#soa clay

I hadn’t seen Jax in what felt like forever.  He had told me that he didn’t want me coming up to Stockton to visit, I got it. I always panicked when he got hurt and let’s face it, jail time was not about to go smoothly for a member of Samcro.  Hell, even if Jax wasn’t a patch, he’d find trouble.  That guy had a knack for it.

I figured I’d head over to the clubhouse, everyone was going to be heading straight there...Jax wouldn’t live ‘til the next day if he didn’t see Gemma straight away.  Honestly, the woman was a force to be reckoned with.  Past experience taught me that she had no issue with coming to see her son, regardless of what he was doing.  She never batted an eye the time he’d visited me first when he returned from a run, he’d been balls-deep in me and she just walked in like she owned the damn place.

The throb of the engines warmed my soul and made my skin tingle with anticipation.  Clay and Tig had been gone for too long, doing charter rounds.  The Dynas I had been waiting for coursed into the lot, the familiar figures of Tig and Clay lifted my heart.  I practically skipped over to them both, kissing Tig hello briefly before turning to the grinning president,

“Hey baby,” he purred as I sidled up to him.  His gravelly tones caressed my ears as I snaked my arms around his shoulders, breathing in his scent for a moment.  I pulled back and kissed him hard before turning on my heel to get Brittany.

“Baby, they’re here,” I called to her round the door of the club.  Like so much of a whirlwind, Brittany was out of the door and halfway over to the returning brothers before I could stop chuckling.

I took my time wandering back over, giving Brittany space to say her hellos.  As I strolled across the asphalt, I looked up to see a beat up looking Dodge Neon roll through the gates.  The girl in the driver’s seat looked like so many other sweetbutts that hung around the club, but I was sure I hadn’t seen her before.

I was just in earshot to hear Tig’s exclamation as he caught sight of the car,

“Oh you gotta be kidding me!”

Brittany was sat astride Tig, her back to the garage and so didn’t immediately understand his outburst.

The girl unfolded herself from her car, leaving the driver’s door open as she sauntered over to Clay and perched herself on the tank of his bike.  I clenched my fists at her brazen behaviour and took a step forward.

“Oh damn, here’s me thinking that your bitches would be better trained than to see to the Arms before the President of the club.  How’s about I show them the ropes for you, handsome?  I could whip these girls into shape for you, if you like?”

Wow.  She reminded me so much of Ima I almost laughed.  So full of herself.

“Look, like I told you back at Phoenix, I’m happy with my situation and I have no need for outside pussy at my club,”

The out-of-towner flicked her curled hair with fuchsia-tipped fingers and slid off Clay’s bike.  One look at Brittany’s expression told me that someone was about to lose an arm if she got any closer.

“Maybe you’ll feel a little different after you see me in action, boss-man,” she wagered, fluttering her eyelashes as she turned towards Chibs.  He had come over no doubt to attend to the customer,

“Jesus Christ!” he spluttered as she palmed his cock, jumping back from the unexpected contact.  She smirked,

“Ooh a foreigner!  Relax sugar, I know how to make a guy feel good,”

Brittany climbed off Tig’s lap and jutted her hip,

“Get your hands off, he’s off limits,” she warned.

I put a hand on Clay’s shoulder as the tension churned the air like a stormcloud,

“Who’s the tramp?” I asked, a disgusted sneer on my face.  Clay grabbed my hand as she turned to see who was speaking,

“Tramp? Oh honey, I’m just here to show you all how to look after these fine specimens.  It’s pretty clear you don’t seem to have a clue,”

Before I could take a breath to respond, Brittany had launched herself at the newcomer,

“The fuck you think you are huh?  Coming over here, pushing up on our guys?”

Tig grabs hold of Brittany, shushing her and attempting to calm her.

“My name is Janet,” she retorted, a saccharine smile on her face as she tossed her hair back delicately.  She dragged her gaze over Tig’s body unashamedly, stepping forward and trailing a hand across the patch on his chest, “how about I show you what good pussy can do for you sweetheart?”

