For HaylsValo, I know it's not what you asked for but it's something. Mostly it's a little cute, a little gross, a little smutty and it ends on a fluffy note. This is set post Ye Wayward Sons so if you haven't finished it yet, spoiler alert.
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"Jeysus Christ!" Chibs catches the first of the falling boxes before it can come down on his head. "Tigger, did you ever think to mention we'd have to battle our way into the fuckin place."
"Don't be a pussy." Tig shoves past the Scot and into the foyer of the small apartment. "It's perfect, we just need to clean up the shit and maybe bleach that blood off the wall and it'll be exactly what the girl needs." The Sergeant at Arms looks pretty sure of himself but Chibs can already see Leila's disapproving stare. He glances back at the girl, currently helping Bobby and Gemma unload boxes from the back of the borrowed truck. They'd just returned from a three-day trip to Salt Lake and they'd come straight to the apartment to start unpacking.
The trip had been rough on everybody and Chibs is worried about his girl after the destruction of her friendship with Mark. He'd tried to be sympathetic on the ride back until Tig let it slip that he'd caught Leila fucking the little runt and then he'd given up. Chibs wasn't going to waste his time feeling sorry for the loss of a man who'd seen his girl naked. If Leila would share the information the Scot would be more than happy to compile a list of her old lovers and track them down one by one but she's tight lipped when it comes to such things. Maybe Tig will share.
"How's it look?" Leila's chipper voice sounds from his side and Chibs turns his body to hide the foyer from her view. She gives him a suspicious glare, "that bad huh? Tig's always been disgusting at home. Wouldn't know it from his fucking dorm. Alright, let's get it clean then." She's already heading back to the truck for the basket of cleaning supplies Gemma had insisted they bring.
"You're gonna want to call the prospect. That blood's not coming off without some serious effort and I'd rather not get sweaty." Chibs glares at the killer, "What? Juice doesn't get his top rocker for three more days, might as well get some use out of him in the meantime." The Scot can't fault that logic and he pulls out his phone.
The mowhawked prospect arrives twenty minutes later with Jax and Op in tow. They spend the interim unloading the heavier pieces of furniture from the truck and setting them out in the parking lot. Chibs had been amazed at the amount of stuff Leila had in her place in Salt Lake, most of it had been thrift store crap, and therefore easier to replace than move but she'd had a few pieces she was unwilling to part with.
"Did someone call for the cleanup crew?" Juice is hyper as he bounces up to them holding a giant bottle of bleach.
"Are you fucking kidding me Tig?" Leila's voice is a groan as she eyes the bleach. "Did you kill someone in there?"
"Of course not!" Tig sounds indignant, "I'd never let you move into a murder scene kitten. It's just a residual blood, we'll take care of it." Chibs shares a disbelieving glance with Jax and chuckles.
"It's not funny glasgow." Leila slides an arm around his waist and presses her head into his shoulder. He glances down at her blonde and pink head, he'd been surprised by the sudden change but Gemma's reaction made it clear that he best get used to a revolving door of hair color. Seems a new color every month was a possibility. He's not really a fan of the blonde but it had inspired a few porn star fantasies in Leila so he wasn't going to complain.
"Why don't yeh and Gemma go pick up pizza and beer to feed the lads. We'll take care of the really dirty work while yeh're gone." The look she gives him clearly says she's better than fetching food but she takes the fifty he digs out of his wallet anyways. "Get good beer lass, not this American piss."
"Don't be such a downer on the PBR." Jax yells from the back of the truck and Chibs raises two finger at the snarky lad. Leila just lets out a giggle and lunges up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek.
"I don't want to see any blood when I get back." He's aroused the moment she bounces back down to her feet, shoving the large bill into her bra. "I'll bring good beer." Chibs watches as she and Gemma settle into the Chevelle and Leila peels out of the lot. That's his girl; she can't help but show off her cage. He'll admit as far as cars go hers is one he's not embarrassed to be seen in.
"So how bad is it?" Opie is looking towards the shaded front door of the apartment.
"It's bad brother. Let's get to it before the pussy gets back." Bobby answers for him and Chibs follows the two men towards the entrance. Juice is already inside, diluted bleach in a bucket, gloves on, scrubbing at an old bloodstain on a far wall. Tig's pulling boxes down from stacks and haphazardly ripping them open to see what's inside.
