#soa series

Jax had been out all day long with the club, handling business that was more annoying rather than stressful to deal with, like it usually is. 

He’d missed you for the majority of the day, especially since yours and his morning got interrupted earlier. 

Jax had been in the middle of getting his fill of you, starting his day off right with his head buried between your thighs, when he’d gotten a call from Chibs. Apparently there were some issues with the side business they’d been working on, and it needed to be fixed right away so the club didn’t look like they had no idea what they were doing. 

The Sons had a certain reputation, and yes it needed to be upheld, but it couldn’t have waited another half an hour?

Apparently not, so Jax had to leave you before he could make you fall apart on his fingers, tongue and cock, and he had to go deal with it. It took most of the day going back and forth, which was quite irritating since it could’ve been dealt with at a much later time in his opinion, but it was still important either way. 

With that being said, Jax missed you, and he was wound up really fucking tight and wanted to get back home to you and finish what you and he had started in the bedroom this morning. 

He got home just after dinner, his eyes instinctively searching for you as soon as he stepped through the door. When he saw movement in the kitchen, he looked over to see you slightly bent over the table, your hip jutted out as you flipped through the cookbook his mother had let you borrow. 

Jax felt his jeans tighten instantly, his cock twitching with interest as he walked into the kitchen, standing behind you as he held back a groan at what you were wearing. 

A flannel, his flannel that looked massive on you, a pair of panties, and nothing else. The buttons of the flannel were done up just halfway, and he wanted nothing more than to rip it open, bend you over the table, and grab your tits as he fucked you from behind. 

He stepped closer, his hands coming up to grab onto your hips, and he leaned down to kiss your cheek, “Babe,” he greeted, noticing how deep and barely-restrained his voice sounded even to his own ears. 

You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled. “Hi, baby,” you said back, only letting your eyes linger on his for a few more moments before you looked away again and back down at the open book. You flipped through the pages, biting down on your lip and making Jax refrain from bending you over right then and there. “I can’t find the recipe for that chili your mom made the first time I met her. She told me it was in here, but I can’t find it and I wanted to make it for dinner tomorrow.”

Jax listened to you ramble as best as he could, but he really wasn’t paying much attention to what you were saying. His focus was very far away from some old family recipe he’d had countless times before. 

One of his hands left your hip and lifted to your stomach, and he placed his palm firmly against you, pulling your body back against his. He heard the way your breath hitched, your body tensing up just slightly before relaxing again, and he smirked, leaning in and nuzzling his nose against the side of your neck. “I really don’t give a fuck about the chili right now, baby,” he murmured, dragging his teeth along the shell of your ear as his fingers started to pull at the buttons of the flannel. “I’m starvin’ for somethin’ else. Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all goddamn day.” 

He pressed himself closer to you, letting you feel just how true those words are as his cock strained against the zipper of his jeans. “Oh,” you breathed, staying still as you let him undo the buttons on his shirt. “Have you?” you asked, and you were already starting to tease him as you subtly wiggled your ass back against him. 

Jax groaned, cursing under his breath as he pushed his hips forward, grinding against you. “You know I have,” he muttered, “Couldn’t focus on a fuckin’ thing. Kept thinkin’ ‘bout how I left you this mornin’. Didn’t even get to make you cum. That makes me a bad fuckin’ husband.” 

You whimpered softly when he tugged the flannel down your shoulders, the fabric pooling around your elbows and exposing your breasts to his dark, greedy eyes. His hands came up to palm them both, and you pressed your lips together as you shook your head, “You’re not a… bad husband, Jax,” you whispered as his thumbs brushed along your nipples. “You just have… a lot of shit you need to do every day. I don’t blame you for that.”

He grunted against your skin as he leaned in and pressed kisses along your neck and throat, one hand leaving your chest and sliding down your body. “I know you don’t, babe. ‘S why you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he rasped, slipping one hand inside your panties and covering your core with it. “But I still gotta make it up to you. Don’t like leavin’ you like that at all.”

You moaned, your eyes falling shut as your head tipped back onto his shoulder. “We did get interrupted this morning, didn’t we?” you relented, still teasingly dragging your ass back and forth along the front of his jeans. 