Tig raised an eyebrow, incredulous at her attitude. Brittany snorted and Janet patted her on the cheek,

“Aw don't take it so personal sugar, it's natural to need a queen to show you how it's done,”

Brittany's scowl darkened and she clenched her jaw

“Don’t fucking touch me,”

“Janet, was it?” I asked with a jerk of my head.  She nodded curtly, “Well Janet, I suggest you get back in your car and drive back to wherever-in-the-ass-of-nowhere you came from. We don't need your type here, ta-ta,”

“Easy, Kitten,”

Clay squeezed my hand in warning at my clipped tone, no doubt keeping a tight hold on me to stop things turning physical.

Not that I was the one he needed to worry about.  Brittany was all over that the moment Janet made the decision to rub up against Tig.

We all stood incredulous as Brittany, usually so sweet, tore Janet away from Tig and went postal. The sound of a siren as Juice rode into T. M. was cue for me to pull Brittany off the girl in a heap on the floor.  I practically threw her at Tig,

“Go clean her up,” I instructed, kneeling over Janet and grabbing her roughly, “time for you to move your ass out of Charming and far away from any charter of the Sons of Anarchy you see. You are not welcome with the Reaper Crew and if I see you again, you won't have another warning,”

I was unceremoniously dragged over to a familiar sand coloured bonnet and bent forward against it as my wrists were cuffed behind my back

“Oh officer, in front of all these people? How’d you know I like it rough?” I wiggled my ass suggestively before I was hauled upright again and turned, smirking, to see one David Hale of Charming PD.

“Cut the crap, Kat. You're under arrest for assault,”

“Oh but that wasn't me,” I admitted innocently, a mischievous curl to my lips,

“Is that so? Who was it then?”

“You’d never believe me if I told you anyway so we'll just say she tripped,”

“I haven't got time for your games, Kat.  I saw you. Get in the car.  We’ll sort this out at the station.”

“Ha, you saw me telling her to leave.  But if you want me in a cage, Davey-baby all you had to do was ask!”

Brittany came running back out of the clubhouse, mercifully cleaned up,

“Kat! What the hell?”

I took a step towards her before Hale grabbed my arm,

“It's OK baby, gonna need you clean to get me out,” I muttered with a meaningful look at Hale. She smirked and nodded as I was bundled into the police Jeep.  Hale got in the driver’s seat without another word and cruised out of the lot.

Tig turned to Juice, shaking his head as he glared,

“You just HAD to bring the cops.  Go wipe the cameras, don't need any evidence surfacing. Make me a copy before you delete it though,” his fingers danced at his crotch briefly as Brittany looked up questioningly, “it was damn hot, I'm totally erect right now,” he explained with a shrug as she let out a peal of laughter.

The door of the cell clanged shut and I turned with a smirk,

“What now, Deputy? You want me to dance for you?” I reached out a hand to touch his face and he batted me away with a scowl.

“You’d do well to keep your smart mouth shut, Kat.  If I didn’t know better I’d say you liked being in there,”

“Why don’t you come in and find out?  You’re the one seems to have a hard-on for me in cuffs,”

“Don’t make this any worse for yourself,” he chastised as he drew the outer gate shut.

I let out a sigh when I heard his footsteps retreat down the hall and flopped onto the hard bed.  I figured I might as well make myself comfortable while I wasn’t going anywhere fast

.

Brittany walked into the station house with a delicate smile on her face.  She greeted the receptionist sweetly before her eyes zeroed in on Chief Unser.  She made a beeline for him, charm dialled off the charts,

“Hey, Brittany! What brings you here darlin’?”

“Hi Chief, I was just wondering if it would be ok for me to have a word with Deputy Chief Hale?  That’s if it’s not too much trouble?”

“When you ask so sweetly?  How can I refuse,” he smiles at her kindly, showing her into Hale’s office, “got a visitor, son.  I’ll leave you to it.”

