𝔊𝔢𝔪.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma’s head was pounding in the shitty way it did after a night of drinking and bad decisions. At least she usually woke up in her own bed… But not this morning. Goddamn perfect. With how things have been going with Clay, after he laid hands on her, she was just satisfied that she wasn’t waking up next to him.

She sighs, pulling on her jeans along with the rest of her clothes. She may have pointed a gun at the unfamiliar man whose bed she had apparently fallen into last night, but at least he was handsome. Honestly, despite being a ‘companionater,’ as he had chosen to call himself, he seemed decent. He had offered her the choice of coming downstairs for a coffee or sneaking out the backdoor, and while the latter seemed more appealing to her pride, she desperately needed a coffee if she was going to get through the day without ripping someone’s head off.

Gemma slips into her heels and grabs her purse, heading down the staircase into a clean looking establishment. One would have never guessed it was a glorified strip club if it wasn’t for the women who were much too friendly wearing dresses that were much too short. She spots the man, sitting down across from him. She crosses her arms over her chest, wanting to appear as if she isn’t absolutely desperate for caffeine and maybe even a little intrigued by talking to him again.

~ @neropadillarp

“Sure,” Gemma says, slumping back slightly in her chair.

She looks up at him, before she catches herself staring and looks away, fidgeting with one of the rings on her fingers instead. Gemma feels her heart flutter, and she internally scolds herself. She wishes it was her goddamn heart problems acting up, and not this man turning her into some blushing idiot.

~ @neropadillarp

“Black. Lots of sugar,” Gemma responds, digging out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, placing one between her lips and lighting it, taking a long drag. It burns her throat in a way that almost soothes her nerves.

“Gemma,” she tells him her own name. She’s pretty sure that she told him her name was ‘Rose,’ the night before. It was what she had been telling all of the men that she didn’t want to remember after she and Clay had separated. But for some reason, she found herself wanting to remember Nero, wanting him to really see her. There was something different about him.

~ @fiercemcther

"Got it he said. He started making her coffee the way she liked it and handing it her. "So...Gemma, huh?" He remarked. "That's a beautiful name" He complimented. "For a beautiful woman" He told her. Taking the card from her he looked up at her smiling. "You take care of yourself, Gemma" He said, watching her walking out then looking down at the card she gave him, smiling quietly to himself. 'Maybe this will work out after all' He thought, still holding onto the card.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma can feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but quickly goes out to her ride. Gemma Teller doesn’t blush, it’s just unbearably hot in the brothel. Or that’s what she tells herself, anyway. She decides to go to TM, remembering the mountains of paperwork the boys never bother to do, and lights up another cigarette.

Her day at TM drags on and she can’t stop thinking about Nero. Which is strange, since she doesn’t even bother saying goodbye to most of the men she’s slept with since things blew up with Clay. Much less pleasantries like coffee and casual conversation.

Nero's still at Diosa in his office. He had put Gemma's number in his pocket. He's doing paperwork, but can't stop thinking about her and their night together. He wanted more of her. To learn more about her. Have all of her. He was in love with her.

A few minutes elapsed and he wondered if she got home safely or not even though he didn't know her very well yet inside he was worried about her safety. He didn't want her to be hurt, so he decided to call her. Taking out his phone from his pocket flipping it up he dials her number waiting for her to pick up.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma walks out of the TM office. She’s had a shit day. Between a monumental hangover, Clay moving out, and the work at TM, she’s exhausted in every way possible. Chucky has been more of an annoyance than a help, on one of his only speaking in rhymes kicks. Suddenly, as she says goodbye to Jax, her cell rings. She doesn’t recognize the number but answers anyway.

“Yeah?” She then hears Nero’s voice on the other end of the line, saying he was just making sure she got home safe. Gemma is shocked if she’s honest. Was he actually checking up on her?

~ @neropadillarp

Soon enough, things have blown up between the club and the One-Niners. Gemma knows they need somewhere to hide out other than the clubhouse, at least until things settle, and there’s only one place that she can think of… Diosa. Besides, Nero did say he’s there if she needs anything…

Gemma shows up with Jax and the rest of the boys, walking up to Nero and introducing him to her son. The two men talk potential business, before Jax busies himself with a phone call.

Seeing an opportunity, Gemma tugs Nero aside. “Too soon to introduce you to the family?” She smirks, teasing. This man is going to think she’s crazy for bringing the club here.

~ @fiercemcther

~ @neropadillarp

“Yeah…” Gemma nods, her throat feeling suddenly dry. She swallows, brushing some hair from her face.

“Do you think I could put my stuff down up in your place? Just don’t want that one lookin’ through my underwear,” She asks and gestures to Tig teasingly, the duffel bag on her shoulder suddenly feeling very heavy. Gemma could’ve done without packing that last pair of shoes, but she wasn’t about to go into hiding without at least three pairs.

~ @fiercemcther

He smiled. “Okay well my room is upstairs and make yourself at home and get some sleep if your tired” He told her, reaching out rubbing her arms in small circles with his fingers for a moment. Taking a deep breath he looked over at Carla eyes narrowed a bit then back at Gemma. “Don’t worry about her, she’ll be fine” He reassured her.

Shivers run down Gemma’s spine when he hears him whisper in her. He wants to see where this goes? She clears her throat and nods.

“Yeah… Sure. Come check on me later,” she smirks, before disappearing upstairs. She puts her bag down and looks around the bedroom she barely remembers being in the night before. She has to give it to Nero, he does have great attention to detail.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma stirs. She was having a goddamn good dream about nothingness.

She stirs, turning her head to look at Nero over her shoulder. She sees his kind face and can’t help but smile. “Hey,” she grumbles, the feeling of him rubbing her arm somewhat soothing. She hesitates before giving him a soft kiss.

~ @fiercemcther

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Gemma gasps in response to his touch, her blonde streaked dark hair messy with sleep. She nods. What was it with this goddamn man?

“I slept well. Your bed is comfortable,” Really Gemma? ‘Your bed is comfortable?’

She decides to not wait for a response and leans forward to kiss him instead. The kiss is deep and passionate, like she’s sure they were the night before, though she doesn’t quite remember.

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His big hand wraps around her as his fingers snap her bra off from behind slipping it off throwing it wherever he looked down at her nipples, they are hard he can tell just by looking. His fingers squeeze them gently while his thumbs make small circles around them. He crawls on top of her making sure his whole body covers hers, he is so aroused he wants her now.

Next his body grinds against hers, his dick is getting harder. Quickly he takes off his tank top throwing it onto the floor then his hands reach down to his pants unbuttoning them taking them off leaving his boxers for now. Seconds later he can’t take it anymore he pulls down his boxers letting them slide down onto the floor.

“I want you, Gem again and now” He whispers into her ear, gripping her hips with his hands trying to keep control of himself from coming on her. He slowly rips off her panties settles himself in between her legs, grabbing his dick placing it close to her entrance then closer teasing it with his tip not pushing himself into her just yet while looking deeply into her eyes.

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“Shit!” Gemma gasps. She’s definitely not stopping him, and instead wraps her legs around his waist.

“The guys are downstairs, and…” she tries to reason, reason why this is a bad idea, but she really can’t. She wants Nero, in every way that she can have him. Things with him feel fresh, new, in a way that might be the death of her if he keeps teasing her like this.

