Clara did her best to pull her chin length hair back with a rubber band no longer able to stand the sweltering office at TM. Spring was right around the corner and with it came higher temperatures, which wouldn't be an issue if the damn air conditioner at TM wasn't acting up.
She leaned back in the office chair causing it to squeak as she attempted to lean closer to the box fan Gemma had placed beside the desk. Clara was just thankful that she'd thought to wear a pink spaghetti strapped tank top today with her most comfortable pair of darkwash jeans and her favorite sequin flats.
The tank top showed a bit more skin than she'd usually be comfortable displaying at work but at least it was airy. She knew she'd be sweating it up for sure if she'd decided to wear the plain dark t-shirt she'd been looking at in her closet this morning.
Clara attempted to smile and pretend that she wasn't sweating like a hog, as Juice entered the office and took a seat on the sofa before speaking. "The air conditioner guy isn't going to be able to make it until sometime next week."
"Awesome. If I wanted to bake I'd buy a tanning bed." Clara grumbled her voice thick with sarcasm.
"Sorry...I can force the prospect to come in here and fan you with a giant leaf or something." Juice remarked chuckling at the tanning bed comment.
Clara smirked shaking her head slightly. "Nah. I'm pretty sure Chibs is busy waterboarding him or something. I wouldn't want to ruin his fun."
A tiny part of Clara did feel pretty bad for making fun of Half Sack. After all it didn't seem to be all that fair the way the guys picked at him. It went way beyond just yelling at the man and scolding him.
At times she wondered if maybe she should mention it to Chibs, after all he was the man's sponsor. She had a feeling though that doing that wouldn't go over well.
It was club business and club business wasn't any of her concern. That was the old lady mantra wasn't it?
Clara was perfectly aware that the hazing was just all part of being a prospect. It was meant to prove ones loyalty to the club. After all you had to be pretty damn loyal if you were wiling to put up with a year of bullshit pranks and criticisms.
Despite her criticism of it all Clara knew that she just had to become comfortable with the decision that it really wasn't her place to say anything about Half Sack's at times unfair treatment.
If Half Sack had any problem with the way the guys treated him then he'd just walk away. He was a grown man and Clara wasn't his mother or his old lady, so she had no right to say anything to him.
Clara imagined that Half Sack probably had a pretty good idea of just what he was getting himself into when he'd been asked and agreed to prospect.
As mean as it was it was just the way things were. Prospects got the short end of the stick until they were able to prove themselves to the club.
Juice was very tempted to ask Clara about Chibs and she. He had noticed that the pair seemed to be getting closer day by day. It was clear to just about everyone that Chibs adored Clara and that she seemed to adore him.
Juice knew that Clara probably wouldn't appreciate him sticking his nose into her relationship with Chibs though.
He kept his curiosities to himself as he placed an ice cold can of diet coke and a bag of honey barbeque chips on the desk in front of Clara hoping that the cold soda and the snack would serve as sort of an olive branch of sorts.
God knows he would need a good peace offering considering what he was about to announce." I figured I better give you this since I'm burdening you with the job of telling Gemma about the air conditioner situation."
"Jackass." Clara exclaimed letting out a huff as she opened the can and took a tentative sip the cold drink cooling her down momentarily.
Juice chuckled knowing that when it came to dealing with giving Gemma bad news he'd sooner chop off his own hand than be forced with the task.
He did feel a smidge of guilt for passing on the task to Clara considering he and everyone else around TM knew that things were more than a little tense between the two women.
Gemma had been avoiding the office for the most part for about two days now. When the woman was around it seemed that Clara and she walked a thin line between tolerating one another or wanting to rip the other's hair out.
He didn't have much time to dwell on his guilt as Clara spoke again opening her bag of chips and popping one in her mouth. "Can you at least see about getting another box fan in here? It's starting to feel like a sauna. I already asked Chibs, but he didn't have a chance to do it before Jax dragged him off on a tow job."
Juice let out a huff having no idea where Clara expected him to come up with another box fan. They'd already put just about every fan they could find in the garage.
He rolled his eyes as he realized that he was going to have to go down to the local general store and get another fan. It might not be an easy find considering everyone in town was probably going out to buy a fan this time of year. It would only be more difficult given the fact that it had been so unnaturally hot lately.
He tried to look on the bright side knowing that at least a trip to the general store would cool him off.
"I'll see what I can do. I don't know if I'll be able to find one today though...so don't get your hopes up." Juice stated knowing that he wasn't going to make any promises he couldn't keep.
He cleared his throat as his mind drifted back to what had happened a few days before, what he'd done; Helping Chibs beat Roman Becket to a bloody pulp.
He had been meaning to say something to Clara about what had happened with Roman for days now, but he had no idea how to even approach the subject.
