He'd parked his bike out front this time, an obvious proprietary marker and also a subtle warning to her that he was already inside. She'd still taken her time entering the house, settling into the minutely awkward but plain comfort of knowing he was there, the intrinsic feeling that something had changed the space of the house. He'd left his gloves on the table, his keys hung. And she wasn't completely sure how she felt about it – except that it brandished a warmth over her skin that held even after she'd unlaced and kicked her boots into the hall.
"Wow." Her hand lifted to reflexively drag the tie from her hair as he studied her steps from her living room chair, knowing that if she didn't he'd have his fingers prying on it soon enough. "You still have eighteen hours on the clock, Telford. Sure you don't wanna leave and come back again?"
His eyes tripped over the downward fall of her hair against dark fabric as his head cocked into his hand, shoulders laxing as he let her own the full wattage of the smile he aimed at her. "C'mere."
She dropped her bag to the coffee table tiredly, leaning her hands forward into the way he offered his palms up into her stretching movement. His hips jacked lower into the plush chair as she straddled his lap and stretched into him on a weary groaning, spine loosening into the way he was wrapping her hands up behind her and locking them there. Ally let her hair tip forward over his face as she plied long and dragging kisses against him, feeling the tensing of his fingers around hers as his jaw lifted into the languid lay of her tongue along his. The curve of her smile was what he tasted as she pulled a fraction back from him, eyes meeting his in the darkened living room.
"We really need to talk."
"Talk then." He nodded, his voice chipping up a contrary note.
"We, not me." Ally tipped her head in an unguarded accusation.
Chibs smirked into her demand and nodded slowly, "I know."
"Lemme change first." She nodded another kiss against him, laughing breath into it as she tried to pull from his hands and just got dragged down tighter and closer into his lap, his arms unforgiving as they closed on her.
"Y'don't have to." He shook the words off, letting his eyes slope her shoulders and down, raking over the darkness of the uniform.
He considered it quietly, letting his gaze wander down the front of her as he searched the patches and badge and the markings she wore. They weren't necessarily all that different from the layered trappings on his cut. Not when removed from her world and placed directly into his lap. Just signals and signs of where she stood and the ranking of her life. Just the things that marked how similar yet separate they were.
Ally just pressed her forehead into his, "I'm tired and I wanna change."
"Hungry?" he loosened up on her fingers, guiding his palms along her hips as she untangled from him.
"Sorta."
"Chucky's mac and cheese in the kitchen." He cast after her, angling in the chair so that he could watch her as she walked away from him, a smile lifted in her direction as she turned an appreciative glance over him. "Probably still warm."
"An IRA biker gun runner brought me macaroni and cheese made by a guy who had his fingers cut off by the Chinese mafia?" she was already drawing off the uniform shirt as he watched her movements, "Suddenly my life is beyond surreal."
"Former IRA." His scars delved into flush dimples, "And consider yourself blessed for not knowin' why they cut 'em off."
"Former?" she cocked disbelief at him. "Should I know why?"
He cheekily tisked a noise against his cheek, "Y'really don't wanna."
She couldn't keep herself from smiling into the fact that there was a black button down shirt laying spread across her bed, her fingertips lingering on it softly as his steps tracked into the room behind her. The heady smell of food was a welcoming warmth as he moved by her, a plastic container set to the bedside table as he clattered the forks beside it and before she'd really drawn her fingers completely off fabric he was leaned along her back.
Ally lifted her hands from the way his arms curled around her to draw fabric from her skin slowly, touches slow and intentionally gentled. "That's the first shirt I took off you, Telford."
"I know that." He tipped against her shoulder, already sloping her pants off her hips with movements that weren't sexual, but intentionally careful in design.
He was being so intentionally softened.
It nerved her up. Made her question his movements and motives.
Made her question everything in a sudden lack of oxygen to her lungs.
"Filip, you're freaking me out." She angled her jaw into the way he was riding his chin along her shoulder.
The warm chuckle he angled into her ear didn't do much to soothe the jagged edges of her nerves but she let him strip her completely anyhow, her hands curled open and waiting as he lifted the shirt from the bed and slid into the spot it had been in, handing it up as he licked along his lips and brushed his hands on the outsides of her thighs. There was enough of a chill on his rings that her muscles tightened as she drew the shirt on, only clasping a few buttons as he smiled at her.
"Seriously?" She let a finger lift to ride his quiet lips, the cuff of his shirt widely undone and dark against her pale skin.
"Talk." He nodded once before leaning to her side, reaching for the food he'd brought as the other hand drew her forward by clipping the backs of her knees, angling her back into his lap in a more than practiced manner as he lifted the uncovered container.
Ally shied him a scrutinizing glance, taking the bowl between them as she shifted her legs around him and took the fork he was offering, stabbing at the food. "I'm supposed to believe that Wayne Unser is happy about being an accessory to this?"