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He chuckles. "Baby, your so impatient" He remarked, kissing her neck, gently biting it before letting her go. His hand grabs his dick pushing it in just a bit then taking it out of her entrance. "I love teasing you, mi amor" He whispers in her ear. "You want this?" He asks, pushing himself inside her just a bit once again, but taking himself out quickly.

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“Nero…” she moans, spreading her legs further for his access. He’s setting every one of her nerve endings on fire in a way she hasn’t felt in decades.

She can barely believe how aroused she is, and as he begins rolling his hips, her black manicured fingernails dig into his back, leaving scratches along the tattoo.

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Imagine you're preparing for a date with your old man and showing Gemma your outfit

"It's not that bad!.....Is it?"

"Sweetheart........are we going on a date here or door to door spreading the word of God?" She looks you up and down with an amused look.

"Right, changing. Definitely changing" You rush away to change again.

Clay has an enemy… With two wings and white feathers.

Obnoxious squawking wakes Clay up from the dead of sleep, and he groans, moving his arm upward to cover his eyes.

“The hell?” He grumbles, cracking an eye open reluctantly and peeking out from underneath his arm. That’s when he sees it.

That damn bird. It’s staring at him, taunting him with its beady eyes, its white feathers slightly ruffled.

It squawks again, just as Clay’s falling back asleep. It knows.

“Gemma!” He calls, but doesn’t receive a response from his ol’ lady. “Goddamn it… Gemma!” He tries again, and soon he hears her shuffling back to the bedroom.

“What?” Gemma raises a brow, leaning against the doorway. She’s wearing a robe and slippers, her dark, blonde streaked hair slightly messy. “I can’t even make a damn coffee without you needing me for something? I was starting to think you finally croaked.”

Clay narrows his eyes. “That damn bird,” he grumbles. Looking at the bird accusingly, which is now sitting on its perch, cleaning itself innocently.

Gemma sighs, walking over to the cage and unlocking it, taking the large white cockatoo out, which happily moves to sit on her hand. “Leave him alone, Clay. He’s just hungry,” she says, stroking the bird’s head with her free hand.

“He won’t leave me alone,” Clay responds petulantly. Earning a scoff from his wife, who takes the bird downstairs.

Finally, some goddamn peace, Clay thinks to himself. He tries to fall back asleep, tossing and turning, but of course, he can’t. Perfect.

Clay stands up from the bed, reluctantly pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a black undershirt before heading downstairs. He sees Gemma in the kitchen, fixing breakfast and comes up behind her, kissing her cheek. He pours himself a cup of coffee before heading to the table, and he sees it. The bird, eating from a bowl of seeds. On top of the table. In his seat.

“Don’t start,” Gemma smirks from behind him, placing a plate of food for him at another seat on the table. He just grunts, sitting at the alternative seat and beginning to eat. His old lady is a damn good cook. She always has been.

Gemma sits next to him, sipping her coffee, the mug warm in her hands. She reaches to stroke the cockatoo’s head. Coco. He has a name. Gemma loves birds, always has. They are calm, independent, and free. Even in their life of chaos. Besides… Birds aren’t annoying like dogs.

“You got to handle that shit with the Irish today?” Gemma asks, as Clay stabs a piece of bacon with his fork.

“Yeah. Another gun deal that blew up,” he says, glancing at her and taking her hand, kissing her knuckles.

Coco squawks in distaste, causing Gemma to chuckle, and Clay to glare at the feathered tyrant.

Awhile later, Clay heads back to the bedroom to get dressed. He pulls on his jeans, a black t-shirt, and ties up his boots. He grabs his kutte when he feels something wet against his fingers. He pulls back and that’s when he sees it. Bird shit. Bird shit staining the black leather. This was it. He was going to kill this bird… Or maybe just rehome it, since he really wasn’t in the market to get a divorce.

“Goddamn it!” He yells, his booming voice echoing through the house.

Gemma comes out of the bathroom, where she had been fixing her hair and makeup for the day. She’s wearing a leather jacket and dark denim jeans. “What now?” She watches as Clay wipes his hand on a towel almost aggressively.

“Your goddamn bird shit on my kutte,” he growls, holding up the leather to show her.

Gemma can’t help herself. She really tries not to. But she bursts out laughing. She sees Clay’s face drop when he realizes she’s clearly not as bothered by this absolute tragedy as he is.

“Sorry, baby,” she catches her breath, tapping his chest and taking it from him. “I’ll wash it off. It’s just bird shit. All he eats is seeds.”

Eventually, Clay is leaving the house in a clean kutte, but his pride? It’s still wounded.

After a long day of taking care of club business, Clay is finally home. Clothes are dropping to the floor, and the sounds of Gemma and Clay’s whispers and soft chuckles fill the room. Their bodies are pressed together under the covers, skin against skin, both of them lost in each other’s familiar yet exciting touch.

That is, however, until Clay feels something collide with the back of his head, and a sharp pain in his ear.

“Jesus Christ!” He shouts, pulling back, his hand moving to cover his ear. A bundle of white feathers flies over to the bedside table as Coco lands, an indignant squawk coming from the bird. Gemma, on the other hand, bursts into laughter, the kind of laughter that makes your stomach hurt.

She sits up, moving Clay’s hand away from his ear so she can assess the damage. Luckily, it’s just a scratch, but she moves to get a few Q-Tips and some hydrogen peroxide anyway, disinfecting the cut.

“Damn asshole bird…” Clay winces, letting Gemma care for his battle wound. Once she’s finished, he feels her soft lips press a kiss to his stubbled cheek. Then he sees her petting that traitor, and telling him he’s a good boy.

“You know, sometimes I think you love that goddamn bird more than you love me,” he says, though he reluctantly reaches out to pat its head, offering a truce.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma’s head was pounding in the shitty way it did after a night of drinking and bad decisions. At least she usually woke up in her own bed… But not this morning. Goddamn perfect. With how things have been going with Clay, after he laid hands on her, she was just satisfied that she wasn’t waking up next to him.

She sighs, pulling on her jeans along with the rest of her clothes. She may have pointed a gun at the unfamiliar man whose bed she had apparently fallen into last night, but at least he was handsome. Honestly, despite being a ‘companionater,’ as he had chosen to call himself, he seemed decent. He had offered her the choice of coming downstairs for a coffee or sneaking out the backdoor, and while the latter seemed more appealing to her pride, she desperately needed a coffee if she was going to get through the day without ripping someone’s head off.

Gemma slips into her heels and grabs her purse, heading down the staircase into a clean looking establishment. One would have never guessed it was a glorified strip club if it wasn’t for the women who were much too friendly wearing dresses that were much too short. She spots the man, sitting down across from him. She crosses her arms over her chest, wanting to appear as if she isn’t absolutely desperate for caffeine and maybe even a little intrigued by talking to him again.

~ @neropadillarp

“Sure,” Gemma says, slumping back slightly in her chair.

She looks up at him, before she catches herself staring and looks away, fidgeting with one of the rings on her fingers instead. Gemma feels her heart flutter, and she internally scolds herself. She wishes it was her goddamn heart problems acting up, and not this man turning her into some blushing idiot.

~ @neropadillarp

“Black. Lots of sugar,” Gemma responds, digging out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, placing one between her lips and lighting it, taking a long drag. It burns her throat in a way that almost soothes her nerves.