He feared upsetting her by mentioning it. He couldn't imagine what she was feeling right now. What had happened to her had to have unnerved her.
It pissed Juice off thinking that Roman had almost gotten away with what he'd done to Clara.
"Are you okay?...I mean with Becket and all that shit." Juice blurted out having no idea how else to breach the subject.
Clara felt her throat tighten up at the mention of Roman Becket. She bowed her head focusing on the inside of her chip bag.
She managed to speak up her throat getting tighter and tighter as the words made their way out of her mouth. "I don't know, I guess I'm still sort of in shock that something like this actually happened to me."
She cleared her throat trying to rid it of some of the tightness as she spoke again. "I'm honestly just trying not to think too much about it."
She wanted to express her gratitude to Juice for all that he'd done. She imagined that he'd done it more for Chibs' benefit, the whole notion of brotherhood loyalty and all, but still she was grateful for his assistance all the same.
She looked up at him managing to give him a small smile as she spoke. "Thank you for everything...I mean everything you did helping Chibs make this right. Thanks for being there to watch his back."
Juice returned her smile a little shocked by her appreciation. He was tempted to tell her that there was no need to thank him, that he'd done what he'd done simply because Chibs had asked him to. He would do the same for any other brother.
He knew though that wasn't what Clara needed to hear. It knew it would sound almost insulting if he were to say something like that out loud.
He knew to claim that he'd only done what he'd done for the sake of brotherhood would be an insult to any friendship that he might have with Clara.
He held this comment about brotherhood in choosing instead to just blurt out the first thing that popped up in his head. "Hey, what are friends for."
Clara opened her mouth to respond to this statement but was rendered silent as Gemma entered the office raising an eyebrow at Juice's presence.
Juice wasted no time to stand up and make his way to the door out to the garage. The last thing he wanted was to be caught up in the middle of whatever tensions there were between Clara and the Queen of Samcro.
"Just get back to me when you finish figuring Miss. James' bill." He blurted out knowing that Gemma wouldn't take too kindly to him just stopping in to chit chat with Clara unless it was work related.
He cringed as Clara took her opportunity to speak deciding this was her chance to escape the task Juice had dropped on her. "Juice was just about to update us on the air conditioner situation."
Juice resisted the urge to send Clara a glare as he turned to face Gemma. He gave Gemma a sheepish grin as he broke the bad news. "The air conditioner guy won't be able to make it till next week. He's all booked up."
Gemma tossed her purse down on to the sofa letting out a sigh as she spoke. "Shit. You called Michael Garrison Sr right, not the Jr right? The Jr is a little shit who doesn't know an air conditioner unit from his ass."
"Yeah. Garrison Sr. said he's booked up solid straight until Tuesday next week. Everyone's been having air conditioner troubles...I'll get another box fan in here right away" Juice explained adding on the last part in hopes that it would save him from Gemma's wrath.
Gemma nodded her head a scowl on her face. She quickly decided that she'd have to talk to Clay about this herself. She wasn't going to suffer until next week.
Juice took his chance to hurriedly escape the office before Gemma had a chance to scold him over this.
Clara bit the inside of her cheek readying herself for some malicious comment from Gemma about Juice's hanging out in here.
She was shocked as Gemma nodded over to her saying the last thing she expected. "We're having a dinner at my place Saturday night to welcome your Uncle home. You should come."
Clara dropped her jaw overwhelmed by this act of hospitality from Gemma. For the past two days Clara had walked on eggshells around the woman fearing exchanging blows with her, and now Gemma was inviting her to dinner.
She did her best to recover from her shock as she spoke up. "Do I need to bring anything?"
"Nope just your appetite. Chibs will take you, so no reason to tell you the address." Gemma replied as she began to sort through her purse searching for her pack of cigarettes.
Clara felt her stomach churn at this statement. She wasn't about to believe for even a second that Gemma had become so supportive of this relationship over night.
She wasn't going to even try to assume that this dinner invite was Gemma's way of offering her an olive branch.
Gemma didn't seem to be the kind of woman to apologize first. She seemed more like the type that held on to grudges.
She had to wonder just what Gemma had up her sleeves with this entire welcome home dinner.
Clara was pretty sure that Bobby coming back from Lake Tahoe was no new development. After all he'd been doing his Elvis act for over a decade now and as far as she knew no one had ever thrown him a welcome home dinner before.
Clara did her best to ignore any bad vibes she had about this entire dinner invitation as she spoke up. "I'll be there."
She did her best to smile despite the horrible feeling developing in her gut.
This was just an innocent dinner she tried to tell herself.
If it was so innocent though why did she feel like she had just been given some kind of death sentence?
She took a deep breath knowing that she'd have to watch her back Saturday. Gemma couldn't be trusted.
