AN: Another update!

Or maybe not.

Chibs found himself entirely unable to focus. He simply couldn't get himself to think about anything other than Mackenzie. It didn't help that, while he knew the plan and was onboard with the plan, he wasn't integral to the events around him.

So he had nothing to focus on besides Mac.

Waiting for him. Alone.

His dick twitched, just thinking of her.

Chibs swore under his breath, cursing Kyle's stupidity for the thousandth time, and followed his brothers into the garage. His discipline was hanging by the thinnest of threads, but at least they'd be done soon.

Given the choice, Chibs did not know what he would choose - fire or knife. But he was comfortable in the fact that he'd never need to make that particular choice, that he'd never betray a brother or his club for anything.

As fire touched flesh, Chibs reflected that there are some smells that never leave you. He stilled where he sat, doing his best not to breath through his nose. He felt no sympathy, though perhaps a certain amount of shared pain, knowing that Kyle had betrayed him just as much as everyone else in the room.

Chibs will Tig to work faster.

His girl was waiting for him.

—

There was a move on TV, but Mac wasn't watching.

She found herself twitching with every noise, tricking herself into thinking it was Chibs' bike in the distance. Anticipation was like a brick in her stomach, but electric. She'd poured a glass of wine, but it hadn't relaxed her one bit.

Chibs flew down the dark street, perhaps slightly faster than was wise. He'd escape as soon as was reasonable - though not without some heckling - and had taken a moment to shower off the smell of burning flesh before heading to his bike. He swung into Mac's driveway moments later, heart beating hard.

Mac stood as soon as she heard the rumbling in the distance, the sound unmistakeable. She moved to the door, watching as he swung off the bike, running a hand through his wayward dark hair.

Chibs looked up, sensing her gaze from the doorway, and almost stumbling at the picture she presented. Her curly bed hair was free and wild down her back. She was wearing a SAMCRO shirt that was much too big for her. It was cut up the sides, showing off the lace that had been her only concession to seduction.

They didn't need it anyways.

I hope she's ready, because once we get started, we're not stopping for anything.

Mac opened the screen door as he crossed the threshold, and Chibs had enough sense to kick the front door closed behind him. He crowded into Mac's space as he had earlier, backing her up against the nearest wall.

"You." he growled, cupping her face.

"I have'ne been able to think straight since I left ya. Benn walkin' around half hard."

His accent was thicker and harder than usual, and the latent heat in Mac's belly exploded. She felt her cheeks warm, felt his thumbs pass softly over the spots of blush. He lowered his mouth to each of them, taking just a moment to tease them before sealing his lips over hers. The kiss was hard and possessive, leaving them both breathless and wanting.

"How do you think I feel?" she said, breathless, when Chibs pulled away to trail his tongue down her neck.

He looked up, brown eyes dark.

"Have I left you wanting?" he murmured.

There was some emotion coiled underneath those words. A promise, as if Chibs knew what it was to think one might never find such pleasure again.

"Every day, and every night." Mac replied, all but whispering.

Chibs swore harshly, hands falling to relieve her of her shirt. His eyes swept over her once before he shoved her bra up, and bent down to wrap his lips around a nipple.

Mac moaned delightedly.

Let's get you to make that noise again, lovely.

Her knees had gone weak enough that it was a good thing Chibs and the wall were there to support her. His lips left little trails of fire across her skin as they switched back and forth between each breast, teasing. Mac's eyes closed, head tipping back against the pleasure. Her hands wandered, through his hair, down his neck, to the front of his kutte.

In a repeat of her move from earlier, she shoved him back and switched their positions.

"Minx."

Chibs reached for her, but froze entirely when Mac's hand slid down, grabbing at that hot, heavy length through the layer of denim. He hissed as she stroked him, her other hand relieving him of his kutte. When she leaned back to drape it over the couch, Chibs pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Mac had to pause, then, and admire the beauty in front of her. Her hands splayed out over his bare chest - muscular, tattooed, and giving of heat like a house fire. She passed a finger over a nipple, listening as he gasped. She followed the same trail with her lips, paying special attention to his tattoos.

Chibs was just about to reach for her when Mac surprised him again, reaching down to undo his belt and jeans. She yanked them down, and sank down to her knees.