Jax groaned at the reminder, his mouth watering at the thought of picking right back up where you and he left off. “Mm, yeah, we did. Was in the middle of eatin’ my breakfast,” he mumbled, “Was gonna make you cum so hard for me, right on my tongue. Guess I’ll just have to do it now instead.”

His hand gave your breast a firm squeeze, his other hand leaving your core and latching onto your other breast once more. He rocked his hips against your backside, feeling his cock throb inside his jeans as he dipped his head further down and kissed along your jaw. 

“You have no fuckin’ idea how hot you look right now,” he muttered, turning you around to face him, his hands moving to your waist to gently shove you back against the edge of the table. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this fuckin’ body all day.” he added as he ducked his head down and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking roughly. 

Another moan left your mouth, and you shut your eyes as his hands moved around your body, giving your ass a rough squeeze. “What have you been thinking about?” you asked, lifting your hands up and tugging at the leather of his kutte. You tugged it away from his body, and he let it fall to the floor before his hands were back on you. 

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this. Thinkin’ ‘bout bendin’ you over and fuckin’ you so good. How wet and tight you are for me,” he grunted, “Could taste you all day, baby. Drove me fuckin’ insane.”

Your eyes opened at that, and you grabbed onto his shoulders as he grabbed onto your hip with one hand, the other one sliding beneath the thin fabric of your panties once more. “That’s what you get for leaving without making me cum,” you said, and Jax huffed out a laugh. 

His fingers became coated in your wetness, and he slowly eased two of his fingers inside you, his teeth dragging along his lower lip as he watched your expression shift at the feeling. “Shit, you’re so wet for me. Been waitin’ for me, huh?” he said under his breath, watching the way you eagerly nodded. 

Jax hummed, dragging his fingers along your walls before pulling them back out, and he lifted them to his mouth, cleaning them of your arousal. He watched the way your eyes flickered down to his mouth, your face flushing as he sucked on his fingers, and your grip on his shoulders tightened just slightly. 

He reached down and yanked your panties down your legs, tossing them behind him before he lifted you up onto the table, spreading your thighs wide. Jax dropped to his knees before you, guiding your legs over his shoulders and pulling you close to the edge of the table. “Gonna finish what I started,” he said, hearing the way your breath hitched before he leaned in and licked between your folds, collecting your wetness like he’d been craving all day. 

Your hands braced behind you on the table, your head tipping back as soon as his mouth was on you. “Jax,” you whined as he picked right back up where he’d left off this morning. “Needed you so badly.”

Jax looked up at you, and the sight had his cock throbbing even more. You were leaning back on the table, his flannel around your elbows and exposing your tits, and God, you looked like every single wet dream he’s ever fucking had. 

He was starving for you, and that much was obvious from the way he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue licking and lapping at you with even more desperation than it was this morning. “Needed this too,” he muttered, finally tearing his gaze off your face. His nose bumped against your clit as he dove back in, his hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place when you started bucking against his mouth. 

His tongue slid inside of you, creating a wet, sticky mess between your thighs, but that was how he liked it. He liked when you made a mess of him, too. 

A sharp gasp left your lips, your hands grabbing onto his hair as you pushed against his hands, bucking against his face once again. “Jax, please,” you begged, already reduced to how he’d gotten you earlier, but this time he had no plans on stopping, and he was not allowing himself to be interrupted again. 

His hands wrapped under your thighs, bringing you closer and making your fingers cling onto his hair tighter as you almost lost your balance. Jax huffed out a laugh, pulling away from you with wet lips, “It’s alright, babe. I ain’t gonna let you fall,” he mumbled deeply, the corners of his lips turning upwards. “Least not like that.”

You rolled your eyes at that, digging your heel into his upper back, trying to not so subtly pull him back in. “You’re funny,” you said under your breath, “But I don’t feel like laughing right now, so keep going.”

Jax let out a deep laugh, shaking his head even as he moved back towards you. “Bossy,” he muttered, holding onto your thighs with a firm grip. 

“You married me,” you pointed out, your thighs shaking a bit as he leaned in and dragged his tongue along you once more. 

He hummed, “Best decision of my life,” he said, giving you a much softer grin before he was all over you again. 

