A/N: don't own don't sue

Lyrics at the beginning are from 'Start of Something Good' by Daughtry

Set after Season One, before Abel is kidnapped and Gemma is raped and Jax turns into a jerk and the whole club hates each other. Generally back when the show had fun and all the coolest characters were still alive. Because I can, it's called artistic license.

Learn My Lesson

Chapter Fourteen

You never know, when you're gonna meet someone
And your whole wide world in a moment, comes undone
You're just walking around and suddenly
Everything that you thought that you knew about love is gone
You find out it's all been wrong
And all my scars, don't seem to matter anymore
'Cause they led me here to you
I know that it's gonna take some time
I've got to admit that the thought has crossed my mind
This might end up like it should
And I'm gonna say what I need to say
And hope to god that it don't scare you away
Don't wanna be misunderstood
But I'm starting to believe, that this could be the start of something good
Everyone knows life has its ups and downs
One day you're on top of the world and one day you're the clown
Well I've been both enough to know
That you don't wanna get in the way when it's working out
The way that it is right now
You see my heart, I wear it on my sleeve
'Cause I just can't hide it anymore
I know that it's gonna take some time
I've got to admit that the thought has crossed my mind
This might end up like it should
And I'm gonna say what I need to say
And hope to god that it don't scare you away
Don't wanna be misunderstood
But I'm starting to believe that this could be the start
'Cause I don't know where it's going
There's a part of me that loves not knowing
Just don't let it end before we begin
You never know when you're gonna meet someone
And your whole wide world in a moment comes undone

Chibs stirred early, his muscles twinging a little from too much exercise but otherwise feeling fucking fantastic. He scrubbed a hand over his face, squinting at the window over Naomi's shoulder. The sun still had that blueish tint of the very early morning behind the ugly brown curtains. He lay back against the pillows, one arm cushioning his head as he lit up. The room was brightly lit enough for him to see Naomi's bare shoulder, her long tangled hair tied in a rough knot on top of her head. He grinned to himself, stroking the back of his fingers down her spine. They had not had sex again last night, but they had talked a lot and fooled around a little. Chibs could feel his leg muscles still protesting. Sex with croweaters and sweetbutts was always an anonymous experience to be honest, they were very good at moaning loudly and contorting into ridiculous positions but it was all a show. Chibs could not remember the last time he had genuinely wanted to please a woman, not to feel like he needed to, to know he still could, but because he cared about giving her back her pleasure. Naomi stirred slightly besides him, tugging the sheets closer to her chest. He realised with a start that he could finally see her ink.

It was a small image of a woman in the middle of her back under her shoulder blades, legs crossed at the ankles and toes pointed, her hands were stretched up and her head was tilted back as if she were blowing something out of her outstretched hands, her hair coiling above her head and her dress whipping around her legs. It was actually stunning; the girl almost seemed to be alive, as Naomi breathed steadily the girl's hair almost seemed to ripple across her pale skin. Looking closer, Chibs could see tiny words drifting from the inked figure's hands like wisps of smoke.

"I have spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly because you tread on my dreams…"

Yeats. Chibs puffed on his cigarette and blew the smoke up towards the ceiling. She had ink on her inner thigh too. That one he'd discovered last night but he'd been too busy to take note. He was pretty sure it said something along the lines of; what's past is prologue. He ran his fingers over his own ink absently. He knew his reasons for every millimetre of ink etched permanently into his skin, he wondered what hers were. Naomi rolled over suddenly, burying her face in the pillow besides him. She mumbled something and he snorted, brushing strands of hair back from her neck.

"Do we really have to get up?" She groaned, running her lips lightly over his bare shoulder.

Chibs didn't reply. The Irish had several meetings today, another endless day of trailing them around, listening to stories about the old days and arguments about the war when he'd much rather spend the day in bed. As if she read his mind, Naomi sighed.

"Time to go." She grumbled uncharitably, slapping his bare stomach playfully and taking his breath away.

He swiped at her but she danced out of his way, skipping across the room and into the bathroom quite naked. When Chibs entered the bathroom a few minutes later, the room was steamy and the shower was running. He could see her outline through the grimy shower door, the silhouette a healthy glowing pink and his dick twitched unmercifully. He turned away and brushed his teeth, wondering how much longer the Irish would keep him out here. Glancing into the mirror, he saw Naomi with her face pressed against the grimy glass of the shower, her pert nose all squashed and her mouth gawping open. He rolled his eyes.

"Nice butt." She grinned, leaning her head out of the shower door.

"You're getting the floor all wet." He grumbled, cursing loudly as she flicked a handful of water and suds at him.

"Don't worry, I'm getting myself all wet in here, too."

He lifted his eyebrows and she grinned wickedly at him through her lashes.

"Come on in, Scottish."

