Far, Far Away
A/N: I haven’t gotten any requests lately so I just decided to post one. I’m still doing ships but I’d like some requests too. I hope you like this one. I might post a prompt list soon.
You loved the club and everyone in it. No matter what happened. You never had a reason to doubt anyone. You were apart of the club since you were little and your dad had prospected back when it was just formed. While he wasn’t First 9, he basically was. Everyone treated him with respect, especially when he became the first member to gain the Men of Mayhem patch. He set standards so high that the only person to ever reach his level was Happy. Who became your Old Man once he became a patched member. You were together through everything; your father’s death, JT’s death, and every drama that went through the club.
Your man told you anything and everything that happened with the club. You were never in the dark, once you explained that you would worry more if he didn’t tell you. He loved that about you though. That you were so loyal and understanding about everything.
He never had to explain anything sometimes either. Sometimes the club was just hard on him. Which he never let his brother know about. He would come home some days and just fall at your feet as you sat at your desk and just bury his head into your stomach, without saying a word.
Today was just one of those days. You sat at your desk, working some bills when you heard your man’s bike ride into the driveway. You smiled to yourself, just at the thought of you Old Man. You heard the door open then close before hearing some rustling around in the entryway. His boots thumped onto the floor as he took them off and the sound of leather being taken off and hung up on the hook by the door was heard as you went through your paperwork.
You never heard his steps as he made is way into your office. Although you did look up as he walked up to you and just stared at you. His face revealed nothing, but his eyes did. The conflict and the pain spoke volumes as he just decided to pick you up and bring you into your bedroom before heading for the bathroom.
He sat you down on the counter as he stripped down to nothing and turned on the water to the temperature he wanted as he then turned to you and stripped you as well.
You didn’t say anything, because you knew it wouldn’t do anything but piss him off. You just washed him off and scrubbed him down as he liked it. He didn’t say anything either as he just sat his head down on your shoulder and gripped you around your waist. When you were done, you just held him as the water slowly got colder.
He then turned the water off dried you both off. You two didn’t get dressed but just walked back out into the bedroom and laid down under the covers on the bed. He held him as he laid down on your chest as you scratched at his scalp and his back, slowly falling asleep to sound of your heart and the feel of being with you.