A/N: don't own don't sue
Lyrics at the beginning are from 'Just Found Heaven' 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 Eight
Gone all my life
Worried about my soul
Brimstone and fire, stories I've been told
Then I saw grace right before my eyes
I should break through those gates, and fall from the sky
I hate to let you down, hate to let you down, no
Hate to say it now, hate to say it now, but
I don't really care where I go when I die
'Cause I just found heaven
You can tell the devil that's he's wasting his time
'Cause I just found heaven
Sins wash away
Dark turns to light
Your body is a temple so take me inside, oh
I feel no pain, pleasure's all mine
You give me a taste of eternal life
I hate to let you down, hate to let you down, no
Hate to say it now, hate to say it now, but
I don't really care where I go when I die
'Cause I just found heaven
Chibs had no clue where he was when he woke the next morning. He was on much softer sheets than he was used to and candles were burning low on the table beside his head. He squinted at the candles in confusion. He also didn't understand why his shoulders were killing him. Rolling over he found Naomi asleep beside him in all her naked glory. Ah, that explained why he felt so satisfied and relaxed. He wriggled closer to her, pressing up against her and she sighed. He kissed her bare shoulder. She stretched luxuriously and rolled over towards him.
"Hi." She mumbled sleepily, snuggling into his chest.
He put an arm around her waist to tug her closer to him, revelling in the scent of her hair and her warm body fitting perfectly against his again. He stroked the small of her back absently and she practically purred.
"What time do we have to leave?"
He shrugged, not really giving a shit right now if he got charged a penalty for a late check out. He shifted slightly to get into a better position and winced as his shoulders flexed painfully.
"Are you okay?" She pulled away far enough to look at his face in concern.
He gave her a rueful smirk and flexed his shoulders again.
"I guess I'm too old to be tied up all night."
She burst out laughing, putting her hands over her face as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"I might have gotten carried away." She admitted, peeping at him through her fingers.
He grinned at her, brushing his lips over her fingers.
"Next time we'll tie you up."
He winked and she rolled her eyes.
"Next time?" She smirked at him, stroking the red marks on his wrists from the curtain ties.
"I could be convinced." He said casually, rolling onto his back and putting his arm behind his head.
He hissed in pain as the muscles in his shoulder protested angrily at the movement.
"Poor baby." She murmured teasingly, stroking the red marks she'd left with her fingernails on his chest lightly. "Turn over."
He gave her a confused glance, but obediently rotated onto his front. She straddled his back, looking at the marks she'd left on the tops of his shoulders in some embarrassment. She didn't know what had come over her last night. She dug her fingers into the tense muscles of his shoulders and he groaned with pleasure.
"You have a lot of hidden talents, lass." He observed as she massaged the ache out of his sore shoulders with dexterous fingers.
"You have no idea." She laughed, pressing extra hard on a knot between his shoulderblades until he tensed.
"Where the hell did you learn to suck a dick like that?" He gasped out as she hit a particularly tender spot.
"I'm posh, remember Scottish." She giggled. "Posh girls don't put out, but we learn how to keep an eligible man on the hook real damn quick."
"I bet." He grumbled into the pillow, tensing his whole body as she worked at a particularly difficult knot.
"Jealous, Scottish?" She leaned over to whisper into his ear as the knot released and he groaned.
"No reason to be." He clenched up again, how could a massage be so simultaneously painful yet pleasurable. "'Slong as it's only my dick you're sucking in the future."
She laughed, feeling a flush of desire suffuse her body at the possessiveness in his voice.
"If you're a good boy." She teased. "Stop tensing." She leaned back and slapped his bare butt with a loud crack.
She let out a startled squeak as he hauled himself up and flipped over, tossing her onto the side of the bed. Before she could re-orient herself from the sudden movement, he loomed over her.
"Thanks for the massage." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and she giggled, stroking her hands up his arms and enjoying his muscles tensing at her touch. "Wanna put those hands to better use?"
She smirked up at him, well aware that he was already partially hard from the massage.
"Maybe later."
He blinked at her in surprise and she winked, wriggling out from under him and leaping out of the bed.
"I saw a tub in that bathroom, and I'm gonna finally take a bath."
