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Note:As you may have noticed, I'm taking some liberties stretching out the timeline of season 4 for my own purposes.I'm probably going to continue to do so, may even mess with some storyline going forward not entirely sure.You also may notice that this chapter is a bit of a fast forward of Dorothy and Chibs' relationship.
Dorothy had insisted that no matter how late that he should come see her after Opie's wedding. After dispatching the Russians in the gun warehouse he'd taken the time to have a drink with Bobby, Juice, and Happy but excused himself shortly after. He raised a finger to the harassment yelled at his back as he left to go to Dorothy. Tig had been sure to fill in all of his brothers on the piece of ass that had come looking for Chibs. She was practically legend after earning Tig's approval and Gemma's ire all at once.
Just as every time he'd come to her door she jumped into his arms and kissed him like a man back from war. Already comfortable enough with him to greet him wearing her old comfy shorts and the camisole she planned to sleep in. Each time the site of her and the greeting took his breath away, no matter what happened each day this was what he looked forward to.
"You smell like sweat, gunpowder, and blood." Dorothy wrinkled her nose.
Chibs leaned back to get a good look at her, a quizzical look crossing his face. "Just how do you know what gunpowder and blood smell like, Smiles?" He'd gotten into the habit of calling her Smiles, because she always had one for him when he came around.
"Odd jobs, Filip. I'm familiar with the smells of an odd job." She tapped his nose with her forefinger. "You look run down, baby."
Chibs nodded at her, affirming her suspicions. He could see in her face that she wanted to ask questions, but she never did. Another thing she obviously learned from her upbringing with Enzo, Sr.
"Go on in, take a shower, I'll make you something to eat." He nodded and kissed her again, treading his way to the master bath in the house.
Only two months together and they'd fallen into comfortable rhythm. More than once he'd felt those three simple words trip close to the end of his tongue. "How did I get so lucky to get a woman like you?"
Dorothy threw her head back and laughed as she pushed him towards the bathroom. "Luck? There was no luck involved. I pursued you, Telford. You never stood a chance."
"Pursued me, huh?" He looked over his shoulder at her.
Dorothy stopped him by grabbing his belt and turning him around. "Do you know how much effort I put into getting this stubborn Scotsman to fall for me?" She brushed salt and pepper strands behind his ear. "Had to come find you at your work, then had to take you on two amazing dates. Admit it that park was amazing."
Chibs pulled her closely and sighed dramatically. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Smiles. It was all a waste of time. I was all yours by the time you separated me from $225."
She pushed on his kutte and let it fall to the ground then running her fingers over the leather of the holster that held his knives. She ghosted her lips close to his. "Then why didn't you give me your number or ask me for mine?"
He held his breath as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes focused on her pink and plump lips. Breath shuddered out of him as she ran her nails down his bare chest. "Because I'm an idiot, obviously." He grabbed her ass and pulled her close, descending to nip at her neck, an action that always had her arching her body into him.
"Obviously." She roughly pushed him away. "Go shower, you stink. I'll make you a sandwich."
**SOA**SOA**SOA**
Dorothy welcomed him into her house. Her Filip looked more run down every day.
Chibs leaned into her comforting embrace this particular evening he needed it more than usual. The club had discussed voting in the cartel. He saw the money it offered, but was in having an internal war with himself. The money was more than he could have hoped, but he couldn't justify the risk that came with it. They'd gotten the call that the Russians had taken Jax and Opie, and the new lieutenant of the Sheriff's department had come into the clubhouse swinging his dick and his axe. Thanks to Romeo and his crew, Jax and Opie had come out alive. This debt to the cartel before they were in business with them weighed heavily on him. Overall the day had been hell.
"These odd jobs are taking a toll on you." She mumbled into his shoulder as they rocked back and forth in a contented embrace. "What's bothering you, Filip?"
He only shook his head in a non-verbal response.
"Can't tell me or won't tell me?" Dorothy questioned.
Chibs ran his hands down her sides and huffed out a breath. "It's nothing for you to worry about."