“Gemma,” she tells him her own name. She’s pretty sure that she told him her name was ‘Rose,’ the night before. It was what she had been telling all of the men that she didn’t want to remember after she and Clay had separated. But for some reason, she found herself wanting to remember Nero, wanting him to really see her. There was something different about him.

~ @fiercemcther

"Got it he said. He started making her coffee the way she liked it and handing it her. "So...Gemma, huh?" He remarked. "That's a beautiful name" He complimented. "For a beautiful woman" He told her. Taking the card from her he looked up at her smiling. "You take care of yourself, Gemma" He said, watching her walking out then looking down at the card she gave him, smiling quietly to himself. 'Maybe this will work out after all' He thought, still holding onto the card.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma can feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but quickly goes out to her ride. Gemma Teller doesn’t blush, it’s just unbearably hot in the brothel. Or that’s what she tells herself, anyway. She decides to go to TM, remembering the mountains of paperwork the boys never bother to do, and lights up another cigarette.

Her day at TM drags on and she can’t stop thinking about Nero. Which is strange, since she doesn’t even bother saying goodbye to most of the men she’s slept with since things blew up with Clay. Much less pleasantries like coffee and casual conversation.

Nero's still at Diosa in his office. He had put Gemma's number in his pocket. He's doing paperwork, but can't stop thinking about her and their night together. He wanted more of her. To learn more about her. Have all of her. He was in love with her.

A few minutes elapsed and he wondered if she got home safely or not even though he didn't know her very well yet inside he was worried about her safety. He didn't want her to be hurt, so he decided to call her. Taking out his phone from his pocket flipping it up he dials her number waiting for her to pick up.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma walks out of the TM office. She’s had a shit day. Between a monumental hangover, Clay moving out, and the work at TM, she’s exhausted in every way possible. Chucky has been more of an annoyance than a help, on one of his only speaking in rhymes kicks. Suddenly, as she says goodbye to Jax, her cell rings. She doesn’t recognize the number but answers anyway.

“Yeah?” She then hears Nero’s voice on the other end of the line, saying he was just making sure she got home safe. Gemma is shocked if she’s honest. Was he actually checking up on her?

~ @neropadillarp

Soon enough, things have blown up between the club and the One-Niners. Gemma knows they need somewhere to hide out other than the clubhouse, at least until things settle, and there’s only one place that she can think of… Diosa. Besides, Nero did say he’s there if she needs anything…

Gemma shows up with Jax and the rest of the boys, walking up to Nero and introducing him to her son. The two men talk potential business, before Jax busies himself with a phone call.

Seeing an opportunity, Gemma tugs Nero aside. “Too soon to introduce you to the family?” She smirks, teasing. This man is going to think she’s crazy for bringing the club here.

~ @fiercemcther

~ @neropadillarp

“Yeah…” Gemma nods, her throat feeling suddenly dry. She swallows, brushing some hair from her face.

“Do you think I could put my stuff down up in your place? Just don’t want that one lookin’ through my underwear,” She asks and gestures to Tig teasingly, the duffel bag on her shoulder suddenly feeling very heavy. Gemma could’ve done without packing that last pair of shoes, but she wasn’t about to go into hiding without at least three pairs.

~ @fiercemcther

He smiled. “Okay well my room is upstairs and make yourself at home and get some sleep if your tired” He told her, reaching out rubbing her arms in small circles with his fingers for a moment. Taking a deep breath he looked over at Carla eyes narrowed a bit then back at Gemma. “Don’t worry about her, she’ll be fine” He reassured her.

Shivers run down Gemma’s spine when he hears him whisper in her. He wants to see where this goes? She clears her throat and nods.

“Yeah… Sure. Come check on me later,” she smirks, before disappearing upstairs. She puts her bag down and looks around the bedroom she barely remembers being in the night before. She has to give it to Nero, he does have great attention to detail.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma stirs. She was having a goddamn good dream about nothingness.

She stirs, turning her head to look at Nero over her shoulder. She sees his kind face and can’t help but smile. “Hey,” she grumbles, the feeling of him rubbing her arm somewhat soothing. She hesitates before giving him a soft kiss.

~ @fiercemcther

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Gemma gasps in response to his touch, her blonde streaked dark hair messy with sleep. She nods. What was it with this goddamn man?

“I slept well. Your bed is comfortable,” Really Gemma? ‘Your bed is comfortable?’

She decides to not wait for a response and leans forward to kiss him instead. The kiss is deep and passionate, like she’s sure they were the night before, though she doesn’t quite remember.

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His big hand wraps around her as his fingers snap her bra off from behind slipping it off throwing it wherever he looked down at her nipples, they are hard he can tell just by looking. His fingers squeeze them gently while his thumbs make small circles around them. He crawls on top of her making sure his whole body covers hers, he is so aroused he wants her now.

Next his body grinds against hers, his dick is getting harder. Quickly he takes off his tank top throwing it onto the floor then his hands reach down to his pants unbuttoning them taking them off leaving his boxers for now. Seconds later he can’t take it anymore he pulls down his boxers letting them slide down onto the floor.

“I want you, Gem again and now” He whispers into her ear, gripping her hips with his hands trying to keep control of himself from coming on her. He slowly rips off her panties settles himself in between her legs, grabbing his dick placing it close to her entrance then closer teasing it with his tip not pushing himself into her just yet while looking deeply into her eyes.

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“Shit!” Gemma gasps. She’s definitely not stopping him, and instead wraps her legs around his waist.

“The guys are downstairs, and…” she tries to reason, reason why this is a bad idea, but she really can’t. She wants Nero, in every way that she can have him. Things with him feel fresh, new, in a way that might be the death of her if he keeps teasing her like this.

Teller family traditions! A fluffy family fanfic involving Gemma, Nero, Jax, Tara, Abel and Thomas when Fun Town comes into Charming again this year. Set with the show obviously having ended a little differently! Open to feedback and requests!

The sounds of kids screaming, clown horns, and giggling couples fills the air. Fun Town is back in Charming, like it had been every year since… Well, since Gemma could remember. She wasn’t about to age herself.

One of Abel’s hands is clasped in her’s, slightly sticky from the cotton candy he has the death grip on in the other. Tara had insisted that he had already had too much sugar, but Gemma couldn’t resist her grandson when he looked at her pleadingly as they passed the cotton candy stand. It was a grandparent’s job to spoil their grandchildren, right? Besides, she wouldn’t be the one having to deal with him bouncing off the walls later that night. And no, she wasn’t trying to deliberately make Tara’s life miserable.

Jax and Tara are following close behind with Thomas in his stroller, who is babbling and pointing at all the bright colours and strange sounds.

“Really, Gemma?” Tara says as she catches up, raising her brow at Abel who is devouring his cotton candy like he hasn’t eaten in years. Gemma just smirks and shrugs.

“Just makin’ sure you get a master class in parenting tonight, sweetheart,” she retorts. Jax just sighs, and shakes his head. Honestly? Gemma and Tara had been getting along lately. They weren’t best friends or holding hands singing Kumbaya, but it was progress. After Gemma had gotten in that wreck with Abel and Thomas in the car, she had put in some serious effort to earn seeing them back. Luckily, Jax and Tara both saw it.

