She wasn't necessarily surprised to find him leaned up long and lanky against the driver's side door of her car. Didn't mean she didn't take a moment to enjoy the denim and leather laden glory of it before she swallowed down and turned a glance to the back of her car. Movement had caught her eye and she squinted into the way one of his friends was crouched down at the back of her vehicle. Tig's left hand was pressed against the back of the SUV, his right palming under her muffler in a way that made her suddenly tighten up rigid.
"Trager." Her voice clapped hard over the both of them. "Wanna step away from the vehicle right now, please?"
He looked up sharply and she ignored the fact that Chibs just angled a lazed grin between the two of them. Tig just drew his hands both off the car, balancing himself up onto flat feet far more nimbly than she'd expected out of him. He caught his hands onto his hips and shrugged as he glared back down over the uneven muffler and cocked his head. He stepped back as he angled his head farther to the left and waved loose fingers toward the back end of her car.
"Carriage is jacked. You're ridin' a little low, Sheriff." The words came back up with a blue eyed grin.
She gave him a deadpan glance before glaring her way back to the Scot. "Tell me about it."
"Oh, my love, straight to the heart." He hissed off the dig with a brash smile and a gloved hand against his chest, catching Trager's laughter and adding to it with his own before he jerked his head toward Red Woody. "Tiggy, beat it."
"Just offering some friendly advice to our lovely Sheriff." The other man taunted between the two of them as he passed by, giving her an up and down glance for good measure, "Lookin' good today, Jarry."
"I know." She agreed slowly as he flashed a grin.
"I'm sure you do, ma'am." He cast back as he leaned into the door and disappeared.
Ally turned her head back toward him, catching the supposedly relaxed way he was sidled back into her car, his arms still looping his chest in a way that flared the pass of his hips in her direction. She avoided looking down for as long as she could before forcing her glance to meet his. The amused smile he'd been wearing had suddenly sheared off and he was staring hard at her, jaw pent tight as he bit down on it.
"You and Jackie boy all friendly now?" he questioned softly, his voice a little more than vehement, "Got everything all figured out?"
"For once, you don't need to know." She responded quietly, matching his stance unconsciously so that her arms were laced tightly under her breasts in a way that led his eyes over her briefly. "Please tell me he did not just low jack my fucking car, Filip."
"This is the way it's goin' t'be?" he exhaled annoyance, his face suddenly passing toward defensive.
Ally stepped into him, forcing his shoulders farther back into the car as one of her hands angled against the door handle, her body bracketing him in. "I guess this is the way it has to be, isn't it?"
He didn't flinch from her, didn't move. "Ally, I'm tryin' to make it work."
"I know." She admitted softly, as she nodded her glance down over the way he'd shifted his hand enough so that his knuckles were rubbing against her stomach. "I can see that."
His other hand nudged hers aside from the door handle and he gripped into it, driving his hips forward into hers to force her movement as he jerked the door open. The other palm laid along her hip as he shifted for space, nodding her into the car with a half smile.
"Unless you wanted to check for tracking devices first." He taunted at her in a husked tone.
"You are a possessive son of a bitch." She hushed back into him on a shaded whisper that drew them closer for hearing. "Wouldn't put it past you."
"And what if I did? What if I told him to do it?" he asked, eyes tripping over her lips as his words weathered slowly between them. "Would it be so bad? Having me at your back should someone decide it's a good idea to run you down as leverage?"
"Someone else running me down isn't what I'm worried about right now." She admitted in a sudden rush of blatant honesty.
"Should be." He responded quietly, avoiding the implication she made about the club as he rubbed the heel of his glove up her rib cage, leather ribbing on cotton. "You worry about your side and I'll worry 'bout mine."
She just nodded and made a shift to move away from him, pausing as though something had stilled her movement, greened eyes tracking up to meet his.
He just smiled ruefully into her silence, eyes softening in humor. "Just can't walk away, can ya, lass? Go ahead and check. I'll wait."
"That's not why." She shook her head quickly and her fingers were suddenly prying him closer by the belt, fidgeting on the buckle.
