A/N: don't own don't sue
Lyrics at the beginning are from 'Wild Heart' by Daughtry
Set around 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 Twenty One
You used to be the girl that set the world on fire
And they drenched your soul in water but the flames reached higher
Used to act so tough like you could walk on a wire
And they called you devil's daughter, such a pretty liar
You were burning like the summer, crazy like a fox
You hit harder than a drummer, like a wave on the rocks
You could play me like the lotto, you were playing a part
There ain't nobody could tame you and your wild heart
Take me back, to those barefoot summer nights
Take me back, running down those highway lights
Remember when, we said don't let go to it
Darling take me back
To that fire in your eyes
'Cause I know it ain't gone too far
Take me back to you and to your wild heart
You used to be the girl that could light up a room
And with the flip of a switch I bet you still do
You would leave a trail of danger yeah wherever you go
And no matter where it lead me I would follow
You look beautiful in blue jeans, holes on the knees
You were smoking like a cigarette, I couldn't breathe
Used to rock around the ballroom, dance on the bar
Baby nobody could tame you and your wild heart
Clay had the whole club on lockdown while the Irishman was still languishing in the big room at the front of the clubhouse. Naomi had taken full advantage to grab Chibs and whisk him into his room while the others were distracted. He had protested mildly until she stripped her clothes and shoved him onto the bed. Chibs had the feeling that she was trying to forget her worry by putting herself in a coma from too much sex. Not that he was complaining. And now that the club knew about them, there was nothing to hide anymore. They were so distracted that they didn't even notice Juice hammering on the door. In fact it took him bursting into the room to get their attention.
"Chibs-" Juice tried not to goggle at the sight of Naomi's slender naked back, her wild hair curling over her shoulders.
"Not now!" Chibs growled.
"Sorry but Jax is missing and Unser is here for Clay." Juice managed to stammer.
"Five minutes, Juice!" Naomi panted, her head thrown back and her hips gyrating silkily.
When they emerged into the clubhouse twenty minutes later, Juice was still trying to get the image of Naomi naked and undulating out of his head. He was mortified to discover the effect it was having on his body, even at a time like this. Chibs headed straight over to find out what was going on and Naomi weaved over towards Half-Sack and Piney at the bar.
"Come up for air, kiddo?" Piney snorted with a leer.
She flushed and stuck her tongue out at him and he grinned.
"What's going on?" She nodded across the room as Jax burst out of the secret room they loved so much with Opie and Chibs on his tail.
"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about, sweetheart." Piney wheezed, eyeing his son narrowly as he grabbed Jax's arm.
Naomi squinted at Chibs in concern, watching as Jax waved his arms around agitatedly.
"Where's Clay?"
She craned her neck but the tall man's absence was quite obvious in the less than crowded room. Half-Sack and Piney exchanged a glance but she didn't wait around for a reply, slipping down from the stool to grab Chibs before he followed Jax out of the door.
"Hey." She caught his hand, squeezing his fingers slightly to get his attention.
"I can't talk right now, lass." He mumbled distractedly, staring after Jax and Opie's departing backs.
"I know. Just… be careful." She tipped onto her toes and pressed her lips against his.
He caught her against him briefly, holding her tightly as if he were marking her with his kiss.
"Let's go, Chibs." Jax called impatiently and she slipped out of his grasp reluctantly.
"Okay, what have you found?"
Juice hurriedly chewed and swallowed his mouthful of sandwich as Naomi appeared over his shoulder. He clicked off the screen and brought up the file he'd been building for her in his downtime. He had been looking into her brother as best he could, working carefully to avoid any of the red flags the feds might have put on Dexter's information when Naomi was picked up as a witness. He indicated the screen and she leaned over him, her breasts pressing lightly against his shoulder and her sweet-smelling hair drifting against his cheek. Juice swallowed nervously, the image of her flawless naked back, hips and buttocks indulating sensuously flickering across his brain.
"Juice?" She squinted at him, concerned at the colour creeping up his cheeks. "Are you okay?"
He nodded jerkily, shifting slightly in his chair and hoping she couldn't see his erection. Luckily she was distracted by the information on his screen and he studied her covertly as she scrolled through the page, reading every line intently. He knew she belonged to Chibs, anyone who saw them together could see that she worshipped him, but Juice would be lying if he didn't admit to being a tiny bit in love with her. He'd never act on it, out of respect for her relationship with Chibs, but sometimes he liked to pretend. She reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear, her delicate fingers with their bright purple polish a millimetre away from his cheek. Her hand rested on his shoulder, squeezing slightly as she read the information.
"So I still don't know what they want with him." She said once she was finished, her head drooping with disappointment.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled, feeling terrible for letting her down.