He grumbled under his breath as she sauntered towards the bathroom butt-naked, the early morning light playing over her skin. He must have fallen back to sleep because when he woke again the room was brighter, the candles had fully burned out and he could hear her warbling out of tune through the open bathroom door. He climbed out of bed, pleasantly surprised to feel that she'd worked most of the ache out of his shoulders. The toilet was separate to the fancy bathroom and he took a slash and washed his face, examining the marks she'd left on his body last night in the mirror ruefully. He kind of liked her wild dominant side, if he was being honest. She was happily ensconced in the huge tub, scented bubbles concealing very little as she sang one of her godawful country songs when he appeared in the doorway. She smiled at him prettily.
"Hello handsome."
He chuckled. She was so innocently happy, he felt a surge of affection for her warming his entire body.
"Going to join me?"
She slung her legs up onto the side of the tub to make room, water and bubbles streaming off her bare skin and back into the tub.
"Might be a squeeze."
She fluttered her lashes at him invitingly. Well who was he to resist. With a martyred sigh, he clambered into the fancy tub, dreading explaining why he stank of flowery bubbles to the guys later. The two of them did fit in the tub, but it was touch and go and she had to hang her legs out over the side to manage it.
"What do you even do in a tub?" Chibs grumbled uncharitably, not really sure how to arrange his limbs and distracted by the sight of her naked breasts covered in bubbles.
"Relax. Think." She gave him a little sly smile, swirling the water over her bare chest teasingly. "Masturbate."
He was focusing on the way her nipples had hardened so it took him a moment to realise what she'd said. He blinked at her. She let her head fall back onto the edge of the tub as she laughed.
"You what now?"
She winked at him, trailing her fingers along her thigh.
"You don't touch yourself in the shower?" She asked innocently, dripping more water over her thigh.
Chibs shrugged without answering. Truthfully he hadn't needed to since he met her, she kept him plenty busy the insatiable little minx.
"There's something about a bathtub, spending time naked and vulnerable, it gives you a sense of your own body that's very sexy."
He was transfixed by her breathy voice, the tender movements of her fingers on her own skin, the ripples of the water trickling over her naked thighs.
"Do you touch yourself in the shower, sweetheart?" He asked curiously, his mouth suddenly very dry.
"Sometimes." She shrugged carelessly, glancing at him from under her lashes.
"Next time, ask me to join you." He rumbled, his voice thick with desire. "I'll take care of ya, lass."
She gave a slow steady chuckle and he couldn't fail to notice that her thighs had parted slightly as she slid her hand between them. He licked his dry lips, running his palms over his thighs so the water swished around them.
"You always do." She breathed, her knees falling even further apart.
Chibs could see how hard he was, drifting up through the water. He wanted to touch her but he wasn't sure he wanted to interrupt the show. She was gazing at him with half-lidded eyes, her pretty mouth pursed and that damn tempting flush working it's way up her chest.
"If you think-" Chibs lurched to his feet suddenly, taking hold of her ankle and yanking her towards him so she slid with a shriek into the water. "I'm just gonna watch-" He lifted her from the water and spun her around. "You're much mistaken."
She let out a breath of surprise as he positioned her over the edge of the tub, using his knees to spread her legs as wide as they could go in the big tub. The rim of the tub was chilly against her bare wet skin and it dug into her ribs slightly, but when he slid his big hand around her waist and between her legs she forgot all about it.
"No one fucks you like I do, lass." He growled into her ear, his spare hand pinching one of her nipples until she shuddered.
She couldn't even open her mouth to argue, she was so surprised by the sudden turn of events. He let go of her breast just long enough to guide himself inside her, his stroking of her clit never ceasing.
"Ah fuck." She groaned as he settled inside her, clinging onto the edge of the tub.
The water sloshed wildly around them as he set a brutal pace, ignoring the pain in his ageing knees, concentrating only on the feeling of being inside her again. He moved his hand up to the back of her neck to pull her back into him in time with his thrusts. When he was with croweaters he preferred this position best, so he didn't have to look at them and their fake expressions. It was different with her, he wanted to look at her. He wanted to see the way her pupils expanded as she neared her orgasm, watch the flush bleed into her cheeks, see the way she bit down on her lip. However this angle did give him something else, she let out a shocked squeal when he slid his thumb into her butt but it melted into a whimper of pleasure as she adjusted.
