Quiet shuffling dragged you from your achy sleep and you were reminded that you were supposed to have some kind of pain pills somewhere. And then you remembered Killer supposedly had them last.

You took a deep breath as you cracked your eyes open in time to see Kid standing at the foot of the bed, turned away from you. He'd just slipped on a pair of jeans but his torso was still bare. That meant you got to admire the broad expanse of his porcelain back long enough to temporarily forget about the pain.

Kid turned slightly, cutting the moment short as he noticed you staring and smirked. "I didn't think you'd wake up anytime soon."

"I can't sleep the day away." You returned and stretched, testing your limbs. Everything moved much easier than yesterday but it hurt much more since the drugs had worn off. You could tolerate that until Killer came back around.

Kid grunted in response as he pulled a second shirt out of his dresser and tossed it over as you carefully sat up. It was heavy with his scent and you pressed the fabric to your nose, not caring that Kid could see you doing it. He hadn't been all that touchy with you yet and you'd take what you could get.

"Miss me much?" He snickered.

"More than I should have." You smirked back at him as you worked the shirt over your head and got up gingerly to pick up your pants from yesterday. They'd do for now.

The admittance shut him up. You'd gone from having a hard time saying you loved him to willingly letting him know when you missed him. Being tortured was enough of a jarring experience for you not to worry about little things like how he'd take it anymore. But he found something else to bring up as he shoved his boots on.

"We're having a meeting today, downstairs. The crew should be showing up soon and you need to be there as well."

He started towards the stairs and you called for him before he could leave your sight. "Kid!"

And he paused at the head of the stairs, eyes cast down.

"Come here real quick." You shimmied into the pants much faster than last night and stood with your hands on your hips as he lumbered towards you, stopping when his chest almost bumped the tip of your nose.

He scowled down at you and you fought a smile, knowing he'd make some snarky remark if you grinned at him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself to your toes, making him duck down far enough for you to brush your lips against his.

"You have no idea how happy I was to see my boys had come to my rescue." The words came out as a sigh.

A growl left Kid as he grabbed at you, his metal arm slinging across your waist while his flesh fingers delved into your hair. His lips were pressed against yours firmly. You whined involuntarily, a little too sore for how he was handling you but unwilling to part at the same time.

Either he didn't notice how rough he was or like you, he didn't care. His mouth divoured yours with an intense need and it suddenly made sense for why he'd been almost distant so far. You'd halfway woken up a few times in the night and each time, he was as far from you as he possibly could be, practically at the edge of the bed. He'd wanted this as much as you did but was doing his best to refrain from hurting you.

Now that you'd instigated things, you realized he wasn't going to hold back. You tried to part for air and were only to get a small gasp out before his lips met yours again, this time he was able to slip his tongue past your lips. It swirled against your own and you couldn't help but moan lightly. Were you really going to try and have sex as tender as you were and supposedly right before a gang meeting? Hell yes.

You didn't care about anything else. You were back home and felt more alive than ever, plus you hadn't been with Kid physically in what felt like forever. You needed this.

When you two stumbled towards the bed and fell on it in a pile, he immediately started pulling your pants and panties down as he kissed along your neck, careful around the few cuts that littered it. You giggled to yourself as you plucked at his belt until it hung loose around his waist, letting him free his member.

"What's so funny?" He asked as he stared up at you through hooded eyes, mouth moving down to brush along your collar.

"We just got dressed." You gasped as he traced your entrance with a single finger, teasing you while he pushed your shirt up.

"And we can do it again after we're finished." He made a good point.

He wasted no time returning his focus to your body, his mouth caressing every part of undamaged skin that he could while his fingers pushed in and out of your core until you were moaning freely under him.

"What are my men going to think if they hear you like that?" Kid sneered, removing his fingers to press his hand over your mouth.

They were slick against the side of your face but instead of pushing him away, you just let out a shuddering, muffled cry as his cock rubbed along your folds enticingly.

"That's better." He cooed as he pressed his lips against your ear. "I can't have them all getting dirty thoughts about you now can I?"

And he thrust himself into you slowly. You felt every bit of him fill you up as your breath caught in your throat and you swore it was almost enough to make you cum. As soon as he was completely inside you, Kid let out a low groan and then began rocking into you. He had propped himself up on his metal hand to keep himself above you and besides the hand over your mouth, you noticed he'd been careful in touching you.

Even as he fucked you, it was delicate, sensual. In fact, you'd go as far to say it wasn't a fuck, Kid was making love. His body trembled as he kept himself from his usual, ruthless pace and each time he was entirely sheathed, he'd pause to enjoy the moment and moan with you. Seeing him so lost in the moment had you on the brink of an orgasm before you knew it and kept you there, riding that fine line. It was intoxicating to be right on that edge without quite spilling over.

Your hands shook as much as your lover's body as you reached under his shirt to glide along his chest. He may have temporarily taken your voice but he wasn't about to stop you from touching him. And fuck did you miss touching him. The small, delicate scars and smooth skin in between felt better than the finest silk under your fingertips and when he jerked into you suddenly from your touch, it sent you reeling into your climax.

He didn't need his hand to quiet you. With every pleasure driven twitch of your body, you forgot how to make any kind of noise. Your breath caught in your throat as he moved a little faster, thrusting into you a little more harshly until he was cumming right after you.

Both of you were too pent up for it not to turn into a quickie but you weren't about to complain. This was your first time seeing a more loving side from Kid and it couldn't have felt more perfect.