"It's not your fault." She said immediately, her fingers squeezing his shoulder briefly. "I hardly expected them to put their entire nefarious scheme on the internet for you to ferret out."
Juice blustered, spewing out apologies helplessly. She had asked him to do one thing to help her and he had failed. She could see it written right across his face and she coiled her arms around his neck, putting her cheek against his.
"Thank you for trying. I know you had to do it without Clay finding out and I appreciate it."
Juice was too scared to move or speak. She was very warm and soft against him and it was doing nothing to calm the tenting of his jeans.
Naomi stirred slightly, confused about what had woken her up. It took her several groggy seconds to realise that she was no longer alone in the room. Her mind cleared, fear piercing through the fog instantly. She had learned a lot in her time at the clubhouse and she didn't jerk up in surprise as she once would have, instead she rolled lazily over as if she were moving in her sleep. Her new position gave her a clearer view of the door in the hazy light filtering through the windows from the spotlights in the lot outside. Her fingers wriggled under the mattress, looking for the knife Chibs had secreted there a few days ago.
The dark figure stepped forwards, boots thudding on the ground, and her heart pounded. She felt sick to be holding a knife again with the intention to use it for violence. In the split second before she launched herself at him, the distinctive scent reached her senses and she pulled herself back. Chibs squinted at her in the dim light; her hand was clenched tightly on the handle of the knife but it was not shaking, her eyes were clear and focused and she was poised on her knees ready to strike. She looked fierce and dangerous. Wickedly desirable.
"It's alright, lass." He said gently, a flicker of pride in his voice as he carefully took the knife away from her.
"You scared me." She said reprovingly, watching as he tucked the knife back into its hiding place.
"I'm sorry, baby." He teased, hitching one hip onto the bed.
She turned away from him sulkily, pushing her messy hair back from her face.
"What time is it? What's going on?"
Chibs scrubbed his hands over his face. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed beside her and sleep, but appearances had to be maintained.
"It's late. Clay's out." He said shortly as she flung herself back into the pillows with a groan.
"So it's party time." She grumbled, hiding her face in her hands.
Chibs didn't need to respond, she'd been here long enough now to know the score. He tugged on her ankle lightly, pulling it into his lap as she muttered uncharitably into the pillow she had flung over her face.
"It's too late to move."
Chibs laughed. For normal people yes, it was most certainly too late to party, not for the Sons. Never for them. He stroked the soft skin of her ankle lightly, eyeing the way her long lean body was sprawled indelicately across the bed. She was wearing one of his shirts again and it had ridden up to expose her thighs. There were lingering bruises on her pale skin from her adventures, fading spots peppering her skin. He could see a lovebite he had left earlier on her inner thigh.
"Can't we just stay here…" She murmured slyly, her toes beginning to stroke his inner thigh.
Chibs was sorely tempted, but he knew they'd only come looking for him. This was a show of solidarity to prove to ATF that they couldn't come between them, and attendance was mandatory. He yanked on her legs suddenly and she squealed in surprise, flinging the pillow away reflexively as he pulled her down the bed. He leaned over her, his hands on the mattress either side of her head.
"Not this time, love." He could feel her warm and inviting beneath him and he huffed. "Get your pretty ass out of this bed and play your part."
Her eyes sparkled challengingly, her lips curving temptingly as her fingers danced over his ribs.
"Do I get to play your piece?" She asked slyly, rolling her hips beneath him.
"That's what you are, ain't it?" He growled warningly.
Her fingers had slid under his shirt, digging into the beginnings of lovehandles and he hissed.
"Then I guess I better make sure everyone knows it, huh?"
Chibs rolled his hips against hers leisurely and she squirmed, her cheeks flushing.
"I presume there will be the usual tarts prancing around?"
He lifted his eyebrows, nipping at her jawline with his teeth playfully.
"Now, now, lass. Don't get your knickers in a twist." He teased, tracing her throbbing pulse-point with his tongue.
"Impossible." She giggled slyly. "I'd have to be wearing some."
He sucked in a breath in surprise, momentarily distracted by the warm heat against him. Chibs stole one heated lingering kiss before climbing down from the bed. He blinked in surprise when she didn't move to get changed, merely tugged on her Doc Martens and laced them up.
"You're wearing that?"
She looked at him over her shoulder.
"A woman only wears a man's shirt when her own clothes have been discarded, Scottish." She teased, digging a pair of pretty lace underwear out of her bag and sliding them on one leg at a time.
