Molly stared down at the small revolver in her hands as she sat on the sofa in the office of TM Auto.

The gun was a gift from Gemma.

It was far smaller than the guns Chibs had been making her practice with which was a huge relief. The size of Chibs' guns and the kickback they gave her had hurt her hands each time she'd fired.

They had been practicing all week long. Each morning after they dropped Mason off at school Molly followed Chibs' bike in her bug out to the cabin and they got right into target practice.

Thankfully after a few practice sessions out at the cabin her aim had improved. Although her feelings towards the idea of firing a gun hadn't changed at all since her first time shooting.

She knew that this gun would be much more manageable to handle though it wouldn't frighten her any less.

Chibs was insisting that she carry this gun on her at all times which wouldn't be hard. The .38 Special Smith and Wesson was the perfect size for Molly's purse and Gemma had given her the reassurance that it was an excellent gun for an old lady.

Molly still hated the idea though. She was just thankful that Mason already knew to keep out of her purse. She knew though that she would still keep her purse far out of her son's reach.

It was becoming more and more obvious to her that Chibs and she needed to sit down and have a serious conversation about weapons and keeping ones hands off of them with Mason.

Her worse fear was Mason hurting himself with either a gun or one of Chibs' knifes. She could imagine her son harming or even accidentally killing himself or one of his friends. You saw it on the news all the time; kids getting into their parents' guns and having horrible accidents.

She knew that Chibs didn't put all of his guns in the gun safe he had bought at her insistence. The only gun that went in the safe was the one he carried on him. She knew that he kept a gun in the bedside table on his side of the bed.

Because of this she had been forced to explain to Mason that he wasn't allowed in Chibs' and Mommy's room alone. She was just grateful that the boy hadn't asked too many questions about why he was banned from the room.

This entire gun situation just didn't sit well with her. She didn't see any way around it though.

Even if her ex husband wasn't an issue there would still be guns and knifes in the home.

It was a requirement in Chibs' life and that meant that it was a requirement in her life now as well.

It had been a lot to take in in just a few months time.

She wished that being an old lady wasn't so damn complicated. At times she feared that she wasn't cut out for it.

It seemed like such a frightening lifestyle. It was as though you always had to watch your back.

She wondered if she was crazy for agreeing to live like this.

Molly knew Chibs well enough to know that with him it was everything or nothing at all. That philosophy applied to the club as well.

There was no way he would ever walk away from the club. She knew that it would be cruel of her to even ask him.

He had been doing this since he was in his early twenties. It was the only life he had known since he had been kicked out of the armed forces.

The club was a gigantic part of the man he was today. Didn't she love this man?

He wasn't going to leave this life and she couldn't bear to leave him. So her only option was to suck it up and adjust to this way of living.

She would get used to this eventually, she told herself. No one could expect her to be 100 percent old lady right off the bat.

She knew that Chibs understood this. He knew she was apprehensive about this lifestyle.

She just hoped that her reservations wouldn't rip their relationship apart. She knew that if she couldn't find a way to be totally on board with being a SAMCRO old lady then it would create a lot of tension between Chibs and she.

After all loving him meant that she had to love all of him that included his life as a son.

Love the man learn to love the club. It was a mantra she often had to repeat to herself.

She wondered if being an old lady would always be this difficult. She was smart enough to know that it could get much more intense than she could even begin to imagine.

After all what Chibs did with the sons was illegal. This meant that there was a huge chance of him going to prison or worse winding up dead.

The thought sent a chill straight down her spine.

Molly knew that Chibs going to prison would be difficult enough but she could find it in her to deal with that situation. Having him die though would be too much. Losing him would not only break her heart but it would more than likely destroy her.

And what about Mason? He was so young. He thought that Chibs could do no wrong.

She felt her stomach cramp as she once again realized that Mason might just decide to follow in his new daddy's footsteps.

Mason already wanted to be just like Chibs in every way possible. He had already started asking Chibs when he would be old enough to ride a motorcycle of his own?

