Sons Of Anarchy : Opie Winston One-Shots

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"You must be (y/n)!" The woman greeted as soon as I stepped out of my car.

"I am. You must be Gemma." I greeted with a smile.

She nodded. "Let's go into the office and chat." She told me guiding me toward the garage and away from the prying eyes of many men in leather vests.

"So you've been a mechanic for how long again?" She asked as we entered and she sat herself behind a desk.

"Well, I've been helping my father since I was around eight but I was certified at twenty and been working ever since." I explained.

She nodded writing something down. "And you're thirty now?" She asked and I nodded. "How do you feel working around a lot of men?" She asked.

"I'm used to it." I replied shrugging.

"Can you keep your mouth shut or are you a goody two shoes?" She asked setting her glasses down and cocking a head at me.

"Look, I'm here to work and earn a living. I don't have time for anyone else's shit but I'm no cop caller or rat. I deal with my own shit my own way too. I'm in no position to judge someone else." I told her holding my hands as if in surrender.

"Then sweetheart I think you got yourself a job. Come on I'll introduce you to everyone." She smiled and stood up leading me back outside to a group of men standing around a picnic table across the lot.

As soon as we exited the office all eyes were on us. I sure don't look like a mechanic but they didn't need to stare. I looked down at myself and saw my low cut black tank top and jeans with wedge heels on my feet. I felt a little like a walking side show right now but I lifted my head high and followed Gemma.

"Who's this Ma?" A man with blonde hair and a goatee asked.

"This is our new mechanic (y/n)." She told him with a sly grin.

"Mechanic. You sure bout that?" He asked eyeing me up and down.

"If I'm not then I don't know what the fuck I've been doing for the last decade. Musta been dreaming." I said sarcastically.

A big guy with a long beard and a black beanie on spat out a mouthful of beer as he laughed. Gemma snorted a laugh as the blonde looked dumbfounded. She began to introduce me to everyone and I learned the big one with the beanie is Opie and the blonde one is Jax. The blonde one is her son and the big guy is his best friend and like an adopted son to Gemma.

"Prospect! Get the lady a drink!" The scotsman whose name I think was Chibs called.

I gave him a smile in thanks and Opie offered the seat next to him for me to sit. "So, how old are you (y/n)?" He asked me.

"Thirty." I answered.

"You barely look older than twenty five." Bobby piped up.

I laughed at his comment and we all sat around as they got to know me. I had a couple more drinks before heading home for the night. As I laid in bed though, I couldn't stop thinking about Opie... His tall frame towering over me and the soft gentle smiles he gave me all evening.

A Few Weeks Later
Opie's P.O.V

"Bro, are you gonna make a move on the girl or not?" Jax asked as he came over to me as I worked on my bike.

"Not. She's not interested in me..." I grumbled as I finished tightening a bolt.

"Bullshit. Have you seen the way that chick looks at you? I'll bet you grew a set and actually asked her out she'd say yes." He told me crossing his arms.

"Why would she? I'm a widow with two kids man. She probably doesn't want that kinda baggage." I waved him off.

"She LOVES your kids Ope. Everytime they're here, she spends time with them and lets them help her. You're making excuses." He told me pointedly.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed and I realized my hands were far to big to reach the piece I needed off my bike.

Jax looked and nodded his head toward (y/n). "Ask for her help man. Just see how she acts around you. You'll see I'm right." He sauntered off, probably feeling good about himself.

I cast a glace toward her and saw her sitting down in a chair fiddling with a part for the car she was working on. I sighed and looked down.

Your P.O.V

"Hey! (y/n), can you gimmie a hand?" Opie called from across the garage.

I got up wiping my hands on a rag and headed toward him. "Whattya need?" I asked smiling down at his seated form sweetly.

"I can't reach in here to hold the nut in place. Can you help me out?" He asked.

"Sure." I told him cheerfully.

I reached my hand in and held everything as he fixed it. It took minutes and he was done. "Thanks (y/n)."

"Anytime Ope." I told him smiling at him again.

Something about him sent my heart racing everytime we were close to each other. Even if he doesn't feel the same way maybe I should just take the chance...

I went to walk away and go back to work but I stopped myself. No, I can't keep hiding and not saying anything. It's time to take a chance for myself. If I get turned down, I'll do it with my head held high. "Hey Ope?" I asked spinning on my heel before I could talk myself out of it.

He turned toward me a curious look on his face. "Yeah?" He asked.

"How would you feel about coming over for dinner tomorrow night?" I asked as suddenly my whole body went tense and my heart pounded.

The nervousness and anxiety skyrocketing as I waited for his answer. A shocked look over took his features. "Like a date?" He asked.

"Yeah... Exactly like a date." I said as a bright red blush covered my cheeks and I looked down embarrassed.

His silence, I was beginning to think he was going to say no. So, I took a deep breath and went to turn when his voice stopped me. "Wait." I heard a clatter and turned back to see him coming toward me.

"Look Ope, if yo-" I was cut off by his lips crashing down on mine, one hand gripping at the back of my neck as the other grasped my hip pulling me closer.

The sensation his lips caused was like nothing I'd ever felt before. His lips moved against mine and it took me barely a second to respond to him as I rested my open palms on his chest. He pulled away after a few moments leaving me breathing raggidly. "I'd love to come over for dinner and have a date with you." He said not removing his hands.

I smiled brightly at his handsome smile before wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him again.