Brittany beamed at him as he closed the door behind him, before turning her mega-watt smile to Hale.  He was busy filling paperwork in and didn’t initially look up from his desk as he addressed her,

“So what can Charming P.D. do for you today?” his tone was clipped, businesslike.  When Brittany placed a hand down on his desk, he looked up, instantly softening.

“Well, David.  You got a friend of mine in your cells and I was hoping that we could clear up this little...misunderstanding,” she said, her tone sultry.

David coughed and shifted a little in his seat,

“Well, much as I would love to, I cannot release a potentially violent criminal back on to the streets just like that,” he explained, leaning forward to cover Brittany’s hand with his own,

“Surely you’re not talking about Kat?”

“She assaulted a woman in front of me, I can’t ignore that,”

Brittany grinned as she leaned over his desk, giving him a perfect view of her breasts,

“Maybe we can come to a little arrangement, whereby I do something for you,” she ran her fingers up his forearm, “and you make this horrible mess...disappear?” she lifted the arrest form up and scanned it, placing it into the trashcan as she rounded his desk.

David sat back with a smirk as Brittany leaned against his desk.  He dragged his gaze up the length of her body to her face, doe eyes looking down at him and her lip trapped between her teeth.  He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat again as she moved closer.  He could smell her perfume as she slid a hand up his leg,

“What if I was to sit just...here…” she squeezes his thigh, “and tell you what really happened, huh?  Would that help the situation?”

“It would be a start,” he admitted, his voice low and husky.

Brittany sat down in his lap, enjoying how his hand automatically stroked the curve of her ass.  She toyed with his tie, looking at him through her lashes,

“Well, you see, it was like this...”

Brittany started to recount the events from Janet’s arrival, all the while teasing the buttons on David’s shirt open.  He shivered at her delicate touch, making her smirk.

“..so, she insulted Kat and I, quite uncalled for…”

Brittany rubbed a hand over David’s hardening cock, feeling the strain of his trousers.  She unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper slowly.

Brittany slid off David’s lap to her knees as she eased his cock out of his trousers.  Looking up at him as she licked her lips, her fingers wrapped around his shaft, she confessed lightly,

“So I beat her, it was me,”

Before he could answer, she wrapped her lips around him.  The sensation had him reeling as she licked and sucked,

“Brittany, I, oh fuck, I’m…” his whisper was hoarse as he tried to tell her he was close.

She continued with fervour, deep throating him as he reached the edge.  Her fingers found his balls and tipped him over as he came hard.

Brittany sucked him clean and climbed back up to rest against the desk as David struggled to compose himself.  She delicately wiped the corners of her mouth and kissed him hard, before returning to her chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Now, about our arrangement,” she prompted businesslike, having given David a chance to put himself back together.

“I suppose, I er, due to the lack of evidence or complainant, I no longer have a reason to hold Kat.  It was a nice story, Brittany, and I applaud your inventiveness, but we both know Kat has form for this.  I’ll release her on caution, I hope you’ll be able to guide her more towards your form of actions in future,”

Brittany smirked and nodded.

“If you’d like to wait in here, I’ll go get her now,” he sighed, defeated.

I stayed perfectly still as the outer gate rattled open, on my back on the bed with my legs crossed and bent at the knee.  It wasn’t until I heard the keys against the lock of my cell that I let my legs shift to one side to see what was going on.

“Hands, Kat,” he barked

“Two of ‘em, thanks David,”

“It’s Deputy Chief Hale to you,” his clipped tone still amused me.  I kinda hoped my bail wasn’t too high...I’d pay Brittany every cent back, but still.

I took my time to get off the bed, swinging my legs in an arc until my boots hit the floor.  With a huff, I stood up and put my hands out,

“Go easy, tiger,” I purred with a raised eyebrow.  He looked at me with the straightest face I’d ever seen and ratcheted the cuffs tightly around my wrists.  I frowned a little but complied.  I knew this routine well now.  I’d get marched through the PD and up to the front desk in the cuffs, then I’d have to sign my bail papers and only after that was done, I’d be cautioned and let go.