Would Chibs try to discourage him from this life? Or would he be proud that his boy wanted to be a son?

Would she be able to live with the idea of her baby living this way, wearing a reaper on his back?

She knew that this was one of the many discussions Chibs and she needed to have together.

Molly closed her eyes knowing that she had thought about this time and time again. She knew that worrying about everything did her no favors. She would drive herself crazy worrying about something that might wind up being out of her control.

A little voice in the back of her head kept on screaming at her telling her to grab her child and run far away from Charming and the Sons.

Molly knew that she couldn't listen to this voice though. Being with Chibs was what her heart wanted. He was good to her and her boy. He loved them as much as they loved him.

She reminded herself of what she had decided from the start of things; that she would stay with Chibs as long as she knew he would keep her and her son safe.

He had promised them time and time again that he would do whatever it took to protect them. She trusted him enough to believe this.

They were a family now and sometimes being a family could be complex. As long as they had each other then everything would be okay.

She knew that she was an old lady now. She would have to learn to take the good with the bad. She just hoped that the good could outweigh the bad in times of trouble.

Molly knew that more than anything she didn't want to disappoint Chibs. He had seemed so thrilled when she'd told him that she was proud to be his old lady.

She just wanted to keep on making him proud. She wanted to prove to him and herself that she could handle this life.

Molly looked up from the gun as Gemma spoke. "It's untraceable. No serial number so you should be just fine."

"Untraceable?" Molly asked completely clueless as to what Gemma meant by that.

"It can't be traced back to you...if you get into some trouble." Gemma explained not looking up at Molly as she continued to work though the stack of paperwork on her desk.

Molly widened her eyes having a very good idea of what Gemma meant by getting into some trouble.

She opened her mouth to explain that she more than likely wouldn't be getting into any trouble, but didn't have time to say anything as Gemma spoke again still rifling through the paperwork. "It's a good gun, real accurate and the recoil isn't too bad. I've already given Chibs the ammunition for it. It's at your place already."

Molly felt her belly ache hoping that the ammunition had been shoved away in a drawer somewhere where Mason wouldn't see it sitting out and have any questions about it's purpose.

She didn't know what she was supposed to say if Mason ever spotted the gun or it's ammunition. Though she was sure that he must have noticed Chibs' gun or his knives at least once or twice.

It wasn't as though she could just blurt out to her son that the gun was meant to protect themselves from Mason's father.

The little boy was already frightened enough as it was. There was no need to bring a gun into the mix.

She had just managed to finally give her son some sense of security. Letting him know about the gun would knock that security right out from under him.

Gemma finally looked up from her paperwork giving Molly a telling look. "If I were you I would take that gun and put it between your ex's eyes."

"I don't want to do that unless I have no choice." Molly admitted knowing that her reasoning sounded weak when she said it out loud.

She could tell by the way Gemma was looking at her that the woman didn't exactly understand why she would have any mercy on Brian Parker.

"You shouldn't give him the chance to give you no choice." Gemma pointed out.

Molly let out a nervous sigh. She hated to admit it but Gemma still made her feel all sorts of anxious even if she had bonded with the woman. At times she still felt like she was underneath a microscope when Gemma stared her down.

In the short time Molly had been aware of Chibs' life in SAMCRO she had noticed that Gemma was the clear Queen of SAMCRO and the club's old ladies.

It was obvious that woman liked being in control. Gemma wasn't one to sit back without voicing her opinions.

Molly had quickly realized with Gemma that it was her way or no way at all.

For the most part Molly had tried to stay out of Gemma's line of attack. She didn't want to rock the boat with the Queen of SAMCRO.

Molly was trying to get along with everyone in Chibs' life. She knew just how important these people were to him.

She knew that Gemma could tell just how she felt about her at the moment as the woman spoke again. "If it was me I wouldn't let anyone threaten my family. Just saying sweetheart...don't want to let him give you another reason to shoot him."