Jesus Mary.

Mac hadn't done a thing, but the sight of her on her knees in front of him was enough to set Chibs groaning as a wave of desire washed over him.

The groan deepened when she read his mind, mouthing him over his boxers, grinning up at him through a fringe of dark lashes. Chibs let his hands slip into her wild hair as he'd wanted to from the very beginning.

She teased him, enjoying the power of having him frozen there. But not for long - Mac couldn't help herself. The boxers joined his jeans on the floor moments later.

He was glorious - thick and red and right there, and when she breathed on him, his hands tightened in her hair. Mac kept it up, using just the very tip of her tongue to outline the head.

"Bloody hell, Mackenzie."

His voice was wrecked, and when Mac looked up, his face was as well. Eyes dark and cheeks flushed, looking wild and needy and undone.

Mercy.

With that heady control, Mac took him fully, and Chibs moaned loudly. He could hear himself, but he couldn't think straight, couldn't get over the sensation of melting. She was a fantasy come to life - flushed, green eyes sparkling, curly hair messed to hell, lips pink around his cock.

Merciful god.

With careful skill, Mac reduced her badass biker to a groaning pile of mush, backing off every now and then, grinning when he inevitably cursed her for teasing him.

It left Chibs' mind hazy, but he was aware enough to feel the heat in his stomach reach a tipping point, and to know that this was not how he wanted to go, not this first time. With what little control he had, Chibs tightened his hands in Mac's hair, and pulled her back.

She let his dick fall from her mouth with an obscene pop. He groaned again, lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist, and walking them both into the bedroom. Chibs let her fall on the bed, now giggling, and was unable to stop the smile that spread over his own face. Mac was beautiful, flushed, aroused, and smiling up at him, spread out like a buffet on the bed.

"Well?" she asked, one eyebrow raised. "Are you going to give me what I deserve?"

Chibs tore her underwear down before crawling over her.

"Fuck, darlin', I'm going to make you scream." he growled.

His fingers ghosted right where she wanted them most, and Mac moaned as one slipping inside her, experimentally. Her smile slipped. Chibs added another, moving slowly, and Mac's hips started to cant with him. She was already so wound up, it wasn't going to take much to push her over the edge.

"Oh god, right there." she moaned. Chibs repeated the come hither motion, and sparks exploded behind Mac's eyes.

He crawled down, adding his mouth to the mix. Mac's hips jumped, only Chibs' hand on her belly keeping her on the bed. She could've stopped him, but oh, his fingers were so talented, and his mouth was obscene, and then release was firing down her spine and Mac was screaming, screaming his name like a prayer.

Chibs grinned against her, white teeth shining, as he guided her through her orgasm.

"Fuck." Mac said, accent thick. "Please, Filip."

"Wha', darlin'?" he asked.

"Please, Filip, I want you inside me." Mac said, unbending enough to beg.

He chuckled darkly.

"Do you have any idea wha' it does ta me?" Chibs asked, voice hungry. "Ta hear ya begging for my cock?"

Mac it her lip.

"Show me."

He reared up.

"Do we need protection, luv'?"

"I'm on the pill." she said, shaking her head.

Chibs grinned, satisfied, and lined them up. He teased her with just the head until she was begging again, wrecked, beyond anything else. And then he was inside her, completely and all at once. If there was pain, it was lost in the indescribable pleasure that ripped through them.

Mac heard herself scream, heard Chibs' curse. She was tight like a vice around him, and burning hot.

"Motha' o' christ, Mackenzie." he bit out, accent almost intelligible.

He moved slowly at first, one hand cradling her head, the other entwined with hers. Chibs delighted in the noises he so easily coaxed out of her, so beautifully responsive as she was. He didn't wait long to begin to speed up, pushed past patience.

It wasn't slow or lazy or relaxed - they would have time for that later. It was hard and fast and passionate, filling with several weeks worth of frustration. Chibs would not have stopped with a fun to his head, and Mac only stopped moaning to beg faster, faster.

Chibs felt it, the heat in his belly, the tightening in his balls. He reached his limit fast, and pressed down with his thumb to bring her with him. Mac screamed again, gripping him hard.

"Let go, lovely girl."

