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Love‘s Gonna Bring You Home - Chapter 10 (Jax Teller x Winston!Reader)
Summary: Being Opie's little sister meant you grew up in the world of SAMCRO. Surrounded by motorcycles, kutte's and the steady presence of his best friend Jax Teller. The one you had a crush on since you were a teen. Now you're back in Charming and the old friendship slowly turned into something neither of you had expected.
Authors Note: first of all thank you guys for staying with me through my writers block! I‘m not gonna abandon these two and have a lot planned! So let’s give them a chapter of fluff before trouble comes back!
You woke up the next morning with a heavy arm wrapped around you. You stayed like that for a long time. Just reveling in the feeling. His warm breath against your skin.
Your thoughts jumped back to last night, the policestation, the confession, the kiss. And then the first time having sex with Jax:
He had led you to your bedroom after you two had made out on your couch, soft kisses that had turned more and more hungry.
He seemed almost reverent as he laid you down on your bed, crawling over you.
”You sure?“ his voice came out low.
”Yes.“ you said without hesitation. ”Need to feel you.“
He gave you a nod as he leaned down kissing you again.
You moaned into his mouth when he let his hips grind against yours, making you feel his hard on through your jeans.
Jax‘s mouth moved to kiss down your neck. His hands moved down your body,
His thumb pressed against your hip.
”You awake?“ he murmured after some time.
“Mm,” you hummed, not lifting your head. “Been awake.”
He huffed a quiet laugh, chest shifting under your cheek. “Yeah? How long?”
You shrugged
”Dunno.“ You cuddled deeper against his chest ”Just wanted some time like this.“
He hummed and you felt the sound against your cheek.
”You got it, babe. As long as you want.“
And your heart melted at seeing this soft side of him. Which admittedly you had seen before, when he came to your rescue in the city, when he gifted you the necklace which you still wore every day, and when he let you sleep in his bed for weeks after the internship. But knowing he was your boyfriend, your Jax now, made it feel even more special.
”You sleep good?“ he asked after another moment.
You grinned thinking back to the last night.
”Eventually.“
”Guess we wore each other out.“ he said grin noticeably in his voice.
You looked up at him, blue eyes meeting yours. His hair was a mess, his smile easy and there was something in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. Peace.
“You look happy,” you said quietly.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “Can’t remember the last time I woke up feelin’ like this.”
His thumb brushed your cheek, tracing small circles, and you leaned into the touch.
For a few minutes, that was all there was,soft laughter, slow kisses, sheets rustling. No club, no secrets, no Opie. Just you and him.
You sighed, forehead against his. “We really did this, huh?”
He smiled. “Yeah. Guess there’s no takin’ it back now.”
“Would you want to?”
He looked at you for a long moment, the answer clear in his eyes before he even spoke. “Not a damn thing about last night.”
You grinned, tugging him closer again. “Good. ’Cause I was kinda hopin’ for a repeat.”
He laughed, flipping you onto your back with a grin “Darlin’, you don’t gotta ask me twice.”
You spent the whole weekend inside your apartment. Sharing kisses, cuddling, having sex in every room of your apartment. You were in your little blissful bubble. It was a little surreal to be able to share this with him after all this time. And to be honest no wet dream about him did the real thing justice. Sex with Jax was better than any author could ever have written up. After knowing him all these years it was like getting to see a whole other side of him, like learning a new language with him together. Finding out what the other liked, hearing Jax talk you through it, his hands touching you not innocently, being the reason to hear him groan. It had felt unreal. The deep eye contact, the way it felt like he was worshipping every inch of your body. You could confidently say it was the best sex you ever had.
That Monday morning you had to return back to work. The morning was spent in bed with coffee.
You kissed before leaving your apartment both wearing hoodies that belonged to Jax. You needed something that reminded you that it was real and also no one wouldn’t suspect anything since you wore his stuff before.
Pulling into the TM parking lot behind Jax.
He met you at your truck,
”Alright, business as usual.“ Jax said, voice low.
You huffed out a small laugh
”Yeah. We’re great at that.“
A corner of his mouth twitched. “We’ll manage.”
But his eyes lingered on you.
”We‘re still on for later?“ he asked making you nod.
”Yeah. Meet you at yours. If something comes up though-"
”Then you’ll still drive to mine. Wanna spend the night with you.“
You smiled up at him
”Yeah, okay.“
Inside, it was the same as always.
Tools clanking. Low voices.
“Look who decided to show,” Tig called from across the garage, smirking as he spotted you.
You rolled your eyes. “Miss me?”
“Always,” he shot back.
You felt Jax move somewhere behind you, not too close but close enough that you were aware of him.
Chibs gave you a nod. “Heard ye been busy pickin’ up strays from the station.”
You smirked. “Someone’s gotta keep you boys outta trouble.”
“Good luck with that,” he chuckled.
The day passed excruciatingly slow. Jax did find a way to be close to your a few times. He needed a file right as Gemma left the office, stealing a few moments with you where he let his finger trail down the inside of your wrist.
At lunch you sat together outside on the benches, knees touching and his arm stretched along the table behind your back.
The most exciting was every time he let his eyes trail down your body and giving you a wink once his eyes found yours again making you bite back a smile.
Jax and you got off at the same time since there was no club meeting that day. So as you both reached your vehicles you looked up at him giving him a small nod.
You barely made it through his door before jax had you pressed up against the wall, kicking the door shut with his foot as his lips pressed against yours in a desperate kiss.
”Hello to you too.“ you laughed against his lips once you parted.
”You know damn well how hard that was.“ he chuckled ”Pretending we’re friends.“ he pressed a kiss against the side of your mouth.
”That you’re not mine.“ followed by a kiss on your jaw, your eyes fluttering close.
”That I haven’t spend the last 48 hours fucking you.“ a open mouthed kiss was pressed against your neck making your breath hitch as your hands pulled him closer.
”Fighting off that semi anytime I saw you walk by in those tight fucking jeans.“ he let his teeth graze your skin as his hands wandered down grabbing a handful of your ass.