Molly tensed up not liking the way Gemma's statement had sounded. She felt like Gemma was making it sound like she wasn't even trying to protect her family.

It wasn't as though Molly was just sitting back and doing nothing waiting for Brian to come for her. She was doing all she could to ensure that he would stay far away from her son at least. She was doing all she could at the moment to learn how to protect herself. She was doing what felt right to her.

"I'm doing what feels right to me Gemma. I can't just kill him like that...That would be like stooping down to his level...hurting him like he hurt me." Molly explained trying to make her point of view clear.

Gemma kept her gaze locked on the younger woman as she spoke. "A real woman will protect what's hers at all cost. That's what makes a real old lady."

Molly tensed up even more the statement stinging A real woman will protect what's hers at all cost.

Molly knew that she was protecting what was hers. She was just trying to do it her own way.

Molly felt as though Gemma was sticking her nose somewhere it didn't belong. She knew that she shouldn't be surprised. Hadn't she witnessed the woman do this to Tara time and time again?

She took a deep breath telling herself that Gemma meant well. The woman was trying to help the only way she knew how, by getting into her business.

Still though rather Gemma was just trying to be helpful or not it didn't make Molly feel any better.

More than anything it made every worry Molly had come to the forefront of her mind. She already feared that she wasn't doing enough to protect her baby. Gemma's advice didn't make it any easier for Molly to ignore these fears.

She opened her mouth ready to tell Gemma that she would handle this her own way.

She didn't have a chance to voice this opinion as the office door opened up and Chibs stuck his head in. "Ya ready to go Molly?"

Molly did her best to give Gemma a pointed look trying to make it obvious that she wasn't very pleased with these little pieces of advice.

Molly shoved the gun in her purse as she stood up. "Yes I'm ready...thank you Gemma."

Chibs noticed just how tense his old lady sounded as she spoke. He glanced over towards Gemma knowing that the woman was more than likely the culprit to the sudden change in his old lady's mood.

He opened his mouth ready to question what was going on between the two women as Gemma spoke again. "Just think about it Molly. I'm only trying to help you hon."

Molly gave the woman a tense smile as she spoke. "Will do."

She didn't give Chibs any time to say a word as she took his hand leading him away from the office and the woman who was currently the source of her irritation.

"Everything alright?" Chibs blurted out as they walked away from the office door out towards the parking lot.

Molly shook her head not wanting to stir any drama up between her man and Gemma. "It's nothing...I'm just tired."

"Ya want to skip learnin some self defense and just rest up a thaisce? I know ya've been workin hard paintin lately." Chibs asked not quite buying her excuse.

Molly shook her head knowing that although the idea was tempting she had to get this over and done with. "I'll be fine."

Chibs let out a sigh knowing that there was something Molly was holding back. He knew that there nothing he could do though.

She would talk when she was ready, he reminded himself.

He would just have to wait.


The farmhouse had come together nicely. Molly and Chibs' furniture had blended well together though it wasn't near enough to really fill the house.

Molly had thrown away and given away some of her more depressing furniture like her ugly orange sofa. Her bed had been given to a charity shop considering Chibs' bed was far bigger than hers.

They knew that they would need to buy a few things for the home like a real dining room table for example.

Chibs and the guys had managed to get the house a bit more livable. They had made a cement pathway leading up to the front door and Molly was planning on planting some roses out front once the weather permitted it.

They had only been in the house for two days now and unfortunately hadn't had the chance to unpack everything. Several boxes sat around the house just waiting for them to work up the energy to completely unpack.

The only rooms they'd put completely together were the bedrooms.

Mason's bedroom had been painted the exact shade of dark pine green the boy had wanted. The boy had requested a mixed theme of his two favorite things pirates and motorcycles.

Chibs had done the best he could to make this happen for the boy. They had hung the pirate flag Chibs had bought at the pawn shop. Chibs had taken a metal Harley Davidson sign that had been his own and had hung it in the boy's room. He had found the boy a ceramic motorcycle penny bank and he was still looking for more motorcycle related decor.