“Ay mano, avoid the taco stand,” Nero’s voice can be heard from behind the group as he approaches from the porta-potties, looking a little pale. He mumbles something in Spanish about the tacos being an insult to Mexican culture, before clapping Jax on the back, and pressing a kiss to Gemma’s cheek.

“Yeah, brother. We tried to tell you. Everything but the hotdogs and the burgers if you’re willing to take a risk, are off limits at Fun Town,” Jax snorts, clearly amused by Nero’s predicament.

Nero dismisses Jax with a wave. “You eat anything, mama?” He asks, turning to Gemma.

“Here? Please. I haven’t eaten the slop here since I was sixteen,” she says to Nero with a smirk, but presses a soft kiss to his lips anyway. “Think of this as your family initiation,” she teasingly pokes his stomach, earning an unamused grumble.

“Gramma! Look!” Abel pipes up, pointing towards a ride. Gemma looks over and her heart drops. It looks horrid. The spinning. The high pitched screaming. She can practically feel the amused smirks of Jax, Tara and Nero behind her.

“You want to go on that?” Gemma raises a brow.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Abel is practically vibrating with excitement, already tugging his grandmother towards the colourful torture device. Gemma knows Jax and Tara are going to let her take this hit, and tapping in Nero after his run in with Fun Town tacos would just be cruel.

After what seems like forever waiting in line, Gemma and Abel are seated in one of the teacup shaped sections of the ride, a wheel between the two of them to make it spin faster. The ride begins, and Gemma can almost swear that Abel has gained super-human strength, because she’s almost losing her non-existent lunch. However, his excited laughter is contagious, and Gemma makes damn sure that their teacup is spinning the fastest, and that her grandson is having the most fun.

Once the ride comes to an end, Gemma tries not to lose her balance as she stumbles out to her family. Nero chuckles, pulling her into his arms, and Jax and Tara are grinning.

“Jesus Christ, Mom,” Jax laughs, as Tara bends to hug Abel who is running towards her, giggling.

“What? I wasn’t about to let him lose out to a bunch of other kids and their asshole parents,” she says, shrugging, causing Jax to shake his head and chuckle.

“Having fun?” Nero smirks, pressing a kiss to Gemma’s head.

“Oh, of course, darlin’,” Gemma says sarcastically, but leans up to kiss him anyway.

“Hey, look. Bumper cars! I used to love those when I was a kid,” Jax smirks, stuffing the last half of his unfinished hotdog into his mouth.

Then before she knows it, Gemma is stuffed into a cramped bumper car with Abel by her side. Jax, Tara and Nero have their own, but Abel insisted on riding shotgun with his grandma. The cotton candy bribery seemed to be working a little too well. Thomas, still too young to join them, is being amused by Tig on the sidelines, who dropped by just to see how many clowns he could cause to fall into the dunk tank.

Soon, the round of bumper cars begins and Abel is giggling uncontrollably as Gemma crashes their car into multiple others. Soon, Tara crashes her car into theirs, a grin on her face.

“Gramma, get Mommy!” Abel squeals, pointing to Tara. “You bitch,” Gemma says under her breath, but there’s a huge smile on her face and she’s laughing along with Tara and Abel. Gemma had almost forgotten that she could smile like that.

Meanwhile, Jax and Nero are engaged in a full on brawl that seems more intense than any of their other business ventures, crashing into each other.

“Watch it, mano! I’ve been driving longer than you’ve been breathing,” Nero yells.

“Yeah, yeah. Old man!” Jax laughs in response, but it’s clear who won this round when Jax’s car shuts down, followed by a groan from the club’s President. Nero laughs, almost manically, steering away and making a beeline for Gemma, crashing into the back of her bumper car.

“Asshole!” Gemma shrieks, and Gemma Teller doesn’t shriek. But this is the most fun she’s had in a long time. The most fun their family has had in a long time, and goddamn, it’s needed.

Later, Gemma is sitting at home on the couch with Nero. She rests her head on his shoulder and sighs. “That was nice… Even if it was goddamn exhausting. We should bring Lucius with us next time,” she says, sighing softly.

“Yeah, it was. Lucius would love it. Might even beat his old man at bumper cars,” Nero responds with a chuckle, tracing gentle circles on her arm. “It’s good to see you happy, mama,” he whispers.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma’s head was pounding in the shitty way it did after a night of drinking and bad decisions. At least she usually woke up in her own bed… But not this morning. Goddamn perfect. With how things have been going with Clay, after he laid hands on her, she was just satisfied that she wasn’t waking up next to him.

She sighs, pulling on her jeans along with the rest of her clothes. She may have pointed a gun at the unfamiliar man whose bed she had apparently fallen into last night, but at least he was handsome. Honestly, despite being a ‘companionater,’ as he had chosen to call himself, he seemed decent. He had offered her the choice of coming downstairs for a coffee or sneaking out the backdoor, and while the latter seemed more appealing to her pride, she desperately needed a coffee if she was going to get through the day without ripping someone’s head off.

Gemma slips into her heels and grabs her purse, heading down the staircase into a clean looking establishment. One would have never guessed it was a glorified strip club if it wasn’t for the women who were much too friendly wearing dresses that were much too short. She spots the man, sitting down across from him. She crosses her arms over her chest, wanting to appear as if she isn’t absolutely desperate for caffeine and maybe even a little intrigued by talking to him again.

~ @neropadillarp

“Sure,” Gemma says, slumping back slightly in her chair.

She looks up at him, before she catches herself staring and looks away, fidgeting with one of the rings on her fingers instead. Gemma feels her heart flutter, and she internally scolds herself. She wishes it was her goddamn heart problems acting up, and not this man turning her into some blushing idiot.

~ @neropadillarp

“Black. Lots of sugar,” Gemma responds, digging out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, placing one between her lips and lighting it, taking a long drag. It burns her throat in a way that almost soothes her nerves.

“Gemma,” she tells him her own name. She’s pretty sure that she told him her name was ‘Rose,’ the night before. It was what she had been telling all of the men that she didn’t want to remember after she and Clay had separated. But for some reason, she found herself wanting to remember Nero, wanting him to really see her. There was something different about him.

~ @fiercemcther

"Got it he said. He started making her coffee the way she liked it and handing it her. "So...Gemma, huh?" He remarked. "That's a beautiful name" He complimented. "For a beautiful woman" He told her. Taking the card from her he looked up at her smiling. "You take care of yourself, Gemma" He said, watching her walking out then looking down at the card she gave him, smiling quietly to himself. 'Maybe this will work out after all' He thought, still holding onto the card.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma can feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but quickly goes out to her ride. Gemma Teller doesn’t blush, it’s just unbearably hot in the brothel. Or that’s what she tells herself, anyway. She decides to go to TM, remembering the mountains of paperwork the boys never bother to do, and lights up another cigarette.

Her day at TM drags on and she can’t stop thinking about Nero. Which is strange, since she doesn’t even bother saying goodbye to most of the men she’s slept with since things blew up with Clay. Much less pleasantries like coffee and casual conversation.

Nero's still at Diosa in his office. He had put Gemma's number in his pocket. He's doing paperwork, but can't stop thinking about her and their night together. He wanted more of her. To learn more about her. Have all of her. He was in love with her.