Chibs stood by Clara in her apartment; his hands buried in hot sudsy water as he cleaned up the after effects of the dinner Clara had cooked for them.
It only seemed fair given the wonderful meal Clara had made them.
Chibs couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten such an amazing meal. He also couldn't remember the last time he'd washed dishes for a woman that wasn't his mother.
He hadn't enjoyed an evening this much in years. Being here with Clara made him feel incredible.
Over the past few days they'd spent more and more time together; kissing, laughing, and just getting familiar with this change in their relationship.
For Chibs it was heavenly; feeling this way about a woman for the first time in so long. His heart had been broken by the loss of his family, and Clara was slowly putting his shattered poor heart back together just as he was repairing her broken heart.
He was falling for her fast and hard. It was both thrilling and nerve wracking. It had happened so quickly.
He hadn't even seen it coming. All he knew was that night up on that hill at their little picnic something had clicked within him. As he'd laid there holding her staring up at the stars he knew that this was right where he was meant to be.
Clara was everything he'd told himself that he didn't deserve to have; sweet, smart, funny, and gorgeous.
She made him feel good. It had been so long since anyone had made him smile the way she did.
He couldn't help but to fear that a guy like him simply didn't deserve a girl like her. He feared messing this all up and breaking her heart in the process.
Chibs couldn't bear the thought of losing her somehow. He didn't want to go back to the way things had been before she reentered his life.
He didn't want to go back to meaningless sex with croweaters. He never wanted to return to sleeping all alone in bed at night.
He had always heard older jaded guys in the club say that old ladies came and went. They'd always told him that it was hard to find a good woman that was willing to stand by your side through all the bullshit.
He knew that Clara was more than an old lady to him though, she was his friend. She was one of the first people in Charming whom he had connected with.
The years that had gone by with them having lost contact were more lonely than he'd ever admit. He never wanted to risk losing her again.
Clara took a sip from her glass of rich red wine before she popped one of the few remaining appetizers she'd made into her mouth. They were her favorite appetizers to make and eat, little cherry tomatoes stuffed with mozzarella and basil.
She had made a full Italian feast for Chibs and she; Tuscan chicken breasts, penne pasta with tomato and herb cream sauce, garlic bread, red wine for her, and a bottle of beer for Chibs.
Chibs had tried not to stuff himself but he knew he'd failed. He was pretty sure that between Clara's cooking and Bobby's cooking he was going to become fat quick.
Clara had been surprised just how much she'd enjoyed cooking this meal for the two of them. It really had been so long since she'd actually made a big dinner like this. And it had been even longer since she'd made dinner for someone she adored.
She'd already decided that she would have to do this again very soon.
Clara had been pleased to see that Chibs had enjoyed her cooking so much. It was nice to see that he'd eaten every crumb on his plate.
It was such a change from Mitch who'd always complained that her cooking was so rich. He hated that she liked to cook abundant dishes with full heavy ingredients.
He had been such a health freak, an even bigger health freak than Clara. It seemed that the man had lived on kale smoothies and arugala salads.
Clara knew that she might overdue it at times with exercise, smoothies and the occasional juice cleanses, but at least she still knew how to enjoy meals that weren't exactly health conscious.
Clara would never deprive herself in such a way. In her opinion you only got one life, and Clara wasn't going to waste that one life not enjoying her favorite foods.
Clara shook her head shaking all thoughts of Mitch and his weird diet quirks from her mind as she took another sip of her wine.
She managed to speak up as she placed her wine glass back on the counter. "It's been too long since I've cooked a meal like this."
"I hope ya keep it up." Chibs remarked a grin developing on his face as he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.
Clara smiled pressing a kiss to Chibs' cheek in return before she spoke. "I used to cook during all the holidays with my family. Bobby always let me do the side dishes. My mom is hopeless in the kitchen. So Bobby taught me everything I know. I try to repay him by cooking meals like this. I guess it's my way of proving to myself that I remember everything he taught me even if it seemed like I wasn't paying any attention."
Chibs chuckled as he rinsed off a sauce pan placing it in the drying rack. "No wonder yer his favorite niece. If ya cooked like that fer me every holiday ya'd be my favorite too."
She let out a soft laugh tempted to point out that she was Bobby's only niece, but she held that comment in. She spoke up not helping but to be curious about Chibs' past holidays. "What do you usually do for the holidays?"
"I go ta Gemma's when she has a big meal fer us all. Other than that I jus hang out at the clubhouse." Chibs explained knowing that this sounded depressing.
He knew that it actually was pretty depressing, but he had found that it was best not to spend his time focusing on it.
"What about your family? They don't come see you?" Clara asked knowing that Chibs had never really discussed his family outside of his estranged wife and daughter.
She imagined that talking about his life before Charming must be difficult for him, but she truly was curious. What was his family like, his parents, his siblings?