His tongue dragged up and down your folds, feeling the way your thighs trembled even more at either side of his head, and then he was sucking your clit into his mouth. Your body jolted, your nails scratching along his scalp as you ripped one hand away from his head, reaching behind you to grab onto the edge of the table instead. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, closing your eyes again as your head fell back. Your chest pushed forward as your back arched, and Jax looked up at you through hooded eyes, his tongue moving between your clit and your opening over and over again until he got you there - right where he wanted you. 

A loud, dragged out moan left your lips as you came, your legs trying to close around his head but he didn’t stop, instead working you through it as you gasped at the sensitivity. Jax lapped at your core, licking and sucking and kissing all over until you slumped back on the table, your body still tense as your stomach quivered. 

“There you go, that’s it. Tastes so fuckin’ good, baby,” he murmured, turning his head and nuzzling his nose along your inner thigh before placing one final, open mouthed kiss there. He pulled back and stood up, shamelessly licking at his wet lips as he reached down and undid his belt, then unzipped his jeans. 

He stepped closer to you, reaching down to grab your hand with one of his, gently pulling you back up so you were sitting. His other hand slid up your back before tangling in your hair, and he tilted your head back before leaning down and kissing you deeply, sharing your taste with you. 

Just as you were starting to deepen the kiss even more, Jax pulled away, his hands moving down to your hips. He lifted you from the table, then turned you around and bent you over it, one hand on your back guiding you lower until your chest was pressed against the surface. 

He pushed down his jeans and boxers, freeing his cock that nearly ached at the relief of escaping the tightness of his boxers. He grasped himself in one hand, guiding the head of his cock to rub up and down your puffy folds, and a slow, smug smirk formed on his face as you whimpered. 

“Jax,” you begged, “Please.”

His smirk only grew as he leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. “It’s okay, baby,” he teased, “You don’t gotta beg me. Not tonight.”

You huffed out a breath of air at that, only to quickly inhale it back in when he pushed the first couple of inches of his cock inside you, your hands instantly moving to grab onto the edge of the table. “Oh, fuck,” you gasped as he pushed all the way in, his hips pressed right up against your ass. 

“Shit,” Jax grunted, pushing the flannel up around your waist so he could grab onto your bare hips. He looked down as he slowly pulled out, watching the way your tight walls stretched around him to be able to take all of him, then he pushed back in a little faster than before. “This is what you needed, isn’t it, baby? To be fucked just like this.” he muttered harshly, fucking into you a little faster as his cock became completely coated in your wetness. 

You whined, nodding all too eagerly, “Yes. Fuck… yes,”

Jax let out a short laugh, one hand moving from your hip and sliding down to grab onto your ass. “Feels so good, baby. Such a perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he praised, rolling his hips forward and watching the way you took him with each thrust. “Fuck. I needed this too.”

You moaned loudly, your hips hitting the edge of the table every time he fucked back into you. “Oh, my God,” you whined, your upper body pressing against the cool surface of the table with every thrust of his hips. 

He leaned over you, his left hand grabbing onto the edge of the table next to yours as he started to fuck you a little harder than before. His hips hit your ass over and over again, his other hand sliding into your hair and tugging your head back a bit. “So fuckin’ good… fuck,” he grunted, holding your body in place with his own as he pressed you down against the table. 

A choked moan left your mouth, your sounds filling the kitchen as he fucked you exactly like how he wanted to before. The few objects still on the table shifted every time he bottomed out inside of you, the cookbook you’d been flipping through dangerously close to falling off completely, but neither of you cared. He was sure Gemma would give him shit for a few bent pages, but he didn’t give a shit about that either. 

“Yes, oh, my God, yes. Fuck, don’t stop, baby,” you cried out, tightening your grip on the table.

Jax grunted, your sounds only fueling his movements and making his cock throb deep inside of you. He let go of your hair, dragging his hand down your back until he reached your ass, and he pushed the flannel up once again since it had slipped back down. He gave you a firm squeeze before giving you a sharp smack, feeling the way you clenched around him as your skin burned. 

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered, grabbing onto your waist with a tight grip as he pulled you back against him now with every thrust. “C’mon, babe, squeeze that cock. Cum on my dick like I know you want to.”

