Disclaimer: Not mine, most of it. You know except for those unrecognizable OCs, I'll claim those, especially the dog.
Chibs sat in the van drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He had the motor running and the heat blasting. Morning had done very little to improve the temperature. Checking his phone he scowled at the time and lack of messages. It was 8:10, five more minutes and he was going to go beat down Tig's door. Just as he mustered the energy to brave the cold again he saw Tig dashing across the parking lot.
"You're late. McKeavey will be raging if we're late." Chibs said as he put the van into gear.
"I couldn't help it Chibby, that Amber was a wildcat, kept me up all night." He suggestively grabbed at his crotch. "You're an idiot passing her up. She did this thing with her tongue…"
Chibs cut off his friend. "I swear to all that is holy that I will punch you in the throat if you say one more fucking word about it."
Tig laughed. "What crawled up your ass? You seem moody. You should seriously consider getting yourself laid."
Tig didn't have time to brace for the slap he knew was coming his way. It was more forceful than a playful slap, but not hard enough to do any real damage. It sent him into a fit of laughter.
"Shut up you Gobshite." Chibs growled as he merged onto the road.
**SOA**SOA**SOA**
Luckily they met up at the rendezvous spot right on time. "Stay in the van." Chibs advised.
"Why?" Tig asked. "I'm here to help. Always happy to help." He smiled cheekily.
Chibs sighed "McKeavey is not the 'more the merrier' type, Tiggy." Tig ignored the suggestion and followed closely behind.
Chibs was accosted by the cold and approached McKeavey who bounced from foot to foot next to the tractor trailer. Chibs and the Irishman embraced. "What's the craic?" McKeavey asked while eyeing Tig.
"Same old shite." Chibs responded. "It's bloody Baltic out here. When are you getting Oakland up and running?"
"Hefner assured me we were good for the next shipment." McKeavey said as he glared at Tig standing five paces behind the Scotsman.
"Oh that's just grand, you brought the crazy one with you, Filip." McKeavey didn't hide the bitter annoyance in his voice and pointed directly at Tig.
"How's it going? What can I do to help?" Tig offered his hand, but he was not taken up on the offer for a shake. Awkwardly he put his hand back at his side.
McKeavey sneered. "Go chase yourself!"
Tig raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"He's saying 'go away', Tiggy." Chibs whispered in translation.
Tig shook his head. "Listen, Clay sent me up here, I had to ride 15 hours with this asshole and I'm freezing my balls off. So do me a favor and give me something to do other than sit in the van with my thumb up my ass." Tig offered a smile that was not returned.
Chibs squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced. Dealing with the Irish was so much easier by himself. They had a well-practiced process in place for getting into the port, unloading the vessel and loading McKeavey's truck before the gantry crane began unloading the shipping containers. It was all about greasing the right palms, keeping a low profile and being quick. An extra body did not fit into the equation.
"Only have credentials for myself and Filip. So would ya sit a pace?" McKeavey said in his most patronizing voice.
"What?" Tig questioned. He was beginning to realize that even though McKeavey spoke English, they were not necessarily speaking the same language. It wasn't just Chibs' IRA connection that made him the right man for this job, it was the language barrier. He remembered the days when Chibs first came to SAMCRO and the club could only understand about a third of what he said. Over the years Chibs had joked about how Americanized his accent and speech patterns had become. But to be honest, Tig still didn't understand everything Chibs said.
Chibs kindly translated again. "He says 'sit down and shut up.'" The Scotsman was thankful that his IRA friend was taking the intrusion with much less ire than expected.
"Cad é an t-am atá sé?" (What time is it?) McKeavey asked impatiently.
Chibs flipped open his phone to check. "I dtrátha a naoi." (Almost nine.)
Tig knew for sure that wasn't English, further proof that Chibs was the right man for this job.
"Mon ahead, boy." McKeavey gestured for Chibs to climb in the truck.
Dutifully, Tig sat in the van watching the truck pull away to the designated gate entrance to the port. He couldn't see where they went once they pulled in past the container yard. Now he had to find a way to occupy his time. Sleep, dreaming of Amber and her dexterous tongue seemed as good a plan as any.
Tig had no idea how much time had passed when he was startled awake by Chibs rapping on the window demanding to be let in.
Climbing into the passenger seat he whispered "Fucking hell." He reached over to the driver's side and turned the keys that dangled from the ignition and cranked the heater to high. "I'm done with these winter deliveries. You and the Irishman sit like happy fucking clams in warm vehicles while I'm growing ice cycles on my bollocks pulling drums off a fucking ship." He held his fingers, red with cold, directly up to the heating vent.
Tig yawned. "You done bitching?" Chibs glared at his brother in return. "I'm guessing I'm supposed to follow that truck."
