#mayans mc

“Whoa, what the fuck are you?” Gilly asked only half under his breath as he stared at the rather large, pale green, creature sitting so comfortably on his front wheel.

He dismounted before he even got his helmet fastened to look at the thing. It was a moth he could guess. But one like he had never seen before.

He didn’t want to kill it. It was harmless. And he did enough killing in his day to day life. But one look at his rather large hands and he knew he couldn’t gently remove the thing.

While he was standing there however he heard someone walk up. “Whoa! Is that a Luna Moth?!” Came an excited voice he sort of recognized.

He looked up to see his neighbor standing there with a wide, awe filled smile as she looked at the creature, which he now knew was a Luna Moth, resting on his bike.

“I guess,” he said, “I need to leave but I don’t want to hurt it…”

The woman looked at him with tenderness in her eyes. Like she didn’t expect another person to have her same sympathy for a moth.

“I can get them off of there for you, but do you mind if I take a picture first?” She asked.

“I mean sure, I don’t own the moth,” Gilly joked.

His neighbor looked at him with a bubbly laugh, “But you own the bike, don’t want to take a pic of your actual property without permission,” she teased.

Gilly just laughed and nodded that she could take a photo. She pulled her phone out and got a very artistic shot of the delicate Luna Moth resting so calmly on the wheel of his Harley. Half on the rubber tire and half on the metal rim and spikes. She showed it to him and offered to send it to him when he complimented the shot.

He wasn’t going to argue, her pure joy at the moment endearing. When she’d first moved in he had considered getting her number. But never had the chance since he didn’t wanna come of as a creep.

After they quickly exchanged numbers and she texted him the photo she gently slid her hand under the moth. Using the spokes of the wheel to make it easier to get her middle finger below the moth’s lower body.

“C’mon sweetheart, it’s alright, I’ll get you somewhere safe, like my porch so you can rest until tonight…” she murmured, “That’s it, careful now…”

As Gilly watched her gently encouraging the moth to let her lift it and rest on her hand instead of his wheel he found himself unable to look away from her face. The kindness and adoration she had for the creature had his heart aching in a way he didn’t recognize.

“Isn’t it pretty?” She said as the moth settled comfortably on her fingers, like it knew it could trust her, “They’re actually pretty rare.” She said and showed Gilly who nodded, suddenly not in a rush anymore.

“It is,” he said.

“This one must have just opened and chose your bike as the perfect place to dry its wings,” she laughed softly, “Sheltered and safe for its tragically short life.”

“What do you mean?” Gilly asked, confused.

“Well, Luna Moths only live for a week after they emerge from their cocoon.” She said, “It’s nature, sad as it is. You see, this little guy doesn’t even have a mouth.”

Gilly was shocked but still listened to her explain it.

“They eat all they can as caterpillars and then as adults their entire life is dedicated to finding a mate and laying eggs before they die.” She said as she shifted her hand just a bit for a better look at the moth who adjusted its position to stay comfortably on her fingers.

She smiled at the moth while Gilly smiled at her.

“A life of cursed beauty,” she murmured.

An idea struck him and he pulled his phone out again. He didn’t want this conversation to end. And the mere sight of her smiling so sweetly at the moth in her hand made his heart pound. He wanted to know her.

“Do you want a photo of you holding it?” He asked.

Buscher looked at him with a sweet smile, “Sure,” she murmured.

Gilly was quick to take a couple photos of her, loving the smile on her lips and the blush on her cheeks.

“I need to go get this little guy to safety,” she murmured, but she was finding it hard to walk away as well.

Before Gilly could text her the photo his phone went off. It was Bishop asking where the hell he was. He sighed before laughing softly.

“Well, I’m in trouble,” he joked, “Boss wants to know where my ass is.”

The young woman chuckled softly. That was probably the only thing that could get them to part ways right now. She stepped back from his bike and smiled at him.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you.” She murmured.

“You can count on it,” Gilly said and fastened his helmet.

—

That evening at the clubhouse Gilly realized that he hadn’t sent his neighbor the photos he’d taken for her. And was quick to do so.

Gilly: Hey Luna Moth, forgot to text these to you.

He grinned as she was quick to reply.

Luna Moth: Oh! Thank you. Hope you didn’t get into too much trouble for me distracting you.

Gilly: Nah, nothing like that. Don’t worry about it.

They texted for a few more minutes. Before she had to go for the night. She had work early the next morning.

Gilly knew for a fact that this wouldn’t be the last time they spoke.

—

He was right. It was around two days later when Gilly ran into her at the grocery store.

“Hey Luna Moth,” he said with a soft laugh while he walked over to her.

His neighbor looked up with a bright smile, “Hey Gilly,” she laughed, "I know I told you my name, why are you just calling Luna Moth?” She jokingly asked, “Did you forget it?”

“I don’t know, just seems to fit,” he joked before repeating her actual name to prove it.

He didn’t say it but it was because he thought she was as beautiful as the moth. They were one in the same in his mind. Though he hoped she wasn’t nearly as tragic as a moth which only lived for one week.

She smiled sweetly at him as they talked for a few minutes, catching up. He smiled as she looked up at him. He was sweet, funny, different than his reputation as a Mayan would have anyone believe.

She’d been his neighbor for around a year now. She had seen and heard him coming home at all hours of the night. Even now he was in his kutte. But his smile was honestly so cute. She couldn’t help but feel no fear standing with him.

“Have you see it again?” He asked.

“Once, on the eaves above my kitchen window yesterday morning.” She said, “I think it was a female cause when I looked again this morning there was a small bundle of what looks like seeds, but these are eggs.”

Gilly’s eyes widened a bit. But his grin widened too. She’d managed to save a mama moth.

She pulled her phone out to show Gilly the photo she had taken, "It's a smart spot,shaded and safe from rain and predators.” She explained.

“Yeah, pretty soon you’ll have a nursery of caterpillars in your garden,” he joked.

“Good thing I don’t mind sharing my bushes with moths or butterflies.” She said smiling, “I’m gonna keep an eye on them, I might just have a front row seat to their full lifecycle.”

There was a level of awe in her voice that made Gilly’s smile soften. How something so simple, yet miraculous from nature, had her full of so much joy he couldn’t help but feel it himself.

“I can share pictures of them…if you want…” she offered tentatively.

“Sure, but only on one condition,” Gilly teased, not wanting to let this opportunity slip right by him.

“What’s that?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

“You let me take you out this weekend,” he said, his grin turning flirtatious and the red on her cheeks darkening even more, “Maybe dinner on Saturday.”

“I’d like that, I’m off this weekend so Saturday works for me,” she couldn’t believe this was happening.

She’d harbored a secret, massive crush on her neighbor since she moved in. And to have what brought them together be a Luna Moth seemed fitting for her life.

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, “Wear jeans, cause we’re taking my bike.”

Neither of them knew her cheeks could get any darker. She still smiled, trying not to act overly excited to be able to ride with him.

“Sounds good,” she said, “But don’t be shy about texting me anytime.”

“You too,” he said.

Before they parted ways she leaned up and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“See you Saturday Gilly,” she murmured.

Gilly couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to let her go anytime soon.