”Fuck, Jax.“ you breathed.
”What do you need, baby.“ he asked
”You." You answered.
Jax picked you up, connecting your lips again as he carried you through his house into the living room. You both knew you wouldn’t make it further than the couch right now.
He sat down, pulling you into his lap.
You grind your hips down making him groan again. Feeling his hard on through the jeans.
”Baby.“ he said, dragging his thumb over your lower lip ”You have no idea what you’re doing to me.“
”I think I do.“ you bit your lip ”Because you’re doing the same to me.“
He connected your lips again, soft at first then more heated, as his hands ran down your body. He found the hem of your shirt and pulled it off.
Clothes came off fast after that.
His fingers found your soft core running over you slowly.
”Jax.“ you moaned ”Don’t tease.“
”So wet for me.“ he said.
You lifted yourself a little up on your knees, his hands gripping your hips and lining himself up with you.
Lowering yourself down on him you felt the way he stretched you.
Your nails dragged over his shoulders making him let out a groan. You loved that you had this affect on him. His arms circled your hips pulling you close once he was completely inside you. Making you both pause a moment to catch your breath. You leaned forward catching his lips again and he started moving his hips. You threw your head back giving Jax access to press hot open mouthed kisses against your neck.
Lifting yourself up and slamming down onto his dick in a steady pace that made the blood in your eyes rush.
In a unsuspecting moment he pushed your body down suddenly making you gasp and moan
”Jax-"
He keeps the now faster pace up, slamming into you at the perfect speed, the perfect angle and you feel like your edges grow fuzzy.
”Fuck- Jax, I-” you stutter feeling your orgasm build.
”Same.“ Jax grits out ”Come on, cum for me, baby.“ he said.
You tightened your arms around his neck Setting a more intentional pace.
He let his teeth graze your neck before biting down just a little and you felt the wave wash over you. Letting out a loud moan as you came. Jax came soon after letting out a groan that made you want to go again immediately.
You where still settled in his lap, forehead resting against his shoulder as you both caught your breaths.
”Damn.“ Jax let out.
”Yeah,“ you chuckled ”Damn.“
Straightening back up to see his face.
A few blonde strands stuck to his forehead, your fingers coming up to comb through his long hair.
After a shower, and another round in the shower, you found yourself in his kitchen dressed in one of his flannels making dinner. Jax emerged from the shower as you were stirring the pot.
”You cooking?“ he asked as he stepped up behind you, wrapping his arms around you.
”Mhm“ you smiled.
”Not gonna lie, this is really hot.“
”Me cooking is hot to you?“ you laughed
”You’re hot no matter what you do.“ he said, voice earnest in a way you didn’t often hear ”But seeing my girl, in my house, wearing my stuff?" Butterflies errupted in your stomach of him calling you "my girl".
His thumbs drew circles on your waist.
”Makes me wanna drag you back to my bed.“
You let out a snort
”How are you not starving?“
”Oh I am.“ you could hear the grin in his voice ”Just not my main priority right now.“
You turned in his arms, leaning up to kiss him. After a few moments of getting lost in his kiss again you parted.
„Well, you’ll have to wait a little bit longer because dinner‘s ready.“
You ate on the small table in his kitchen and it felt incredibly domestic. Like coming home, like how you would like the rest of your life to be.
”I could get used to this.“ you said looking around his kitchen.
”You better.“ he said back ”Cause I don’t plan on stopping.“
Later when you fell asleep with your head resting on his chest and his fingers combing through your hair you couldn’t help the happy smile on your lips.
It was exhausting to put on the facade of just friends any time you left the house though. Especially at clubhouse parties. Especially when the crow eaters were around basically throwing themselves at Jax.
That’s why you had decided to show up in a dress you knew Jax loved on you.
His eyes found you instantly as you stepped into the room. His tongue running over his lips as he seized you up. He emptied the rest of his beer bottle before he got up and walking over to you.
”Damn.“ he said, hand finding your hip for a second.
”That a hello?“ you smiled
”That’s a hello, alright.“ he shook his head
”Wanna get a drink?“
You nodded following him to the bar. It wasn’t unusual that you and Jax would spend the majority of a evening together. You acted like that before you were a couple too. But now it felt like you had to try so hard not let the facade slip.
”Relax.“ Jax murmured as he handed you the beer.
”That obvious?“ you asked.
”Kind of.“ he shrugged ”It’s fine. They’ve been thinking there’s something going on for years. Would be weird if we gave them a reason to stop now.“
You nodded, he did have a point.
”Can I tell you how stunning you look though?“
You smiled.
About an hour later Jax found you for a second again. He made sure no one was close enough to hear before he leaned down and whispered ”Meet me in the dorm in 10.“
”Jax.“ you said knowing how easy it was to blow your cover.
”They’re all shitfaced, they won’t notice and..“ he connected your eyes ”I need you right now.“
You looked up in his blue eyes, the hunger evident in them, the same hunger that you felt for him right now.
”Okay. In ten.“ you nodded.
He gave your hip a squeeze before he walked off into the back hall.
You made it six minutes before the anticipation got the best of you and you sneaked away.
He had you bent over the drawer soon after while you were trying hard to keep your moans quiet so you wouldn’t blow your cover.
After another mind blowing orgasm you and Jax settled on the bed. You looked around the room, the room where you and Jax had spent most nights after you came back home.
”Crazy being back here after all.“ you said to Jax who hummed.
”Crazy?“ he asked
”Mhm. We basically lived in this room three months ago.“
His face turned softer hearing you say that.
”I never thanked you for, well everything.“ you said.
Jax’s brows furrowed ”You have nothing to thank me for.“
”Kinda do.“ you said before adding ”You spend every night here for me. Kept you from your own bed.“
A smile made its way onto his face
”You didn’t keep me from anythin‘ darlin‘.“ he shook his head.
”We weren’t even together then.“ you said
”Yeah.“ Jax shrugged
”So you could’ve just gone home.“
”Didn’t want to.“
You turned your head to him.