He shrugged his shoulders a little surprised that he felt quite comfortable talking about his family with her. It was something he usually avoided talking about. "My da ran off when I was bout ten. He wasn't ready ta care of three kids I guess. We were pretty poor; we lived in a housin estate. It wasn't a nice place ta live, rough and in horrible condition, a lotta gangs and crime. We moved out ta Ireland when I was a teenager, but the neighborhood wasn't any better. I was ta oldest child in the family. I have a brother named Malcolm and a sister named Cait. My ma died a few months before my Kerrianne was born. She had bad asthma and jus stopped breathin in the night. It was a bit of a shock. My ma an I were close. She was a strong woman, kept us kids in line growin up."
He paused not having thought of his mother in years. Moria Anne Telford was a tough woman, she survived alcoholic parents, an immature husband who ran out on her, and raising three children, all while working for meager wages on the assembly line at a tire factory.
Chibs had always looked up to his mother; he'd admired her strength. He guessed in a way he'd been a momma's boy. His mother had always been the one person he could trust to tell anything. Her death had shaken him to the core.
Moria's death had been all the more difficult given that she'd not lived to meet her granddaughter Kerrianne.
Chibs was only grateful that his mother hadn't lived to see his losing Fiona and Kerriane, his being scarred, and his finally fleeing Ireland. He knew that his being scarred would have broken the woman.
He cleared his throat hoping that Clara hadn't spotted the sorrow in his eyes at the mention of his mother. "I was always close to my sister. Cait married young. The bastard ran off and left her with my nephew Padraic. She went back to Scotland and took up workin as a schoolteacher in Glasgow. She's a smart lass, went ta school and earned er degree while raisin up Padriac. Once I joined SAMBEL, I'd take the ferry up ta see her and the boy every few months. I'd bring as much money as I could spare and we'd have a party with all the sweets Padriac could stomach. He's a good lad. He joined up with SAMBEL not long ago. I'm proud of him."
Clara nodded her head not helping but to feel guilty at the look of pain that flashed through Chibs' eyes at the mention of his mother.
She did her best to give him a smile as she spoke deciding that the subject of his nephew seemed to be a happy one. "So is Padriac your only nephew?"
"Aye. I have two nieces from my brother, Bonnie and Lorna, but Malcolm and I have never seen eye ta eye. He's always been the smart one in tha family. He made it up into a university. He studied music. He's a professor at the same university he attended. He doesn't agree with my life choices and his wife aint too fond of me. Any time we try ta talk it jus equals a huge blow up. I jus decided it was best ta avoid talkin to him. I haven't seen him in over a decade." Chibs explained a frown developing on his face at the mention of his brother.
"What's your sister think of...the club and all of that?" Clara asked wondering if Cait was completely different from Malcolm and that was why Chibs and she were close.
"She doesn't like it, but she doesn't say anythin. I guess she figured out I aint goin ta listen. She's protective of me...like I said she an I have always been close. She wasn't too pleased with me when her son joined up with SAMBEL though...the muppet didn't bother to tell his ma before he hopped on a ferry over ta Belfast." Chibs stated chuckling a bit at his somewhat ditsy nephew's antics.
Clara gave him a playful smile as she spoke. "So I'm guessing he's a mini Chibs?"
Chibs returned her smile as he placed another pan onto the drying rack. "Aye. He's ta son I never had."
Clara shook her head unable to even imagine how much Padriac took after his uncle. She couldn't help but to hope that she could one day meet the man. She was curious to meet someone whom Chibs adored so clearly.
She gave him a soft smile as she spoke up. "You're a good uncle ahuvi."
"Ya aint callin me an idiot or an arse in Hebrew are ya?" He teased causing her to let out a laugh.
She shook her head as she spoke. "No it's something nice I promise."
Clara let out a sigh as she thought of what was to happen Saturday night. Only two days away. "Gemma invited me to Saturday night dinner. Said it's to welcome Bobby home. Said you were going to take me."
Chibs felt his stomach churn upon hearing this information. How would Clara and he hide their relationship until they had a chance to break it to Bobby. He imagined it would be an impossible task.
So what were they supposed to do? Just tell him Saturday right there at Gemma and Clay's house? He let out a sigh knowing that they might not have much of a choice.
He attempted to give Clara a smile though it came out a bit weak. "Do ya want me to pack ya a switchblade or a ninja star in yer purse? Ya know jus in case Gemma tries to jump ya at the dinner table."
Clara let out a huff not amused at Chibs' attempt at humor. She shook her head trying not to chuckle at the image that appeared in her head of her throwing a shiny deadly ninja star at Gemma over the dinner table. "I'm not even going to give that a response."