"Found my porn collection." The killer sounds far too excited about the discovery and Chibs decides he doesn't want to know.
"Divide and conquer?" Jax suggests his eyes scanning the mess of shit they'll have to move out before they can really start cleaning up.
"Aye, let's do it lads."
They work hard for the next hour. It takes a bit of arguing but they eventually settle into a bit of an assembly line. Tig and Bobby passing boxes to the rest of them and then out the door. They're slowly building a pile Tig's belongings on one side of the moving truck. Chibs knows the Sergeant at Arms has an empty storage unit waiting on the other side of town. The main living room empties easily, never having had any furniture and it's not long before they're starting on the single large bedroom.
The bedroom is not as packed with boxes as the main room, probably because it's the only room of the home that got regular use. There's more blood on the sheets though and Chibs is quick to notice the handcuffs attached to the bed's headboard. It's the bedroom closet that's the most shocking though. Chibs stares at the childlike drawings on the walls for a long moment trying to figure out where they could have come from. Stepping completely into the small space he pushes the door shut and kneels down to get a closer look at a set of hand prints painted near the floor. Three small sets in different shades of pink and purple surround a larger set done in green. Chibs traces his finger over the painted names.
"Scotty, where'd you go." Tig shoves the door open as he talks and the edge of wood connects solidly with Chibs' temple.
"Fuck" The Scot clutches his face and falls back on his ass staring up at the other man. "Be more careful yeh bastard."
"Sorry brother, didn't know you were back there, what'd you find?" Tig is on his knees next to him and Chibs watches his eyes widen as he takes in the handprints. "Damn, I forgot these were back here. My girls." The Sergeant at Arms sounds anything but surprised by the children's painting but Chibs doesn't comment on the lie. "Those are Leila's and Fawn's and these little ones are Dawnie."
"Yeh've had this place a while then?" Chibs rubs at his forehead trying to figure out if he'll have a bruise.
"Yea, had this place since Leila was four I think. Lived in it full time when her mom was alive then I moved into their place so Leila could have her own room. These must be from years ago, before Stella moved the girls south." Tig reaches out and fits his palm into the green print of his hand for a moment before pulling himself to his feet. "I'll have to show kitten, she'll like that."
"Nah let her find it." Chibs has no doubt Leila will paint over the handprints as soon as she finds them. She's been jumpy lately and overly eager to put the past behind her. The Scot wants to make sure this bit of Trager family history gets a fair chance at survival.
"Good plan." Tig holds out a hand to help him up. "None of the guys will help me move the mattress but we've got all the boxes so the other boys have moved to kitchen." Chibs nods, he doesn't plan on touching the bed either, those handcuffs looked a bit too used in his opinion.
He leaves Tig to it and heads for the small open kitchen. With the rest of the place clear of junk he can finally see the layout of the small apartment and he has to admit Tig had chosen well. The main room is one large open space leading from the foyer and into the kitchen. There's a bar at the kitchen that could seat three on barstools and a small space off to the side where a small table would fit. Just to the right of the table space is an open doorway that leads into a long sunroom. Chibs hooks his head around the door for a moment and takes in the floor to ceiling greenhouse style windows running the length of the room. Leila would be excited none of them were broken, she'd talked about her plans for the space for half the trip back from Salt Lake.
"We brought good beer!" Leila's voice rings out from the front door and Chibs turns just in time to catch sight of her holding up a twelve pack of canned Guinness triumphantly. He can't help his smile.
"And food, come get it." Gemma is right beside his girl balancing at least six cardboard boxes on her hip. Chibs starts towards the girls and he gets there in time to take the beer from Leila even as Gemma is relinquishing the pizzas to Bobby.
"Veggie?" The Elvis impersonator asks.
"On the bottom. There's two more cases of PBR out in the trunk if you boys would be so kind." Chibs presses a kiss to Leila's upturned lips. "I got the good beer for you outlaw." Her voice is soft against his mouth and he suddenly wishes he was alone with her.
"Good lass."
"How's cleanup duty? Did you get all the blood up Prospect?" Gemma is pulling paper plates out of another bag and Chibs watches as Op and Jax disappear towards the Chevelle for the rest of the beer.