A few minutes elapsed and he wondered if she got home safely or not even though he didn't know her very well yet inside he was worried about her safety. He didn't want her to be hurt, so he decided to call her. Taking out his phone from his pocket flipping it up he dials her number waiting for her to pick up.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma walks out of the TM office. She’s had a shit day. Between a monumental hangover, Clay moving out, and the work at TM, she’s exhausted in every way possible. Chucky has been more of an annoyance than a help, on one of his only speaking in rhymes kicks. Suddenly, as she says goodbye to Jax, her cell rings. She doesn’t recognize the number but answers anyway.

“Yeah?” She then hears Nero’s voice on the other end of the line, saying he was just making sure she got home safe. Gemma is shocked if she’s honest. Was he actually checking up on her?

~ @neropadillarp

Soon enough, things have blown up between the club and the One-Niners. Gemma knows they need somewhere to hide out other than the clubhouse, at least until things settle, and there’s only one place that she can think of… Diosa. Besides, Nero did say he’s there if she needs anything…

Gemma shows up with Jax and the rest of the boys, walking up to Nero and introducing him to her son. The two men talk potential business, before Jax busies himself with a phone call.

Seeing an opportunity, Gemma tugs Nero aside. “Too soon to introduce you to the family?” She smirks, teasing. This man is going to think she’s crazy for bringing the club here.

~ @fiercemcther

~ @neropadillarp

“Yeah…” Gemma nods, her throat feeling suddenly dry. She swallows, brushing some hair from her face.

“Do you think I could put my stuff down up in your place? Just don’t want that one lookin’ through my underwear,” She asks and gestures to Tig teasingly, the duffel bag on her shoulder suddenly feeling very heavy. Gemma could’ve done without packing that last pair of shoes, but she wasn’t about to go into hiding without at least three pairs.

~ @fiercemcther

He smiled. “Okay well my room is upstairs and make yourself at home and get some sleep if your tired” He told her, reaching out rubbing her arms in small circles with his fingers for a moment. Taking a deep breath he looked over at Carla eyes narrowed a bit then back at Gemma. “Don’t worry about her, she’ll be fine” He reassured her.

Shivers run down Gemma’s spine when he hears him whisper in her. He wants to see where this goes? She clears her throat and nods.

“Yeah… Sure. Come check on me later,” she smirks, before disappearing upstairs. She puts her bag down and looks around the bedroom she barely remembers being in the night before. She has to give it to Nero, he does have great attention to detail.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma stirs. She was having a goddamn good dream about nothingness.

She stirs, turning her head to look at Nero over her shoulder. She sees his kind face and can’t help but smile. “Hey,” she grumbles, the feeling of him rubbing her arm somewhat soothing. She hesitates before giving him a soft kiss.

~ @fiercemcther

|~| 18+. Mature content below. |~|

Gemma gasps in response to his touch, her blonde streaked dark hair messy with sleep. She nods. What was it with this goddamn man?

“I slept well. Your bed is comfortable,” Really Gemma? ‘Your bed is comfortable?’

She decides to not wait for a response and leans forward to kiss him instead. The kiss is deep and passionate, like she’s sure they were the night before, though she doesn’t quite remember.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma’s head was pounding in the shitty way it did after a night of drinking and bad decisions. At least she usually woke up in her own bed… But not this morning. Goddamn perfect. With how things have been going with Clay, after he laid hands on her, she was just satisfied that she wasn’t waking up next to him.

She sighs, pulling on her jeans along with the rest of her clothes. She may have pointed a gun at the unfamiliar man whose bed she had apparently fallen into last night, but at least he was handsome. Honestly, despite being a ‘companionater,’ as he had chosen to call himself, he seemed decent. He had offered her the choice of coming downstairs for a coffee or sneaking out the backdoor, and while the latter seemed more appealing to her pride, she desperately needed a coffee if she was going to get through the day without ripping someone’s head off.

Gemma slips into her heels and grabs her purse, heading down the staircase into a clean looking establishment. One would have never guessed it was a glorified strip club if it wasn’t for the women who were much too friendly wearing dresses that were much too short. She spots the man, sitting down across from him. She crosses her arms over her chest, wanting to appear as if she isn’t absolutely desperate for caffeine and maybe even a little intrigued by talking to him again.

~ @neropadillarp

“Sure,” Gemma says, slumping back slightly in her chair.

She looks up at him, before she catches herself staring and looks away, fidgeting with one of the rings on her fingers instead. Gemma feels her heart flutter, and she internally scolds herself. She wishes it was her goddamn heart problems acting up, and not this man turning her into some blushing idiot.

~ @neropadillarp

“Black. Lots of sugar,” Gemma responds, digging out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, placing one between her lips and lighting it, taking a long drag. It burns her throat in a way that almost soothes her nerves.

“Gemma,” she tells him her own name. She’s pretty sure that she told him her name was ‘Rose,’ the night before. It was what she had been telling all of the men that she didn’t want to remember after she and Clay had separated. But for some reason, she found herself wanting to remember Nero, wanting him to really see her. There was something different about him.

~ @fiercemcther

"Got it he said. He started making her coffee the way she liked it and handing it her. "So...Gemma, huh?" He remarked. "That's a beautiful name" He complimented. "For a beautiful woman" He told her. Taking the card from her he looked up at her smiling. "You take care of yourself, Gemma" He said, watching her walking out then looking down at the card she gave him, smiling quietly to himself. 'Maybe this will work out after all' He thought, still holding onto the card.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma can feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but quickly goes out to her ride. Gemma Teller doesn’t blush, it’s just unbearably hot in the brothel. Or that’s what she tells herself, anyway. She decides to go to TM, remembering the mountains of paperwork the boys never bother to do, and lights up another cigarette.

Her day at TM drags on and she can’t stop thinking about Nero. Which is strange, since she doesn’t even bother saying goodbye to most of the men she’s slept with since things blew up with Clay. Much less pleasantries like coffee and casual conversation.

Nero's still at Diosa in his office. He had put Gemma's number in his pocket. He's doing paperwork, but can't stop thinking about her and their night together. He wanted more of her. To learn more about her. Have all of her. He was in love with her.

A few minutes elapsed and he wondered if she got home safely or not even though he didn't know her very well yet inside he was worried about her safety. He didn't want her to be hurt, so he decided to call her. Taking out his phone from his pocket flipping it up he dials her number waiting for her to pick up.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma walks out of the TM office. She’s had a shit day. Between a monumental hangover, Clay moving out, and the work at TM, she’s exhausted in every way possible. Chucky has been more of an annoyance than a help, on one of his only speaking in rhymes kicks. Suddenly, as she says goodbye to Jax, her cell rings. She doesn’t recognize the number but answers anyway.

“Yeah?” She then hears Nero’s voice on the other end of the line, saying he was just making sure she got home safe. Gemma is shocked if she’s honest. Was he actually checking up on her?

~ @neropadillarp

Soon enough, things have blown up between the club and the One-Niners. Gemma knows they need somewhere to hide out other than the clubhouse, at least until things settle, and there’s only one place that she can think of… Diosa. Besides, Nero did say he’s there if she needs anything…

Gemma shows up with Jax and the rest of the boys, walking up to Nero and introducing him to her son. The two men talk potential business, before Jax busies himself with a phone call.

Seeing an opportunity, Gemma tugs Nero aside. “Too soon to introduce you to the family?” She smirks, teasing. This man is going to think she’s crazy for bringing the club here.