”Darlin, this has been coming on for a long time.“
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Summary: It was just another day, but when Gilly walks out to his bike to find a large green moth on his wheel his life is seemingly changed forever.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): none
Word Count: 1627
A/N: this was inspired by me finding a Luna Moth on my porch the other day. I love moths and have never seen one in person. I was entranced. And I guess I just got inspired. This Fic will probably have two more parts. :) Also, first fully Gilly Fic, HELLO?!
“Yo what is with that new background?” Coco asked when he caught sight of Gilly’s phone.
Gilly laughed and showed him more directly, “It’s just a Luna Moth, Hermano,” he said.
“A what?” The other man asked with a cocked brow.
“One landed on my bike a few weeks back,” Gilly shrugged.
“So you took a picture?” Coco asked.
“Nah, my neighbor did, before she rescued the thing,” he said.
He could swear he would never forget that day.
— One Month Ago —
“Whoa, what the fuck are you?” Gilly asked only half under his breath as he stared at the rather large, pale green, creature sitting so comfortably on his front wheel.
He dismounted before he even got his helmet fastened to look at the thing. It was a moth he could guess. But one like he had never seen before.
He didn’t want to kill it. It was harmless. And he did enough killing in his day to day life. But one look at his rather large hands and he knew he couldn’t gently remove the thing.
While he was standing there however he heard someone walk up. “Whoa! Is that a Luna Moth?!” Came an excited voice he sort of recognized.
He looked up to see his neighbor standing there with a wide, awe filled smile as she looked at the creature, which he now knew was a Luna Moth, resting on his bike.
“I guess,” he said, “I need to leave but I don’t want to hurt it…”
The woman looked at him with tenderness in her eyes. Like she didn’t expect another person to have her same sympathy for a moth.
“I can get them off of there for you, but do you mind if I take a picture first?” She asked.
“I mean sure, I don’t own the moth,” Gilly joked.
His neighbor looked at him with a bubbly laugh, “But you own the bike, don’t want to take a pic of your actual property without permission,” she teased.
Gilly just laughed and nodded that she could take a photo. She pulled her phone out and got a very artistic shot of the delicate Luna Moth resting so calmly on the wheel of his Harley. Half on the rubber tire and half on the metal rim and spikes. She showed it to him and offered to send it to him when he complimented the shot.
He wasn’t going to argue, her pure joy at the moment endearing. When she’d first moved in he had considered getting her number. But never had the chance since he didn’t wanna come of as a creep.
After they quickly exchanged numbers and she texted him the photo she gently slid her hand under the moth. Using the spokes of the wheel to make it easier to get her middle finger below the moth’s lower body.
“C’mon sweetheart, it’s alright, I’ll get you somewhere safe, like my porch so you can rest until tonight…” she murmured, “That’s it, careful now…”
As Gilly watched her gently encouraging the moth to let her lift it and rest on her hand instead of his wheel he found himself unable to look away from her face. The kindness and adoration she had for the creature had his heart aching in a way he didn’t recognize.
“Isn’t it pretty?” She said as the moth settled comfortably on her fingers, like it knew it could trust her, “They’re actually pretty rare.” She said and showed Gilly who nodded, suddenly not in a rush anymore.
“It is,” he said.
“This one must have just opened and chose your bike as the perfect place to dry its wings,” she laughed softly, “Sheltered and safe for its tragically short life.”
“What do you mean?” Gilly asked, confused.
“Well, Luna Moths only live for a week after they emerge from their cocoon.” She said, “It’s nature, sad as it is. You see, this little guy doesn’t even have a mouth.”
Gilly was shocked but still listened to her explain it.
“They eat all they can as caterpillars and then as adults their entire life is dedicated to finding a mate and laying eggs before they die.” She said as she shifted her hand just a bit for a better look at the moth who adjusted its position to stay comfortably on her fingers.
She smiled at the moth while Gilly smiled at her.
“A life of cursed beauty,” she murmured.
An idea struck him and he pulled his phone out again. He didn’t want this conversation to end. And the mere sight of her smiling so sweetly at the moth in her hand made his heart pound. He wanted to know her.
“Do you want a photo of you holding it?” He asked.
Buscher looked at him with a sweet smile, “Sure,” she murmured.
Gilly was quick to take a couple photos of her, loving the smile on her lips and the blush on her cheeks.
“I need to go get this little guy to safety,” she murmured, but she was finding it hard to walk away as well.
Before Gilly could text her the photo his phone went off. It was Bishop asking where the hell he was. He sighed before laughing softly.
“Well, I’m in trouble,” he joked, “Boss wants to know where my ass is.”
The young woman chuckled softly. That was probably the only thing that could get them to part ways right now. She stepped back from his bike and smiled at him.
“Guess I’ll be seeing you.” She murmured.
“You can count on it,” Gilly said and fastened his helmet.
—
That evening at the clubhouse Gilly realized that he hadn’t sent his neighbor the photos he’d taken for her. And was quick to do so.
Gilly: Hey Luna Moth, forgot to text these to you.
He grinned as she was quick to reply.
Luna Moth: Oh! Thank you. Hope you didn’t get into too much trouble for me distracting you.
Gilly: Nah, nothing like that. Don’t worry about it.
They texted for a few more minutes. Before she had to go for the night. She had work early the next morning.
Gilly knew for a fact that this wouldn’t be the last time they spoke.
—
He was right. It was around two days later when Gilly ran into her at the grocery store.
“Hey Luna Moth,” he said with a soft laugh while he walked over to her.
His neighbor looked up with a bright smile, “Hey Gilly,” she laughed, "I know I told you my name, why are you just calling Luna Moth?” She jokingly asked, “Did you forget it?”
“I don’t know, just seems to fit,” he joked before repeating her actual name to prove it.
He didn’t say it but it was because he thought she was as beautiful as the moth. They were one in the same in his mind. Though he hoped she wasn’t nearly as tragic as a moth which only lived for one week.