"You bet mama, bleach works wonders on all of Tig's dirty deeds." Juice is already digging into the top pizza.
"He should drink some." Leila's voice is light but she looks annoyed as she grabs a slice of Bobby's veggie. "This place is gross." They've set up the pizza on the kitchen bar but Leila's eyes are focused on the sink, which is black with mold. "Has anyone even tried the water?"
"Don't be such a bitch. I can take this place back in a minute." Tig appears in the doorway of the bedroom, both pairs of handcuffs dangling from one hand. "Couldn't find the keys, had to break the bed." Gemma snorts into her hand and Chibs cracks a beer. It's going to be a long afternoon.
"Beer?" The lads are back from the car and Op shoves a beer into Tig's hand before the killer can get too riled up.
"So Leila, what amazing ideas do you have for the place?" Bobby is leaning back on the floor and he looks surprisingly interested in the answer.
"I want the sunroom as a studio, but the rest I'm just going to have fun with I think this room should be yellow. Although I think that half wall is begging for a mural." Leila's glancing around the place with a far away look on her face and although their relationship is still new Chibs knows that's look. It's the same look she'd gotten in her eyes last week right before she'd started sketching a new tat with oil pencil on his left bicep. He settles himself on the floor next to her and slides an arm around her shoulders.
"Yeh gonna paint the place before or after we get all the shit in?" He doesn't want to move everything twice.
"After, I figure we can just dump it in the middle of the room for now. We'll need to set up the bedroom though." She shoots a knowing glance at Tig, "You better clean out that bathroom daddy, I'm not touching it."
"I got this kid. You guys just stay out here and take care of the kitchen." Chibs feels her weight settle against his side and she pops the top on his beer, stealing a sip.
The pizza goes fast and it's not long before Chibs is pulled off the floor and dragged out to the front to start actually bringing things inside. He and Op have just started to lift the old red couch when the scream echoes from inside. He reacts on instinct dropping his end of the couch he ignores Op's frustrated grunt as he heads for the door. He almost runs into Tig leaving the bedroom as he barrels into the main room. There's a clear view into the kitchen over the bar and Chibs takes in a green looking Bobby holding up something in his gloved hand, blood so old it's almost black dripping on to Formica counter top.
"Is that?" Jax looks utterly disgusted.
"That's a finger." It's Gemma who answers and it seems to be the last straw for Leila as she bends over and the Scot can hear her retching behind the counter. Tig pushes past him and the killer is on his knees next to his daughter. Chibs can just hear him trying to explain.
"It's okay kitten, I swear I didn't kill him here. I just got back drunk and I found the finger in my pocket you know. Thought the garbage disposal would take care of it." This seems to be the exact wrong thing to say as Leila gags again and pulls away from her father's attempt at comfort.
"That's disgusting brother." Bobby looks un-amused and Chibs has to agree with him.
"Right," Leila seems to have partially recovered and she's sipping from a bottle of water. "You," she points at Bobby, "go bury that thing or some shit. You," she stares Tig down, "go call a plumber, you're having it all redone." Tig is already nodding; phone in hand.
"Club friendly Tig," Gemma yells out her warning before rubbing a soothing hand over Leila's back. "Don't worry baby girl, I think he's being honest about not killing the guy here." Leila just nods.
"I'm gonna go work on the sunroom." He watches as she pulls away from Gemma and heads into the other room, still looking a bit peaky. Chibs waits until the room has settled back into a state of calm; Gemma goes back to cleaning out cabinets, Bobby is tightening screws and Jax, Op, and Juice drift back outside to continue carrying things in, then he slips into the other room.
Leila is leaning against the furthest window, her forehead pressed against the dusty glass, arms wrapped tight around her small body. Without the insulation of real walls the sunroom is cold and Chibs doesn't miss the way she's got her fingers curled to keep them warm. He takes quiet steps across the room not wanting her to startle until he's able to slide his arms around her. She goes stiff for a moment and then relaxes back into his chest and he buries his face in her neck, she smells like dust and pizza and he has to push her thin scarf out of the way to press a kiss below her ear.
