#k1llermade

    THERE WAS A DOWNSIDE,    to being so linked to a member of samcro, and that was that no matter what she was never safe. she was a target, even if no one thought she could be. after all, what else would you call someone who had known, the boy king, who was now president, since they were children. who was one of the few people he came too, to simply exist outside of his role in the club. as such it meant many a person [ ... ] knew about her. and tended to pull her into shit. ( far more times than she could truly count ! )  and it would seem that once again, she was the collateral damage of such an instance. hazel optics looking towards the back window, taking note of the car he mentioned, and a cold shiver runs down her spine. erasing all previous illusions of being tired. as now fear, WAS TAKING HOLD.

     HER HAND TIGHTENS,    in the sheets beneath her. as she feels the way that JAx was currently playing her body. they might have only been together for a short while. but he already knew the right ways, to make her come undone. to bring her to a writhing mess beneath his touch. as though her body was written for him to read, and play. and right now she was loving it, AS HER WHOLE BODY BURNED. and she wanted nothing more, than to have more. for him to give her more. ( to give her all of him ! )  the feeling of his lips, along her inner thigh. has her back arching, wanting him closer, as a hand shifts to dive straight into his blonde hair. pulling him closer, needing more. WANTING MORE.

     SHE KNEW,    how to play games. she was an observer, someone who sat and watched people. learning their strengths and weaknesses. and she had watched jax enough over the years. to know what his weaknesses were. but she also knew how to tease him if she chose. of course she'd never thought she'd get the opportunity. after years of keeping her emotions to herself. BUT HERE THEY WERE. and now she could play her games, with the blonde. and she was so [ ... ] determined to have her fun. ( which wasn't too hard in reality ! )  all she had to do, was dress in a way that highlighted her, assets. but didn't make her too slutty. and well wearing a skirt and making sure to flash, just enough to jax. and she could see the moment, that he had started to become, extremely riled. and oh she was enjoying every second. just waiting, FOR HIM TO BREAK.

@k1llermade || a meme from this tag yonder || accepting!

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

dean's got his hands stuffed inside the pockets of a too big leather coat. one that hangs on his frame a little loose, a little worn and torn. years have turned it into part of him, just the same as his left arm or leg,by now. green eyes comb across jax's with a look of understanding. takes a pro at self-hatred to understand another pro. doesn't it? their lives haven't been the easiest. both've gotten the shit end of the stick more than either one would like to admit. l

essons they learned along the way? the kind that leave scars. ones both visible and the one that's always the worst? not. makes the ones that you can see cakewalk to ignore. when you can cover them up or stop caring. the ones you can't? well.. life is a bitch.

see? all that's easier said than listened to. dean's a fucking hypocrite even trying to get the lesson through the jax that losing one of his own? yeah.. that's a pain he wouldn't wish on anyone. but is it jax's fault? far as dean can tell from the point of view he's got? no.

he's been on the edge that jax is on. got a frequent flyer card if he's honest. talking him off it? miracle in and of itself if managed. most times? he's gotta dig himself out. or dive headfirst into booze or killing monsters or beating the pulp out of some asshole that deserves it. usually by trying to be the one doing the killing. or. you know? on a lesser extent? a really mouthy asshole that gets under his skin. dime a dozen if you look in the right bar.