Chibs had worked hard to put the room together managing to assemble a big shelf with large storage space and big containers for all of Mason's legos and his little Hotwheel cars. Mason's favorite thing though was one of the boy's early birthday presents from Jax and Tara a bunk bed.

Kerrianne's room was slowly coming together considering the girl obviously wasn't here to tell them what she wanted. Molly had been working hard to give the room a more feminine touch considering all Chibs'd had in the girl's old room was her furniture. Molly had bought a round purple rug to go in the center of the room as well as a pink memo board to hang on the wall.

Molly was trying hard to figure out what a sixteen year old girl would want in her room. For the moment though it seemed that Kerrianne would have to be the one to fully decorate the room.

They had managed to paint most of the walls. The kitchen was now a soft orange that made Molly think of the sunset. The living room was a calming color of grayish blue that made them think of the sea. The upstairs and downstairs bathrooms were all a color that made Molly think of southwestern terra cotta. They had painted the dining room a mossy green.

The old foul smelling carpet in the two smaller bedrooms had been pulled up to reveal an attractive dark wood flooring.

They had polished the wood in all the rooms making it look brand new.

All and all the house was slowly coming together though it was clear it would be a while before it was exactly how they wanted it.

Molly took a deep breath as Chibs and she stood in the living room standing face to face on top of a gymnastics mat.

They had moved the gray section sofa that had previously been in Chibs' apartment, back giving them plenty of room to work.

Most of the furniture in the living groom had come straight from Chibs' apartment given that his living room furniture was far nicer than Molly's ever could have hoped to be. The only thing they'd kept from Molly's living room was her coffee table and the sturdy bookshelves.

It wasn't a very big gymnastics mat. It was just a three panel easy to fold green mat. It was what Molly usually used to do yoga on. She preferred the soft gymnastics mat to a plain old yoga mat.

Right now the mat was being used for something far more valuable than yoga.

She let out a sigh knowing that although this wasn't going to be neither comfortable nor very fun. It was a necessary thing to learn to learn though.

She needed to learn to fight back and she didn't trust anyone but Chibs to teach her how.

Chibs spoke up as he stared down at Molly's hands. "Do ya know how ta make a fist?"

"Of course I do. I..." Molly blurted out stopping suddenly realizing that what she was about to say wouldn't be something Chibs would like hearing. Not to mention it wasn't something she would like having to say out loud.

She was about to point out that of course she knew how to make a fist given that she'd seen Brian make one each time he'd hit her.

She cleared her throat choosing to just show him instead of using her words. She formed a proper fist raising it up for Chibs to see.

He nodded his head satisfied with this answer. He was tempted to ask her to throw a punch but quickly decided that it was a lesson that would have to wait until he had a pad or a punching bag for her to use.

He chose a different approach wrapping his hand around her wrist being sure to hold on tight enough to hold on to her but not tight enough to hurt her. "I'm goin to teach ya some boxin moves later when I have the proper equipment lass. What I own is back in my room at the clubhouse. One thing I can tell ya bout boxin though it to keep yer hands up. Never lower yer fists. Now if someone grabs yer wrist what ya need to do is pull yer arm towards where his thumb and fingers meet. It's the weakest point in their grasp. Try it."

Molly did as he told her struggling a bit at first but eventually managing to break free of his grasp.

She widened her eyes surprised that it worked though she worried that this might not work if someone was really trying to hold on to her tight.

Chibs nodded his head satisfied with this as he spoke again. "Now ya need to remember the weakest points on a person's body. The knees, the neck, anywhere on the face, and the groin. Aim fer these if yer attacked. Don't be afraid to fight a bit dirty if ya have to. Gouge eyes, give a kick to the crouch, jus do whatever it takes."

He came up behind her wrapping his arm around her neck holding on just tight enough for her not to pull away. "The most important thing fer ya to do is keep on movin. Don't stand still fer nothin. Use all yer body parts lass, yer knees, yer elbows, and yer legs."

