Disclaimer:I'm not even sure why I keep putting these at the beginning of each chapter.I honestly doubt anyone is sitting there thinking "Does this Llama own Sons of Anarchy or any of its characters?"Well just to be sure that there's no confusion, this Llama does not.Some other Llama maybe, just not this one.
Chibs held the spare helmet he'd managed to hunt down in a long forgotten closet at his house. The contents of which were now strewn haphazardly in a spare bedroom. He stood nervously waiting at Dorothy's door after having rang the doorbell. The door opened to reveal Dorothy dressed in skinny jeans and a form fitting pink plaid shirt and he did not have enough time to say a greeting before she grabbed his hand and dragged him excitedly towards his bike. She stopped abruptly and he bumped into the back of her. "I forgot something!" She exclaimed before releasing his hand and turning to face him. Raising up on her toes she planted a quick kiss to his lips. "Hello!"
She turned back to make her way to his bike when he reached out and snagged her hand and pulling her closer for another kiss more gentle and deliberate kiss. To his delight she snaked her arms around his neck and responded with a satisfied hum. "Hello." He said quietly. A bloom of crimson rose in her cheeks dotted by dimples as she smiled sheepishly. Remaining in their embrace Chibs asked "So where are you taking me?" He thought for a second and rephrased his statement. "I suppose I should ask, where am I taking us?"
"Get on the 99 and head north, then I'll tell you what turns to take." She plucked the helmet from his hands and set it on her head. "How do I look?"
"Absolutely stunning." He said as he fastened the straps for her.
"I've never ridden on one before." Dorothy said as she looked at his Glide. "What do I do?"
"Well." Chibs said as he straddled the bike and held out a hand. She delicately stretched a leg over the bike holding his hand for balance. "Put your feet right here… and your hands right here." He guided her hands to encircle his waist. "And hold on for dear life, because as you know I drive too fast." He leaned to the side and turned his head to see her. "Have to pay all these speeding fines to a pretty court clerk." She laughed and rested her head against his shoulder.
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She patted him on the right hip indicating for him to turn right. They pulled into a gravel parking lot. A large metal welded sign read 'Reclamation Park'.
"What is this place?" Chibs asked as he hung his helmet on his handlebar.
"Filip, it is a place…" she paused and handed over her own helmet before tossing her hair back into place "for a nice stroll with a handsome mechanic biker." She entwined her fingers with his and pulled him towards the walking path.
Dorothy looked back to see her date smiling widely at her happily going wherever she dragged him. They walked hand in hand down a path lined with flowers until Dorothy stopped their progress at the sight of a metal flamingo sculpture. Chibs leaned in closely viewing the work. He spied a rear break v-rotor, an x-ring chain, and various sprockets as parts of the sculpture welded together to compose the metal flamingo. "That's amazing."
Chibs looked up at Dorothy with astonishment in his eyes. "A local artist made this place. He reclaims old scrap metal from junkyards and makes sculptures." She beamed at him guiding him further down the path. "This is my favorite." She pointed at a sculpture a girl with springs for curls and holding out an actual daisy that was replaced daily as if handing it to those that wandered by.
"Reminds me of my girl." Chibs said more to himself than to Dorothy.
Dorothy squeezed his hand. "You have a daughter?"
"Aye, Kerrianne. She lives in Belfast with her ma… my ex-wife." Chibs found himself nearly stumbling over the term 'ex-wife'. They'd been apart for so long, but had until recently remained husband and wife in some way. "She has these long unruly corkscrew curls. She's shy, always letting them drop in front of her face."
Dorothy enjoyed the wistful look on his face as he thought of his little girl. "How old is she?"
"She's 16 now almost 17." Although, he had somewhat of a relationship with his daughter now, he wasn't ready to trudge up old memories just yet. "So you've never been married, right?" She shrugged in response. "How exactly does that happen? Beautiful woman like you? Figure there'd be a line of men on bended knee."
"Enzo and Enzo Jr. That's why I'm not married. With a father and brother of some infamy, let's say they tend to scare off any suitors. They always prided themselves on being intimidating." Dorothy shook her head, but a hint of a smile crossed her face as she remembered her father's more overt actions to scare off boyfriends and potential boyfriends.
Chibs nodded appreciatively. "I can understand that. My little girl may be five thousand miles away, but I have every intent of scaring off every man that comes near her."
His declaration made Dorothy laugh.
"I have spies there too, I'll know!" Chibs continued. "As soon as she hits 18, straight into the convent." He held his hands in a prayer position.
Dorothy shoved his shoulder. "You're awful." They shared a laugh before they continued there route through the park.
"Filip?" Dorothy said gaining his attention away from a massive rhinoceros sculpture made out of a huge propane tank. "I have something important to ask you."
Chibs felt a tingle of apprehension course through his veins at her statement. "Alright." He said in an unsure tone.
"Did you really beat up a guy in a donut shop?" A grin slid across her face.
He put a hand over his own chest, exuding all the indignation he could muster. "NO! Absolutely not, and I'm insulted by the accusation." Dorothy crossed her arms and raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "It was a bakery specializing in bagels." He walked backwards down the path, she raucously laughed and jogged to catch up with him retrieving his hand in hers and turning him to face forward again as they walked together.
"So what does a guy have to do to get beaten up in front of bagels?" Dorothy asked, making a show of looking around to see if anyone else was in earshot.
"Honestly, I wish I had, prick probably had it coming. It was more of an emphatic shove that lead to simple assault charges, that were dropped I'll have you know." Chibs said.
"Soooo…" Dorothy still wanted to know what sparked the bakery incident.
"There was a long line and this arsehole suit thinks he can jump the line." Chibs shrugged and looked for her reaction. "It'd been a long day and I lost my cool."
