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"Jesus, Filip, you need to go hospital." You pat at the raw, freshly slashed skin on the man's face, tears brimming your eyes. He places his hand over your wrist, halting your movements, his eyes finding yours in the brightly lit room.
He strokes your skin so tenderly, a sob parting from your lips as you see the man you love so wounded. You knew he'd have these scars for life, the reminder of just what Jimmy'O is capable of. Not that it mattered, you'd love this man no matter what state he's in.
"I'm sorry for putting this on you, lass. I got nowhere else to go." You scoff at his apologises, knowing he's not nothing to apologise for. You continue your care of his cheeks as he watches you with such adoration, your chest hurting at the fact you can't love this man openly, for all to see.
"Don't be silly, love." you sniffle, trying to pull yourself together for his sake. Placing the now crimson coloured cloths down, you stand up, placing yourself in between your secret lovers legs. You take his hand, letting him pull you into his lap, him leaning into the plush sofa as you straddle him, careful not to put any pressure on his forming bruises. "You're not safe here, Filip, you need to get out of here."
The words felt like poison as they forced themselves out of your mouth, but you knew what you said was true. You knew it's going to tear you in half, to have to be split up from the being that you love so much, but he's no use to anybody dead, and that's how this was going to end up.
As much as he hated to admit it, the man underneath you also knew you were right. The worst thing was, he knew you couldn't come with him. Being a fed, especially an undercover one, was a seriously dangerous job. If anybody found out about him being with you, or vise versa, you'd both be ripped to shreds. "Aye. He's got my kid, (Y/N). Fiona. I can't just-"
"I'll keep an eye on your family, Filip. You can't help them if you're dead." The words must've hit home for Filip, a strangled sob leaving his lips as he tries to control down his ragged breaths. You trace the back of his hand with your thumb, hoping the patterns made by your touch will help him calm.
"I don't wanna leave you, sweetheart. It's all turned to shite." You can hear the anger rising in his tone, becoming more and more prominent as he comes to terms with the fact he's being forced out of his home by some jealous, ruthless prick.
"Shh, I know baby." you whimper, your last bit of strength crumbling as you grab Filip's face within your hands, your thumbs swiping over the falling tears. "I'll be with you again, my love. We'll be together properly one day."
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Blowing out a deep breath, you contemplate on whether your plan of action is a sane thing to do. What if he doesn't even remember you? Or worse, what if he's happily taken and in love with a beautiful woman?
You slap your cheek lightly, telling yourself to snap out of it, knowing that if you kept going you'd completely talk yourself out of it. You've spent the last ten years living on 'what if's?' and you did not want to spend the remainder of your life doing the same.
Pulling your car into the parking lot of Teller-Morrow, you give yourself a few minutes to prepare yourself before hopping out of your car. You've got literally no idea if he's even going to be here at this moment in time, but after calling in a favour from your recently ex-employer, you found out this was the SAMCRO base.
You'd handed in your notice a few days before, having enough money to feel comfortable and being able to step back and find the man you got separated from all those years ago. No badge to get in the way.
Stepping out of your vehicle, you lock the doors behind you, rubbing your hands together nervously as you approach the garage. Pushing your sunglasses up onto your head, you shove your hands in your trouser pockets, trying to seem less anxious.
"Can I help you, lass?" The voice that used to whisper sweet nothings to you fills the air, the man attached to it standing behind you. You turn around slowly, telling yourself not to be disappointed if you don't get the reaction you want.
"I hope so." you breathe, finally seeing the face you've been dreaming of for the last ten years. He still looks just as beautiful, the two curved lines imprinted on his skin making him look all the more breathtaking, in your opinion.
"Jesus..." Filip whispers, his expression filled with disbelief. Your vision becomes misty as tears begin to surface, a warm smile plastered on your face. You close your eyes as you feel his fingertips skim across your face, like touching you will help him believe that you're actually here.
"Hi." You laugh through your tears, content with knowing the man you've never stopped loving is standing right in front of you, seemingly healthy and alive. In the life he has, that's never guaranteed. You place your hands on top of his, not caring if other people were watching, you melting so easily into his touch.
"Is that really you?" he asks, his thumbs sweeping away the shed tears delicately. You nod, noticing the film of liquid covering his own eyes, you falling in love with him even more. He shakes his head, a chuckle leaving his lips. "I can't believe you're here."
Before you have time to respond, you're halted in the best possible way. Filip's mouth covers yours, and he tastes so sweet, so much like the home you've been deprived of for what feels like forever. You press yourself against him, your hands going to his face as you both rediscover one another, a bubble surrounding the two of you that nobody can pop.
His hands slip around you, gripping your hips before locking themselves behind your back, holding you in place just incase you disappear from him again. His tongue flicks across your bottom lip, requesting entry that you grant, your hands resting on the nape of his neck as the kiss gets heated, a moan slipping from you instinctively. He growls in response, pulling away as you hear whistles and cat calls around you.
Cheeks blushing, you try to create some distance, Filip not liking your idea as he tightens his grip even further, your hands resting on his chest. "I don't think so, lovey. Now I've got you back, I'm not letting you go."
"I'm not going anywhere." you whisper, pressing a quick kiss to his tinted lips. "There's nothing to get in our way, Filip. We're free to be together properly, just like I promised."