She smiled sweetly at him as they talked for a few minutes, catching up. He smiled as she looked up at him. He was sweet, funny, different than his reputation as a Mayan would have anyone believe.
She’d been his neighbor for around a year now. She had seen and heard him coming home at all hours of the night. Even now he was in his kutte. But his smile was honestly so cute. She couldn’t help but feel no fear standing with him.
“Have you see it again?” He asked.
“Once, on the eaves above my kitchen window yesterday morning.” She said, “I think it was a female cause when I looked again this morning there was a small bundle of what looks like seeds, but these are eggs.”
Gilly’s eyes widened a bit. But his grin widened too. She’d managed to save a mama moth.
She pulled her phone out to show Gilly the photo she had taken, "It's a smart spot,shaded and safe from rain and predators.” She explained.
“Yeah, pretty soon you’ll have a nursery of caterpillars in your garden,” he joked.
“Good thing I don’t mind sharing my bushes with moths or butterflies.” She said smiling, “I’m gonna keep an eye on them, I might just have a front row seat to their full lifecycle.”
There was a level of awe in her voice that made Gilly’s smile soften. How something so simple, yet miraculous from nature, had her full of so much joy he couldn’t help but feel it himself.
“I can share pictures of them…if you want…” she offered tentatively.
“Sure, but only on one condition,” Gilly teased, not wanting to let this opportunity slip right by him.
“What’s that?” She asked with a tilt of her head.
“You let me take you out this weekend,” he said, his grin turning flirtatious and the red on her cheeks darkening even more, “Maybe dinner on Saturday.”
“I’d like that, I’m off this weekend so Saturday works for me,” she couldn’t believe this was happening.
She’d harbored a secret, massive crush on her neighbor since she moved in. And to have what brought them together be a Luna Moth seemed fitting for her life.
“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, “Wear jeans, cause we’re taking my bike.”
Neither of them knew her cheeks could get any darker. She still smiled, trying not to act overly excited to be able to ride with him.
“Sounds good,” she said, “But don’t be shy about texting me anytime.”
“You too,” he said.
Before they parted ways she leaned up and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“See you Saturday Gilly,” she murmured.
Gilly couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to let her go anytime soon.
The television in the common room had gone silent sometime after midnight. The card game that had dragged on entirely too long had finally ended. The laughter faded. The motorcycles stopped coming and going.
The world settled.
Quiet.
Still.
Breathing.
Lex stared at the underside of the bunk above her.
Wide awake.
Again.
The digital clock on the dresser glowed softly in the darkness.
2:17 a.m.
She'd been staring at it for nearly half an hour.
Sleep wasn't happening.
Which was unfortunate.
Very unfortunate.
Because she was tired.
Exhausted, actually.
But every time she closed her eyes, her brain immediately started replaying the farmers market.
The flowers.
The crowd.
The hand.
Her stomach twisted immediately.
Wonderful.
Just wonderful.
With a groan, she rolled onto her side.
Then onto her back.
Then onto her other side.
Nothing helped.
Eventually she gave up.
The sketchbook sat on the dresser.
Waiting.
Mocking her.
The realization felt personal.
A few seconds later, it rested in her lap.
Because apparently self-preservation had abandoned her entirely.
The pages turned slowly beneath her fingers.
The early sketches.
The shaky lines.
The half-finished drawings she'd nearly thrown away.
Evidence.
Proof.
Progress.
She kept turning.
A motorcycle.
The clubhouse gate.
The Alvarez kids.
A coffee mug.
The porch.
The side yard.
Then…
Boots.
Her eyes closed immediately.
"No."
The word escaped softly into the dark.
She turned another page.
Then another.
Then another.
Her stomach dropped.
Because there he was.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Not intentionally.
Not obviously.
But everywhere.
The motorcycle.
The chair outside Templo.
A hand holding paperwork.
A profile sketched from memory.
The curve of reading glasses.
The crease between his brows.
The quiet details.
The things nobody else noticed.
The things she apparently couldn't stop noticing.
The realization hit exactly as hard as it had earlier.
The sketchbook had figured it out long before she had.
"Oh my God."
She dropped her forehead against the cover.
Mortification arrived first.
Then panic.
Then something worse.
Questions.
A thousand questions.
The hand-holding scene replayed in her head.
Again.
And again.
And again.
The warmth of his hand.
The way he'd immediately held on.
The way neither of them let go.
The way he'd looked at her afterward.
Her stomach flipped.
Then immediately sank.
Because another thought followed.
What if she was wrong?
The possibility hit harder than expected.
What if she'd imagined it?
What if she was seeing something that wasn't there?
What if Chibs had put the idea in her head?
What if she'd started looking for something and convinced herself she'd found it?
The fear settled low in her chest.
Cold.
Familiar.
Dangerous.
Because the truth was…
she didn't trust herself.
Not completely.
Not anymore.
Regardless of last night’s conversation with Bishop.
Erik had taken that too.
The confidence in her own judgment.
The certainty that what she saw was real.
The certainty that what she felt mattered.
He'd convinced her reality was whatever he said it was.
That her instincts were wrong.
That her feelings were wrong.
That her perceptions couldn't be trusted.
The damage lingered.
Even now.
Especially now.
A frustrated sound escaped her.
She dropped the sketchbook onto the mattress.
Then dragged both hands through her hair.
"This is stupid."
The room remained unconvinced.
Lex stared at the ceiling.
Then at the door.
Then back at the ceiling.
Then the door again.
The paperwork goblin was almost certainly awake.
The realization felt annoyingly accurate.
Her stomach tightened.
Because an idea had arrived.
A terrible idea.
An objectively awful idea.
The kind that ruined lives.
Or at least sleep schedules.
The kind that should be ignored.
Immediately.
Instead…
Lex climbed out of bed.
"God, I hate this."
---
The hallway felt longer at two in the morning.
Every floorboard seemed louder.
Every step more questionable.
Halfway there, she nearly turned around.
Three times.
Maybe four.
The number was unclear.
The Templo light glowed beneath the door.