"You should have kicked his ass! That's not right!" Dorothy said with fervent honesty. "He's probably one of those jerks that says things like 'Do you know who I am?'".
Chibs stopped and looked at her in surprise. "He literally said that to me!"
Dorothy let out an exasperated groan. "Those types are the worst kind of people. He's probably the type of guy that parks in handicapped spots."
Chibs snickered at her assessment and added on. "He's the type of guy that talks too loudly on his phone in a restaurant, or has 50 items in the express checkout at the grocery store."
Tit for tat Dorothy added on. "He's the kind of guy that walks down the middle of the sidewalk too slowly and you can't get around him. Or the kind that gets on the elevator before everyone has a chance to get off."
"Doesn't use turn signals."
"Probably talks during movies."
They walked along, laughing in near hysterics. Bonding over their new arch nemesis. The 'suit' from the bakery.
Dorothy stopped to wipe tears of mirth from her eyes and Chibs laughs tapered off and he sighed contentedly saying "I really like you, Dorothy. It just feels good to be around you." He pulled her into an embrace, looking into her eyes.
She blushed and brushed his lips with hers. "It's strange isn't it? From the moment I met you it was just easy to talk to you. There's something about you Filip Telford. I can't put my finger on it."
"Go ahead, put your finger on it. I'll let you touch whatever you want." Chibs joked squeezing her tightly.
Dorothy released an unflattering raspberry huff of a laugh and buried her head in his chest.
Chibs rocked them back and forth and challenged her. "Touch it Dorothy. Do it. I dare you."
"Pervert" She accused, yet her arms remained draped around his neck, one hand moving to pull him closer to her for a kiss.
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They'd made their way through the park and two hours later found themselves back at Dorothy's house enjoying some sandwiches that they'd picked up on the way back. Hunger having won out over the desire to stroll yet another lap around the park.
"Did you like the park?" Dorothy asked.
"It was absolutely brilliant." He responded as he helped her bring their plates and glasses to the sink. "I loved it, Dorothy."
There was something about the way he said her name with his Scottish burr that sent a chill down her spine. He set down his plate and glass and trapped her against the counter, his hands settled on either side of her.
She wriggled in the confined space turning around to face him. "I'm glad you liked it."
"Doesn't matter where we go, as long as it is with you." Chibs said as he watched her slowly lick her lips. He leaned in desperate for the feel of her velvety smooth lips against his own.
Their lips connected and an electric bolt shot from his head to his feet. There was something about this kiss that was more urgent than all the others they had shared. He pressed his body against hers, she responded her hands running through his hair and down his back. His own hands ventured to lift the hem of her shirt. His calloused fingers brushed the soft skin on her hips. He pressed into her, his need to feel her more fully becoming more urgent. She slid her hands down his back and snaked under his shirt her hands connecting with hot skin.
He yelped against her lips. She pulled back a look of concern on her face.
Chibs laughed and pressed into her. "Why are your hands so bloody cold?"
"I don't know!" She said, absolutely mortified. "Did I ruin the mood?"
"Nope!" Chibs declared before assaulting her neck with a peppering of kisses.
Dorothy squealed, pulling her head closely to her neck as a result of the ticklish yet tantalizing sensation of his lips and beard on her. Feeling more bold, she let her hands roam his body hoping that he would reciprocate. Slowly his hand slid to the button of her pants and deftly flicked it open. Dorothy slightly stiffened and quietly said. "Please, be gentle, it's been a while."
Chibs stilled his hands, his face remained buried in the crook of her neck. "I swear I'll be gentle. You won't feel a thing."
Dorothy couldn't hold back the laughter that erupted from her.
Chibs leaned back, holding her hips, looking skyward. "Can we go back 5 seconds? That didn't come out right."
"Alright, Don Juan, take me to bed." Dorothy said.
"Yeah?" Chibs questioned, his voice tinged with hopefulness.
"Yeah." She responded pulling him in for another passionate kiss. That kiss was cut short as the phone in his pocket began to trill loudly. "You have to answer that don't you?" He stilled their movements and took a step back. Her body felt cool at the sudden loss of his body heat.
He huffed out a frustrated breath. "I do."
"I'm going to assume it has to do with those 'odd jobs' you do here and there." From the day they'd first talked about it she knew very well what he meant by 'odd jobs'. It was the same term her own father used for illegal activity.
"Aye. I'm sorry, I have to…."
He didn't even finish the sentence when she gently kissed his cheek and said "It's alright, Filip. I understand."
She excused herself from her own kitchen to give her some privacy and he watched her in awe as she walked away. Chibs was struck with the stunned realization that she did truly 'understand'.
Jax's voice on the other end of the line let him know that he was needed in Church, they needed to discuss 'Opie's Wedding Plans'. Meaning that they needed to discuss what would transpire with the Russians during Opie's upcoming wedding.
They made plans to see each other at lunch the following day as she walked him back to his bike. "Duty calls." She said with a slightly saddened look.
"We'll pick up where we left off, yeah?" Chibs said optimistically.
Dorothy gave him a knee buckling kiss before saying "If you're lucky" and quickly turning on her heel and walking away.
Chibs' eyes were affixed to her firm ass as she marched back to her front door until his attention was diverted by the familiar sound of a not so distant Harley firing to life and thundering down the street.
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Arriving at the clubhouse he pulled his phone from his pocket and dropped it into the cigar box on the pool table. Chibs held back a moment, letting Piney and Opie pass him on their way into the Chapel. When Juice approached Chibs threw his arm around his shoulders. "Care to share why you're following me, brother?"
Author's Note:Hi Khyharah!*waves*.Thanks for coming back for another story and reviewing, you're the best!Smooches!