Dear Dylan,

Holy hell woman, I think you're a bit crazy. I ain't good with words, but I love you too. You kept me sane the last few years. How'd your uncle take this? Are you settling in ok?

Oswald's family has been in Charming a long time, you should be alright there. I want to see you when I get out, I want to see where this goes. I can't believe you are willing to take this chance.

Let me know how you settle and if you need anything. I don't have much else, things here are same as always.

Love,

Opie

Dylan smiled at her letter. By its briefness she knew she had stunned the man. Hearing, or rather reading, that he loved her made her flush with excitement. It would be a long few months of waiting, but it gave her a chance to get used to the town, the people and her job.

It was official. Dylan missed Wyoming. She missed her horse, she missed her uncle, she missed the wide open spaces. When she had gone back for Christmas, she had spent as much time as she could being on her horse, with her uncle, and attempting to help her mother adjust to the long distance relationship they now had.

Charming had its charms in small amounts, but even after 5 months of living here, it felt like the people she frequently saw where still standoffish. Maybe she was equal parts friendly and able to be alone, maybe it was because she refused a few invites to a SAMCRO party. Two of her co-workers were "croweaters", whatever that meant. Dylan hadn't told Opie about the invites, but she didn't want to go near his club without him.

As much as she didn't mind his criminal history, she knew she was naive when it came to motorcycle clubs. She loved the man, couldn't wait to hear his voice or know what he smelled like. Or how he liked his coffee. Even ride his Harley, but the other parts of the lifestyle? No clue or even much of an interest. She had gone so far as to go into Lodi for her oil change and tire rotation.

Dylan looked around her home. This she loved, a home of her own with a nice yard and some garden space. She had purposefully gone bigger than she needed. The two story, four bedroom with basement was more for a family…which is what the young woman was hoping for in her very near future.

The doorbell rang, startling her. Dylan made her way slowly to the door, trying to think if Mr. Crawford needed something again. He had borrowed a hammer, a cup of sugar, two screwdrivers, and her large outdoor broom. Opening her door Dylan froze.

Standing on her porch in all his 6'4 glory was Opie Winston. And damnit was the man handsome. He was wearing jeans and a black leather jacket with his kutte over it, beanie taming his hair. His deep brown eyes were scanning her from head to foot his mouth a crooked grin under his beard.

Without thinking Dylan leapt up wrapping her legs around his waist and burying her face in his neck. He smelled like cedar, smoke and open air. His strong arms held her as his beard tickled her cheek and neck.

"Hi baby," he said the smile clear in his voice.

"Hi…Opie," Dylan struggled out as the tears started. She didn't know why she was crying.

Opie stepped forward into her entryway, keeping his hold on her. Maneuvering a bit he got the door closed. He titled his head so he could place a gentle kiss on her neck, feeling the goosebumps he gave her.

Opie didn't want his woman crying, especially when he didn't know why. He hadn't told her the day he would see her, just that his release date was pending. Which was true, it had gotten shifted a bit and he had Piney get him two days ago. He got squared with his parole and the club briefly, grateful he had gotten out on a Monday. It meant he had a day or two before his first church back. But this is what he wanted. The blonde in his arms.

"Don't cry baby, please," he whispered. Dylan gave a watery giggle.

"You're here, I'm happy. I….shit I'm not properly dressed for this!" Dylan wiggled getting down. Opie grabbed her waist smiling at her runner shorts and torn up Jack Daniels t-shirt.

"That isn't important," he said taking her face in his hands. Her skin was soft to his rough hands, his fingers wiping her tear tracks. He leant in slowly and was happy when Dylan pushed on her toes and met him halfway.

The kiss was everything she hoped for. It warmed her up from the inside out, made her core heat up in anticipation. Opie's hands travelled through her hair, then down her sides. When his tongue traced her lips she let him in. And immediately got lost in his passion.

Opie was working to not devour Dylan. It had been years and months since this type of affection. She was inexperienced but eager. Her hands slid to his kutte holding on tight. He never asked if she had dated when he was inside, or even what her experience was. As much as he didn't want to, he pulled back.

"Wow, please say I get that daily," Dylan said looking up at him with a brilliant smiled. Her flush was adorable.

"Yeah, you do. You're mine, gotta remind you of it," Opie grinned. Dylan rolled her eyes.

"You hungry? I was making dinner," Dylan said motioning behind her.

"Anything not prison shit or my own cooking is fucking awesome," Opie said.

Dylan led him back to the kitchen. Opie looked around, noting that Dylan's home was nice and comfortably decorated. You could tell she had money but she wasn't shoving it down your throat. She chatted about work, splitting her time in the office and from home, how she was a bit homesick but now that he was here she was happy. He could tell she had reservations about the town. It was hard for people not from the area, but he assured it would get better.