He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Whatever ya do keep composed. If someones holdin on to ya like this Ya need to step on his foot or reach back and squeeze his groin. Remember the weak spots lass."

He released her arms as he spoke. "Now if yer held like this ya need ta pin yer arms at yer side drop yer weight and deliver a head butt."

He released her completely as he spoke. "I know it's a lot ta remember lass. We really can't do much until I have some of my boxin gear. If we do it without we might wind up hurtin each other."

"Yeah no kidding." Molly replied letting out a huff. Her brain felt like it was about to explode from the sheer amount of information.

She feared that she would never be able to remember all of this when it came down to it.

Chibs pressed a kiss to her lips clearly seeing that she'd had enough for today. "I think yer goin to be fine lass. If yer ever attacked I'd hope that ya'll have the chance ta use yer gun before ya need to use yer fists. Like I said I'll work with ya on some boxin later."

She nodded her head her stomach dropping at the mention of the gun.

She spoke up remembering her conversation with Gemma. "Do you think I'm stupid for not letting you go ahead and get rid of Brian?"

"What? Of course not lass. Where'd ya get an idea like that?" Chibs asked completely taken off guard by her comment.

She shook her head letting out a sigh. "Just something Gemma said. She thinks I should just kill him and get it over with...It just doesn't set right with me though."

Chibs let out a sigh realizing that was why his old lady had looked so tense earlier. He embraced her holding her close as he spoke. "That's because yer a good person lass. Ya have more mercy than I could ever have. The fact that yer willin to let him live after what he did to ya doesn't mean yer stupid it jus means ya have a good heart."

He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose moving down to her lips as he spoke. "Yer tryin to do the right thing. We're doin the best we can right now. Ya jus want the best fer our boy."

She settled against his embrace his words comforting her though she knew that if it was completely up to him he would probably do things the Gemma way.

She spoke up her stomach dropping. "I feel like it's not enough...I know Brian is probably going to come and try to talk me into coming back eventually and if I say no he's going to..."

He spoke interrupting her as he did his best to comfort her. "And when he does I'm goin to make him wish he was never born."

Molly let out a sigh wanting to point out that he couldn't protect her twenty four seven, but she kept her mouth shut wanting to soak up the comfort he provided her.

"I just wish I wasn't so afraid." She murmured as he held on to her.

He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck as he spoke. "Don't be lass I've got ya and I'm never lettin go. Ya know I'm always goin to protect ya and Mason. We're goin to take care of each other lass. That's what families do."

He was right, she told herself. They would take care of each other.

No one was going to hurt her baby or her again. They wouldn't allow it.


Chibs peeked in on Mason smiling as he noticed that the boy was fast asleep on the bottom bunk surrounded by a little army of pets.

Rocket of course slept by the boy's bed as she always did.

A stray fluffy white cat Molly had taken in to take care of the farmhouse's rat problem joined rocket curled up close to the little pug. The cat had been named Pixie and Chibs wasn't her biggest fan. The cat however loved Chibs and more importantly loved getting her long white hair on Chibs' black clothing.

Chibs was more than a little annoyed that the cat seemed to glue herself to him apparently deciding that he was her new best friend. In his opinion there was nothing more startling than waking up to have Pixie staring right in his face her green eyes locked on him apparently watching him sleep as she swished her fluffy tail back and forth.

If it was up to Chibs he would accidentally leave the front door open and let Pixie escape, but he knew Molly would kill him.

The last furry addition to their family was a big Border Collie whom Mason had named Moose.

The black and white Border Collie wasn't what Chibs had been planning on getting when he'd gone to the local pet shelter.

He had been looking for something that would look more intimidating like a Doberman or a German Sheppard.

He couldn't explain exactly what had happened when he had been walking through the local animal shelter peering into the cages.

All he'd known was that something had clicked when he'd come across a sad looking Border Collie.

The dog had stared up at him with those big brown eyes and his heart-strings had been yanked.