"It's something that you're worried about though. You're wound up like a spring." With an exploratory touch she squeezed the back of his neck, kneading out the knots she found there. He groaned in response, a satisfied groan of relief. Taking him by the hand she guided him to bed and stripped him down to his boxers. Stripping down to her own undergarments she ordered him. "Lay on the bed, face down."
Without complaint he spread out on her bed, his head nested on his forearms. He felt her straddle his hips. The moan of relief that escaped his lips came from deep inside his chest as her hands began to expertly knead his tight muscles. By the time she was done with him he felt like gelatin. She crawled beside him where he happily dozed on the cusp of sleep. Had he been a cat he would have purred as she ran her fingers through his hair. His eyes grew heavier and heavier. Just as sleep overtook him he thought he heard three little words whispered in his ear. I love you.
**SOA**SOA**SOA**
This Sunday was a momentous day in their relationship. This was the second momentous day in a row. Yesterday Chibs had accompanied Dorothy to Chino to visit her brother and introduce himself. Enzo, Jr was a hard man to read. Chibs didn't quite feel like he'd yet gained any trust or respect from the man, but the interaction remained very cordial.
He had to stifle a laugh when Dorothy's brother asked "What are your intentions with my sister?"
The biker didn't quite know how to respond so settled with "I'm very enamored with your sister and I'll be happy to be her companion as long as she'll have me." This seemed to satisfy the inmate, at least for the short term.
This Sunday though, Dorothy was about to meet some more of his family. It was family dinner night. Most brothers were there, save for Piney. Gemma was not hostile, which was the best they could hope for. Instead she chose to ignore the newcomer. Maria was ecstatic to finally meet Dorothy, but much to Chibs' dismay Dorothy pulled him aside and expressed her distrust of Maria. "I don't like the way she's always touching you. The way you two talk around me is like she knows something I don't."
Chibs tried to allay her fears by noting "Trust me love, Maria is your second biggest fan. After me of course."
**SOS**SOA**SOA**
Chibs' bemused gaze glanced from Dorothy sitting in the booth next to him and Pete across the table. The two howled with laughter. Over the past 3 months meeting up with Dorothy for lunch was a much appreciated respite from the stresses at the club and the newly voted in drug business. They had just brought the 30 kilos up from down south that morning. He was dog tired, and had to be back for Church at noon, but wanted to see Dorothy. This day Pete and Dorothy were already at an early lunch and Chibs joined them for as long as he could. He liked Pete, he was a good friend to Dorothy. Pete slapped the table in his mirth before wiping away a tear that welled up in his eye. "It's not funny." Chibs insisted.
Dorothy held her iPhone in one hand and clasped Chibs knee with the other. "Oh, baby, but it is. It's too funny. Try it again." She held the button down on her phone and it made two rapid chirps.
"Siri, what is the weather today?" Chibs asked the phone yet another question.
Its feminine robotic voice responded for the fifth time "Sorry, I don't understand."
Chibs rolled his eyes in frustration as his lunch companions doubled over in laughter. "Your new phone is shite. Doesn't understand a Scottish accent."
"No one does, Sweetheart." Pete said as he fanned himself recovering from the hilarity.
Dorothy took pity on the Scotsman as he pouted next to her. "Don't be mad, Filip. I think your accent is sexy."
He quirked and eyebrow throwing his arm around her shoulder leaning in, "Oh yeah?"
"Oh yeah." She mumbled into his lips as she kissed him affectionately.
"Where's my kiss?" Pete asked.
Chibs cracked a smile and replied. "Fuck off, Pete." Their food arrived, plates for Pete and Dorothy, a to-go container for Chibs. "Alright, Love. I best be off. I'll see you tonight, it might be late."
"Can't wait." She purred and pressed another kiss to his lips before he took his lunch with him out the door.
Once the Scotsman was gone Pete mocked her in a feminine voice. "Can't wait."
"Fuck off, Pete." She parroted Chibs' own earlier words.
