking her head. "Nothing like a quick fuck in the bathroom of the clubhouse, eh, Lyla?" she asked.

"Really?" Aubree asked, taken aback by Tara's statement. "You've done that?"

Tara nodded coolly. "Sometimes you have to make a point," she noted, taking a sip of her own drink. "Make it clear to the crow eaters and whoever else skulking around that your man is spoken for."

Lyla nodded in agreement. "You've got to mark your territory around here," she added.

Aubree nodded, distracted by the trio of crow eaters that she saw approaching Chibs and Juice. Her jaw clenched, involunentarily. She reached for her drink, taking another sip and slamming it down.

She half-listened to Tara and Lyla's conversation about club life, going on about some family dinner that Gemma would be hosting in two weeks, continuing to watch the scene unfolding across the bar. She finished her drink, lips pressed tightly together as she observed a particularly skanky looking crow eater leaning close into Chibs, throwing an arm over his shoulders as she whispered something in his ear. Eyes narrowed to slits, she waved Half Sack over, asking for another drink, a double.

"If looks could kill," she heard Lyla stage whisper, giggling.

Aubree gripped her glass tighter, willing herself to exude a calmness she didn't feel. It's not a big deal. You knew he was bound to be fucking other girls. Why wouldn't he? Free pussy is free pussy.

"So," Tara started, grinning at her, "you and Chibs?"

Aubree licked her lips, nodding in agreement, seeing no point in denial at this point. "Yeah. We've been screwing around, some."

She turned her gaze back to Chibs, who appeared to be ignoring the girl, carrying on a conversation with Juice and Bobby, glass of scotch in hand. He glanced in her direction at the bar, an eyebrow raised, silently questioning her. She stared back, mimicking his facial expression, raising her glass to her lips, draining the glass once more. "Another one, Sack. Please," she said politely, offering the boy her signature syrupy-sweet smile.

"Maybe you should go mark your territory," Tara said lowly, nodding toward him.

"It's not like that. We're just… fucking," Aubree shrugged, running her fingers her hair, a nervous tic she'd never quite gotten rid of.

"Uh-huh," Tara retorted, sarcastically.

"He's not looking for anything more from me than what I'm giving," she continued, watching as the crow eater made another oblivious pass at him. Fuck that cunt, she thought to herself, her pulse quickening in anger.

She frowned as Tara and Lyla exchanged disbelieving looks. "Is it so hard to believe that I'm not looking for anything more than a good hard fuck?"

"If that were the case, honey, you wouldn't be all wound up, watching him over there with those girls," Lyla said gently, offering her a sympathetic smile.

She rolled her eyes. "So maybe I'm a tad posessive of my playthings," she conceded, frowning.

Lyla grinned, exchanging a victorious look with Tara. "Sure, sure, whatever you say, darlin'. He's your plaything. Like Tara said, you've got to make it clear that he's spoken for."

Aubree nodded, relenting. "You really think I should?"

"I think he'll like it," Lyla replied, smirking.

Aubree rolled her eyes. "That's hardly the point, Ly."

Still, she rose to her feet, drink in hand. She chugged it down, slamming the glass down loudly. Liquid courage, she told herself, looking from Lyla to Tara expectantly.

Go, the pair whispered, grinning wildly.

Aubree rolled her eyes, forcing down the pang of nervousness that had begun to stir in her stomach. You can do this. Head held high, she strode slowly toward the table Chibs was seated at, lips curled into a half-smirk, not caring that she'd drawn the attention of several club members in the room.

"Hey," she greeted the occupants of the table, nodding at Bobby and Juice before turning her attention to Chibs. Palms splayed on the table, she leaned forward, giving him a view of her braless 32B's, knowing full-well that her pierced nipples were on display. "Got a minute?" she asked coolly, right eyebrow raised, to punctuate her question.

She smirked, catching sight of Bobby and Juice exchanging pointed looks from the corner of her eye.

"Aye, of course," Chibs agreed, nodding.

"It'll just take a sec," she told the furious looking crow eater beside him, shooting her an icy glare.

Chibs rose to his feet, shoving the crow eater out of his way to slide out of the booth. Aubree grabbed his abandoned glass, taking a sip. "Thanks," she said sweetly, handing him it back.

"What's on your mind, lass?" he asked, eyeing her curiously as she casually draped her arms around his neck, instinctively putting his own around her waist.

"Just wondering when you were planning on coming round to say hello… Leaving a girl waiting at the bar, like that… could give her a complex, dontcha think?" she asked coyly, licking a long stripe down his neck.

She felt Chibs exhale sharply, hands gripping tighter at her waist. "Ah. Is that why you were starin' me down from across the bar?"

"I'm not used to not getting my way, Chibby," she retorted, leaning closer into him. "And I think you enjoy giving me my way… don't you?"

"Aye," he agreed, nodding. "You're somethae else, lass."

She pulled him closer, hungrily kissing him, teeth clinging to his lower lip. She grinned as she caught sight of the blonde crow eater watching them, positively seething with rage. Good. Fuck her.

She drew away, licking her lips. "Guess I should get back to the girls… when you're ready, come find me, okay?" she asked, smirking.

"Aye," he agreed.

She grabbed his hand, tugging him back towards the table, where Juice and Bobby remained. "Thanks," she grinned, shooting Chibs an appreciative look, "I'll leave you boys to it, then," she offered the blonde another cold look before slinking away, back to the bar.

"You happy now?" she asked, taking a seat beside Lyla, motioning for the prospect to bring her another drink.

"That was… something else," Lyla replied, shaking her head in bemusement.

"Yeah… you definitely got your point across, if those glares are any indication," Tara agreed, nodding towards the crow eaters seated with Chibs.

Aubree smirked, vindicated. "I suppose you two were right. You have to mark your territory."