Disclaimer:Consider yourself shocked that Llama5 does not own SOA or its characters.I know, right?Heartbreaking.
Lynn noticed Chibs' steady and slow breathing. They both occupied the couch, Chibs sitting upright with Lynn splayed across the cushions utilizing his leg as a pillow. Her favorite movie, The Princess Bride, played in the background. It never failed to put him to sleep. She rolled onto her back to validate her suspicion. His head lolled to the side resting on his shoulder, his eyes closed in sleep. Lynn checked for messages on her phone and noted the time. It was 2:20am, Shannon had said she would contact them, expecting a call or visit from Ralph tonight. They'd attempted to stay up for the call, she had succeeded, Chibs had not. Lynn shook the knee that she previously occupied. "Let's go to bed."
Chibs' eyes fluttered and he huffed a sigh then fell back into restfulness.
She moved her hand to his chest and lightly shook him. "Baby, get up. We need to go to bed." He grumbled something unintelligible protesting the disturbance. Lynn stood up pulling at his hand. "Up. Get up."
Lynn yelped when he tugged at her hand and pulled her onto his lap. Her wily Scotsman was now awake and a sly smile graced his face. "You want me to take you to bed, huh?" He nipped at her neck and tickled her sides.
She squirmed in his lap and squealed as his hands found the sensitive spot at the curve of her waist. "Chibs! Stop it." Lynn gasped out through her giggles. Her hand involuntarily flailed out and hit him in the face.
"Ow!" He pouted, feigning injury.
She cupped his face and kissed his cheek where she had struck him. "What have I told you?"
Resignedly he repeated the warning she'd given him before. "That you're not responsible for my injuries if I tickle you." He rested his hands, now still, on her hips. "But I like it when you wiggle like that on my lap."
Lynn seductively rotated her hips, feeling the warmth from his crotch against her rear. "Like that?" He hummed in response. Lynn repositioned herself to straddle him, again rotating her hips. "Or like that?" She could feel him respond below her. The feel of him straining against his pajama bottoms coupled with his growl of lust sent a flood of heat to her core. She didn't allow him to respond before pulling him into a passionate kiss. She continued to grind against him, feeling the familiar burning ember start to burn in her lower belly. Lynn marveled at how this man could go from sleepy to horny in no time and brought out the same in her.
He pulled away from her. "Up."
Disappointed and confused she said "What?"
Chibs smiled cheekily. "Woman, if you keep that up I'm going to cum in my pants like a damned teenager. Now get naked so I can fuck you proper, yeah?" She jumped up and peeled off her camisole tossing it at his head, traipsing down the hall.
"Take me to bed, Telford." The blonde called over her shoulder.
"Yes ma'am." He chased after her and caught her halfway down the hall and tossed her over his shoulder caveman style. She laughed heartily as she bounced when he tossed her onto the bed. "Off with these!" Chibs pulled at her panties, tearing them asunder in the process.
"Hey!" She began to protest as Chibs stood and quickly disrobed. The remainder of any complaint stopped in her throat. Never did the sight of him in his naked glory cease to take her breath away. Her attraction to him was something animal. She knew that the day they met. Shortly after laying eyes on him, Lynn knew she would drag him into her bed. He crawled onto the bed, ever the predator stalking over his prey. She was throbbing with the need for him, she was desperate to feel him fill her so thoroughly.
Chibs groaned in relief when he finally entered her, his cock was achingly hard from her earlier teasing. Lynn's hips rocked to meet his every thrust, complimenting his movements perfectly. Suddenly her movements stopped. "Shit!" She exclaimed in a concerned tone.
The sudden change in mood and tone caused Chibs to freeze. "You alright, Lovely?" She was angling her head as if listening for something.
"My goddamn phone is ringing." Lynn covered her face with her hands.