"No," he took a bite of his own as he shook his head, chewing before swallowing hard and quick, "he's not thrilled. But it works."
"Has something with Teller changed? Something I need to worry about?" she finally took a forkful into her mouth, sighing into the warm smoothness on her tongue.
Chibs just banked a cocked grin at the groaned noise of appreciation she made as she swallowed, "Not… It's not necessarily Jackie. It's… everything."
"Okay." She sighed off and stabbed at the macaroni and cheese again, lifting the fork between them as she continued. "And should I be worried that the biker population in this town has doubled?"
"Crime's gone down though, yeah?" his face had shaded more serious, an obvious conflict darkening his eyes.
Ally angled her head in a silent acceptance, a quiet laugh wrinkling her nose as he took the next bite off her fork before she'd been able to lift in past him. He chewed on it silently, hands dragging down against her waist so that he could shift the way she was pressing into him, swallowing down the food and a groan as her spine arched into the movement and pressed her harder into his groin. He flared a sparing look into the way she was smiling down on him.
"Take this." She handed the bowl down into his hand.
"You wanted to talk." He whispered into the way her palms flushed his jaw line, thumbs rising to run from his lips and along his scars, making his eyes thin worriedly.
"I still do." She studied his face harder than usual and it made him flush self conscious as she continued looking over him. "You know the accent kills me, right?"
"I do." He tried to shirk the smile down but she forced his head to stay angled upward, the color of his eyes a shaded guarding as he watched her back. "So talk."
"Unser says you can't walk away from me." She leaned the words tighter over him, a smug curve on her lips that slowly faded off. "Don't lie to me. For once, just…don't."
His jaw flickered under her fingers and the guarding glance stayed in place, regardless of the sudden dropping softness of his voice "Would've done by now, don't y'think? You're a bigger pain in the ass than advertised, Althea."
She shifted tighter into his lap, fingers pinning a fraught pressure on his jaw, "Filip."
"Dead men don't lie." His eyes sparked a bit in the inferred admission he was making, the slackened relaxation if his body against her bed seeming so innocuous and innocent to the heaviness of the statement. "And he's been on God's repo list for years."
The surprise that ravaged her lungs was frozen open, locking the movement of them as he just gave her a tensed nod, one fractional movement that kept her rib cage stopped still. And because he was treading in a repeat pattern of patience, he waited her out, watching the vulnerable ripple of emotions tip new colors into her eyes. The good of golds and greens and browns seemed to outweigh any darkness as she stayed still silent and it finally brought him to a pointed smirk.
"So, y'don't want any more of this?" he lifted the bowl awkwardly, "Because I feel like an idiot."
"I didn't say that." She cocked over him, taking the bowl back with a smug smirk as she bore down tighter into his lap, letting her legs wrap on him possessively. "Don't you dare take my food away, Scotty."
Chibs felt his lips tighten on a smile. "You wanted to talk, remember?"
"I want to eat." She countered as a peace agreement, a smile still riding so warmly on her lips that her eyes coppered up in color. "I want to wear this shirt and I want to eat Chucky's macaroni and cheese."
"He couldn't stop wankin' himself." He shrugged his palms back on the mattress, shoulders lazy as his head dropped back slightly, eyes still focused on her features as she perked him a confused glance. "Lin took his fingers because he had a compulsive dick in hand problem."
"Now you're just making shit up." She glared on him.
Chibs just grinned as his brow lifted, "Am I?"
She let him win the blind fight when her cell phone pealed off into the darkness, not really reaching all that intently. His hand broke against hers as he kept his mouth cradled into the curve of her throat, sucking a welt into her skin as he drove his hips higher against hers and jerked her fingers back to the bed. A brash growl scraped off her skin as he rode against her bared waist and snagged the phone off the table, squinting into the way it lit up as he searched the brightened screen.
The flare of the blue toned light sharpened the shearing anger that cleaned his face of any of the lusted affection he'd been pouring onto her, "Boy's gonna find a maker, Althea. Even if it isn't his own."
She tugged at his wrist as she angled up, rolling her eyes into the fact that her caller ID had pinged Dulane's cell. "Ignore it."
He cocked a derisive glance into the pleading of her voice. "This ends. You make it clear or I will."
"Ignore it." She repeated into him on a hush as she lifted her hands back against his neck, drawing down against tensed muscles. "He's probably trashed."
"You make it clear," Chibs let the phone drop back to the mattress as his mouth grazed hers, "or I will."
"All right." She nodded a plaintive smile up at him. "Relax, Scotty."
"I'm fine, Lieutenant." He shunted her jaw back up as he aimed his lips to her throat, beard rasping red on her. "He's got a real retardation problem, though."
She couldn't help but laugh into the succinctly droll drop of the words on her skin, her phone still letting off a jangling as she pressed down on his shoulders, head laxing back on a sigh as he aimed lower.