For the second time, Mac felt release build along her spine, the coil in her stomach tightening until it snap, and she was launched over the edge. Chibs followed her quickly, roaring her name and spasming within her.

He collapsed beside her, sliding out quickly enough that she groaned again, unbelievably sensitive.

"Jesus." she said eventually.

"No kidding." Chibs replied. "But you were only half right."

Mac hummed curiously.

"That was dynamite, but nothing spontaneously combusted."

She broke out into giggles, and Chibs joined her, a real belly laugh shaking his body. He rolled back on top of her.

"I don't see you complaining." she said.

"No' at all, darlin'." he said. "Tha' jus' means we'll have ta try again."

—

Mac blinked awake, hissing against the light now flooding the room.

She was sprawled across a warm, solid body, strong arms wrapped around her, another pair of legs tangled with her own. Chibs breathed slow and deep underneath her, and Mac smiled. She was sore in all the right places, the pleasant tingling reminding her of the several times they'd indulged in one another instead of sleeping.

Chibs was, like most people, younger and more peaceful in sleep. His lashes rested on his cheeks, where weathered skin help crow's feet and smile lines, though everything else was wiped away by the softness of sleep. His beard was neatly trimmed, though he already had the beginnings of a 5 o'clock shadow.

Her eyes skimmed down to his chest, defined thanks to years of club and mechanic work, probably too much fighting, and a least some time spent in the gym. She brushed over the tattoos, recognizing SOA symbols. Her fingers swept up and over his face, aware that she was probably tickling him. When she ran her hand through his hair, he stirred and opened his eyes, arms tightening around her.

"Madainn mhath, darlin'." he said, voice gravelly with sleep.

"Madainn mhath." Mac repeated, tongue stumbling slightly over the Scottish.

Chibs smiled at her attempt and pulled her up to him, kissing her lightly. His hands moved, and the kiss got a lot less light. Mac was considering climbing on top of him when Chibs' phone rang.

"Bloody fuck." he growled. "Wha' the fuck is it now?"

He released her, grabbing for his phone.

"Aye."

Mac couldn't really hear the other end of the conversation, and she wasn't very interested, having just discovered that she was free to reach down and grab Chibs' morning wood.

"Those bloody right-wing nut jo - Jesus!"

Chibs noticed Mac's interest.

When he didn't say anything else, she looked up, and the look on his face made her stomach tighten considerably. His eyes were dark once again, and his bottom lip was trapped in his teeth, a slight snarl on his face. Mac just raised one eyebrow, grinned, and bent back down to continue.

"Wha'? Oh. Sorry. Got distracted."

The other person on the line continued to talk. Mac moved down with her mouth, raking over Chibs' stomach and hips with her nails, but refusing to put her mouth on him. Chibs laced a hand through her hair, pulling threateningly.

Mac ignored him.

"Mmhmm… yeah, he's a dumb…"

Chibs was unable to focus.

Mac decided to speed things up. She flicked her eyes up, and proceeded to lick him from base to tip, before taking him in her mouth. Chibs, caught by surprised, moaned loudly. His eyes fluttered shut, and the hand in her hair relaxed.

"Are you seriously fuckin' while we're on the phone?"

Tig grew loud enough with indignation that Mac could identify his voice.

"Mmm… yeah, Tiggy, I'm sure ya've done the same ta me - Holy god."

Mac did something lovely with her tongue.

"You wanna keep on the line?" Tig asked, now more interested than angry.

"I'll be there in an hour, ya fuckin' creep." Chibs growled, and hung up.

His eyes opened.

"You are trouble, lovely girl." he said.

He laced his other hand through her hair to join the first. Mac smiled around his cock, reaching down with one hand to play with his balls. Chibs groaned heavily, head tipping back to thunk against the headboard. Mac sped up slightly, using her hands and mouth until he was tense and writhing.

"God, Mackenzie, I wanna…"

Mac released him with a pout.

"Aye?" she asked, imitating his accent.

Chibs smiled, quick and dirty, and reached down to grab her and drag her up his body.

"Minx."

He petted down her chest, stopping only to tweak her nipples, and trailed down to thumb at her clit. Mac moaned delightedly. He took his revenge for her earlier teasing, playing with her with light strokes until she was a whimpering mess on top of him.