Chibs didn't need to be told twice, he ducked into the shower to join her. She was giggling, the warm spray pattered over his naked shoulders as she drew him towards her. She tasted of minty toothpaste and strawberries and she'd clearly lathered up before he got there because her soft skin was an intoxicating mix of coconut and honey. She massaged the hot shower water into his hair as he traced the contours of her throat with his tongue. His hands caressed her soapy back and shoulders, dipping down to each buttock and squeezing. He gave each cheek a sharp slap and she laughed, tilting her head back against the tiled wall. His fingers probed between her cheeks, massaging water into the dampness already spreading there. Her fingers massaged his chest and she playfully flicked each of his nipples. He glowered. Her fingers tightened on the beads of his rosary slung around his neck and she used them to swing him around and shove him against the shower wall. She gave him a smouldering look from under her lashes, nipping and scratching with her teeth as she dropped to her knees. It was the wickedly sinful look on her face that drove him to distraction as she worked on him with her mouth and tongue, her agile little hands exploring every crevice. Water gushed over his tense shoulders, massaging the muscles in his back and chest, creating a delicious contrast to what she was doing. She brought him to the brink then drew away, giving him time to cool down as she flicked droplets of water on him and blew gently on his tip. After she'd repeated the process several times, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop teasing, lass." He growled, yanking her up onto her feet.

She threw her head back and laughed, water pouring down her chest and concave stomach, rippling over her scar. He hoisted her leg up and slid into her in one smooth move. Her head smacked into the tiled wall with the sudden movement but she didn't complain, merely dug her nails deeper into the skin of his back for better leverage. Chibs had both of his hands flat against the tiled wall, her leg thrown over his outstretched arm stretched up almost painfully high pulling her wide open. They were eye to eye, noses brushing and lips barely a breath apart as he thrust his hips languorously. He was teasing her now; she liked it hard and rough and he was taking his time, drawing almost fully out of her before surging back in inch by inch. He could see her eyes flashing with frustration, feel her nails breaking through the skin of his shoulders as he punished her for teasing him.

"Chibs." She said breathily, the reproach clear on her flushed face.

He smirked at her, enjoying making her tremble with need against him.

"Chibs!" She repeated, the slightest hint of begging colouring her voice.

His grin turned positively wolfish and his mouth clamped down on hers at the same moment he shoved fully into her so hard her back scraped painfully against the tiled wall. Her whimper was muffled against his mouth but it only drove him to increase his pace. He felt minor lashes of fire as she drew her nails down his skin, the shallow cuts stinging as the hot water prickled them. Her arms and raised leg were wrapped tightly around him, her mouth barely touching his as she exhorted him to please go on and on in a jumble of babbled pleas that flickered deliciously over his parted lips. He was starting to recognise her signs even after only one night together; her eyes brightened to a painful blue around her dilated pupils and a rosy pink flush spread over her collarbone and, most importantly, she fell silent. She was always silent when she came, the only sound she ever made was a breathless whisper of his name during the midst of her orgasm and if he hadn't been in such close proximity he would have missed it. His own peak took him by surprise; he'd been so caught up in the expression on her face and the openness in her eyes that he had almost forgotten about his own need. His knees shook as he erupted, his eyelids involuntarily fluttering closed. He could feel her breath on his face, the water pounding his back, her muscles clenching and fluttering around him as he softened inside her.

"I swear, Scottish…" Naomi laughed, collapsing back against the wall as he released her leg. "You are fucking amazing."

Chibs was still trying to regain feeling in his extremities and he only managed a grin.

"Do you want me to scrub your back, lass?" He chuckled, swiping his wet hair out of his face.

"No. Get out or we'll never make it out of this motel room."

Chibs grazed her throat with his teeth, his goatee tickling her sensitive skin.

"I'm okay with that." He murmured.

"No." Naomi said firmly, although she was weakening slightly as she felt him stir against her thigh again. "Out."

She placed both hands on his chest and shoved until he was out of the shower, grumbling mutinously and sending her hazy outline a sulky glare through the ugly glass partition.

Naomi had to use every ounce of self-restraint not to fling her deliciously aching body at him again before he left, managing to restrict herself to several long loin-burning kisses before the hammering of the Irish on the door put a stop to any further activities. She finally managed to take an actual shower and wandered back into the motel room. She flopped onto the unmade bed and stretched luxuriously, walking her damp feet up the wall behind the headboard and leaving wet footprints. Her body was tingling all over from Chibs's stubbled kisses, there was a delicious soreness between her legs and she knew she had love-bites rapidly bruising on her neck. She stroked her neck, tracing her fingertips over her breasts and tender nipples, sweeping down the flat expanse of her stomach, ghosting over her bare thighs. Her body was alive and pulsing with energy and she sincerely wished that she had not encouraged Chibs to go with the Irish today.