She took another sip of wine as she spoke again. "I feel like I should be prepared to be added to the menu...she's going to eat me alive. I mean she's not exactly pro us as a couple."
Chibs shook his head wanting to tell her that she was wrong. He had a feeling though that Gemma's dinner invite wasn't innocent.
He pulled his hands out of the water drying them before he placed a gentle hand on her cheek. She turned to face him as he leaned in pressing his lips to hers. He spoke up hoping that he sounded encouraging. "Don't ya worry bout a thing lass. Nothin Gemma does is goin ta change my mind bout us."
Clara gave him a small smile her heart lifting a bit until she spoke up. "I'm more worried about Bobby than I am about her."
Chibs nodded his head his stomach rolling at the thought of Bobby finding out about Clara and he. He swallowed the lump developing in the back of his throat as he spoke up. "We'll figure yer uncle out alainn. He might be pissed, but he'll cool down and learn ta at least tolerate us together."
Clara nodded her head as she reached down twisting the heavy plain stainless steel ring she was wearing on her right index finger. She took a deep breath trying to sound positive as she spoke. "I hope you're right. I mean...hopefully Bobby will take into account that you won't screw up like my ex did."
She turned her eyes to the floor mentally kicking herself for bringing up Mitch. No man wanted to hear about his girlfriend's ex fiancée.
She was taken by surprise as Chibs spoke up his voice tight. "I was pissed when I found out what he did ta ya. I never did like Mitch...I never got how ya wound up with a prick like him."
Clara shrugged her shoulders embarrassed to admit her past failures when it came to her ex fiancee. "Everything he ever told me was a lie. Mitch told me that his mother died giving birth to him and that his father was an abusive drunk who had grown up in an orphanage. He told me he grew up in housing projects and wound up in foster care when he was ten after his father beat him to a bloody pulp. He told me that when he was about fourteen social services found his grandfather on his father's side. He said his grandfather was a wealthy man. That he invented some slot machine and was rolling in cash from it. He made up this elaborate fairy tale about his life, a real rags to riches story. I didn't find out the truth about his past until I was sitting in that police station. It turns out Mitch was born on some farm in Iowa. He was a small town boy with two loving parents and a ton of siblings."
She paused feeling worse and worse as she revealed all of her regrets to Chibs. "I worshiped him in a way I guess. Mitch sold himself to me as some sort of prince charming. He was wealthy, handsome, and brilliant. I had a wedding and babies dancing around in my head. He promised me a beautiful life something more than what I grew up with. I did have my doubts...I mean I noticed that some bits of the stories he told me didn't match up with other stories he told me. Any time I confronted him about it he always turned it around on me. He tried to make it seem like I was being unfair, attacking him. He would turn it around on me and I'd crumble and start apologizing."
"It got to be a cycle with us. Me apologizing for things rather they were my fault or not. I played the pretty young fiancée for him. I went to parties on his arm and threw dinner parties for his investors. I doted on him even when he didn't deserve it." Clara admitted making Chibs heart drop.
He spoke up hating that he was having to ask her this. "He never...got rough with ya?...never hit ya?"
She shook her head as she spoke. "No. I would have killed him if he had. He wasn't violent. He was just an ass. He tried to keep me from getting sick of his shit by dropping extravagant gifts on me. I had designer shoes, the best clothing and jewelry money could buy. I had a fur coat...can you believe it a damn vintage mink coat in the middle of the desert."
She paused shaking her head as she told more about her extravagant lifestyle with Mitch Daniels. "I had a brand new off the lot Mini Cooper. He'd take me on amazing vacations...I went to Jamaica and the Bahamas. He took my mother with us to the Bahamas. He bought my mother nice furniture and fancy jewelry. She got a new nice little house and was able to retire early. Mitch gave me money to launch my jewelry business. Any time I had any doubts I'd just get another gift. I told myself that it was just his way of showing his love for me ; buying me nice things. I never imagined that the truth was so...horrible. I never saw anything coming until the truth slapped me in the face."
She rolled her eyes as she spoke again it hurting to imagine what Chibs must think of her story. "I must seem very dumb to you...letting myself be fooled so easily. I must seem so naive, ignoring my intuition and allowing myself to be distracted by expensive gifts. I know it makes me look greedy."
"Yer a kind person lass. Ya trust and love people without even questionin it. That's a rare trait in this life. Ya jus put yer trust in the wrong person. It was a mistake anyone coulda made. It's nothin ta be ashamed of. So what if ya got a bit taken by the gifts? I bet a lotta people would do the same. Ya jus loved someone who didn't deserve ya." Chibs insisted taking her by surprise as he leaned in pressing his lips to hers.
He pulled away only a tiny bit speaking before he pressed his lips back to hers. "I'm goin to do whatever it takes ta deserve ya alainn."
