He'd given her a cocky snort of humor when she'd offered the wine and pulled the whiskey from her cupboard instead. And she couldn't help but smile into the fidgeting way he was perched up onto her kitchen counter, boots hanging and the half empty whiskey bottle tipped against his lips at an awkward angle as he kept his jaw down to watch her slowly carefully hands.
"If you don't stop it they're gonna be uneven." Ally drew one hand back, eyes rising into the way he waited until she'd paused to swig back on the bottle, her right hand sidelong pressed into the flushed skin of his arm as she held the needle still.
Chibs dropped a grin down over her, letting the bottle bank back between his thighs as he winked and searched over the raw and ripped up skin, "You're doin' fine, love."
"Stop moving or you'll end up with a scar." She leaned back in, pressing a palm to his bicep to keep him stalled and growling exasperation as he leaned tighter into her on a whiskeyed breath of lowered haunted heat.
"Y'think I'm worried about scars, Ally?"
She shot a quickly apologetic glance up at him and he just gave her a smiling shake of the head before lifting the bottle toward her.
"Relax, darlin'." He whispered, jaw upping a fraction as he aimed the lip of the bottle to her mouth, a mischief sparked in velveted eyes as he tipped a swallow into her mouth. "Evenly spaced and just keep breathin'."
Ally let her tongue lay along the leftover mossed taste on her bottom lip, lifting her eyes in a silent pleading as he dropped a smirk against her mouth. The groaning he traced on her tongue with his own had her pressing her palm tighter and flush to the flourish of heat coming off his skin. He was still smiling wildly when he lifted his head, pulling another strong swallow off the bottle.
"Jesus, Filip." Her palm caught the Jameson on the way down, prying it from his fingers and reaching across him, the stitching hand stilled at his arm as he watched her set the bottle with the first aide supplies he'd snagged from Red Woody.
"Takin' my drink away again, Lieutenant?" his glance darkened over her in a hedge of annoyance, catching against her shirt and tugging as she straightened once again.
"I want you clear later." She murmured as she went back to laying slow stitches into his arm, letting him finger against fabric. "Sit still."
"True Scotsman doesn't get whiskey dick." He muttered and reached back for the bottle, palming it back between his legs but not lifting it into his lips.
"Well that's bullshit." She eyed up at him in brief glance of dry sarcasm, catching the grin he panned into her otherwise quiet kitchen. "Six inches over and it would have collapsed your lung, Filip."
"Thievin' outta Time's pockets." He cast a glance over her focused face as he exhaled. "It's what I've been doin' since I was eighteen."
"Time's gonna catch you red handed one of these days." She started tightened up knots in the sutures, brow furrowed as she tried to keep them close to the skin.
"Why d'ya think I won't let go of what I've already taken, sweetheart?" his eyes had kept a sort of teasing but also drawn darker into an obvious prowling as he let his glance ride intentionally slowly down the front of her.
"You realize that the more you drink the more you call me by everything you can think of besides my given name?"
"Savin' it." He tsk-ed a teasing noise against his cheek as he watched her reach across him again, bottle tucked between his legs and his hand stroking up under the hem of her shirt so that he could trace a tease against her own scar as she picked up the scissors.
"For?" she taunted playfully as she cut the sutures and stretched the scissors and then a flattened palm to the counter at his side, leaning into his touching.
"When it's of the best use to me, Cu Sith." The hushed lusting in his voice dropped down the front of her as his fingers stroked higher to tease against her bra line. "And not til then."
A sudden shifting of caramel sweetened color in her eyes tipped his swayed balance between the edge of adrenaline to the sharpness of a gut low lust.
"Are we even yet?" she asked quietly into the way she tugged the bottle from between his legs, letting it to the side but holding it there as she let him pull her between his knees by fingers jerked under the elastic hem. "Marks for Dulane? My career and your club?"
The slowly made smile he gave her was both deliciously dimpling into his scars and near feral in the way it sparked a glinting into his eyes, "Damn near."
"I don't know what else you expect me to do." She murmured near pouting, head angling slack as he curled his palm enough to close against her breast, thumb tweaking past her nipple as he licked a whiskey layered kiss from her lips. "You're not playing fair."