"I'm not sure I can do this." He groans into her throat and pushes away immediately annoyed. This will be the fifth talk of this kind they've had in three weeks and Chibs is getting fed up with the indecision.
"If yeh don't stop this shite I'm going to ask Tigger to leave those handcuffs behind. I think I know what to use them for." She spins at the threat and he instantly feels like shit when he sees the tears in her eyes.
"A human finger in the sink Chibs, that's not normal." Her voice rises and he steps in close again to keep her quiet, they don't need anyone else getting in the middle of this fight, especially Tig. The Scot has no doubt if the killer knew his baby was having second thoughts he'd be right there to drive them deeper.
"Where would yeh go lass, yeh can't go back to Salt Lake, Mark made that clear." This is the wrong thing to say as a fresh wave of water leaks down her face.
"I know I know, but I'm not sure I can come back to all this blood and conflict." She presses her face into his shoulder and he knows he's got her; he wraps his arms around her small frame.
"There's no conflict, all that's over now and that was old blood. We've got it taken care of. Yeh can pretend it never happened." He presses a kiss to the top of her head. "Just think pet, yeh'll have yer own place and it's bigger than the one in Utah. I'll be here, to yeh know, service yer needs. It's gonna be a good life." She snorts into his kutte.
"Service my needs?" When she pulls back to talk her eyes are dancing in amusement and he feels pride spread through his chest. He'd made her happy. "So do you plan to make sure my car gets regular oil changes or something?" There's a teasing note to her voice and he's very aware that they're alone. He throws a glance over his shoulder towards the doorway, if he's sill he can just hear voices from the kitchen.
"Something like that lass, humor me would yeh." There's a stack of boxes just at the end of the room and Chibs tugs her behind them. There's a conspiratorial grin on her face as she follows him without protest.
"You wouldn't be planning something inappropriate? Her fingers are tugging at his belt even as she's talking and he muffles his laugh in the tail of her scarf. He'd intended to push her against the solid wall of the building and have his way but before he can fully form the plan her fingers are down the front of his jeans and he watches, stunned as she sinks to her knees.
He doesn't complain, tangling his hands in her messy curls, he leans back against the side of the porch while she pulls him free of pants and shorts. He glances down when she strokes a hand down his length and he's only half hard but she doesn't seem to mind as those wonderful pink lips wrap around him. She's nothing but wet heat and his eyes snap closed when he feels her tongue do something he can't name. It's not the most practiced blow job he's ever gotten, her fingers are nervous when they dance down his length but she never stops moving and he feels his hips start to jerk in time.
Leila may not be a porn star but it doesn't take long before he's got his hands fully fisted in her hair, struggling not to snap his hips forward into her hot little mouth. "Christ luv, just like that." His voice is a hoarse whisper and he glances towards the door just in case, they're still alone. She giggles around him and the vibrations go straight through him, he can feel the familiar tingling starting low in his back and when he glances back down to her face it's to find her golden eyes looking up at him glazed with desire. It's the final straw and with a soft grunt he comes undone in her mouth, arching his hips forward, his eyes slam shut. She doesn't pull away and the feeling of her throat drinking him down almost makes him come again. Instead he ends up sagging against the wall as she finishes her swallow and pulls herself to her feet. His eyes open just in time to watch her wipe her mouth on the back of one hand.
"C'mere," He doesn't try to fix his pants instead he pulls her against his chest and finds her lips with his. She surges against him and he knows if he wants he could have her on the floor, audience or not. She's always like this about sex, oddly inexperienced but a willing exhibitionist. She's practically limp in his arms and his hand is too rough in her hair as he ravages her mouth. He can still taste himself on her lips and something that he would find appalling in a whore he doesn't mind with her. She actually whimpers into his mouth and it forces him to pull away, her eyes are still unfocused and he knows that look.
"Please." The word is barely a whisper but it's a plea the Scot knows he'll never be able to deny. He'd never thought much of 'please' until Leila crawled into his bed and it took on a whole new meaning. He throws another glance to the open doorway and he can just hear Gemma's laugh and Bobby's deep voice. There's a crash of something glass breaking and more chuckling. She tugs at his kutte and he turns back to her golden eyes. He's not sure why he's worried about getting caught; he's going to do what she wants either way.