At the moment Chibs' little head was doing more thinking than his big head. It can wait, right?We can call her back, can't we? Logically he knew they should answer it immediately, but his libido said otherwise. He had no more time to contemplate when Lynn roughly pushed at him to get off of her. He watched as she scampered back towards her ringing cell. Chibs reluctantly got up putting his pajama bottoms back on. He could feel the beginning of a dull ache in his balls that he knew would accompany him for the rest of the day.
He found her standing by the couch, the phone held to her ear, the throw from the couch wrapped around her like a towel. "Hold on a Second. I'm going to put you on speaker so Chibs can hear."
Shannon's voice was shaky. "Ralph told me his contact let him know where Johnnie Chain's event was going to be. It's some sort of illegal poker tournament. There's this big log cabin venue in the Redwoods that they're going to use. Very isolated."
Lynn looked to Chibs for some sort of reaction. He turned away and paced running his hands through his hair. That was enough confirmation for Lynn that Shannon's information was accurate.
Continuing on with her information. "Change of plan though. He wanted me to go in and let him know what whales showed up originally, but he found out SAMCRO guys are going to be there and would spot me."
"What does he want you to do now?" Chibs asked.
"I'm still supposed to go in. But he wants me to stir things up. Find the SAMCRO guys and distract them. He said I'd disappear if I didn't." Lynn could practically hear Shannon shudder at the idea. Did Ralph think Chibs and his brothers would find her there and hurt her, kill her?
Chibs was more on edge and questioned "Distract us from what exactly?"
"Ralph contacted California Gaming Commission. The Sheriff's department is going to raid the event. He said SAMCRO is running security and needs to be distracted so they don't notice the authorities. Ralph wants to take down as many people as possible with Johnnie Chains."
Chibs took the phone from Lynn's hand. "Listen to me, girly. You do exactly what Ralph tells you to do, understood? Nothing bad will happen to you, alright?"
"Um." Shannon started with trepidation. "Ok, I guess I can do that. What are you going to do?"
"Let me worry about that. You just let us know if you learn anything new from Ralphy-boy." Chibs ordered.
"Ok. I can do that." Shannon replied. "Just please know, that I'm so sorry for all the shit that's gone down. I owe this to you Lynn, to fix things."
Lynn scooted closer to Chibs and embraced him while she spoke into the phone. "I want to believe you, Shannon, I do. But you need to do what Chibs says, you need to prove it."
"I will. I promise you." With that final promise she disconnected the line.
**SOA**SOA**SOA**
Once again Lynn found herself waiting at the Clubhouse, sitting amongst Chibs, jax, Tig, Clay, and Piney who seemed to still be there nursing a bottle of tequila. It was not yet 5am and she watched Johnnie Chains again enter the building, again looking like he'd been rerouted from a round of golf. "This info better be good Chibs. I'm very serious about my beauty sleep." Johnnie proclaimed. Lynn nearly burst out laughing at the stout man's statement until she realized that he had said it in all seriousness. She bit the inside of her cheek to stifle the guffaw. The men stood and greeted Johnnie. This time they didn't bother speaking in the privacy of the chapel. Lynn felt some pride when she understood that she was trusted to be present for the conversation.
"You've got a rat in your crew Johnnie. Someone is feeding Ralph info on the tournament." Chibs began to expound the information from Shannon.
By the time Chains left the Clubhouse he was apoplectic with anger, promising unholy retribution for the rat, the likes of which Lynn had never heard before.
Clay sat heavily on the couch. "We need to find a new venue. Recommendations?"
Lynn spoke up, much to her own surprise. "Don't you guys have a good relationship with the Wahewa? Why not do it out there? On the reservation? I'm sure if you threw some cash their way, they'd be happy to host."
Tig looked shocked. "Your girl's a fucking genius, Chibby. That's brilliant."
"Jax, take Chibs and get out there when the sun comes up and talk to Chief Charlie Horse. We have less than a week to figure this shit out." Clay commanded.
A/N:I know, it's been a while since I updated.Some shit hit the fan in the Casa de Llama that needed to be taken care of.I needed to at least add this short chapter to get things moving again.However, I'm back, and I'm going to wrap up this story I promise.