If she gave the woman credit for anything, it was the fact that she'd at least waited a good twenty minutes past middle of the night to force a conversation neither of them wanted to actually have.
"I'm about a hundred miles from the vicinity of 'in the mood' for your bullshit, Mrs Teller." She didn't unlatch her focus from the lot facing window, her body intentionally relaxed even though she'd recognized Gemma's iconically floral perfume before it had even had time to really settle into her space.
"Goddamn, Sheriff." The older woman whistled out a sharp sounding breath, her voice purposefully quiet in the studio, most of the others trying to find sleep. "Take a load off. You're gonna give yourself a hemorrhage."
Ally cocked her a tight glance into the antagonizing tone. "I mean it, Gemma."
"It's not the place," the darker woman let her hip flare out a little as she crossed her arms under her breasts, shrugging up with a passive glance, "or the time. I was just checking in."
Ally let off a short breath of disbelief, angling her glance back toward the darkened window, the flared lights angled intentionally into the lot. "Bullshit."
"It's not the time or the place." Gemma repeated in a hushed up whisper. "They're scared. And I'm not going to start shit with someone they think can protect them."
"I can." Althea lifted her shoulder into the way she turned her head, "And that's what terrifies you."
"You don't terrify me, sweetheart." Gemma murmured into a slow shake of her head, a forced up smile curling her lips. "I gotta respect someone to be terrified of them."
Ally intentionally rolled her glance back toward the darkness outside the window, ignoring the sweet voiced jab that the other brunette had given her for as long as she could. "At least we agree on something."
She'd let her tone drop the argument, ignoring the damnable sturdy closeness of the other female beside her. But it didn't last nearly as long as she would have liked. And the obviously intentional continued press of the other woman's presence had her head finally turning back into the way Gemma was studying her with pursed up lips and a tip of the head, her hair perfectly placed and curling low along her shoulders. Ally exhaled slowly, blanking her face into a paused questioning before silently shrugging her shoulders in expectancy.
"What exactly is your game?" the older woman asked tightly, her face looking near on sallow in the studio's lighting. "Because I don't buy into the cop falling for a biker bullshit. You have an agenda, Sheriff."
"Yeah," Ally shrugged plainly into it as she slacked her hands along her hips, her voice banking into a whisper as her head angled closer into the haze of expensive perfume. "Ask me what it is."
Gemma didn't ask, just lifted her shoulders in a sarcastically interested questioning.
"I'm going to take your boy home, pour a couple glasses of wine, and spend the rest of the morning letting him do whatever he wants to me – because he has a pretty extensive list of talents that I damn well enjoy. And when he's done, he's gonna sleep without twisting up about all the shit that he's done today." She easily let a smug smile into the admission, head lifted into it as Gemma searched her face in an obvious arch of distaste. "That's my agenda, Mrs Teller. Giving him a place to forget all the dirty little deeds he does for you and yours. If you have a problem, you tell the club's Vice President where he can put his dick and where he can sleep."
"He loves this - "
"He loves his club." Ally finished tightly for her with a nod of agreement. "And he sleeps next to me. And I'm standing right here. If you had the guts to try and change it, you would have done it already. Get right with it, Gemma. Because I'm getting awfully damn sick of your commentary. "
She angled her head toward the window, her lungs clamped up as she waited for a slap back, whether physical or verbal.
And the lift of her jaw into the sound that echoed and reverberated into the outer walls was made at the same moment Gemma's head turned toward the window in quick interruption. "You make sure it's them before anybody goes out there, Sheriff."
Ally nodded a silent agreement into the concerned ringing in Gemma's tone, lungs loosening into the familiar run of patches she squinted into, her glance nodding . "It's them."
She waited out the rest of them, keeping her steps sidelong from the way a handful of men and women, including Gemma, met them bike side. She hadn't necessarily wanted to curl into that crowd, keeping her distance to intentionally lay a sort of peace between their owning and her presence in a place she probably shouldn't have been in. But she watched over them quietly, letting her arms curl against herself as she counted heads and sorted who was who as they leaned off bikes and tugged off helmets. A certain stab of unshakeable jealousy laid long into her lungs as she caught the way Gemma was comfortably kissing at each of them. There was a smile on the other woman's lips and warmth in her hands as she caught against a face so suddenly perfectly precious to her that she felt as though any headway she'd made moments before was slacked dead into the gutter. Because he laughed into the way Gemma spoke to him, an unexpected boyishness flushing his face as he kissed chastely onto the older woman's lips.
And at the upturn of his jaw, his eyes glancing outward as Gemma moved on to Trager, she forced the jealousy from her face. Tried to anyhow. And miserably failed at the trying before he'd found her with glittered up eyes.
But his smile stayed warmly appreciative as his head cocked into a questioning angle in her direction, blinking a slight confusion as he jammed his gloves into his back pocket. He'd already dumped his helmet to the handle bars, smirking his glance away momentarily as Quinn laid an affectionate clap against his back. When he looked back toward her she matched the smile that he was aiming in her direction, lungs locking up a little as his left hand lifted and he curled his fingers at her in a motion to draw her forward. Ally thinned her eyes and shook her head slightly, scattering a look over everyone else before catching a glance back.