She pulled back from him placing a gentle hand on his cheek. She ran her thumb along one of his scars as she spoke up. "I think I'm the one that doesn't deserve you yakiri."
She laughed as he raised his eyebrow at the unfamiliar word. She leaned up managing to whisper a quick translation in his ear.
She barely managed to pull back when his lips locked over hers in a searing deep kiss.
Chibs wrapped his arms around her pulling her close to him. She wound her arms around his neck arching against him as he worked up the nerve to slide his hands down her body finally settling them at her backside.
His tongue coaxed her mouth open moving it against hers lazily. She let out a soft gasp as he ran his hands up her body eagerly tracing her skin underneath the pink tank top she was wearing.
She whimpered as he pulled away his eyes locking down on hers. He spoke up his voice husky. "Bedroom?"
Clara only managed to nod her head as Chibs reached out pulling the drain plug on the sink causing the soapy water to go down the drain. He pressed his lips back to hers as he spoke joking about the remaining dirty dishes. "I'll clean em tomorrow I swear."
She chuckled the joke lightening any anxiety she might have about what was about to occur.
It had been so long since she'd done this with anyone. She wanted this so badly. Her body felt as though it had been set ablaze and his touch seemed to be the only thing that soothed it.
They managed to stumble towards her bedroom his lips never leaving hers. Clara let out a soft gasp as she fell back on her bed his body wasting no time to move over hers.
He stared down at her finding her so beautiful lying below him the light on her bedside table giving the room a pleasant glow.
Chibs was thankful that he'd already ditched his kutte and all his weapons on Clara's bedroom dresser when he'd first arrived at her apartment. He knew that the sight of the weapons on him might kill the mood.
He pressed his lips to hers their kisses deep and passionate. His arms wrapped around her holding her tight and close against him.
Clara ran her hands up his sides pushing the black shirt he'd been wearing up as she moved. She pushed his shirt over his head causing him to pluck it from his body and toss it across the room.
Chibs stared down at her almost fearing that she'd be turned off by the weight that had seemed to accumulate around his waist over the past few years.
Clara bit her bottom lip as her eyes traced his torso. She couldn't help but to admire his strong arms and the ink along his skin. She smiled as she spotted the blank Celtic ink over his heart; Kerrianne. She was unable to resist reaching up and running her fingers along the tattoo. It was the sweetest thing she'd ever seen; his daughter's name right over his heart. He was keeping the girl he couldn't raise so close.
He smiled all his insecurities dying with the little act. He pressed his lips to hers for only a moment she moved her lips from his pressing them to his cheek down along his neck. He let out a groan as she nipped at his pulse line.
She pulled her lips away as she reached down pulling her top over her head tossing it across the room to join his shirt.
He let his eyes scan her torso appreciatively; the swell of her breasts underneath the delicate red fabric of her bra, her smooth pale skin, and her toned stomach.
She let out a gasp as he pressed his lips to her chin moving them downwards tracing them along her neck. He pressed his lips to her right shoulder sliding them along her warm skin teasing it over the strap of her bra. He pushed the strap aside his lips lingering along the skin that was revealed to him.
She whimpered as his lips finally pressed against her full breasts. He slid his hands behind her running over the fasteners of her bra. Clara tried not to giggle as he let out a frustrated grunt as he continued to fumble with the clasps. The bra simply refused to come unfastened.
Chibs pulled at the clasps feeling so frustrated. He felt more like an inexperienced teenager than a grown man at the moment.
Clara shook her head as she reached behind her placing her hands over his unfastening the bra for him it falling from her body easily.
"Bout time. I was bout to break down and cut the damn thing off ya." Chibs murmured letting out a huff.
He didn't give her a chance to respond as he leaned down taking one of breasts into his mouth sucking and biting at the skin so greedily.
She whined underneath his ministrations. She ran her hands thorough his hair urging him on as he moved on to her other breast sucking the nipple into his mouth running his tongue along hardening bud.
She felt her cheeks flush as he pulled back from her breasts and spoke up his breath hot against her moist sensitive skin. "So gorgeous."
She let out a soft moan as he leaned back down and continued to suckle at her exposed breasts suckling and kissing the bare skin until she was writhing against him.
She parted her legs allowing him to press against her his jean clad hips rocking against her own. She wound her arms around him her right hand messing and tugging at his short hair as he continued to lavish attention on her breasts.
Clara whined as he pulled his hips from hers putting the friction they had built up to an immediate stop. Her whine turned to a gasp as he pressed his lips to her stomach brushing them along her heated smooth skin caressing it. He pressed his lips to every freckle and mark along her skin wanting to kiss every inch of her.
She placed her hands on either side of her as he moved downwards out of her grasp. She let out a low giggle as his facial hair tickled her ribs. She felt him chuckle against her skin as he continued to trace his lips and hands along her body taking in the silky feel of it.