"Chibs I'm-" She slumped forwards over the tub as she came, completely incoherent as her whole body trembled and jerked and he felt her contracting around him.
He lasted a little longer than her, after all she'd had a headstart, but she helpfully clenched her inner muscles in time with his pounding which tipped him over and he leaned against her bonelessly as he shuddered. When he could move again, he carefully extricated himself from her and stumbled out of the bath. That had absolutely not done his knees a lick of good, but he was too stubborn to show his age as he looked at her, still panting over the edge of the bath.
"Well." She finally said, lifting herself shakily out of the water. "I don't think you'll get your security deposit back for the room."
She pointed at the water currently soaking into the expensive floor, which had already stretched across the room and started to seep into the carpet of the main room.
"I gave them a false ID anyway."
She lifted her eyebrows at him reproachfully and he shrugged.
"This room was fucking expensive."
"Can we do this again?" She begged as she squeezed back into her painted on jeans.
Chibs laughed as he laced up his boots.
"I'm not made of money, lass."
She pouted sexily at him, fluffing up her damp hair.
"It's not like you actually paid with your own money." She pointed out sulkily.
Well she had him there. He glanced around the room, the sheets were strewn everywhere and stained from their activities, there was a huge dark mark on the carpet from their escapade in the bath and the candles had burned down to puddles of wax on the expensive looking side tables.
"I don't think they'd have us back if we tried."
She flushed red as she took in the state of the room.
"Okay well maybe not here." She conceded as she checked she had his letter safely tucked into her pocket. "But somewhere, just the two of us?"
Chibs rose to his feet, towering over her with a wicked smirk.
"Are you asking to tie me up again?" His low Scottish burr danced over her skin and she felt all the hairs on her body stand up.
She tilted her head back to peer up at him, her eyes challenging.
"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it." She purred, running her hands over his chest.
Chibs didn't bother to deny it, he put both hands on her butt and pulled her tightly against him instead.
"You're fucking trouble, sweetheart."
She winked at him and he squeezed her cheeks through the tight denim.
"No sleazy motels." She ordered, wriggling out of his grasp and heading for the door.
The sternly pretty receptionist behind the huge mahogany desk eyed them suspiciously as they sauntered across the lobby, Chibs's arm slung around her possessively. Naomi gave her the side-eye right back, her bubble of happiness keeping her smug and warm. Their boots clattered against the expensive marble as they stepped through the revolving doors and out into the brilliant sunshine. She squinted at the sudden harsh light, holding up a hand to shade her eyes.
Chibs let go of her to go and retrieve his bike from its parking space and she stretched luxuriously on the top step. Her body thrummed pleasantly with satisfaction as she gazed around. She kept one eye on Chibs as he wheeled the bike out from between two expensive cars, rolling it towards the front entrance with flourish. Her lips tilted into a smile, her belly fluttering at the sight of him.
The loud crack startled her so suddenly that she leaped back a step. A dozen thoughts rolled rapidly through her mind, trying to place the noise that had shattered the peace of the expensive hotel's aura. Her body seemed to snap into action before her stunned mind could catch up and she found herself on the ground, the sun-warmed marble smooth against her cheek and hands.
Shots. Those were shots. Her mind finally returned to full speed as she flattened herself against the ground instinctively. Someone was shooting. Were they shooting at them? She knew she was a sitting duck at the top of the steps and she dragged herself towards a decorative bush as quickly as she could. It was flimsy cover but it allowed her to get her bearings. Chibs was crouched beside his bike, he was shouting something but she couldn't make out the words over the snapping of the shots and the squealing of the tires. A big black SUV was thundering past, was the shooting from there?
As the SUV screeched away, she tried to stand.
"Stay down, lass." Chibs thundered, his voice whipping with authority.