Of course it did.
She stopped outside.
Heart pounding.
Mind racing.
This was ridiculous.
She should leave.
Immediately.
Before she embarrassed herself.
Before she ruined…
The door opened.
Lex jumped.
Bishop froze.
A folder sat tucked beneath one arm.
Reading glasses perched low on his nose.
For one completely unreasonable second, neither spoke.
Then…
"Querida?"
His voice came rough with exhaustion.
Too much coffee.
Too many hours awake.
Lex swallowed.
Hard.
Every prepared word vanished instantly.
Wonderful.
The man waited.
Patient.
As always.
Finally…
"I need to ask you something."
Concern flickered across his face immediately.
Not alarm.
Concern.
“Okay.”
The single word made this harder.
Much harder.
Lex stared at the floor.
Then the wall.
Then him.
Then the floor again.
"Okay, but I need you to answer honestly."
A beat.
"Always."
The answer came without hesitation.
That somehow made everything worse.
Silence stretched.
Long.
Painful.
Then…
"The farmers market."
Bishop blinked.
Once.
"What about it?"
Lex immediately regretted being alive.
"The hand thing."
The words left in a rush.
Fast.
Mortifying.
Absolute disaster.
Bishop went still.
Completely still.
The silence that followed could've killed someone.
Possibly her.
Definitely her.
Lex started talking before she could stop herself.
Which was unfortunate.
Very unfortunate.
"I just…"
She waved vaguely.
Unhelpfully.
"Dad said stuff and then there was the whole hand thing and I don't know if I'm reading any of this right."
The words tumbled out.
Faster.
Less coherent.
"Oh my God." She covered her face. "This is awful."
Bishop's mouth twitched.
Traitor.
Lex pointed immediately.
"Don't."
"I'm not."
"You almost did."
"I didn't."
"You thought about it."
One corner of his mouth lifted.
Tiny.
Brief.
Real.
The sight nearly derailed her completely.
Wonderful.
Again.
Lex drew in a breath.
Then another.
Forced herself to keep going.
"I don't know if I'm imagining things."
The humor disappeared from his expression instantly.
Her throat tightened.
Because now she had to say the hard part.
The real part.
The reason she'd walked down the hallway in the first place.
The reason she'd been lying awake for hours.
Her eyes dropped.
Quietly…
"I can't trust myself if I'm reading signals right anymore."
The words landed between them.
Heavy.
Honest.
Painful.
For a moment Bishop said nothing.
The silence stretched.
Not uncomfortable.
Thoughtful.
His gaze never left her.
And suddenly Lex wished she'd kept her mouth shut.
Then he set the folder down.
Removed his glasses.
Carefully.
Deliberately.
Giving the moment his full attention.
"Lex."
The use of her name immediately made her look up.
His expression had changed.
Something softer now.
Something that hurt to look at.
Because there was no amusement.
No teasing.
No confusion.
Only understanding.
The kind that saw straight through her.
Straight to the wound underneath.
The one Erik left behind.
Bishop stepped forward.
Just enough.
Not crowding.
Not trapping.
Close enough to be heard.
"You trust me?"
The question caught her off guard.
"What?"
"Do you trust me?"
The answer arrived immediately.
Without hesitation.
Without thought.
"Yes."
Something flickered in his eyes.
"Then trust me."
Lex froze.
The world seemed to stop.
Because that wasn't what she'd expected.
Not even close.
Bishop held her gaze.
Steady.
Certain.
And for the first time all night…
she stopped feeling lost.
Stopped feeling crazy.
Stopped feeling like she was grasping at shadows.
His next words came quietly.
Simple.
Certain.
The kind of certainty that couldn't be faked.
"You're not imagining it."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The breath left her lungs.
Because suddenly…
the ground was solid again.
No confusion.
No guessing.
No wondering if she'd made the whole thing up.
Just truth.
His truth.
And somehow that mattered.
A lot.
"Thanks."
The words came out softer than she'd intended.
Bishop's gaze lifted.
Met hers.
Held.
A second.
Maybe two.
Long enough to notice.
Not long enough to understand why.
The room seemed to settle around them.
A ceiling fan turned lazily overhead.
Neither of them spoke.
Lex wasn't entirely sure who moved first.
Maybe neither of them did.
Maybe they simply... stopped leaving space between them.
She took a small step forward.
Barely a step at all.
Enough that she could smell coffee and leather and the faint trace of woodsmoke clinging to his hoodie.
Enough that Bishop's pulse kicked hard against his ribs.
Jesus Christ.
She was close.
Too close.
Not uncomfortable.
Not trapped.
Choosing.
The realization stole what little breath he had left.
A loose strand of dark hair slipped across her cheek.
Without thinking, his hand lifted.
Slowly.
Giving her every chance to move away.
She didn't.
His fingertips brushed gently against her temple as he tucked the strand behind her ear.
Feather-light.
Careful.
His knuckles lingered for the briefest second against her skin.
Warm.
Neither of them moved.
Neither of them looked away.
Lex's breath caught almost imperceptibly.
Bishop's heart pounded hard enough he was convinced she had to hear it.
For one impossible moment...
The rest of the clubhouse disappeared.
Then…
CRASH.
The ice machine dumped a fresh load into its bin.
The sudden clatter shattered the silence.
Both of them startled.
Lex blinked.
Stepped back almost instinctively.
Bishop cleared his throat.
Once.
Rougher than intended.
Neither moved.
Neither looked away.
The moment stretched.
Fragile.
Dangerous.
Full of things neither of them were ready to say.
Not yet.
Eventually Bishop cleared his throat.
Once.
Rough.
"You should get some sleep."
The corner of Lex's mouth lifted.
Small.
Disbelieving.
Because of course that was where they ended up.
After all of that.
Sleep.
The paperwork goblin remained undefeated.
"Probably."
"Definitely."
The smile widened.
Just a little.
For the first time all night.
Real.
Bishop's gaze lingered for a second longer.
Then…
"Night, sweetheart."
The endearment slipped out easily.