You whined loudly, squeezing your eyes shut at the same time your core squeezed his cock, instantly obliging to his request. Your body started to shake, your hands trembling from where they held the table in a death grip as you came with a long, needy cry. 

Jax groaned deeply, his eyes locked onto where you and he were connected as his cock became even wetter, even warmer from your release. “That’s my girl,” he rasped, slowing down just slightly as he felt his cock twitch inside you. He came only seconds later, his chest heaving as he filled you with his cum until some of it started to leak out around him. “Shit. So fuckin’ good.”

He leaned over you, covering your back with his chest as you went limp on the table, thoroughly fucked out. Jax kissed along your bare shoulder, one hand sliding under you until he reached your throat, and he turned your head, guiding your mouth into a deep kiss. 

You moaned weakly against his lips, kissing him a little desperately before he pulled away, his lips as puffy and kiss swollen as yours are. He slowly pulled out of you, pressing his lips together as he watched a few beads of cum drip out along with his cock. 

The sight had one corner of his mouth turning upwards as he helped you stand up straight. Your legs were still shaking as he turned your body around and pulled you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “You good?” he asked, unable to stop the teasing and smugness from seeping into his tone. 

You nodded, burying your face in his shirt as your hands grabbed at his back, your body still trembling with the aftershocks. “That definitely made up for this morning,” you said once you were finally able to find your voice and speak again. 

Jax let out a deep laugh, one hand cradling the back of your head as he brushed a soft kiss along your temple. “I’ll make it up to you even more tomorrow mornin’, with no interruptions,” he said, pulling his flannel back up your body so you were properly wearing it again. He pulled back with a smirk, “Told the guys no more callin’ me at nine in the mornin’ unless it’s a real emergency.” 

You lifted a brow, watching as he pulled his boxers and jeans back up, but left them unzipped. “What, today wasn’t a real emergency?” you asked, taking his hand when he offered it to you. 

He pulled you with him towards the bedroom, keeping his other hand planted firmly on your ass as his front pressed against your back. “Not nearly important enough to be interrupted for,” he answered, his smirk softening when you let out a laugh.

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Dedicated to @hunnamandhoney because you mentioned in a reblog of a gif set of a shirtless Jax sitting at his kitchen table and of him wearing a flannel, and you said you wanted to be bent over that table while wearing his flannel, and it’s been in my head ever since. So. Thank you and I hope you enjoy x

Apologies for being MIA. Just went through something really hard and had no motivation, and the only form of outlet I had was this, so I guess I’m like Jax in that way loooool.

When Jax turned his head and met Tara’s gaze, he let out a sigh, his shoulders dropping in dread as she quickly shut the door behind her and locked it. “Tara-”

She cut him off by pressing her body up against his, similar to the way you did not too long ago in the hallway, but his body wasn’t reacting to hers the way it did with you, and his hands gently pushed her away instead of pulling her closer. 

But she didn’t seem to understand that he was trying to put some space between the two of them, since she just placed her own hands on his chest, her palms splaying over the patches on his kutte. “You didn’t call me back last night,” she said, her voice quiet as she looked up at him through her lashes. “I left you a voicemail, but you never got back to me.”

“I know,” he sighed again, placing a firm hand on her shoulder as he took a step back. “Things just… I gotta lot goin’ on right now.”

Tara furrowed her brows, but she quickly brushed away whatever thought she was having and slid her hands down the front of his body, her fingers brushing over the zipper of his jeans. “Are you stressed out, baby?” she pouted, and he’d never been very fond of her calling him that. It didn’t feel right, and it felt too intimate for what he and her were doing. “I have ten minutes left of my break. I can make you feel better. I always do, right?”

Jax’s mind flashed back to the times he’d been in here with her over the last few months, and while it had been fun, it was the last thing he wanted to do now. “Tara,” he said, his voice firm as he stepped back again, and her hand fell away from his body. “I can’t.”

She narrowed her eyes at that, then flickered them down to the crumpled takeout bag in his hand. “Why are you here, Jax?” she asked, her voice calm and not at all accusing, but the look in her eyes told him that he was definitely being accused of something, and he knew exactly what it was. 