He noticed she didn't talk about SAMCRO, T-M, anything club related. She had been here six months. That was odd.

"You been toT-M for car stuff?" He asked as she tossed a salad together.

"No, went to Lodi," Dylan shrugged. Opie eyed her.

"Really?"

Dylan looked at him setting down her knife. He was leaning against the sink with his arms crossed. She came up to him, taking his hands. He tensed, flashbacks of Donna having issues with the club and club life hit him hard.

"I don't know much of anything about that lifestyle, just what some Google searches told me. I'm nobody to your club, wasn't going to accept an invite from some co-workers and possibly mess this up with you. I want you Opie," Dylan explained. Opie kissed her forehead.

"You got invited to a party?" He grumbled, slightly upset she hadn't told him.

"Yeah, but without you it isn't worth it." Opie studied her. She was being truthful and he had to cut her some slack, it seemed she was trying to figure this out and respect him.

"I can't tell you everything honey, that's for your protection. I can give you a rundown of how it all works though," he finally said.

"Ok. I'll follow your lead," Dylan agreed seeing the tension visibly leave Opie.

They set the table together before settling down to dinner. Opie took that time to give her a history lesson of SAMCRO, the lifestyle, and who was who. She took it all in, immediately categorizing the information. When he hesitated, she spoke.

"So, there are croweaters and sweetbutts at the clubhouses. Do they sleep with everyone?"

Opie nodded. He hadn't indulged too much when he was with Donna, keeping it limited to lap dances mostly. The one time he let slip he had gotten a blowjob…wasn't pretty.

"Will I be treated like that?" She whispered. Opie's jealousy and possessiveness flared at that so white hot it startled him. He had never had that feeling with Donna.

"No baby, no one gets liberties with you. They even look at you wrong, I'll beat their ass in the ring. I love you, you are my old lady. Gonna mark you as soon as I can," he growled grabbing her hand.

Dylan flushed at that. His eyes bore into her, and she knew she was done for life. He was it for her and she would follow him wherever he went.

"Mark me? With what?" She asked getting up and sliding into his lap. She had to touch him, trace his face, feel his body under hers.

"My crow, it's our mark for our old ladies, letting the others know they belong to only us and deserve respect," Opie grabbed the back her head pulling her in for another deep kiss.

Dylan let his passion and possession wash over her as she wiggled in his lap rhythmically. Everything was moving so fast, but after waiting for years Dylan didn't care. His grip tightened in her hair as he pulled her back.

"Baby if you don't stop moving, I'm fucking you on the table," he grunted. Dylan blushed at that.

"Opie, I…I'm not ready for that," Dylan whispered to Opie's moan.

"Then you need to get up," he didn't want her too but damnit he would respect her. Dylan did so reluctantly.

To distract himself from what Dylan ignited in him, Opie went over the rest of his week. He would work at T-M, like he did before. He had church and a party Friday he wanted Dylan at so he could introduce her. Dylan nodded at that, accepting she would finally walk on the lot.

"Where are you staying?" She asked when she got up to clear the plates.

"Got a room with my pops, but…" Opie trailed. Dylan shot him a smile.

"I have a king sized bed, kinda big for my little 5'5 frame," she teased.

"I'll get my stuff," Opie said. Dylan laughed at that.

"You have confidence Mr. Winston."

Opie just shrugged and went back out. Dylan gave him the house tour when he got back, he liked her screened in porch and basement that was set up as both workout out area and small entertainment area. He cocked his head at the extra bedrooms then smiled widely when she explained they could be for when Elli and Kenny visited.

"Did I tell you how amazing you are?" He asked pulling her up in his arms.

"No…show me," Dylan said. Opie didn't need to be told twice before kissing her. When it got to be too much again, he set her down.

She took his hand leading him into the master bedroom. The kingsize bed was already turned down, a deep green comforter revealing grey sheets. A dresser, bookshelf, nightstand and mounted tv completed the furniture. Opie peeked in the half used walk-in closet and broke into a smile at the master bath. He could get used to this.

"Very nice baby, didn't know bookkeepers made so much," he teased.

"I'm good with money, what can I say?" Dylan shrugged. "Want to watch a movie in bed?"

Opie nodded, watching her disappear into the closet to change. He went into the bathroom. Dylan stared at him when he came out shirtless.

"Wow…I like the ink," Dylan blushed. Opie smirked, knowing that with all the time he spent working out in prison he was in the best shape of his life.

"Get your cute ass in bed," he pointed liking her short shorts and tank top. He wasted no time pulling her against him as she flicked on the tv. Quickly settling on an old Harrison Ford action movie, Dylan started tracing his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair.

The couple stayed like that, not needing to speak anymore. A feeling of contentment holding them close. It wasn't long before they were asleep.