With a sigh she rolled off the bed and grabbed the nearest clothes she could reach. Yanking on her shorts and one of Chibs's t-shirts, she strolled around the confines of the motel brushing out her damp hair. She knew it would be hours before Chibs was back, long boring lonely hours with only these four walls to stare at and the anticipation of his return to keep her blood boiling. She absently French braided her hair, mulling over the events of the last few days. She'd nearly died. There was that. She'd succeeded in seducing Chibs. That was infinitely more interesting. She shivered. She felt smug, satisfied… and happy. Guilt flared in her stomach and she rubbed her hands over her face. How could she even let herself feel so good when her brother had a price on his head? Dex. What was she going to do? She wanted to call him, to at least hear his annoying familiar voice, but she was afraid. What if they had his number and could trace his calls? What if they recognised the area code? Two calls from California in a few days when he was supposed to have vanished, no it was too dangerous. She'd wait and speak to Chibs. Feeling slightly mollified, she returned to trying to think of something to do for the best part of the day.


Naomi looked at the glowing face of her phone again. 2:13am. Where was he? Something had happened. She was sure of it. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. She was forcing herself not to overreact, to think it through clearly and, while the sensible part of her knew he was more than capable of handling himself, the emotional part of her was screaming and picturing all the things that could have been done to him. The burgers she'd bought for their dinner had long since grown stone cold. The paper was drenched in grease and congealed cheese leaked onto the side table but she couldn't bring herself to eat anything. She was sitting cross-legged on the motel room's disgusting floor, all the lights were out except for the rapidly weakening screen display of the crappy phone besides her and the dirty grey square of light filtering through the filthy flimsy curtains. She had her back to the door, she couldn't take watching it any longer. The gun Chibs had given her was half hidden under the bed but within reach. She was counting heartbeats. It was easier and more relaxing than counting the seconds like she really wanted to.

The lock to the motel room clicked and she tensed, reaching for the gun. It felt heavy and foreign in her hand. The door opened, bringing with it a dirty shard of light from the dim orange parking lot lights outside. Her grip tightened. She was counting on them expecting her to be in the bed behind her. Stealthy steps crept into the room, bypassing the rumpled bed and heading into the bathroom. She relaxed. Chibs. She'd know his scent anywhere. She pushed the gun back under the bed and climbed to her feet. Her feet and legs were a little numb from sitting for so long, it almost didn't feel real as she walked the short distance towards the bathroom. Chibs hadn't turned the light on, expecting her to be asleep. He was hunched over the sink, the running water a whisper in the eerily still room. Naomi flipped on the light, blinking in the sudden brightness. Chibs lifted his head and glanced at her over his shoulder.

"What happened?" She asked softly, helping him shrug out of his cut.

"Got a little wild." He winced a little and she sighed.

She watched in silence as he stripped his cut, shirt, glasses, gloves and gun, piling them onto the toilet seat. He turned off the taps and dipped his hands into the lukewarm water, splashing his face and running wet hands through his hair. Blood mingled with the water from a cut on his left eyebrow. Naomi returned to the room and dug a first aid kit out of one of their packs. Chibs emerged from the bathroom and she pointed at the bed. He sat down on the end obediently. She checked the cut over but it was relatively minor, there was a bruise on the back of his head but that was it. She breathed a sigh of relief, turning away from him so he wouldn't see her shaking hands.

"This is what it is." Chibs's voice was gruff behind her. "This life."

Naomi focused on re-packing the first aid kit for a long moment, before turning back to look at him.

"Waiting all night. For you to come home. Bleeding." She tugged on the end of her braid fretfully. "I kind of figured that would come into it. Sooner or later."

Chibs didn't reply, he was watching her closely. She looked pale but as stubborn as ever.

"Where does it hurt?" She asked with the hint of a smirk curling her lips.

"Everywhere." Chibs groaned, leaning back on his hands. "I'm an old man, lass."

"Not too old I hope." Naomi murmured, suddenly leaning over him with her nimble fingers already unbuckling his thick leather belt.

From her position, he could see right down the front of her vest top and the tempting swell of cleavage contained there. He could smell her hair, feel the heat of her body against his knees.

"Oh my, definitely not too old." She murmured teasingly as she unzipped his jeans.

Chibs jumped as she whistled softly, the concentrated air tickling over him as he slowly but surely rose to attention before her. She chuckled softly at the back of her throat, using the very edge of her fingernails to trace the line of the muscles in his thighs through his jeans. She blew warm wet air over his tip as she coiled her fingers into the curly patch of hair before her, tugging ever so gently until it bordered on painful. She traced her name in the thick thatch of hair with her fingernail as she drew the tip of her nose around his tip. She tickled the path of hair trailing up to his belly button, watching goosebumps spread away from her fingers. She smiled, extending the tip of tongue until it touched his slit. Chibs shuddered.