The feel of her skin and her body against his was everything he'd fantasized about and more. He only hoped that she was enjoying this as much as he was.
It hit him suddenly that he was making love to a woman for the first time in so long. This wasn't some quick meaningless fuck. It was love.
He knew that without a doubt he was hers. He doubted any other woman would ever make him feel this good. He'd not felt like this in almost a decade. He couldn't remember if he had ever wanted anyone more than he wanted her right now.
He unclasped her jeans pulling them down her legs allowing them to fall to the floor. Clara felt her cheeks flush worried that the sight of her wide hips and fleshy thighs were far from erotic.
Her fears were lifted as he pressed his lips to her hips obviously not finding a thing wrong with them.
He grinned as he spotted the red lace panties she'd worn. He spoke up teasing her. "Ya wore these fer me?"
"Maybe I just like pretty panties." Clara remarked knowing that her smile told a different story.
She'd dug out the red bra and panty set just for him. It was by far the sexiest lingerie she owned, though she didn't own all that much.
The red lingerie had been bought a few years back when Victoria had taken her out on a shopping trip to cheer her up. Clara had reluctantly bought it at her friend's insistence. She'd never once in a million years thought that they'd be put to use with Chibs.
She let out a moan as he took her by surprise burying his face against her clothed mound and inhaling the scent of her enough to make his hardened member throb. He ran his tongue along her center over the lace causing her moan to only grow louder.
He spoke up as he placed his fingers underneath the sides of her panties pulling them down her legs. "I have ta taste ya alainn."
Clara felt her face flush as he stared at her center. She was thankful that she'd thought to keep things neat leaving just a hint of dark curls over her center.
Her head fell back a cry escaping the back of her throat as he ran his tongue along her, her center wet and hot.
He grunted the sweet taste of her urging him on as he lapped at her his tongue teasing her. She arched against him her hands grasping at the bedsheets as he lapped and sucked.
She let out a moan her hips rocking forward as his tongue found her clit flicking the sensitive little button. He took notice of this and continued to tease her clit flicking and licking at it.
She grinded her hips against him her hand reaching up to toy with her breast as he continued. She could feel herself creeping closer and closer to the edge. She knew it wouldn't be long before she fell over it.
She spoke up her voice thick with need. She knew that she couldn't wait for him any longer. She wanted to cum with him inside of her. "Need you now please Filip."
He pulled away from her his member throbbing at the words. He moved back up her body and she reached forward unfastening his SAMCRO belt and unbuttoning his jeans.
She pushed them down pushing his black boxers down with them as far as she could. He tilted his hips up working his jeans down off his legs grateful that they'd both ditched their shoes before dinner.
"Condoms?" He blurted out praying that she had something. He knew that if he had to put his jeans back on and run home to fetch a condom, the mood might be killed.
"Bedside table." Clara blurted out as she reached out opening the drawer for him.
He reached into the drawer his hand searching frantically for a condom. He let out a frustrated huff as he failed to find just what he was looking for.
Clara pushed his hand aside pulling out a small wooden jewelry box. She opened it her cheeks flushing at the abundance of condoms within the box.
She spoke up knowing that her cheeks were bound to be tomato red by now. "I wasn't sure what size to get...so I just bought a few boxes and dumped them in here."
He chuckled as he finally found the appropriate foil package. He spoke up his voice a little smug. "Good thing ya bough large lass."
She laughed wanting to playfully call him a jerk, but she knew he wasn't joking about the large thing.
She bit her bottom lip her center aching at the sight of his hardened member, thick and ready for her.
She felt her stomach roll knowing that this might be a little painful, it had been so long.
She had no idea how to express this to him. It sounded so cheesy in her head be gentle with me.
She managed to speak up stumbling over her words embarrassed. "I haven't...done...this in a long...well a really long time...I-I just...I.."
He pressed his lips to hers silencing her with a deep hot kiss. He pulled away placing a gentle hand on her cheek as he spoke up. "I wouldn't be anythin but gentle with ya Clara."
She nodded her head thankful that she hadn't made a fool of herself. She locked her lips against his her legs parting for him.
He pulled away from her lips his eyes scanning her body. He let out a moan pleased at the sight of her below him her legs parted exposing her soaking center, her body so ready for him, her eyes dark with lust.
Chibs stared at her wanting to commit the sight to memory.
He positioned himself over her taking himself in his hand grunting at the touch. She whimpered as he ran the tip of his member along her slit teasing her. He moaned knowing that she was soaking for him.
She gasped her head falling back as he thrusted into her stretching her tight channel. He moaned the feel of her taunt walls around him so intense. He couldn't help but to never want to leave her tight heat.