~ @fiercemcther

~ @neropadillarp

“Yeah…” Gemma nods, her throat feeling suddenly dry. She swallows, brushing some hair from her face.

“Do you think I could put my stuff down up in your place? Just don’t want that one lookin’ through my underwear,” She asks and gestures to Tig teasingly, the duffel bag on her shoulder suddenly feeling very heavy. Gemma could’ve done without packing that last pair of shoes, but she wasn’t about to go into hiding without at least three pairs.

~ @fiercemcther

He smiled. “Okay well my room is upstairs and make yourself at home and get some sleep if your tired” He told her, reaching out rubbing her arms in small circles with his fingers for a moment. Taking a deep breath he looked over at Carla eyes narrowed a bit then back at Gemma. “Don’t worry about her, she’ll be fine” He reassured her.

Shivers run down Gemma’s spine when he hears him whisper in her. He wants to see where this goes? She clears her throat and nods.

“Yeah… Sure. Come check on me later,” she smirks, before disappearing upstairs. She puts her bag down and looks around the bedroom she barely remembers being in the night before. She has to give it to Nero, he does have great attention to detail.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma stirs. She was having a goddamn good dream about nothingness.

She stirs, turning her head to look at Nero over her shoulder. She sees his kind face and can’t help but smile. “Hey,” she grumbles, the feeling of him rubbing her arm somewhat soothing. She hesitates before giving him a soft kiss.

Gemma x Clay: The Worst Kind of Club Business…

Clay is dreaming. Something sweet about shooting guns and plethoras of money. However, a stirring beside him pulls him out of his pleasant dream state. He cracks an eye open, glancing over at his ol’ lady.

“Mornin’,” he grumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. A hum is all he gets in return from Gemma and he chuckles at her clear dissatisfaction with being even slightly awoken from her beauty sleep. Clay wraps his strong arms around her, pulling her close.

“You got club shit today?” Gemma asks softly, melting into the familiar warmth of his muscled body pressed against her own.

“Nah. Shit with the Mayans has calmed down for now. Jax can handle the club for today. I was thinkin’ about spendin’ all day right here. With you,” Clay smirks, his stubble tickling her soft skin as he presses a kiss to her shoulder, his calloused hand running along her side.

Gemma rolls over onto her back so she can look at him, a smirk on her face. “I’ve got some club business for you, darlin’,” she says slyly, her hand reaching up to cup his rough cheek.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Clay’s grin only grows. He knows exactly where this is going, and he isn’t complaining. That is until he hears what his wife says next, his cocky smirk instantly fading. This is not where he hoped this was going in the slightest.

“What?” he says, wanting to make sure that he did in fact hear her correctly, and that this wasn’t some kind of cruel joke. Or even a nightmare. Maybe he was still sleeping?

“I said, Luann and I need to do some shopping. It’d be nice to have an escort… And someone to carry the bags around,” Yup, he definitely did hear her correctly, and that smirk on Gemma’s face wasn’t making the news of this torture she had planned for him any easier.

Clay groans, rolling onto his back and rubbing his face. “Goddamn it, woman. Shopping with you and Luann? I’m a goddamn biker, not some personal assistant. What kind of slow, cruel torture is that?”

Gemma moves to rest her head on his chest, pressing a kiss to it, and looks up at him. “C’mon, baby. Please. I’ll make it worth your while when we get home,” she knows she has him exactly where she wants him.

Before Clay knows it, he’s practically a glorified pack mule. Bags are slung over his arms, and Gemma and Luann are walking ahead of him chattering about who knows what. He makes a point out of glaring at anyone who dares look at him with even a hint of amusement, or at all. His pockets, however, a strong contrast to the weight in his arms, feel lighter since Gemma has been convincing him to buy anything that she likes, thinks she might like, or that she might eventually need. Goddamn this woman.

That’s when he sees her make a beeline for the plant shop, and Clay’s heart drops. He might even be sweating. He groans dramatically, following her inside. There’s no use trying to stop her, shes too far gone.

“Clay! Look at these. They’re beautiful and would look perfect next to my azaleas,” Gemma muses, her pristine black manicure brushing against delicate pink petals.

Clay looks at Luann pleadingly who just smirks sympathetically, knowing better than to get involved in her friend’s marriage drama, moving to look at some flowers across the aisle. He sighs. “Gem, don’t you think we have enough plants at home? We’re practically living in a damn jungle.”

Gemma’s eyes narrow, and she turns to Clay, resting her hands on her hips. “You’ve been enjoying sitting in the greenhouse when you’re sulking and having your morning coffee, haven’t you?”

Then somehow, some way, Clay Morrow, President of SAMCRO, is leaving the store with not just shopping bags, but goddamn plants in his arms. Peonies to be exact, that need lots of sun, and to be watered every 7-10 days… Don’t ask him how he knows.

Eventually, Gemma has decided that he’s had enough of her torture, and they’re home. Finally. Clay has never been happier to see the goddamn front door, and that says a lot. Gemma grabs the plants from Clay’s hands and he puts down the bags with a relieved sigh. He follows her into the greenhouse, which is more of a brightly lit room packed full of plants and lined with windows. He leans against the doorframe, watching as she tends to the blooming flowers, and bright green shrubbery.

He pushes off of the door, and walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder.

“I got somethin’ to wear. Special for you,” Gemma smirks mischievously, putting down her watering can and turning to face him, her hand moving to rest on his broad chest.

“Oh yeah? I’m startin’ to think I deserve somethin’ special after all that,” Clay teases back, his blue eyes meeting the same hazel ones he’s been goddamn lucky to look into for years.

“I love you,” she says, a soft smile on her face.

“This love is going to kill me,” he responds with a deep kiss, feeling her wrap her arms around his neck. After all she puts up with, it may just be worth it to see her smile. Even if their house is starting to look like an overgrown jungle.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma’s head was pounding in the shitty way it did after a night of drinking and bad decisions. At least she usually woke up in her own bed… But not this morning. Goddamn perfect. With how things have been going with Clay, after he laid hands on her, she was just satisfied that she wasn’t waking up next to him.

She sighs, pulling on her jeans along with the rest of her clothes. She may have pointed a gun at the unfamiliar man whose bed she had apparently fallen into last night, but at least he was handsome. Honestly, despite being a ‘companionater,’ as he had chosen to call himself, he seemed decent. He had offered her the choice of coming downstairs for a coffee or sneaking out the backdoor, and while the latter seemed more appealing to her pride, she desperately needed a coffee if she was going to get through the day without ripping someone’s head off.

Gemma slips into her heels and grabs her purse, heading down the staircase into a clean looking establishment. One would have never guessed it was a glorified strip club if it wasn’t for the women who were much too friendly wearing dresses that were much too short. She spots the man, sitting down across from him. She crosses her arms over her chest, wanting to appear as if she isn’t absolutely desperate for caffeine and maybe even a little intrigued by talking to him again.

~ @neropadillarp

“Sure,” Gemma says, slumping back slightly in her chair.

She looks up at him, before she catches herself staring and looks away, fidgeting with one of the rings on her fingers instead. Gemma feels her heart flutter, and she internally scolds herself. She wishes it was her goddamn heart problems acting up, and not this man turning her into some blushing idiot.

~ @neropadillarp

“Black. Lots of sugar,” Gemma responds, digging out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, placing one between her lips and lighting it, taking a long drag. It burns her throat in a way that almost soothes her nerves.