"Now now." She said reprovingly, every puff of breath a teasing torture. "Keep still."

She didn't give him time to reply, engulfing him with her mouth, encasing him in a warm wet cave until any words he had formed vanished in a whispered expletive. She pulled back and released him so he bobbed in the air, glistening with saliva. She placed her hands on each thigh, digging in her nails. She traced the veins with the tip of her tongue, swirling around his head teasingly. She was teasing him, stimulating him with every touch and every breath of warm moist air but she wasn't giving him what he wanted and he knew she was doing it on purpose. When she finally took him back into her mouth he was so sensitive that the muscles in his thighs bunched convulsively on either side of her. She relinquished her grip on his thighs, using one hand to pump his base and the other to massage his heavy swollen balls. He reached down and grabbed the braid draping over his thigh. She had merely knotted the ends and it came apart in his hands. He coiled its length around his fist and gave it a little tug. She growled low in her throat and he felt the walls of her throat vibrate around his cock. He was so close, if she didn't stop now there would be no turning back.

With as much self control as he could muster, he touched her shoulder and eased her away from him. She looked at him questioningly, her lips swollen and red and sticky with saliva. He tugged on her hair slightly and her mouth transformed into a wicked grin.

"Lose 'em." He growled.

She didn't need to be told twice. He kept a tight hold of her hair even as she discarded her underwear. He liked the feel of the thick silken rope between his fingers, the fantasy of control over her he felt with it in his hand. He yanked her into his lap, her slender legs fitting neatly on either side of him. She knelt over him, her mouth seeking his eagerly. He released her hair long enough for her to hook her thumbs under her vest and slip it off over her head. He ran his palms over the smooth expanse of her belly and waist, his thumbs grazing over her scar. He placed a kiss on the centre of her chest above her breasts, tilting his chin to gain access to her throat and under her jaw. She shivered on his lap, loving the light teasing scratch of his goatee against her sensitive skin. He brushed his palms along her ribs, grazing the undersides of her breasts with his thumbs until goosebumps broke the skin and her nipples hardened. He caught the tender little nubs with his thumbnails. Her breath was coming faster, a rosy red flush creeping over her pale chest. Her slender hand crept between them, gripping him gently, guiding him inside. He growled as her warmth surrounded him, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot where her neck became her shoulder. She sighed, letting her head fall back as she adjusted to him being inside her.

Arching her back like that just drove him deeper inside her, the rough scrape of his jeans on the backs of her thighs adding a deliciously naughty sensation. She tugged at his stained t-shirt impatiently and he obligingly lifted his arms so she could discard it. She ran her fingers over his naked skin greedily as her mouth sought his. She circled her hips experimentally, searching for the right spot. When she found it she moaned into his mouth and her back arched. Chibs gripped her hair again, tugging her head back so he could run his tongue the length of her throat and taste the heat pouring from her as she rolled her hips against him. He used his still booted feet planted firmly on the floor to lift his hips, meeting her at every jerk of her hips. She was panting, little mewling noises escaping her as she dug her fingers into his shoulders for leverage, sweat beading on her breasts. Chibs was concentrating on not coming even though he sorely wanted to. She leaned back, gripping each of his knees behind her so the angle of his entry changed. Taking advantage of the new angle, Chibs used the rough pad of his thumb on her clit and she let out a half-yelp.

She was close now, he knew, her eyes were almost all pupil and she was making almost silent little begging noises. She looked at him pleadingly. His hips jerked once, twice, three times and he came, rocketing inside of her with a primal groan that shuddered through them both. Naomi felt power surging through her, knowing that she'd brought him to this point and it spurred her on. He was still inside her, still shooting inside her and his thumb was almost rough on her clit but it was the look on his face that pushed her over, that animalistic snarl of possession as he crushed her ass cheeks against his thighs, urging her on. She gave a guttural groan as she came, pleasure surging over her like a wave as she clenched down on him, her walls fluttering frantically and her hips continuing to twitch feebly as she rode it out.

Exhausted, Chibs collapsed back onto the sheets, tracing the beads of sweat on her flat navel. She was still leaning her hands on his knees, too shaky to even think about climbing off of him. Eventually, when her pulse had slowed and she had kick-started her breathing again, she eased herself up and onto the bed besides him.

"I swear, it gets better every time." She murmured with a half-laugh, burying her face in his side as his arm automatically circled her slim waist. "You gonna take these off?"

Chibs groaned as she hooked her finger into the loop of his jeans and tugged.

"You'll be the death of me, lass."

He managed to coax himself into discarding his boots and jeans and crawling back onto the bed with her.

"No more." He said sternly, although he twitched hopefully just pressing against her on the wrinkled sheets. "Tomorrow's gonna be a long day."

"We going home?" Naomi asked hopefully, circling his tattoos with her fingernails.

"Aye, lass."