Her ears were ringing and her whole body was shaking, she could feel her heartbeat roaring in her ears. She waited behind the stupidly shaped bush for what felt like hours, expecting every minute for the SUV to come swinging back towards them. When enough time had passed for them to assume the car was gone for good, she got shakily to her feet. Chibs met her halfway down the stairs, yanking her into his arms. His familiar smell almost sapped her self-control, but she managed to keep the tears at bay.
"Lass?" She blinked at him, realising he'd been speaking but she'd not heard a word.
He ran his hands over her arms and torso and she realised he was checking for injuries. Adrenaline was still thundering through her body, numbing her extremities, so she let him search. She had scrapes on her cheek and her hands from where she'd dropped to the ground and a small wound on her thigh where a bullet had ricocheted from the marble and grazed her. But nothing life threatening.
"Are you alright?" She asked once he was satisfied.
"Aye." Chibs scrubbed his hands through his hair, his face black and dangerous. "We hafta go. Now."
She knew better than to protest as he dragged her down the remaining steps and toward his bike. As they pulled onto the street and headed in the opposite direction to the SUV, the sound of sirens bounced over the noise of the engine. Naomi held tighter to Chibs and closed her eyes against his shoulderblade.
When they were far enough away from the hotel to be certain they wouldn't be stopped, Chibs pulled over and killed the engine. Naomi didn't move, her arms around his waist and her uninjured cheek warm against his back.
"Were they shooting at me?" She asked eventually, absently stroking her fingers along his taut stomach through his shirt.
"I don't know." He said gruffly, staring ahead with a deep frown. "The club need to know, there could be a threat."
She didn't reply. Another near-miss because of her. How many more would Clay put up with before he decided enough was enough. She shifted slightly on the bike, her grip on Chibs tightening unconsciously.
"You kissed and made up then." Gemma observed with a smirk, watching as Naomi practically skipped past her towards her room.
Chibs grunted, annoyed that he could feel himself blushing.
"We talked it out." He said awkwardly, wanting more than anything to escape an interrogation right now.
"Uh huh." Gemma took a long drag on her cigarette as she stared at him with an infuriating smirk. "That explains the hickeys."
Chibs clapped a hand to his neck automatically. Fuck. He'd forgotten about her biting him while she was torturing him. His dick throbbed at the memory and he felt his cheeks getting hotter.
"My kind of conversation." Gemma winked at him as he hurried away to hunt down Clay.
That pretty much set the tone for the rest of the day. He was roasted to within an inch of his life by the entire clubhouse, for the marks on his neck and for them staying out all night. Naomi took it all in stride and merely laughed all the comments off, occasionally levelling a long look at anyone who took it too far until they mumbled they were joking and slinked away. If Clay had told them about the shooting, none of them mentioned it.
She was so happy to have him back that nothing could ruin her mood, she decided as she completely ignored Tig's leering while she helped Half-Sack stock the bar. It was easy to ignore them, she was busy plotting. She was so distracted with her plans, the door flying open and men streaming in shouting almost sent her heart bursting out of her chest. She dropped the bottle she was holding in shock and it shattered on the hard floor, glass and liquor splashing all over her bare legs and boots.
It was pure chaos, a seemingly endless stream of bullies poured into the clubhouse, screaming orders and waving weapons around. She stared in horror at the man gesticulating at her violently, frozen with shock. Eventually she recognised the smarmy looking police officer behind him.
"On the ground." He said, a touch more respectfully than the hulking thug beside him had done.
Trembling from head to toe, but thoroughly glad it was the police and not people out to kill her again, she followed his orders. It was completely undignified and humiliating to lie on the dirty ground with her hands behind her as they clomped past to search the clubhouse. They ripped everything apart, making unnecessary comments and breaking everything they could get their hands on. She kept as still as she could, biting her lip to keep from crying. It was all just so brutal. She couldn't see any of her boys and it was making her nervous, she could hear shouts from outside and crashes from the dorm rooms.
After what seemed like a lifetime, she felt a hand on her arm and she tensed. It was that smug-looking Deputy. He took her elbow and helped her to her feet. She shrugged out of his grip as quickly as possible.
"What's going on?" She demanded, her boots crunching on the glass as she backed away from him.
"We're here to make an arrest, for murder." He informed her pointedly and her heart dropped to her toes. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to answer some questions?"