Naturally.
Like he'd forgotten to guard it.
Neither mentioned it.
Neither acknowledged it.
Neither was brave enough.
Lex turned toward the hallway.
Heart still hammering.
Mind still racing.
But lighter now.
Much lighter.
---
The hallway swallowed the sound of her footsteps.
Bishop remained where he was.
Motionless.
The room suddenly felt too small.
Too quiet.
Too full of things he didn't know what to do with.
His glasses sat forgotten beside the folder.
The paperwork might as well have been written in another language.
He couldn't have read a single word if his life depended on it.
You're not imagining it.
Christ.
The look on her face when he'd said it.
Relief.
Disbelief.
Hope.
The last one hit hardest.
Because God help him…
he wanted this.
Wanted it far more than he should.
Far more than was smart.
For months he'd watched her fight her way back to herself one stubborn inch at a time.
Watched her learn how to laugh again.
How to draw again.
How to trust again.
And somewhere along the way he'd stopped seeing recovery.
Started seeing her.
The woman underneath all the damage.
The woman who stayed up too late sketching.
Who rolled her eyes when he was being an ass.
Who collected hoodies like it was a profession.
Who somehow still worried about everyone else before herself.
God help him.
He wanted this.
Badly.
But wanting something and taking it weren't the same thing.
And Bishop knew exactly how fragile hope could be.
Tonight hadn't been about feelings.
It hadn't been about romance.
It hadn't even been about him.
It had been about a woman standing in a hallway at two in the morning asking if she could trust her own mind.
As much as he wanted to close the distance between them...
As much as he wanted to reach for her...
He wouldn't risk that.
Wouldn't risk turning a moment of trust into something else.
Wouldn't take advantage of the fact that she'd come looking for him.
Not when she was still learning how to trust herself again.
Not when one wrong step could make her question everything she'd just fought so hard to reclaim.
The realization settled heavily in his chest.
Painful.
Necessary.
Because if this happened…
If it ever happened…
it had to be her choice.
Clear.
Certain.
Without doubt.
Without fear.
Without wondering later if she'd mistaken gratitude for something more.
Bishop scrubbed a hand across his jaw.
Exhaled slowly.
Then glanced toward the hallway where she'd disappeared.
A small smile pulled briefly at the corner of his mouth.
Soft.
Fond.
Dangerous.
"Get some sleep, sweetheart."
The words were quiet.
Spoken to an empty hallway.
And maybe to himself.
Then he picked up his glasses.
Picked up the folder.
And spent the next twenty minutes staring at the same page without reading a damn word.
The television had gone dark hours ago. The laughter was gone. The card game that should've ended at ten had somehow dragged itself to midnight before finally surrendering.
Now there was only the occasional creak of old wood.
The hum of refrigerators.
The distant rush of traffic somewhere beyond Santo Padre.
Quiet.
Almost.
Lex stared at the underside of the bunk above her.
Wide awake.
Again.
Not because of nightmares.
That was the strange part.
There hadn't been a nightmare.
No chains.
No panic.
No waking up unable to breathe.
Just thoughts.
Too many of them.
The digital clock on the dresser glowed softly.
2:08 a.m.
She rolled onto her side.
Then onto her back.
Then onto her other side.
Nothing helped.
The farmers market kept replaying.
The hand-holding.
The way neither of them had let go immediately.
The way he'd looked at her afterward.
The way she'd looked right back.
The way her father had somehow managed to make everything worse by being right.
Lex groaned softly and shoved a pillow over her face.
It accomplished nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Wonderful.
After another five minutes of staring into the darkness, she gave up.
The blanket slid aside.
Bare feet touched cool wood.
The hallway outside the bunk room was empty.
Quiet.
Safe.
The clubhouse at two in the morning felt different than it did during the day.
Softer somehow.
Less crowded.
Less demanding.
She padded toward the kitchen.
Toward coffee.
Because apparently poor decisions were still part of her personality.
---
The light was already on.
Of course it was.
Lex stopped in the entry.
Bishop sat at one of the tables.
Reading glasses low on his nose.
Coffee beside one elbow.
Folders spread across the table.
Pages covered in notes.
Highlighter marks.
Photographs.
The usual.
Or what she'd assumed was the usual.
For months.
Bishop looked up.
Not surprised.
Not even a little.
"Lex." His voice was rough with hours of coffee and paperwork. "You should be asleep."
Lex snorted.
"You first."
One corner of his mouth twitched.
Fair.
She crossed to the kitchen.
Poured coffee.
Ignored the fact it was probably a terrible idea.
Then settled into the chair beside him.
Not across.
Beside.
The realization didn't hit until she'd already done it.
Neither commented.
For a while silence settled comfortably between them.
The familiar kind.
The kind she'd grown strangely dependent on.
Bishop flipped another page.
Made a note.
Took a drink of coffee.
Kept working.
Lex wrapped both hands around her mug and stared out toward the darkened windows.
The sleeping clubhouse.
Anywhere except the paperwork.
Old habits.
Club kid habits.
You didn't read over shoulders.
You didn't ask questions about paperwork spread across a table.
And you definitely didn't stick your nose into club business.
So she didn't.
The same way she hadn't for months.
The same way she'd sat across from him night after night while he worked.
The same way she'd never looked closely enough to read a name.
A report.
A phone number.
Anything.
The pages shifted when Bishop turned another sheet.
Just enough.
A corner slid free.
A logo caught the light.
Lex's attention snagged on it immediately.
Her breath caught.
The coffee mug froze halfway to her lips.
No.
Slowly, she lowered it.
Looked again.
The logo stared back at her from the page.
Simple.
Professional.
Forgettable.
Except she'd seen it before.
Marcus's meeting.
The photograph.
The company tied to one of the properties.
The company tied to Erik.
The realization hit hard enough to hurt.
Her eyes lifted.
Not to the logo.
Beyond it.
To the stack of folders.
The highlighted reports.
The photographs.
The maps.
The property records.
And suddenly…
…suddenly she wasn't looking at club paperwork.
