<em>Ingrid with Jake when he arrives. With the others at the bar as well</em><br/><br/>It had been early when he'd left and she'd not slept good once he was gone. She knew that sometimes he would be gone for days and she honestly hated that, though she'd never say anything against it. Sometimes she had to be gone for days and it made her feel good to just hope that he felt that longing when she was gone, even if he quelled it with a sweet butt.<br/><br/>Grinning when she heard his bike in the distance, Ingrid's step grew a bit livelier.  While she was his Old Lady, and a color wearing member of the club, she was still a female and though she was tougher in some ways than a lot of other women, she was just as soft and fragile in some ways as any female.  She loved hard and deep; and she loved Jake. She even had 'Property of Jake' tattooed in a very private place that only some were privileged enough to get to see.  Even if they weren't monogamous, she couldn't love that man any more deeply than she did and she wasn't shy about it.  Why should she be? Did it make her weak to show that she cared? If it did she didn't give a shit. The other Old Ladies showed that they did when their men came in.<br/><br/>She turned toward him when he approached, glad that he'd even looked her way after he'd dealt with the prospect.  Sometimes she thought that she could be content just being his Old Lady, but the times that she got to ride… she didn't think that she'd trade those rides for anything. There were the ones that she rode her own bike on, when they needed numbers or to be able to split up, but most of the time she chose the back of Jake's bike if they were together.  Giggling huskily as he slipped his arm around her waist, she nodded and leaned up to give him soft little kisses on the lips, her face bright and alive, eyes dancing with happiness. "I didn't know there was going to be a meeting, just got in here and no one was working the bar… and well… from the sounds of it Chase and Riley are rearranging the furniture up there one thrust at a time."  She giggled and turned toward him, unzipping her vest quickly, opening the leather to flash him before closing it right back up and zipping it as if she'd done nothing; save for that shit eating grin perched upon her crimson painted lips.<br/>