"Gotta be fast about yea darlin. Can't fuck yeh. I didn't expect yeh to do what yeh did so yeh've messed up the timing." She smiles and he knows all she heard was his consent, she's always like this. He has a feeling he could get anything he wanted out of her in the midst of sex, it's a trick he hopes he's never desperate enough to use. He grabs her then and flips their positions, he knows what his girl likes. She ends up with her front pressed into the rough wall and he kicks her feet apart with one boot. The button on her jeans is easy to find but she's wearing far too many layers on top. He growls in frustration and her tight little ass grinds into him.
He abandons his attempt to get to her breasts and just pushes his fingers down her jeans. His moan matches hers when he finds her soaked. She bucks forward and one of her riding boots hits the wall a bit too hard. He wraps his spare arm around her waist to keep her still. "Gotta be quiet lass, be a good girl yea." He grinds out the words into her ear and she nods, leaning away from him to press her forehead into the wall. He holds her steady as he works two fingers up into her waiting body and his thumb finds her clit. It doesn't take long, she's already so close and he has no idea how she got there from going to her knees for him but he's not going to ask stupid questions. Instead he holds her steady until she starts to make tight little noises in the back of her throat, then he pushes his hand against her mouth and satisfaction swells his chest when he feels her come against his palm, her teeth almost breaking the skin of his wrist.
"Jeysus." He buries his face in her neck and he's never met another woman who could have him so hard from so little. He's almost ready to shove her pants the rest of the way down and take her against the wall. She's still breathing hard in front of him and he's formulating plans for how he could hold her up from behind when they're interrupted.
"If you two are done playing hide the sausage we need your help with the actual unpacking." Gemma is leaning in the doorway looking far too pleased with herself.
"In a minute." Leila's voice is slurred in the afterglow and Gemma just nods knowingly before turning away. Chibs uses the moment of privacy constructively to do up his jeans and straighten Leila's clothes. She just sways between his chest and wall before turning to face him. "I feel better now." Her eyes are still half cloudy and he knows one day they're going to have to talk instead of working through everything with orgasms but he can't bring himself to raise the point. He may be mature but he's certainly not there yet.
"I bet yeh do, we've gotta go." He leads the way, pulling her until they're back in the main room. He ignores Gemma's knowing stare from the kitchen and glances around. It seems the last of the boxes and furniture have made it inside, Tig is still working on the bedroom and the rest of the lads are on the living room floor pulling things out of boxes with interest.
"What's this Leila?" Juice is holding up some kind of abstract glass sculpture and Chibs turns back to see Leila's amused smile.
"Glass dildo. Gemma you need help unpacking dishes?" Chibs snorts as Juice drops the delicate phallus into Op's waiting hand.
"Makes sense you wouldn't know what it was. What with your missing dick." Op is a smartass when he wants to be and the prospect blushes.
"I know what this is." Bobby's voice is practically a crow as he pulls a bright purple bong from a mess of bubble wrap. "Who's holding, we need to test this, it was a rough move."
"The stash is in the bottom of the box." Leila's voice rings out from the kitchen clear as a bell and Chibs settles himself on the floor to partake.
"Did someone say stash?" Tig appears from the bedroom and there's a communal groan at the blowup doll he's got tucked under one arm.
"Thought you were scared of dolls Tigger." Jax's voice is teasing.
"He is. He had that one special made without a face." Leila is settling herself onto the floor next to him and Chibs glances at her smiling face.
"It's the faces that get me." A rare shiver runs through the MC killer.
"Why do you know that?" Gemma looks appalled as she sits with crossed legs.
"I had to help with the order, he couldn't figure out the internet." Leila shrugs and starts to dig through the box abandoned by Bobby for the pot.
"It's complicated." Tig sounds unconcerned by his technological shortcomings. "So what do you think kitten, can you live here?" Chibs doesn't miss the desperation in Tig's eyes and he knows the man wants her in Charming just as much as he does. They have to wait for an answer as she packs the bowl and takes the first hit. The bubble of the water pipe is music to the Scot's ear after the activity of the last few days. She finishes her hit and glances around the messy room, now stacked with her belongings.
"It'll do." Her answer comes with a cloud of smoke and when she passes the purple glass and lighter to Bobby, Chibs feels like he's home.
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