I was, however, steered not to the front desk, but into Hale’s office.  He took the cuffs off and I looked at Brittany with raised brows,

“Well, this is a new process,”

“We came to an agreement that maybe the arrest was a little hasty, didn’t we, Deputy Chief,”

Ok, I did NOT need to know what arrangement that was.  Damn, I knew she had the hots for him but...wow...the girl did good.

“Indeed,” he replied awkwardly,

“Maybe we can have another talk, sometime,” her voice was full of promise as I massaged my wrists.  I so did not want to be here for this.

“Ok, sorry to cut the...uh...this...short, whatever it is, but I’d really like to get back, if that’s ok?” I looked between the pair giving eachother doe-eyes.

Brittany tore her eyes away from him with an apologetic smile,

“Come on, let’s get you back, anyhow,”

We walked out of the station-house and climbed into Brittany’s Impala.  I looked at her from the passenger seat,

“Do I even ask?”

Brittany just shrugged and smirked at me as she started the engine.  I chuckled and shook my head,

“Forget it, I don’t wanna know,”

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I waded through pile after pile of invoices, cursing the general disorganisation of the place.  There was just no rhyme or reason to it!  I rubbed my forehead with my hand, trying to relieve some of the tension I was holding there as I scrutinised the paper in front of me.

The sun had long since gone down and even the garage was in darkness.  The only light in the room came from the small desk lamp and my laptop screen.  I could feel my eyelids drooping with fatigue as the music and voices drifted over from the clubhouse.

Apparently it was one of the prospects’ birthdays, so of course, that meant party time.  Not that SAMCRO needed an excuse.  (I swear, one time they celebrated because Juice went to the Jellybean-I mean, really!)

Huffing to myself, I decided to call it a night and head home for a nice relaxing soak in the bath...with absolutely NO paperwork!

I shuffled the papers into some semblance of order, clipping them together and tucking them into a drawer in the filing cabinet.  I shut the lid on my laptop and straightened my pens on the desk before tucking in my chair and retrieving my purse from the desk drawer.  I slung the strap over my shoulder and smoothed my skirt, grabbing my cell from the desk as I snapped the light off.

Darkness rushed into the room, so I stood for a moment to allow my eyes to adjust.  I wasn’t afraid of the dark, I was probably in one of the safest places in Charming, under the watchful eyes of the Sons of Anarchy.  When enough of the light from the lot had seeped in so that I could see, I headed for the door.  I twisted my key in the lock behind me and tucked it safely into my purse, fishing for my car keys as I walked across the darkened lot to the corner where I parked each morning.  I was concentrating so hard on findifn my keys that I didn’t notice the footsteps behind me.  I dumped my bag exasperatedly on the hood,

“Fuck!”

“I’m up for that,” a low voice rumbled with a chuckle.  I whirled round with a gasp, coming face to face with a grinning, leather-clad man,

“Clay Morrow, you’re gonna be the death of me!” I chastised him with a hiss,

“What’s up baby, I scare ya?” he teased, stepping closer to me as I backed up against my car.  He cupped the back of my head in one hand, the other grabbing onto my waist.  I could feel the heat through my blouse as I pushed feebly against his chest,

“Clay! Anyone could see!”

His grin widened in response and he tipped my head up.  His mouth claimed mine and I was only too willing to give him what he wanted.  I grasped at his sleeve and he pressed his body against mine.  My heart beat a tattoo against my chest, fluttering as he let go of me,

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he accused.

“No, I’ve been stuck in that office truing to get some order to those damn books,” I complained with a pout.  He stole a kiss, then another and another until my lips stretched into a smile.  I giggled softly and he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear,

“You’re such a good girl,”

My eyes twinkled at his praise,

“Only for you,” I looked up at him through my lashes with a wry smile.  His hand caressed my face, he pulled my lip free from my teeth with his thumb,

“That’s right, baby.  Now whaddaya say we get a little naughty?” I was almost reduced to a puddle on the floor at his suggestion.