The deal had been sealed when the lady working at the pound had told him the dog's story. Apparently the dog's old owners had abandoned him in the backyard when they' d moved away. The landlord had found the dog locked away in an all too small cage. The poor Collie's hair was matted and the dog looked so thin. It was obvious he had been mistreated.

The local animal rescue team had cleaned the dog up and nourished it back to health before putting it up for adoption.

The story had been all Chibs had needed to make his decision.

In a way he felt that Mason would be able to bond with the dog easily. After all the dog shared a similar past with Molly and Mason when one really thought about it.

They had both been treated badly in the past and they both had the promise of a good future now that they'd found a safe home.

Any worries Chibs'd had about the dog not being able to guard his family had been knocked right out of his head when he'd taken him home.

Moose had bonded quickly with Mason and didn't let anyone that they didn't know close to the boy.

The dog had about ripped off one of the mover's heads when the man had dared to get too close to Mason when he was moving a dresser into the boy's room.

Chibs trusted that Moose would be more than capable of protecting his family.

Chibs closed the door leaving it cracked so the animals could escape the room if they needed to, before he headed towards the bedroom.

Chibs let out a content sigh as he entered Molly's and his bedroom. They had left the walls white choosing to paint only the wall behind their bed. They had chosen a shade of blue that reminded them of sapphires.

Molly had hung the butterfly specimens over their dressers. Their dressers sat side by side beside the closet and Chibs had finally thrown away the mirror that used to sit over his dresser. Molly had put plenty of candles on the dressers making the room smell like vanilla.

The big open windows were covered with gray curtains allowing just enough sunlight to come through in the mornings. The bed had plenty of pillows and soft blue sheets that matched the wall behind the bed.

They had hung two small pictures in little round wooden frames above the bed. One of Chibs and Kerrianne together sitting on Chibs' sofa in his old apartment and one of Chibs, Molly, and Mason all together sitting on the front porch of the farmhouse. They planned to add a third photo of all of them together when Kerrianne came to visit this summer. Chibs wanted to cover the wall with pictures of their family.

So far the bedroom was Chibs' favorite room. He felt a sense of calm as soon as he walked through the bedroom door.

"He's asleep?" Molly asked her voice showing how anxious she was about what they were about to do.

"Aye fast asleep." Chibs replied as he went to the dresser grabbing the item that was giving his old lady such mixed feelings, the Polaroid camera.

Chibs had spotted the look in Molly's eyes when they had been packing up her place and she had come across the camera. It was the exact camera that had been used to photograph all those bruises Brian Parker had given her.

Molly had been close to tossing the camera in the trash hating the way it made her feel when she saw it.

Chibs had been the one to come up with the idea of doing something with the camera that replaced all those bad memories with a good one.

Molly had liked the idea when he'd first brought it up. Now that it came down to doing it though Molly was feeling shy.

"I can't believe you talked me into this." Molly exclaimed as she stuck her head out the door to the master bathroom hiding her body as she peered out into the bedroom.

Chibs chuckled as he placed the camera on the bedside table. "It'll be fun lass. Trust me."

She rolled her eyes as she asked the same question she'd asked at least a dozen times. "No one will see these pictures right? I mean it. No one can see them...and no bragging about this to the guys either."

He nodded his head knowing that they'd already had this conversation. The only reason Molly was going through with this was because he had reassured her that these pictures would be for no ones eyes but his own.

He had promised her that no one would know about these pictures but him. It was something for him to put in his wallet to keep him entertained when he had to go out of town for a run.

"No one but me lass. I know ya'd skin me alive if I ever let anyone know bout this. Trust me Molly I would kill anyone if they ever saw these pictures." Chibs stated reassuring her.

She took a deep breath trying not to blush as she left the bathroom revealing just the outfit Chibs had requested.

Molly wore one of his gray workshirts that he'd cut the sleeves off of. She wore the workshirt unbuttoned over a black thong and a hot pink push up bra, she had topped the look off with black thigh high stockings.