She glared at him, folding her arms across her chest.
"Not without my federal lawyer, no." She said coolly, hoping her attitude would disguise her fear. "Deputy."
He gave her a dark smile and then turned away, disappearing outside with the rest of his bullies. She slumped against the bar for a minute, willing her body to stop shaking and her heart to slow down. Twice in one day, she was going to develop a heart condition at this rate. She needed to go outside and see who they'd taken, but she didn't think she had the capacity to cope if it was Chibs. She was still clutching onto the bar like it was a life raft when the guys started filtering back in to survey the damage. Chibs and Juice both made a bee-line for her, their boots crunching loudly on the debris strewn floor.
"Naomi?"
She forced herself to take a deep breath and let go of the bar. Chibs took her arm and turned her to face them. She was as white as a sheet and shaking like a leaf.
"Did they hurt you, lass?" He tried to keep his voice calm not to scare her but it was rough with anger.
She shook her head, managing a wavery smile.
"No, no." She pushed a shaky hand through her hair. "It was just frightening."
He pulled her against him, stroking her back softly until she stopped shaking. When she pulled away from him, there was colour in her face again and she seemed calmer.
"You're bleeding." Juice said suddenly and they both looked down.
The bottle that had shattered had left tiny cuts all over her calves, which were speckled with blood. She hadn't even noticed the sting until Juice mentioned it.
"You need to be cleaned up." Chibs said immediately but she shook her head.
"It's fine. I'm fine. You need to go assess the damage." She pointed over his shoulder to the shambles the clubhouse was in.
Chibs frowned. He knew she was right, but he hated to see her injured. Again. She smiled at him reassuringly, giving him a little push to get him moving.
"Honestly." She said, a little firmer this time, giving him a stern look. "I'm okay."
Chibs wasn't happy, but he could hear Clay raging in the background and he knew she was right. He tugged her towards him and kissed her forehead, stroking the back of her neck gently. Once he was gone, she turned to Juice.
"Who did they take?"
Juice looked towards the door with a forlorn expression on his face.
"Bobby."
She turned away from Juice so he didn't see the relief on her face. She did like Bobby, she really did, but she was extremely glad that they hadn't arrested Chibs or Half-Sack or Happy. Juice gave her a sweet smile and then dashed off to receive his orders from Clay.
Her legs weren't badly hurt so she decided to deal with them later, surveying the wreckage of the bar angrily. The guys were closed up in that horrible room and probably would be for a long time, so she might as well see what she could do.
She'd managed to get the clubhouse into some sort of order, swept up all the broken glass and mopped the whole place so it didn't get any stickier than usual, salvaged what bottles she could and re-stacked them on the shelves and wiped down the bar, by the time they emerged. They filed out looking angry and vengeful and she felt sorry for whoever was going to feel their wrath.
Those with dorm rooms dispersed to check the damage to their rooms, and the rest disappeared to carry out orders. Chibs walked right over with a face like thunder and took the cloth out of her hand. She squinted at him in surprise. He took her hand and led her to her room, which was still a complete shambles since she hadn't had time to get to it yet.
"Let me sort this out." He gestured at her legs. "Sit down."
She opened her mouth to argue but he shot her a black look that said he wasn't going to listen to any arguments today and she thought it best to obey. When he returned to the room he was holding the First Aid kit. She wanted to tell him he was overreacting, that they were just a few scratches, but she could sense he was furious with what had happened earlier and this was his way of taking back a tiny bit of control.
He unlaced her sticky boots and tugged them and her socks off, putting them to one side. He ran his rough palms over her bare calves and she shivered. There were only a handful of cuts on her skin, tiny flesh-wounds that hardly required attention, but she let him work. She winced as he wiped each of them and then dabbed them with alcohol, smoothing his thumb over each mark.
"You won't need any bandages." He observed when he was done and she nodded.
"Are you okay?"
He glowered at her but she didn't take offence, peering back at him calmly. He shrugged and looked away and she knew he wasn't going to talk about it with her. She wanted to ask why Bobby had been arrested, who he was supposed to have killed, whether Chibs was involved. But she didn't dare when he looked so dangerous.