His hand navigated to the split in my skirt and hiked it up roughly, his fingers toying with the material of my panties. His lip curled as he glanced down,

"White? Playing little miss innocent here? Good job I know better,” he growled into my neck.  I hunched away from the tickling sensation as he grabbed my ass roughly.  His hand ran down the back of my thigh and hitched my leg up, allowing him to press against my core.  I felt the chilly air in contrast against the heat between my legs momentarily before his fingers cupped my sex, rubbing lightly as he teased.  My hands fumbled to unbuckle his belt as he crashed his mouth against mine fiercely.  I slid my hands into his jeans and swallowed his moan as I wrapped my fingers around his cock.  He batted my hands away and freed his erection, wasting no time to drag my panties to the side as he pushed into me, a gasp escaping my kiss-swollen lips.  He drove into me roughly, small praises tumbling from his lips against my neck as he lifted my other leg.  Pinning me against the car, the change in position had me whimpering in pleasure.  Clay clapped a large hand over my mouth to quiet me, nipping at my ear as he rumbled a warning,

“Better keep it down, little girl.  You don’t wanna be caught on display for everyone do ya?”

My eyes flew open as his hand released my mouth and he started circling my clit, bouncing me against him as he did so.  His movements edged me closer and closer, i felt my walls start to clench, the muscles rolling like waves on the ocean.  I bit my lip as the crescendo built, his gravelly voice coaxing me on,

“Give it up for me baby, come for me,”

I whined his name and he kissed me, allowing me to vocalise as my orgasm exploded from within.  He wrung every wave of it from me as he chased his own release,

“Clay, please,” I whispered urgently.  He stopped and pulled out, letting my legs down.  I leaned up and pressed my mouth to his, biting his lip as I knelt down, my eyes fixed on his as I took him into my mouth.  His hand gravitated to the back of my head as I sucked, feeling his hips stutter before he shot his load down my throat.  I swallowed with a smug look and rose to my feet again, his hand still in place.  He beamed, kissing me lovingly, caressing my cheek and holding me as if I were made of fine china.

“Always such a good girl,” he chuckled as the blush rose on my cheeks.  I gave him a coy smile and he took hold of my hand,

“Clay what are you doing?”

“C’mon, you’ve been working hard all day, you deserve a drink.  I’ve hardly seen ya” he announced, leading me slightly ahead of him so he could place a hand at the small of my back.  He leaned down and muttered as we approached the clubhouse, “besides, it was too dark ‘round there,”

My face reddened again and he sniggered, holding the door open and ushering me into the bar.  Clay shouted at the prospect to bring some drinks as Tig caught sight of us,

“Finally, she came!” he held his arms wide as he beamed.  I froze for a moment before realising what he meant and started laughing,

“What can I say?  I was persuaded,” I flashed a grin at Clay and caught a knowing glint in his eye.  Accepting the beer from the prospect, I sat myself at the bar and settled in.  Every so often, Clay would catch my eye and wink at me, causing another blush to creep onto my cheeks.  Opie challenged me to a game of pool and I almost won, up to the point that Clay sidled over just before I was about to take a shot to pot the black,

“Maybe we’ll break in the baize next,”

His voice was so low I knew nobody else had heard, but I felt so conscious of it that I almost ripped the felt.  Opie laughed disbelievingly before he made short work of winning the game,

“Jesus, Clay, what did you say to her?” he snickered.  I narrowed my eyes playfully at him as he shrugged,

“I just told her if she won we’d consider replacing you,”

The members around the table erupted into laughter as Clay kissed my cheek,

“Unlucky baby,”

I laughed along with them as I muttered in his ear,

“Anything to see me in leather huh?”  He stood up quickly, eyebrows raised at my offer.  I took my chance and whirled around, “Thanks for the game, Ope.  I’m off home guys, ‘night!”

I strutted back out to my car, leaving Clay with a thoughtful look on his face.

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