She was looking at him.
Months of late nights.
Months of coffee.
Months of paperwork she'd politely ignored because she'd assumed it was club business.
It wasn't.
God.
It wasn't.
Her throat tightened.
The hunt.
The investigation.
Erik.
All of it spread across the table between them.
All of it sitting here every night while she'd never once realized what she was looking at.
"This..."
Her voice trailed off.
Bishop looked up.
Followed her gaze.
Understanding dawned immediately.
For a second neither spoke.
"It isn't club paperwork." Her words escaped quietly.
Almost stupidly.
Because the answer was obvious now.
Bishop leaned back slightly.
Coffee forgotten.
"No."
Months.
The realization settled heavily.
All those late-night coffee talks.
All those nights she'd wandered into the kitchen because sleep wouldn't come.
All those nights she'd sat with him while he worked.
Thinking she was interrupting.
Thinking she was the distraction.
Thinking he was buried in club business.
When all along…
…he'd been hunting.
Every lead.
Every name.
Every property.
Every thread connected to the man who'd hurt her.
Her chest tightened painfully.
"You've been doing this every night?"
Bishop shrugged.
Like it wasn't a big deal.
Like she hadn't just uncovered something enormous.
"Most nights."
The answer nearly broke her.
Because suddenly every cold cup of coffee made sense.
Every late light burning beneath the Templo door.
Every stack of folders.
Every time she'd wandered into the kitchen and found him awake long after everyone else had gone to sleep.
Still looking.
Still searching.
For her.
"Why?"
The question slipped out before she could stop it.
Bishop frowned.
Not annoyed.
Confused.
Like the answer should've been obvious.
Bishop doesn't answer right away.
He just watched her.
The realization is still written all over her face.
"...You've been investigating them."
It isn't really a question.
Bishop exhales through his nose.
Then pushes back from the table.
"Come here."
Lex blinks.
"What?"
A small tilt of his head.
"Come on."
He turns and starts toward the far end of the room.
She hesitates before following, confusion knitting her brow.
He stops outside the heavy wooden door.
Templo.
Church.
Lex immediately slows.
"Bishop..."
He looks back.
"I can't." She glances toward the door. Her voice drops almost instinctively. "I'm not supposed to be in there."
A faint smile ghosts across his face.
"S'alright, querida." He reaches for the door. "You’re with me."
The door slides open.
The room is empty.
Quiet.
Sacred.
Bishop steps inside first, then waits.
After one last uncertain glance toward the hallway, Lex crosses the threshold.
Her eyes immediately sweep the room…and stop.
The entire far wall.
Covered.
Maps.
Photographs.
Copies of reports.
License plates.
Names.
Timelines.
Newspaper clippings.
Phone records.
Pinned together beneath dozens of thumbtacks.
Red string stretched between them in a tangled web of connections.
Some photographs were circled.
Others crossed out.
Locations highlighted.
Dates scribbled in the margins.
It wasn't just an investigation.
It was a war board.
Months...
Maybe years...
of work.
Lex slowly stepped closer, her eyes racing over familiar names.
Then unfamiliar ones.
Safe houses.
Shipping routes.
Financial records.
Victims.
Missing people.
Her chest tightened.
"Oh..."
Barely more than a whisper.
She looked back at him.
"You've been hunting them."
Not guessing.
Not chasing rumors.
Hunting.
For a long time.
Bishop leaned one shoulder against the doorframe.
"We don't leave monsters out there if we can help it."
Silence settled between them.
Lex turned back toward the wall.
The logo she'd found on his paperwork wasn't a coincidence.
It had never been a coincidence.
Every question she'd been carrying...
Every suspicion...
Every piece she'd thought she'd been hiding...
He'd already been standing in the middle of it.
The sight hit her like a punch.
Because suddenly she understood something.
Nobody had moved on.
Nobody had forgotten.
Nobody had decided she was too much trouble.
The hunt was still happening.
Every day.
Every night.
Even when she wasn't thinking about it.
Even when she was sleeping.
Even when she was trying to heal.
They were still fighting.
For her.
The realization lodged somewhere deep inside her chest.
Dangerously close to tears.
She looked away.
Fast.
Bishop noticed.
Of course he did.
The bastard.
The silence stretched.
"I don't trust myself."
The words slipped out before she could stop them.
Bishop frowned immediately.
Concern replacing confusion.
"Lex.."
"I thought Erik loved me."
The room went still.
Completely still.
The refrigerator hummed.
A clock ticked somewhere.
Neither of them seemed to hear either one.
Lex stared at her hands.
Because looking at him suddenly felt impossible.
"I thought he was safe."
Her voice cracked.
Just slightly.
"I thought I was making good decisions."
A humorless laugh escaped.
Painful.
Small.
"I thought I knew people."
The confession sat between them.
Raw.
Honest.
Terrifying.
For a moment Bishop said nothing.
Then…
"So?"
Lex blinked.
Actually blinked.
Her head lifted.
"What?"
Bishop looked at her like she'd completely missed the point.
"So?"
She stared.
The confusion must've shown because he sighed softly.
"You were wrong about one man."
The words landed heavily.
Steadily.
"One."
Lex opened her mouth.
Closed it again.
Bishop continued.
"Since then?"
A pause.
"You trusted yourself when you stayed in Santo Padre."
She froze.
"You trusted yourself when you walked into that grocery store… You trusted yourself when you picked up the sketchbook again… You trusted yourself when you remembered that logo."
His gaze held hers.
Steady.
Certain.
"You trusted yourself when you got on the back of my bike."
The breath left her lungs.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Because she hadn't thought about it that way.
Not once.
Bishop leaned back slightly against the Templo table.
Eyes never leaving hers.
"The problem isn't that you don't trust yourself."
The words softened.
Just enough.
"It's that you don't give yourself credit for any of it."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Lex stared at him.
Because suddenly…
every moment replayed differently.
The grocery store.
The sketchbook.
The nightmares.
The meetings.
The flower market.
The first ride.