“Gemma,” she tells him her own name. She’s pretty sure that she told him her name was ‘Rose,’ the night before. It was what she had been telling all of the men that she didn’t want to remember after she and Clay had separated. But for some reason, she found herself wanting to remember Nero, wanting him to really see her. There was something different about him.

~ @fiercemcther

"Got it he said. He started making her coffee the way she liked it and handing it her. "So...Gemma, huh?" He remarked. "That's a beautiful name" He complimented. "For a beautiful woman" He told her. Taking the card from her he looked up at her smiling. "You take care of yourself, Gemma" He said, watching her walking out then looking down at the card she gave him, smiling quietly to himself. 'Maybe this will work out after all' He thought, still holding onto the card.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma can feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but quickly goes out to her ride. Gemma Teller doesn’t blush, it’s just unbearably hot in the brothel. Or that’s what she tells herself, anyway. She decides to go to TM, remembering the mountains of paperwork the boys never bother to do, and lights up another cigarette.

Her day at TM drags on and she can’t stop thinking about Nero. Which is strange, since she doesn’t even bother saying goodbye to most of the men she’s slept with since things blew up with Clay. Much less pleasantries like coffee and casual conversation.

Nero's still at Diosa in his office. He had put Gemma's number in his pocket. He's doing paperwork, but can't stop thinking about her and their night together. He wanted more of her. To learn more about her. Have all of her. He was in love with her.

A few minutes elapsed and he wondered if she got home safely or not even though he didn't know her very well yet inside he was worried about her safety. He didn't want her to be hurt, so he decided to call her. Taking out his phone from his pocket flipping it up he dials her number waiting for her to pick up.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma walks out of the TM office. She’s had a shit day. Between a monumental hangover, Clay moving out, and the work at TM, she’s exhausted in every way possible. Chucky has been more of an annoyance than a help, on one of his only speaking in rhymes kicks. Suddenly, as she says goodbye to Jax, her cell rings. She doesn’t recognize the number but answers anyway.

“Yeah?” She then hears Nero’s voice on the other end of the line, saying he was just making sure she got home safe. Gemma is shocked if she’s honest. Was he actually checking up on her?

~ @neropadillarp

Soon enough, things have blown up between the club and the One-Niners. Gemma knows they need somewhere to hide out other than the clubhouse, at least until things settle, and there’s only one place that she can think of… Diosa. Besides, Nero did say he’s there if she needs anything…

Gemma shows up with Jax and the rest of the boys, walking up to Nero and introducing him to her son. The two men talk potential business, before Jax busies himself with a phone call.

Seeing an opportunity, Gemma tugs Nero aside. “Too soon to introduce you to the family?” She smirks, teasing. This man is going to think she’s crazy for bringing the club here.

~ @fiercemcther

~ @neropadillarp

“Yeah…” Gemma nods, her throat feeling suddenly dry. She swallows, brushing some hair from her face.

“Do you think I could put my stuff down up in your place? Just don’t want that one lookin’ through my underwear,” She asks and gestures to Tig teasingly, the duffel bag on her shoulder suddenly feeling very heavy. Gemma could’ve done without packing that last pair of shoes, but she wasn’t about to go into hiding without at least three pairs.

~ @fiercemcther

He smiled. “Okay well my room is upstairs and make yourself at home and get some sleep if your tired” He told her, reaching out rubbing her arms in small circles with his fingers for a moment. Taking a deep breath he looked over at Carla eyes narrowed a bit then back at Gemma. “Don’t worry about her, she’ll be fine” He reassured her.

Shivers run down Gemma’s spine when he hears him whisper in her. He wants to see where this goes? She clears her throat and nods.

“Yeah… Sure. Come check on me later,” she smirks, before disappearing upstairs. She puts her bag down and looks around the bedroom she barely remembers being in the night before. She has to give it to Nero, he does have great attention to detail.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma’s head was pounding in the shitty way it did after a night of drinking and bad decisions. At least she usually woke up in her own bed… But not this morning. Goddamn perfect. With how things have been going with Clay, after he laid hands on her, she was just satisfied that she wasn’t waking up next to him.

She sighs, pulling on her jeans along with the rest of her clothes. She may have pointed a gun at the unfamiliar man whose bed she had apparently fallen into last night, but at least he was handsome. Honestly, despite being a ‘companionater,’ as he had chosen to call himself, he seemed decent. He had offered her the choice of coming downstairs for a coffee or sneaking out the backdoor, and while the latter seemed more appealing to her pride, she desperately needed a coffee if she was going to get through the day without ripping someone’s head off.

Gemma slips into her heels and grabs her purse, heading down the staircase into a clean looking establishment. One would have never guessed it was a glorified strip club if it wasn’t for the women who were much too friendly wearing dresses that were much too short. She spots the man, sitting down across from him. She crosses her arms over her chest, wanting to appear as if she isn’t absolutely desperate for caffeine and maybe even a little intrigued by talking to him again.

~ @neropadillarp

“Sure,” Gemma says, slumping back slightly in her chair.

She looks up at him, before she catches herself staring and looks away, fidgeting with one of the rings on her fingers instead. Gemma feels her heart flutter, and she internally scolds herself. She wishes it was her goddamn heart problems acting up, and not this man turning her into some blushing idiot.

~ @neropadillarp

“Black. Lots of sugar,” Gemma responds, digging out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, placing one between her lips and lighting it, taking a long drag. It burns her throat in a way that almost soothes her nerves.

“Gemma,” she tells him her own name. She’s pretty sure that she told him her name was ‘Rose,’ the night before. It was what she had been telling all of the men that she didn’t want to remember after she and Clay had separated. But for some reason, she found herself wanting to remember Nero, wanting him to really see her. There was something different about him.

~ @fiercemcther

"Got it he said. He started making her coffee the way she liked it and handing it her. "So...Gemma, huh?" He remarked. "That's a beautiful name" He complimented. "For a beautiful woman" He told her. Taking the card from her he looked up at her smiling. "You take care of yourself, Gemma" He said, watching her walking out then looking down at the card she gave him, smiling quietly to himself. 'Maybe this will work out after all' He thought, still holding onto the card.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma can feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but quickly goes out to her ride. Gemma Teller doesn’t blush, it’s just unbearably hot in the brothel. Or that’s what she tells herself, anyway. She decides to go to TM, remembering the mountains of paperwork the boys never bother to do, and lights up another cigarette.

Her day at TM drags on and she can’t stop thinking about Nero. Which is strange, since she doesn’t even bother saying goodbye to most of the men she’s slept with since things blew up with Clay. Much less pleasantries like coffee and casual conversation.

Nero's still at Diosa in his office. He had put Gemma's number in his pocket. He's doing paperwork, but can't stop thinking about her and their night together. He wanted more of her. To learn more about her. Have all of her. He was in love with her.

A few minutes elapsed and he wondered if she got home safely or not even though he didn't know her very well yet inside he was worried about her safety. He didn't want her to be hurt, so he decided to call her. Taking out his phone from his pocket flipping it up he dials her number waiting for her to pick up.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma walks out of the TM office. She’s had a shit day. Between a monumental hangover, Clay moving out, and the work at TM, she’s exhausted in every way possible. Chucky has been more of an annoyance than a help, on one of his only speaking in rhymes kicks. Suddenly, as she says goodbye to Jax, her cell rings. She doesn’t recognize the number but answers anyway.