He braced his stance, boots flat as he let his tongue run his teeth, his features running hardened as he turned his fingers over and pointed downward to the space directly in front of him.
The unbreakable and demanding movement of him at once annoyed the hell out her and made her lean forward slightly into doing exactly what he'd asked.
It wasn't the silent demand that made her finally move toward him.
It had been the grin he banked at her as he caught the almost forward sway of movement.
Ally moved slowly toward him, watching the way most of the others were already moving back inside just to avoid the brashly humored and unavoidably charming way he was watching her. She caught the way Gemma was still leaned into her son's arm, her voice low as she spoke up into his smirking jaw but she passed by it silently, forcing her glance forward into the way Chibs was already stretching a hand out to reach against her belt as she got close enough for him to draw her in on a tight tug.
"Hey." She smirked into the roughly made draw of his hand angling her hips up into his, hands catching along his forearms as he pried them into a single pressing stance.
"Don't put yourself apart, love." He hushed into her with roughed whisper, his hands lifting to catch her jaw up. "Not if you plan on stayin'."
The calm and sure assertion in his eyes was enough to let her relax her hips forward tighter into his, her hands gripping leather and a sudden smile raking his lips before he flicked his left hand down round enough to tug her hand upward as he kissed hard against her, lips pressing damn near bruising on hers. His palm loosened off her as she let him lean an arch to her spine, his arms closing around her as he drove his tongue along hers so forcefully that she whimpered. Her fingers trapped against his face, both hands laying his cheeks so that she could wipe on flushed skin as his teeth scraped on her tongue and then nipped along her bottom lip. She thought he was finished but he just brought on another groaning round that made her lungs catch for a lack of oxygen as she finally just let her arms lay against his shoulders. Ally pulled from the kiss hard, driving her forehead into his forward pressing as he licked a smile along his pinked lips. His eyes dipped closed as he intentionally angled his thigh between hers and jerked her into the way he was riding her tighter into his groin.
"That was both cocky and stupid." She whispered into his ear as he roughed his beard and lips along her flushed jaw and throat. "Thank you."
"Never been much accused of bein' a wise man." His tongue preceded the nick of his teeth against her neck and she couldn't save herself from smiling into it, catching the back tracked glance Gemma made toward them as she paused at Red Woody's door and Ally let the smile ride thicker before she turned her lips into a kiss on his ear. "I didn't know if you'd really come."
She ignored the slight shading of guilt in his admittance, head cocking over the way he lifted his eyes to meet hers, "You think I didn't notice, Telford?"
"Notice what?" he was suddenly smirking again, that boyish mischief gracing his face as he met her eyes in a sort of humored shamelessness.
Her palm faded off his shoulder and slicked down the leather sleeve so that she could press against the heat that radiated off the blood knotted fabric cinched on his arm.
He winced a little into her cupped palm, shrugging the other shoulder in an attempt to play a ploy of adorable. "It's nothin'."
"You're an ass." She shunted into him, frowning into how flaringly hot it felt under her palm. "It needs to be taken care of."
"Plenty of hours left to tonight." He clipped a chaste kiss against her jaw that had her jolting in a surprise at his near giddy energy. "You stayin' then, Lieutenant?"
"I don't wanna stay here all night, Filip." She shook her head in an apologetic dismay that paled her in the bright spot lighting. "It hasn't really been the most comfortable - "
"I know." He agreed softly. "But I need to wrap a few things up. Say goodnight."
She angled him a tightened up look of concern that had his jaw dipping a fraction.
"C'mon, Ally. I'll let y'drive me home this time. Yeah?"
"Lie." She murmured into the way he was already catching her fingers up in his left hand.
The grin he banked her matched the shrugged sway of his shoulders backwards, tugging her into moving with him as his boots sounded the pavement. "Probably."
"I'm not sleeping alone tonight, Filip." She aimed over him accusatorily, even as she let him pull her toward Red Woody's door.
His brow arched into a guttered and roughly accented hush of tone, "Y'may not end up sleepin' at all, Althea. You're lookin' awfully good t'me right now."
The teasing shrug of amused agreement she gave him had him laughing as he turned toward the door, her fingers still latched up in his.
He would have felt a shade of apology in some part of his limbs for lying if her hand wasn't so damn warmly cradled unmoving between his legs. The press of her palm was shunted tightly against half an unavoidable erection as he kept up a rubbing circling pattern on the back of her hand, his jaw angled toward her even as he kept his eyes on the road, left hand against the wheel. The smell of her was as close as she could cloud it in the small space of the car, her other hand closed up into his ribs, up under his arm as her forehead laid gently just above the wrap of bloodied of fabric.
"Is it done?" she murmured softly into ragged leather.
"Y'don't - "
"I do need to know." Her jaw lifted into the sharpened argument. "I'm not asking you to tell me details, Filip. But I need to know that it's done. You know that."
"Aye." His jaw lifted into a sudden flick of distaste. "It's done."
Ally lifted her head from the flushed heat on his arm, "Thank you."
He flinched into the whispered words, nodding minutely before closing his fingers against her wrist as his voice guttered low. "And didn't I tell you that he wouldn't have you too?"
"You did." She agreed into a sadly softened press of her lips along his jaw.