"I'm a criminal." He hushed against her mouth. "Best get used to the injustice, Sheriff."
"Stop it." A smirk tipped over her mouth as her fist shunted into his chest playfully. "Say my name, Filip."
"I won't." he teased a wink against her, head bowed over hers as he looked over her face on a smug smile.
She scraped her teeth against her bottom lip on an annoyed squint, palms shunting against his shoulders as she stepped away from the stroke of his hand. Ally caught the lift of his jaw as he watched her back away from him, the bottle still curled in her fingers and lax at her side as she banked slow steps backwards toward the hall. Chibs sloped his hips off the counter, keeping leaned back against it as he cocked his head in watching her and let his boots balance flat, eyes narrowing in a stalking stare.
"If you're goin', leave the bottle." He cast up after her in a twitched challenge of a smile.
Ally's shoulder shunted up in a catching counter of his objection, swinging the bottle softly between them, "If you're staying, get your own."
"I want the one I've already taken." Chibs hazed his voice low after her, watching her shoulder turn on him so he could graze his glance down the length of her.
"See what wanting gets you, Telford."
He just grinned into the way she was slinging back a long swallow as she fully turned away from him, culling his voice quietly threaded with heat. "Gets me you, Althea."
The slow angled turn of her shoulders led up into the rise of her jaw, eyes sparked up in that same owned knowing he'd found on her before, this time clipped with a haughty surety that angled her shoulders back as she completely turned. Chibs let his smile relax into a comfortable and peaceful warmth, holding the settle of her gilded glance as her shoulders lax on a sigh.
"Come to bed." She murmured, bottle still looped by one palm while the other hand tipped in his direction, fingers stretched down and out toward him. "I told Gemma I'd let you do anything you want to me."
His brow arched high into the suddenly widening grin, "Don't doubt y'did. You match her in wills, love. Y'don't think I see what you're doin' there?"
Ally blinked him a smile so very sweetened that he groaned into the way it softened every trace of her, pressing off the counter as she twitched her fingers impatiently to draw him closer. "I just want what I've already taken."
He shied an angle to his jaw, letting her fingers press along his chest as he stepped into the angled tensing of her body. "Have you yet?"
"Scotty," she let her head angle into the way he was letting his jaw shy closer to hers, voice lulling into a smugly low whisper as she traced fingertips teasing down the front of him, "if you don't want me owning what the club doesn't, you better get the hell out. Because that's the closest to compromise you're gonna get out of me."
"We even now, Ally?" he was tugging the bottle from her fingers while his other hand curved onto her hip, prying her hips flush to his as he stepped her backwards into the hall, smiling into the way she caught into his cut to keep balance as she aimed their steps together. "Marks for Dulane? Your career and my club?"
"No discussion of business. No questions about work." She nodded the words into his lips, kissing him softer than he'd expected from her, both her hands catching along his cheeks as he treaded her down a familiarly carpeted hall. "No porn pussy. Diosa either."
"Croweaters are still good though, yeah?" A smile clipped his lips up as he caught her up into the doorframe of her bedroom, hips jutting her flush into the cornered angle as he lifted the bottle and took a shrugging swallow.
He coughed the whiskey tripped laugh up from his suddenly aspirated lungs as her fist jammed hard into the lowest bracket of his ribs, the bottle stilled in the air at their side as he searched over the accusatory pale stillness of her face. Chibs cocked a hardened look over her, letting his eyes slim as he caught the intentionally shaded darkness of her eyes, suddenly realizing that her hair seemed a fraction longer than it had been the first time he'd seen it grace her shoulders.
"No then?" he murmured his head closer to hers. "That sounds sure enough like you're puttin' on limits y'may not deserve yet."
"Oh, but I fucking do." Ally jerked the clutched buckle of his belt undone with a tightened wrist, the other hand already sloped up under leather to dig into his shirt as she pulled him closer. "Even?"
He looked over the fierce catch of brightly dark eyes, melting into the heat she was tangling him into. "Even."
"Then let go of the bottle."
He pouted a supposedly saddened look at her, humor still gracing his lips, "Why?"
"Because you're gonna need both hands, Scotty."