She had worn her makeup darker than usual wearing dark cat-eye eyeliner and pink lipstick that matched the bra.

She had left her hair down curling it at the ends and had used a pink ribbon as a headband.

Chisb let out a groan the getup looking far better than he'd imagined. He resisted the urge to reach out and take her into his arms knowing that he wanted to get these pictures first.

He knew that dragging this out would make this so much more amazing.

She stood at her end of the bed her cheeks flushing under the heat of his gaze as she spoke. "So do you want me on the bed."

Chibs bit the inside of his cheek resisting the urge to tell her that he wanted her anywhere and everywhere as he spoke. "Aye...jus lie back and relax Molly."

She did as he told her pulling the covers back and lying back against the pillows. She resisted the urge to pull the sheets over her as he picked up the camera.

He took her hand in his pressing a kiss to it trying to reassure her. "Ya look amazin sweet lass...gorgeous."

She let out a shaky breath his comments relaxing her a little. She felt clueless as what to do with her hands so she allowed one to rest along her stomach and the other the rest by her head as she did her best to relax.

She only hoped that she looked far more seductive than she felt as Chibs took the first photo. He spoke up knowing that she was still tense. "Jus relax pretend the camera isn't here."

She let out a huff wanting to ask him how he expected her to ignore the camera.

He leaned down pressing his lips to hers in a deep kiss trying to calm her busy nerves. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as him.

He rested beside her sitting up on the bed as he pulled his lips away. He took her by surprise reaching down and unfastening her bra. He spoke as she sat up. "Jus take the bra off keep on the shirt."

She raised an eyebrow doing as he asked before she lay back down. She allowed the shirt to remain unbuttoned giving just a hint of what lie underneath it.

Chibs pressed his lips back to hers allowing his free hand to run down her side underneath his shirt caressing her soft skin.

He couldn't help but to admire the workshirt on her body. He smirked at the sight of his nickname stitched on to the shirt. This was why he'd asked her to wear it. Seeing his name on something she was wearing made him feel as though he was claiming her.

He pulled away from the kiss suddenly taking another photo before taking the photo from the camera and placing it aside as it developed. She sat up pressing her lips back to his before speaking. "I might feel a little less awkward if I wasn't the only one so exposed."

She didn't give him any time to comment as she reached down pulling his undershirt over his head revealing the top half of his body to her.

She pressed her lips to his skin peppering kisses along his chest her lips lingering with each kiss. She pressed kisses along his collar bone as he wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her close to him.

She wrapped a leg around him wanting to keep him close as she moved her lips back over his the kiss deepening quickly.

She allowed him to pull away from the kiss as he moved over her finding his place in between her legs. She looked up at him unable to resist grinding her hips against his moaning at the feel of the obvious bulge underneath his pajama pants. He groaned rocking his hips against her as he took another photo.

He placed the photo on the growing stack as the camera spit it out, before turning his attentions back to her.

He pushed the sides of the shirt aside revealing her full breasts the sight making him throb. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before taking another photo. She laughed as the camera spit out the picture. "How many photos do you need?"

He chuckled unable to stop himself from saying just what he was thinking. "So many a thaisce."

She giggled as he leaned down taking one of her breasts into his mouth his facial hair tickling her sensitive skin.

She let out a soft moan as he ran his teeth along her nipple before suckling hard. She trailed her fingers through his hair as he lavished attention on both of her breasts taking his time to suck and nibble at the sensitive orbs.

He pulled away from her breasts causing her to let out a moan at the feel of the cool air against her moist breasts.

He stared down at her taking in the view as he spoke. "Do jus one more thing fer me lass and I'll get rid of the camera."

She felt her cheeks turn bright red as he spoke again. "Touch yerself for me. Show me jus how good ya can make yerself feel fer me."

She bit her bottom lip the idea sending thrill straight through her. She let out a sigh coming to a decision as she spoke up. "On one condition. I get a picture of you."