"Whatcha want then?" he asked in a knowing tease that lit his face, jaw shying lower as her head angled. "Huh? You looking for something before you go, Althea?"
She glared on him and his teasing, shaking her head slowly before she flexed her fingers out and pushed him roughly off her in annoyance. His laughter ratcheted up her spine as he tugged her back by the pocket, a groaning kiss rubbing into the side of her head as he braced his groin up against her ass and palmed her pelvis. She sank her shoulders back into him and let her eyes close as he tugged her tight into the movement, feeling done in and damned by the very thing she'd wanted from him.
"You are lookin' awfully fine today, Sheriff." He whispered on her ear as he leaned her closer to the seat. "Can I find ya later?"
"Apparently I need my back end looked at anyhow." She jaded back to him as she purposefully pulled from his touch, knowing he'd drop a glance to her ass for that one.
So she took her time getting into the car.
She couldn't help herself from temptation when it had his heat on it.
"I wouldn't trust any of those boys to be able to properly handle that situation." He leaned his elbow up onto the top ridge of her door, his smile the sudden terrifyingly perfect cure for anything that had been edging on her.
"I'll call you if it becomes a problem that needs your attention."
"Aye. Do that." He laughed as he pressed off the door and swung it shut, giving her a wink through the window and letting his fist rap against the metal before he turned away.
The sun was warming harsher than he'd expected and he backed the sweat off his neck with the rub of his fingers, head turning up slowly as he heard the harsh sputtering of Unser's truck. Chibs leaned back comfortably on the step to the trailer, purposefully letting his legs go lax in the short space so that they stretched out long before him. He watched the older man pass him a knowing glance as he cut the engine dead and leaned out from the truck. The former Chief's steps were lagging tired and slow in his direction but Chibs made no movement, just watched the approach in silence.
"Took you longer to show than I thought it would." Wayne grunted off, a pile of mail curled in his arm. "This is where you threaten me and all?"
"Been a bit busy. Our appointment had to be delayed." Chibs murmured slowly, letting his head settle back into the metallic door to keep them balanced where they were.
"I bet." Unser's face was dark with knowing annoyance. "Might as well get it over with so we can all get back to our own bullshit."
"I'm not threatenin' you." The Scot sighed off and pressed his palms into his knees, drawing his body up in a whisper of creaked leather so that he could angle to the side, a palm leaning his weight into the trailer. "I'm just tellin' ya."
"Telling me what?" Wayne snorted in derision as he moved toward the door, his steps stalled by the way the other man's hand suddenly caught into his chest and stalled him perfectly still.
"If she comes to you, fine." The accent was suddenly dank and thick and it went dark in the sun's shine as Telford weighted his palm harder into the other man's chest, the movement tipping Unser's balance by just a margin. "But you don't go to her again. Not on this."
"Chibs - "
"She isn't Gemma." His words were laced low and hazy. "And she doesn't need you chirpin' in her ear, little bird."
"Afraid of what she'll hear?" Wayne asked, acting as though unswayed.
The darkness of the other man's eyes thinned as he exhaled and dug into Unser's shirt on a tight grip, "I'm tryin' to save her here, Wayne. Don't get in the way."
"No, you're using her as a goddamn life raft." The short of the two jutted back sharply, his face flustered, "Walking away would go a long way to saving her ass."
"No." Chibs hushed over him before loosening his grip and wiping down the other man's shirt, a tap against his chest as he stepped back. "Not now it wouldn't."
"You let it go too far, Chibs. The both of you did." Unser told him bluntly as he watched the reaper patch face him, voice carrying after the other man's shoulders. "The end of this is gonna be on you."
"No, Chief." the younger man's body suddenly flung back around all dark leather and rough movements, steps carrying him forward into the way his hand found the same place in fabric but jerked and tagged even tighter than before. "It'll be on both of us. And you."
The sudden release of his hand stumbled the former Chief back into the step railing and he leaned there, watching as the other man stalked away fury dulling the leather he was wearing.