"Filip, you bastard, speed the fuck up."

"No." he snarled, patience suddenly gone.

In one fluid movement, he picked her up, and impaled her.

"Oh god." Mac said, throwing her head back.

"Filip is fun, luv'." he teased, panting. Mac breathed out a laugh.

"Oldest joke in the fucking book."

"Ya don' seem ta mind, now do ye?"

Mac laughed again, and kissed him to shut him up.

She rode him slowly for a while, with such control that Chibs was reminded of a queen on her throne. He helped her up and down, allowing both of them to feel every inch of movement. It drove them both wild, always on the edge, but never over.

The sun was well risen by the time she fell forward, gasping, hands on his chest.

"Filip." she whispered.

He sat up suddenly, moving within Mac, who let out a groan when he hit her in just the right spot.

"I know, luv', I know." he murmured, picking up the pace. Words failed Mac, her nails scratching his back so hard it stung. She wasn't going to last much longer, but then, neither was he.

"Go on, Mackenzie, let go. I'm right with ya."

They flew over the edge again together, heat exploding between them. Chibs swallowed her screams and his own with a searing kiss, going rigid beneath her as he came.

They didn't speak for a long time, hearts hammering together.

"Shit." Chibs said eventually. Mac snorted.

"The opposite, I think."

Chibs rolled his eyes.

"And to think, we've only just gotten started." Mac continued.

His hands tightened around her.

"I'd give a lo' ta stay here all day, sweetheart." he murmured. "Ya know tha', right?"

Mac nodded, rolling off of him and nudging him out of bed.

"I know, Filip." she said. "It's all right, really. Go to the guys. I'm sure Tig can't wait to tease you."

He pulled himself from the bed, and Mac snuggled back under the covers, still wrapped in his scent and warmth. She dozed lightly as Chibs showered and dressed in light nights clothes. When he came back, pulling on his kutte, Mac sat up, covers pooling around her waist.

Chibs' eyes went dark.

"If anythin' were ever gonnae keep me away from the club…"

He walked swiftly to her, and captured her mouth. Mac allowed it for a few moments before pulling away.

"Really, Filip, I'm alright." she said. "Go to your brothers. I'll be around."

"Call if you need anythin', all right?" he asked, and Mac nodded.

With one last searing kiss, he was gone.

—

An hour and a half later, Tara stormed in, slamming the door behind her.

Mac had gotten up shortly after Chibs had left. She'd had a run, a shower, and was currently having a cup of coffee. She frozen from her position in the kitchen, eyeing her fuming friend.

"What's wrong?"

Tara's face was slightly crazed.

"Fucking Kohn." Tara spat. "He cornered me again, now with some bullshit about he's investigating SAMCRO. He knows something about them, or he's pissed at Jax, or maybe he's just pissed at me, but he's on their tail now."

Mac went cold. She set her coffee down, reaching for her friend.

"Hey." she said. "It's gonna be fine. What could Kohn have on the club? Besides, the guys can take care of themselves. Kohn's ultimate goal is you. This is about you - stop worrying about the club. As scary as it sounds, you have to worry about yourself."

Tara went pale, and Mac sighed.

"Somehow, we both ended up with different versions of the same evil. I have Peter and you have Kohn. But that doesn't mean we're going to let them fuck up our lives. You have me and Jax and, while I know you don't like it, you also have the club."

Tara sighed.

"I know that, I do. Between you and Jax, and Gemma's gift, I should be okay."

Tara looked at her bag, as if Gemma's gun were going to jump out and bite her.

"You know, we really should get you to a range." Mac mused.

"Soon, Kenzie. Please."

Mac nodded.

"I'm exhausted." Tara said. Now that she'd talked to Mac, all the righteous fire had drained out of her.

"I'm going to go get some rest. We're still monitoring Abel, and I'd like to go check on him later."

Mac nodded, watching her friend walk tiredly towards her room, thinking that she definitely had an ulterior motive for Abel's care besides just the conscience of an excellent doctor. Mac grinned to herself. Jax was a good man - hopefully he and Tara could figure their shit out.

For now, she would settle for a favor. She picked up her phone, and dialed.