When the last waves of pleasure had left him, he moved his hand away, replacing it with his lips for a slow, sweet kiss until he finally pulled away.

"I hope you appreciate me not fucking you senseless." He grumbled.

"Despite wanting to?" You finished the thought, a stupid, happy grin plastered across your face.

"Don't be a brat, we need to get downstairs."

But if course he helped make sure you didn't struggle too much getting dressed once again before you both went down together.

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You understood why he didn't want you so loud as you sat with Killer, Heat, and Wire. Your backs were to the office and Kid stood beside you, pacing in front of the many men that crowded the rest of the workshop. It was still obvious what you were up to, Kid himself wasn't all that quiet. But he apparently decided to show off a possessive streak that he hadn't around the three you sat by.

Killer had slid over the bottle of pills rather stealthily but you didn't bother doing the same, noisily opening the bottle to shove a couple pills in your mouth and wash them down with some water Heat had so kindly offered. Even with as gentle as Kid was, you still hurt even worse after that fast session. You were pretty sure Killer didn't want the men noticing you nursing your wounds but then again, you didn't care.

Partially because you felt like you'd earned the right to do so and partially because you were sure if anyone gave you shit about it, they'd have to deal with Kid afterwards.

"We're going to have to make some changes." Kid began. "And I'm going to need all of you to bust your asses to make it happen. Since the marines had so kindly decided to make a stop at our base, we need to move before they do so again. It's only a matter of time until then."

While the move made sense, you didn't see it coming and were beginning to wonder what that'd mean for you. Would you be obligated to move too? Did you want to? Or was there really any reason for you to stay put?

The marines had decided that you were a part of the Kid gang, that much was obvious. Not to mention the many missed calls and voicemails you found on your phone from the school principal told you that you no longer had your job. As unfortunate as that was, it was bound to happen. They weren't going to keep someone around who was wanted by the government.

It was something you continued to puzzle over as Kid droned on, giving orders to the rest of his gang on preparing things to be moved to new locations. Heat seemed bored with it all, hardly paying any attention as he bounced his leg against yours, a little clingy ever since you'd come downstairs. Wire was attentive but stole glances over at you often. And Killer was as unreadable as always but you had a feeling he was relieved to have you back, at least content that Kid was back to his usual self.

And you were happy to say you'd grown just as attached to the group of overgrown misfits as they'd grown attached to you, the one woman that'd ever been able to go toe to toe with Kid on things and live to tell the tale, not to mention sleep in his bed.

The change from normal school teacher to gang leader's girlfriend had been a bit jarring to say the least but you'd managed to take the change in stride. In fact, despite everything that'd happened, you'd found that you'd grown comfortable with the idea of what Kid did. It was strange yet not unentirely unwelcome.

"If you have any questions, figure it out yourself. Get your asses in gear!" Kid barked, bringing you back down to reality. Somehow you'd zoned out long enough to miss the entire meeting.

"If you have any questions, come to me." Killer corrected Kid as he stood.

The room became a flurry of action as men moved about. Most of them cleared the building while a handful stayed, grabbing tool boxes and anything else ready to take.

You took in the mess of activity in front of you, swaying slightly in your seat. The drugs were kicking in nicely and you were pain free now and maybe on a small high as well. Enough of one that you were completely relaxed when you probably should have been a little more worried about what you'd do with yourself now that your life had turned completely upside down in a while new way.

"Did you catch all that?" Kid sat beside you, taking Killer's seat.

"Nope." You hummed. "Law hooked me up with some good shit."

"Are we talking as good as that bourbon?"

You giggled at his sly smile. "Pretty damn close."

And then the smile dropped as he surveyed his men, watching the building empty of his tools and other possessions bit by bit. "We're moving further towards the center of the city. There's a good piece of land there, a few empty acres with a warehouse we can use as a new shop front."

"That sounds pretty nifty."

"Not my choice of words but it'll work."

"What should I do?" You almost whispered. Reality was suddenly hitting hard.

"Nothing." He growled. "You'd fall apart if you tried to help in your condition."

"That's not what I mean."

He let out a heavy sigh. "What? You think I'd leave you alone in that shitty apartment without a job to keep you going? You're coming with me, our deal isn't done yet."

And suddenly you weren't so confused anymore. You smiled widely at him, growing more amused by the second as he began to blush. He could use the original "deal" as a crutch all he wanted but you knew what he meant.

"Can you teach me then? Teach me what all exactly you do and how I can help."

"You don't seriously want to be a part of this after what they did to you."

"Why not? I'm already practically in it deep. The marines think so at least."

He looked away, scowling at the many forms moving to and fro. A few men glanced your way before ducking their heads down and moving even faster, unnerved by Kid. It was funny realizing he didn't scare you like that. He hadn't intimidated you in a long time.

"There's no going back to a normal life if you do this."

"I don't think I can do that anyway."

"You'll need to be able to do more than shoot a gun."

"I assumed as much."

"I'm not a nice teacher."

"Good thing one of us is."

"Quit fuckin' staring at her!" He snapped at a man that'd chanced a look at you at the wrong time. Possessive indeed. You'd have to work with him on that.

"It's what I want Kid. If we're going to stick together, I want to really be a part of what you're doing." You ignored his outburst for now.

You met his eyes and they were as intense as the first day you saw him but this time, they weren't as harsh. They were still sharp but there was a gentleness to them that you knew he held just for you.

And then he gave you that handsome, devilish grin that you adored. "Time to pack your shit then, we're moving."

With a little bit of help, you'd be doing just that.