Every step.
Every choice.
Every piece of progress she'd dismissed.
Not because it didn't count.
Because she'd never counted it.
A lump formed in her throat.
Immediate.
Painful.
Dangerous.
"You make it sound easy."
Bishop snorted.
The sound held absolutely no humor.
"I know it isn't." He paused. "But you did it anyway."
The words settled somewhere deep.
Somewhere old.
Somewhere wounded.
And for the first time…
the voice Erik left behind felt smaller.
Not gone.
Just...
smaller.
The realization almost hurt.
Neither spoke for a while.
The coffee cooled out on the table.
The paperwork waited.
The clubhouse slept around them.
Eventually Lex looked around at the walls again.
Then… quietly…
"You really think we're gonna find him?"
Bishop didn't hesitate.
Not even for a second.
"Abso-fuckin-lutley…. I fuckin’ promise you that."
The certainty in his voice sent something warm through her chest.
Not confidence.
Not quite.
Borrowed confidence.
The kind she'd been living on for months.
And maybe that was okay.
Maybe healing wasn't always carrying the weight yourself.
Maybe sometimes it was trusting somebody else to carry it until you could.
The thought settled quietly between her ribs.
For a long moment neither moved.
The investigation.
The hunt.
The promise.
Still waiting.
Lex watched him work almost every night.
Watched the notes.
The maps.
The names.
The endless determination.
And suddenly understood why she'd always ended up in the main room at night.
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Juice has always been more submissive, just in general. It made him a good prospect and then an even better club member. He didn't try to argue, didn't try to talk over anyone, just sat back and listened to commands.
Not many people liked it dating wise. People always have this idea that this strong, tattooed biker would be dominant. Would be commanding. Would take control in the bedroom. But that was far from the truth. The truth you figured out and reassured him you weren't gonna run.
Juice loved to be told what to do during sex. Where to touch, where to put his mouth, how hard or fast he needed to thrust. It was just so much easier than making his own decisions. Especially when he was high. The weed making him putty in your hands.
His favorite way to have sex was just laying there and admiring you as you rode him. He felt good, you felt good, and he could just stare at you. You never made him thrust his hips, never made him guide you. Why fix what isn't broken. Besides, who needs a dominant boyfriend when yours is letting you use him like a toy while he moans and whimpers.
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title; unspoken
pairing; jax teller x fem!reader
prompt; red present (suggestive) + gold bow (mutual pining)
You feel him before you see him.
The low rumble of his bike cuts through the late-night quiet of the clubhouse lot, and something in your chest tightens the way it always does around Jax. The man who’s been looking at you like you’re the only thing in Charming that still makes sense.
You stay where you are on the picnic table, legs dangling, a half-empty beer warming in your hand. The door to the clubhouse is open behind you, laughter and music spilling out, but out here it’s just the night and the smell of gasoline and leather. He parks, kills the engine, and swings off the bike with that easy, dangerous grace that makes every other man look like he’s trying too hard.
His eyes find you immediately.
“Didn’t expect you still out here,” he says, voice rough from the road. He walks over slow, like he’s giving you time to decide if you want him closer. You don’t move; you never do.
He stops a few feet away, rolling a cigarette between his fingers but not lighting it. The club lights catch the ink on his skin, the line of his jaw, the way his cut sits on broad shoulders. You’ve memorized all of it. You hate how much.
“Couldn’t sleep,” you answer. “Too quiet at home.”
He huffs a quiet laugh. “Yeah, quiet’s never been our strong suit.” His gaze drops to your mouth for half a second, then back up. That look again, the one that says he’s thought about this more times than he’ll admit. The one that makes heat coil low in your stomach.
You shift on the table, thighs pressing together without meaning to. His eyes track the movement. He notices everything.
“You keep looking at me like that,” you murmur, “and people are gonna start talking.”
“Let ’em.” He steps closer. Not close enough to touch, but close enough that you can smell the road on him, leather and smoke and something warmer underneath. “Been looking at you for months. Figured you’d have noticed by now.”
You did. God, you did. Every time he brushed past you in the clubhouse, every time his hand lingered a second too long when he handed you a drink, every time his eyes stayed on you across the table while the rest of the table argued. Quiet, heavy and dangerous. You both knew the rules. Club business first, complications second, and you were supposed to be neither.
But here you are.
He sets the unlit cigarette on the table beside your hip. His fingers are close enough that if you shifted even an inch, they’d brush the bare skin where your shirt has ridden up. You don’t. Neither does he. The air between you feels charged, thick with everything neither of you has said.
“I keep telling myself to leave it alone,” he says, voice lower now. “You’re not some club girl. You’re… different. And I don’t do different carefully.”
Your pulse is loud in your ears. “Maybe I don’t want careful.”
Something dark and hungry flickers across his face. He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts over your cheek when he speaks. “You say that, and I start thinking about all the ways I could have you. Against the wall in the garage. On the back of my bike. In my bed with the door locked so no one interrupts while I take my time learning every sound you make.”
Heat floods your face, your chest, lower. Your fingers tighten around the bottle. You can picture it too easily—his hands on your hips, that mouth on your throat, the way he’d look at you while he moved inside you like he was claiming something he’d already decided was his.
You swallow. “Jax…”
He doesn’t kiss you. He doesn’t touch you. He just stays there, close enough that the want is a physical thing between you, and lets the silence say the rest. His eyes drop to your lips again as yours drop to his. The moment stretches, taut and electric.
Finally he straightens, slow, like it costs him. He picks up the cigarette and tucks it behind his ear.
“Go inside,” he says, quieter. “Before I forget why I’ve been trying so hard not to do this.”
You slide off the table, and your shoulder brushes his chest as you pass. Neither of you pretends it was an accident. His hand lifts, almost settles at the small of your back, then falls away again.
You walk toward the clubhouse door without looking back, but you feel his eyes on you the entire way. Mutual. Unspoken. Heavy with everything still waiting to happen.
And you know, both of you know, that next time careful might not be enough to stop it.