**SOA**SOA**SOA**
Chibs had spent much of the day bored out of his mind at the porn studio. Bored was never a term he'd associated with porn before in his life. He'd spent the day watching over a trussed up and gagged Georgie Caruso waiting for Clay to arrive. They'd been there for hours only to leave Caruso alive. Thankfully he didn't have to be up to the warehouse until late the next morning to prepare the drug operation for Romeo to check out. That meant he had a full evening to spend with Dorothy after having been gone a few days.
"Hello, Smiles." He said into the phone as he straddled his bike. "I'm all yours tonight. What do we want to do? Go see that film you've been raving about? Maybe get you some eggplant parm at Dominic's? Or maybe…."
She cut him off. "Or maybe you come over to my house and we fuck like rabbits all night, and maybe catch a movie on Netflix. I have barely seen my man all week, and Smiles needs some loving."
"I like the way you think." Chibs took off for her house, but on the way made a stop.
He let himself into the house with the garage code more than ready to spend a long an exhausting night with his Old Lady. Woah!Where did that thought come from?Old Lady? He paused inside the doorway, his own thoughts having struck him motionless.
Dorothy came into the kitchen, barefoot but still in work clothes, having heard him arrive. The broad smile that preceded her nickname graced her face when she saw him, a seasonal bouquet of flowers in hand. One of the things she adored about her Filip was the way he brought or left her tiny gifts or notes. She still had an orchid on her kitchen table that he'd given to her on their fourth or fifth date. On her bed was a teddy bear biker to keep her company when he was gone. In a drawer she kept all the messages he'd scribed and left for her to find. 'Your smile is what I look forward to every day.' 'I miss you already.' 'You have a fantastic ass.' Dorothy took the flowers from his hand and appreciated them, taking in their fresh fragrance. "They're beautiful, thank you, Filip."
"Not as beautiful as you." He quipped, still reeling from the Old Lady thoughts that floated through his brain.
"Sweet talker." She wasted no time guiding him to the bedroom.
Two satisfying rounds of sex later, that once again left the Scotsman with scratches marring his body, they caressed each other enjoying the post coital glow and relaxation.
"Are you hungry?" Dorothy asked seemingly out of nowhere.
Upon mention of food Chibs realized that he was absolutely ravenous. "Aye. Very."
"FROZEN PIZZA!" She proclaimed loudly and slapped his stomach with a flat palm. He made an 'oof' sound at the sudden contact.
He laughed as she bounded out of bed with surprising energy and shimmied into cotton shorts and a camisole. He took a moment to appreciate the view of her perfect ass as she scurried towards the kitchen.
Chibs stretched languorously, feeling more relaxed and contented than he had in weeks. He took his time getting out of bed and fishing a pair of pajama pants from the drawer that Dorothy had assigned to the clothing he kept at her house.
He rounded the bed to make his way to find Dorothy and crack a beer before the pizza was ready. As he turned he caught his pinky toe with great force on a hard object obscured by the bed skirt. Gracelessly he danced about growling "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" the pain in his toe emphasized by the mess he'd made. A short and wide decorative storage box flew from under the bed, its contents spilling across the floor. File folders and picture were splayed out on the hardwood. He leaned over to pick up a pile of pictures when their subject made his heart stop. He flipped through the photos and sat heavily on the bed, he ran a shaky hand through his hair. Mayans, Niners, Putlova and other Russians, the Chinese, and Nords. In his hand he held a pile of photos that seemed to contain a history of the Sons of Anarchy's rivals and associates.
Dorothy came bounding down the hall, "My sexy Scotsman." She called out in a sing song tone. "Do you want pepperoni or…" At the sight of him with the photos in hand, red with anger she came to an abrupt halt.
Taking several menacing steps towards her he yelled "What the fuck is this?"
Author's Note:Updates may be scarce coming up.Sorry.I'm not really sure I'm feeling this story, I'm kind of up in the air whether or not it warrants to be continued or not.Meh, not feeling it, but that may change in the next week or so… I'm a complicated Llama.