He chuckled knowing that he was more than willing to agree to that condition. He had to admit he loved the idea of her having a picture of him as well.

He stared down at Molly as she ran her hand down her stomach teasing her skin slowly. Chibs let out a heavy groan as he watched her fingers disappear underneath the thin material of her thong.

She let out whine as her fingers slid in between her folds so easily. She hadn't realized that she would get so worked up having him take these pictures of her. Once she had gotten over her nervous energy she had found herself getting caught up in the idea that he was taking these photos of her.

Molly couldn't help but to imagine him flipping through these photos of her when they were apart his body reacting to the sight of her and the memories behind the photos. The thought of him getting off to pictures of her sent a heat straight to her core. She closed her eyes imagining him stroking himself as he flipped through these photos the sight of her just enough to send him tumbling over the edge. She was sure she had never been more turned on by the thought of something before in her life.

She barely noticed as he took the last photo and spoke up. "Do you know jus how much I'm goin to enjoy these photos lass? I'm goin to lock myself up in my room and look at these. I'm goin wish ya were there with me. I'm goin to get so damn hard jus thinkin bout ya doin this. It won't be near as good as bein inside ya but it'll keep me so busy."

She whimpered as he placed his hand over hers encouraging her movements. He placed the camera by the bed putting all his focus onto her.

He leaned down pressing his lips to her lips as he spoke. "I have the sexiest old lady on the planet."

She managed to speak as he continued to help her along. "Don't forget it."

He pressed lips against hers once again as he spoke up chuckling. "I don't think I could if I tried."

He moved his hand away as he moved down her body coming face to face with her mound. She moaned as he pulled the thong down off her body exposing just what she was doing to herself.

He ran his tongue along her soaking wet heat as she continued to finger herself causing her to let out a shaky moan. The feel of her fingers combined with his tongue was almost too much. He moved her hand back using replacing her fingers with his tongue causing her to moan once more. She bit down on her bottom lip trying hard to keep quiet as he continued to run his tongue along her.

She ran her hands through his hair holding him against her as he teased her clit. She rocked against him the sensation of his tongue sliding along her wetness so incredible.

Molly loved being able to look down at him as he pleased her. She loved the way his eyes locked on her taking in the view as he traced shapes against her clit with his tongue.

She spoke up knowing that she wasn't going to last much longer and she wanted to cum when he was inside her. "Please."

He pulled away knowing just what she was asking as he pulled his pajama pants down to his knees wasting no time to position himself over her.

She sat up ready to take his workshirt off only stopping as he spoke. "I want ya to keep it on lass...that and the stockings."

She smiled doing just that as she relaxed back against the pillows making sure that the workshirt was still open just enough to reveal her breasts. She knew enough to realize that he loved watching her breasts bounce as he thrusted in and out of her.

She ran her hand along his cheek caressing his face as he leaned down pressing his lips to hers.

She moaned against his lips as he entered her, her tight body accepting his length. He gasped the feel of her taunt walls around his member always so overwhelming.

He was sure that being inside of her was the closest thing he would ever experience to heaven on earth. She was so wet and hot and she clenched around his member so deliciously. He was sure that he would never get enough of her body and the amazing things it caused him to feel.

She gasped as he began to rock against her building up a slow sensual rhythm.

She wrapped her arms around him wanting to be as close to him as possible. Chibs pressed kisses to Molly's neck as he continued to move against her wanting to silently express just how much he adored her.

He knew that there was no other woman in the world who he could feel so connected to during a moment like this.

The words she'd said earlier played over and over again in his head I wish I wasn't so afraid.

He held on to her promising himself that she didn't have to be afraid. He was unable to stop himself from speaking as he rocked against her. "I love ya my sweet thaisce."

She whimpered holding on to him just as tightly as she spoke. "Love you too Filip."

He buried his head against her neck allowing himself to get lost in the smell of her sweet perfume and the pleasure she gave him.

No one was going to hurt her. If Molly's ex was coming then he would have to get through Chibs first.


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