He wrapped his arms around her holding her close to him as he began to thrust finding the perfect rhythm. He kept his forehead pressed to hers their heavy breaths hitting one another through parted lips. The only sound in the room was their gasps and soft moans.
She held on to him the feel of him inside of her almost overwhelming. She couldn't remember if anything had ever felt this amazing.
He pressed his lips to her neck nipping at the skin as he moved against her. He spoke up his hot breath hitting her. "So good lass."
She dug her nails into his back too caught up in her own pleasure to even form words. She did her best to rock back against him trying to meet him thrust to thrust. She had never felt this connected to someone as she did right now.
He knew just how to move his hips. He knew how to keep her craving more. She wrapped her legs around him as she tilted her hips upwards allowing him to move deeper within her.
Chibs groaned placing his hands on her hips as he knelt back on his knees wanting to move a little quicker. Clara let out a sharp moan as she glanced downwards the sight of him moving in and out of her sending a shot of lust straight through her.
She was unable to resist the urge to snake her hand down her body placing her fingertips over her clit. She touched herself massaging the little button causing everything she was feeling to multiply.
He moaned at the sight. He was sure that he'd never seen something more erotic in his entire life. He spoke up his voice low as he peered down at her fingers watching her. "That's it lass. Show me jus what ya like."
She whined the sensations of him moving in and out of her, her fingers on her clit, and his words pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
The orgasm she'd felt creeping up on her had made its return inching up within her with each thrust. The feel of him hot and hard inside of her was amazing. She couldn't remember if she'd ever felt this good before in her life.
She cried out her body tightening around him like a vice as she came. He groaned the feel of her tight around him her body shuddering so much better than any thing he could have imagined.
Clara moved her fingers away from her clit as she held on to him needing to be close to him.
He laid back over her and continued to rock against her through her orgasm. He knew that he wanted her to cum again at least once before he met his end. He wasn't sure if he'd manage to make that possible though.
He could feel his end sneaking up on him the knowledge that he was doing this with Clara making this so intense. All he could focus on was how much he adored the woman underneath him.
He held her tight against him his thrusts remaining gentle just as he'd promised as she shook and gasped still reeling from her climax. He moaned the feel of her tightening around him and the sight of her cumming too much for him to take. The words spilled from his mouth as his thrusts became erratic. "Tha gaol agam ort."
And with that he came hard spilling into the condom shuddering against her. She held on to him as he buried his head against her neck moaning against her.
He collapsed on her his body still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. She ran her hand up and down his sweat damped back a soft smile developing along her face.
He pressed his lips to her neck kissing her damp skin before he moved upwards connecting his lips with hers the kiss gentle. He reluctantly pulled out of her before he reached down pulling the condom off before knotting it and tossing it in the waste basket beside Clara's bed.
She curled up against him her head resting on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He closed his eyes his body relaxed against her, so elated to be here with her.
She spoke up curiosity getting the better of her. "What did you say?"
He opened his eyes his stomach aching at his slip of words. What if she didn't like what he'd blurted out? What if she thought that it was too soon?
He didn't want to ruin this moment here with her. No one had made him feel this amazing in so long. He didn't want to lose her over his own big mouth. "I'll tell ya later lass. Jus get some sleep."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead teasing her as he spoke. "I need ya well rested fer round two."
She let out a sleepy giggle knowing that there defiantly would be a round two. She shoved her curiosity off to the back of her mind as she closed her eyes falling into a deep sleep.
He swallowed the lump developing in the bck of his throat contemplating his deceleration of love. Was it true? Did he love her? Or was it just a slip of tongue brought on by pleasure?
He stared down at Clara taking in the sight of her curled up tightly against him her head resting on his chest.
He thought about how wonderful things had been with her so far. It had been exciting seeing their relationship move far beyond friendship.
Clara was special to him. She was as kindhearted as she was beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have her, and she'd chosen him of all people.
All he knew was that he meant what he'd said earlier; he wanted to do whatever it took to truly deserve her.
What was love really? He was pretty sure he had idea about what it was. It was wanting to give someone your best. Knowing that you would do anything for that special person. Knowing that you'd do anything to protect that person. Knowing that you'd be perfectly happy spending an eternity finding different ways to make them smile.
He wanted all of that with Clara Munson.
Chibs ran his hand up and down her back as he pressed another kiss to her forehead the translation sliding out his mouth. "I love you Clara. I love you alainn."
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Chapter title Song: Fools Rush In - Bow Wow Wow.
Fools rush in
Where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know
When we met
I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in
"'ahuvi": Yiddish/Hebrew (my beloved)
YA-KI-RI : Yiddish/Hebrew formal), meaning 'darling'
Alainn : Scottish Gaelic meaning beautiful
Tha gaol agam ort. : Scottish Gaelic meaning: I love you