"Brilliant deduction." Chibs growled out through chattering teeth.
Tig tried to stifle a laugh knowing it may cause the Scotsman to hit him again, but he failed. For his failure he received a rough slap to the back of the head.
**SOA**SOA**SOA**
The guns were deposited at the warehouse later than expected. The normally 15 hour drive took two extra hours thanks to McKeavey's constant need for caffeine coupled with the resulting need to stop and piss every few hours. By the time Chibs debriefed everyone in Church and he retrieved his bike at T-M the sun had already been up for a couple hours. Now sitting in the garage at his home, he dreaded Lynn's wrath when he walked in. He had promised her he would be home sometime in the night, and would be sure to call her if he was late. He failed to meet both of those expectations. It had just honestly slipped his mind to call her earlier, his phone sat in his kutte pocket with a dead battery, now he was going to pay for it. This was possibly a huge step backwards after the nearly four weeks of work proving to Lynn that she could trust him. He felt like a man walking to his own execution as he opened the door from the garage to the kitchen.
Lynn was sitting at the kitchen table, her phone held up to her ear, nervously bouncing her knee. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, messy from sleep. She wore one of Chibs' favorite SAMCRO tees and a pair of panties, her typical sleep wear. Upon his entry she stared at him momentarily, with what looked like surprise or shock. Dotty ran to greet him and weaved excitedly around his legs.
"Lovely, I'm sorry I'm late." He stated lamely. Much to his surprise she stood with such speed that the chair fell over behind her, startling the dog and sending the beagle running. Before he could say another word she rushed towards him and jumped into his arms.
She kissed him with such passion that it took his breath away, he stumbled back only stopping when he connected with the kitchen counter. Lynn's hands grasped at him, clutching at the worn leather of his kutte then pulling at his hair. Chibs hefted her up wrapping legs around his waist and making a quick 180 to place her on the counter. He let his hands roam her body, lifting her shirt exposing her panties. Unbeknownst to him is her reason for the sudden amorous greeting, but he is not dumb enough to stop and ask. The irony was not lost on him that their last attempt at intimacy had been in this very spot before they were interrupted by Blue.
Lynn untangled her hands from her lover's hair and went to work unbuckling his belt. Making quick work on his button and zipper pushing his pants down to his thighs, her nimble fingers went to task stroking him to full attention. Chibs moaned rocking his hips in rhythm with her hand, nuzzling into her neck soaking in her sweet scent. Chibs grabbed her wrists stilling her movements, he needed to be in her now. He moved aside the flimsy material of her panties and swiftly thrust into her, causing her to gasp. Fully sheathed inside her, Chibs stilled for a moment basking in the sensation of her tight heat.
"I've missed you so much, Filip." Lynn said enjoying the connection that she'd missed so dearly for the past several weeks. At this moment she couldn't quite remember why she'd ever kicked this man out of her bed. She ran her hands through his hair fisting the strands and pulling his head back allowing her to plunder his mouth. He growled in response and began pounding into her with such force that he had to grip her hips to prevent her sliding backwards on the counter. Her uncommonly loud passionate cries signaled that she was already on the brink. Chibs knew he wouldn't last long. Lynn leaned back, planting her palms firmly behind her. She threw her head back chanting "yes, yes, yes." The change in position of her hips allowed the head of his cock to rub against her g-spot with each stroke. Lynn began to shudder with the intensity of her orgasm, she sat more upright and pulled Chibs to her body, trying to feel as much of him as possible. Her arms wrapped possessively around his head as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. Within a minute Chibs found his own release. He pumped a few final slow thrusts before stilling completely growing soft inside of her. Neither one spoke or moved, their labored breathing subsided as they maintained their embrace.
Chibs pulled back when he realized that Lynn was quietly sobbing against him. "Lovely, what's this about?" He used a thumb to wipe away her tears.
Lynn sniffed and ran her hands affectionately down his cheeks. "When you called and woke me the other night, I was so afraid that something had happened to you. I knew you were alright, but I couldn't shake the thought of losing you. It weighed so heavily on my mind the last few days. Then when I woke up this morning and you weren't here I panicked. I tried calling you, but you didn't answer. Then I tried to call Gemma and I couldn't get ahold of her." She wiped at her eyes. "I thought the worst, Filip. I can't not have you in my life. I love you so much, I don't want to be mad anymore. I want us, I miss us."
"Lovely, I'm not going anywhere. You mean the world to me. I love you, and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to show you how much." Chibs whispered to her.
Across the street from their home a black sedan with tinted windows sat idling, its occupant paying careful attention to the comings and goings of the residents.
Author's Note: Again, the sap…. Oh so much sap. Sappy McSapperface, that's me.