“Yeah?” She then hears Nero’s voice on the other end of the line, saying he was just making sure she got home safe. Gemma is shocked if she’s honest. Was he actually checking up on her?

~ @neropadillarp

Soon enough, things have blown up between the club and the One-Niners. Gemma knows they need somewhere to hide out other than the clubhouse, at least until things settle, and there’s only one place that she can think of… Diosa. Besides, Nero did say he’s there if she needs anything…

Gemma shows up with Jax and the rest of the boys, walking up to Nero and introducing him to her son. The two men talk potential business, before Jax busies himself with a phone call.

Seeing an opportunity, Gemma tugs Nero aside. “Too soon to introduce you to the family?” She smirks, teasing. This man is going to think she’s crazy for bringing the club here.

~ @fiercemcther

~ @neropadillarp

“Yeah…” Gemma nods, her throat feeling suddenly dry. She swallows, brushing some hair from her face.

“Do you think I could put my stuff down up in your place? Just don’t want that one lookin’ through my underwear,” She asks and gestures to Tig teasingly, the duffel bag on her shoulder suddenly feeling very heavy. Gemma could’ve done without packing that last pair of shoes, but she wasn’t about to go into hiding without at least three pairs.

~ @fiercemcther

He smiled at her answer. “Good” He said. After a moment he spoke again. “Sure you can keep your bag here” As she spoke about her underwear he couldn’t help, but want her again and his whole body is getting excitedly aroused, but he keeps what he’s feeling to himself…for now.

He bit his lip a bit nervously as his finger reached up to her lips grazing across the bottom before gently then pulling away. He swallows hard and his heart is racing and he can feel the sweat on his body.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma’s breath hitches and her goddamn heart nearly beats out of her chest when his thumb grazes her lip. She can feel her cheeks heating up again and internally curses herself. Get it together, Gemma.

She glances back at Jax and Bobby who are preoccupied before focusing back on Nero and those goddamn dark eyes that make her stomach do gymnastics. She blames it on the lingering hangover.

“Your room? I’m exhausted and I’m sure the boys will find plenty of ways to amuse themselves down here,” she says, knowing it is likely that she’ll find plenty of ways to amuse herself in Nero’s bedroom.

Gemma looks over behind the counter, and sees Carla glaring at them as they walk towards Nero’s place. She recognizes her from that morning, and Gemma’s eyes drag up and down her form. A subtle ‘don’t mess with me, whore.’

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma’s head was pounding in the shitty way it did after a night of drinking and bad decisions. At least she usually woke up in her own bed… But not this morning. Goddamn perfect. With how things have been going with Clay, after he laid hands on her, she was just satisfied that she wasn’t waking up next to him.

She sighs, pulling on her jeans along with the rest of her clothes. She may have pointed a gun at the unfamiliar man whose bed she had apparently fallen into last night, but at least he was handsome. Honestly, despite being a ‘companionater,’ as he had chosen to call himself, he seemed decent. He had offered her the choice of coming downstairs for a coffee or sneaking out the backdoor, and while the latter seemed more appealing to her pride, she desperately needed a coffee if she was going to get through the day without ripping someone’s head off.

Gemma slips into her heels and grabs her purse, heading down the staircase into a clean looking establishment. One would have never guessed it was a glorified strip club if it wasn’t for the women who were much too friendly wearing dresses that were much too short. She spots the man, sitting down across from him. She crosses her arms over her chest, wanting to appear as if she isn’t absolutely desperate for caffeine and maybe even a little intrigued by talking to him again.

~ @neropadillarp

“Sure,” Gemma says, slumping back slightly in her chair.

She looks up at him, before she catches herself staring and looks away, fidgeting with one of the rings on her fingers instead. Gemma feels her heart flutter, and she internally scolds herself. She wishes it was her goddamn heart problems acting up, and not this man turning her into some blushing idiot.

~ @neropadillarp

“Black. Lots of sugar,” Gemma responds, digging out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, placing one between her lips and lighting it, taking a long drag. It burns her throat in a way that almost soothes her nerves.

“Gemma,” she tells him her own name. She’s pretty sure that she told him her name was ‘Rose,’ the night before. It was what she had been telling all of the men that she didn’t want to remember after she and Clay had separated. But for some reason, she found herself wanting to remember Nero, wanting him to really see her. There was something different about him.

~ @fiercemcther

"Got it he said. He started making her coffee the way she liked it and handing it her. "So...Gemma, huh?" He remarked. "That's a beautiful name" He complimented. "For a beautiful woman" He told her. Taking the card from her he looked up at her smiling. "You take care of yourself, Gemma" He said, watching her walking out then looking down at the card she gave him, smiling quietly to himself. 'Maybe this will work out after all' He thought, still holding onto the card.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma can feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but quickly goes out to her ride. Gemma Teller doesn’t blush, it’s just unbearably hot in the brothel. Or that’s what she tells herself, anyway. She decides to go to TM, remembering the mountains of paperwork the boys never bother to do, and lights up another cigarette.

Her day at TM drags on and she can’t stop thinking about Nero. Which is strange, since she doesn’t even bother saying goodbye to most of the men she’s slept with since things blew up with Clay. Much less pleasantries like coffee and casual conversation.

Nero's still at Diosa in his office. He had put Gemma's number in his pocket. He's doing paperwork, but can't stop thinking about her and their night together. He wanted more of her. To learn more about her. Have all of her. He was in love with her.

A few minutes elapsed and he wondered if she got home safely or not even though he didn't know her very well yet inside he was worried about her safety. He didn't want her to be hurt, so he decided to call her. Taking out his phone from his pocket flipping it up he dials her number waiting for her to pick up.

~ @neropadillarp

Gemma walks out of the TM office. She’s had a shit day. Between a monumental hangover, Clay moving out, and the work at TM, she’s exhausted in every way possible. Chucky has been more of an annoyance than a help, on one of his only speaking in rhymes kicks. Suddenly, as she says goodbye to Jax, her cell rings. She doesn’t recognize the number but answers anyway.

“Yeah?” She then hears Nero’s voice on the other end of the line, saying he was just making sure she got home safe. Gemma is shocked if she’s honest. Was he actually checking up on her?

~ @neropadillarp

Soon enough, things have blown up between the club and the One-Niners. Gemma knows they need somewhere to hide out other than the clubhouse, at least until things settle, and there’s only one place that she can think of… Diosa. Besides, Nero did say he’s there if she needs anything…

Gemma shows up with Jax and the rest of the boys, walking up to Nero and introducing him to her son. The two men talk potential business, before Jax busies himself with a phone call.

Seeing an opportunity, Gemma tugs Nero aside. “Too soon to introduce you to the family?” She smirks, teasing. This man is going to think she’s crazy for bringing the club here.

~ @fiercemcther

~ @neropadillarp

“Yeah…” Gemma nods, her throat feeling suddenly dry. She swallows, brushing some hair from her face.

“Do you think I could put my stuff down up in your place? Just don’t want that one lookin’ through my underwear,” She asks and gestures to Tig teasingly, the duffel bag on her shoulder suddenly feeling very heavy. Gemma could’ve done without packing that last pair of shoes, but she wasn’t about to go into hiding without at least three pairs.