She reached up, releasing her hair from its knot and Chibs had to restrain himself from touching the long flowing locks as they tumbled in an unruly wave down her back, bright against the dark material of his Reaper shirt. She tossed her hair, ruffling it up until it was a mane around her head. She looked exactly as she'd said; like they'd just climbed out of bed after a long vigorous session. His t-shirt drooped from one shoulder and barely skimmed her thighs, if she bent over she'd be on full display, and her clunky Doc Martens only emphasised the length of her slender legs. Legs he'd rather have wrapped around him right now.
"You're gonna have to act like you're proud to own me, old man. You up to it?" She tossed her head back and smirked at him.
Chibs swallowed the answer that would keep them in this room all night and pulled her out of the room. Her confidence wavered slightly as they emerged into the main room of the clubhouse, shrinking against his side as she was confronted by a wall of drunken strangers. He had not forgotten that during the last party they had thrown, she had been stabbed and almost bled to death. Chibs held her tightly against him, eyeballing anyone whose gaze lingered on her for more than was polite.
Happy loomed over them suddenly and she tilted her head back in surprise. He held a beer out to her in silence and she took it with a sweet accepting smile. He grunted, his face almost twisting into a smile, but not quite, and disappeared back into the melee. Chibs held her close to him for as long as he could, his arm around her waist as they made the rounds, but eventually Clay gestured for him and he had to leave her with Half-Sack and Piney.
Naomi was adamantly fending off Tig's playfully aggressive offer to play pool, given the length of her outfit, when Chibs managed to escape from Clay and Jax's plotting. She was laughing, shaking her pretty head at Tig as he pleaded with her to join them. Chibs watched her for a moment, ignoring the blatant advances of a sweet-butt currently trying to drape herself over his arm. He cared about her a great deal. He didn't think he loved her, at least not the way he'd loved Fi, but he cared about her. He wasn't certain what a pretty young thing like her could see in a grizzled, battle-scarred old man like him, but he wasn't going to push his luck. He glanced at Juice, who was sitting at the bar, utterly drunk out of his skull and shooting her the odd moony glance. He quite clearly had a crush on her, but the lad had enough respect for her to keep it in check and honour their friendship.
Chibs realised he was brooding again as he shrugged the sweetbutt off him. She would suit someone like Juice, someone young and fun with a sweet streak a mile-wide, no matter how he tried to hide it. She shrieked suddenly and he leapt to his feet. Tig had grabbed her and thrown her over his shoulder and she was trying frantically to tug the t-shirt down before the whole room saw her underwear.
"Tiggy!" Chibs bellowed, crossing the room towards them. "Ya manhandling my woman, my friend."
Tig pouted at him from around Naomi's hips. Her head peeked over his shoulder, her face flushed a brilliant red but her eyes sparkling with laughter as she giggled.
"Ah Chibs." Tig groaned sulkily, swinging her from his shoulder and almost tossing her at Chibs. "You're no fun."
Naomi let out another shocked squeal as Chibs caught her and swung her over his own shoulder.
"Guys!" She protested amidst fits of giggles as Chibs saluted Tig with his free hand and hauled her away. "Hey!" She pinched his back and wriggled wildly but he held his grip. "Put me down you Neanderthal."
Chibs hitched his shoulder and she jigged in place, her mouth snapping shut as she hurried to yank the t-shirt down again. Chibs marched back to his spot at a table with Jax and Opie, swinging her down onto his lap with a grunt as he took his seat. She glowered at him but he knew she wasn't angry, her mouth twisted a certain way when she was really angry.
"Is that how you treat all women around here?" She huffed in a most dignified manner, slinging her hair over her shoulder.
Jax and Opie laughed and handed her a beer. Somehow, even sitting on Chibs's lap in a too short t-shirt, she managed to look inordinately dignified and regal. Her back was straight emphasising the curve of her breasts, her long bare legs thrown over Chib's knees gleaming in the light from several fires. Jax eyed her appreciatively. His head was scrambled over Tara's re-entrance into his life, crashing like an atomic bomb, what had happened between them the previous evening was still raw and complicated in his mind. He had noticed the sexy little redhead intermittently since she got there, she was pretty hard to miss around here, but had kept his distance.
As if he could sense his friend's thoughts, a frown spread on Chibs's face and Jax averted his gaze. He may have kept out of her way because the no touching rule made sense, but he was choosing to keep his distance out of respect for Chibs tonight. He loved his brother dearly, and the Scot was clearly infatuated with her. Jax tilted his head slightly, watching Naomi's fingers coil into Chibs's hair at the nape of his neck. She was relaxed against him, content to listen to the conversation as Bobby and Half-Sack joined them, her lips curling prettily every now and then as Chibs murmured something private in her ear before turning back to the conversation. He was almost curious enough to try something, just to see if she would refuse him. Not many women did, but he felt she just might given the look on her face as Chibs brushed a faint kiss against her jaw.