Still, he didn’t say anything as she raised a brow, then stayed still as she stepped forward and lowered her face towards his chest, and he knew she could smell your tropical, coconut perfume on him. 

A humorless laugh left her lips, and it was quickly followed by a scoff. “You went back to her? Seriously?”

Jax let his shoulders drop as one hand came up and rubbed at his forehead. “Come on, Tara,”

“No, Jax. Are you serious?” she asked, propping her hands on her hips in a way he’d found kind of attractive not too long ago, but his head had always been filled with thoughts and images of you, and since he saw you again, those thoughts have only intensified, mainly because he was so sure he’d never see you again. “Your ex comes back to town and suddenly you forget about me?”

“It’s not like that,” he said, and it really wasn’t, but he was sure she would never understand that she’d never be able to make him feel the way you do. No other woman would ever be able to, he’d found that out pretty quickly. You weren’t just his ex, you were the love of his fucking life. “We can’t do this anymore.”

He stepped around her and reached for the door, but she was adamant. “So you’re just going to run back to her?” Tara asked, glaring at him as her voice changed from sweet to hostile. “What about when she leaves again? Because she will leave again, Jax. Her life isn’t in Charming. It’s only a matter of time before she’s back in New York, and you’ll still be here. What happens then? Are you going to run back to me?”

Jax’s jaw clenched at her questions, and he had to take a breath to calm himself down. He didn’t want to think about any of that, about you going back to New York, about you and him losing contact again, about never seeing you after this since your life is in New York. 

You and he had decided to not talk about all that for this specific reason; to not get anyone’s hopes up, and to not expect anything. You were just playing it day by day, and he was not prepared to even think about those questions, let alone answer them. 

Jax turned his head and looked at her, then turned his full body towards her. “That ain’t your business. What I do, what she does, it’s none of your concern,” he said, keeping his voice leveled despite the multitude of emotions that were suddenly hitting him. “We’re done, Tara. Just let it go.”

She scoffed at that but didn’t say anything as Jax turned around and unlocked the door before pulling it open, tossing the takeout bag into the trash bin beside the nurse’s desk on his way out. 

-

Your back was hurting after sitting on the uncomfortable hospital chair for the majority of yesterday, even though your mattress was one of the comfiest things you’d ever touched in your life. It still didn’t help the ache you felt in your spine as you rolled out of bed at noon and dressed yourself in sweats and a hoodie. 

You’d been up late last night and didn’t get to sleep until around two in the morning, and you managed to sleep in until eleven thirty, which felt like a miracle. Your mom had gone back to the hospital quite late, and had told you that she’d be there all day today. That was good, since the house was looking a little messy, and she hadn’t had time to tidy up with all the trips to the hospital. 

That gave you something to do for a good portion of the day, and it’d be a great distraction from everything that is going on. 

You started in the kitchen, where you loaded the dishwasher and sorted through the old newspapers that covered the table. After cleaning off the counters and sweeping crumbs into a corner to vacuum later, you moved onto the living room, which wasn’t too bad.

You had just tidied the clutter on the coffee table and were in the middle of folding the throw blanket when there was a knock on the door, and you laid the blanket over the back of the couch before making your way to the front hall. 

When you pulled it open, a smile almost instantly formed on your face, and your body heated up. “Hey,” you said, leaning against the door as you kept your hand firmly on the knob.

Jax grinned back at you, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans as he stood in front of you looking like some sort of God, and also looking like the embodiment of sin. He was wearing jeans, a white tee and his kutte, and you never understood how he could possibly look that good in a rather simple outfit. “Hey,” he said back, and even though he was wearing sunglasses, you could still feel the intensity of his gaze. “You busy?”

You shook your head, “No. I was just cleaning up the place for my mom,” 

Jax nodded, taking a subtle step towards you. “Want some company?”

You tilted your head at that, a sly smile on your lips. “You want to watch me clean?”

He shrugged, “That’s a massive turn on for me, doll,”

You laughed and opened the door wider, silently inviting him in. “Right. Well, lucky for you, I need a break,” you said, turning around and heading towards the kitchen. “You want a beer?”

“Sure,” he called back, and you heard him shut the door behind him. “Didn’t think you were still a day drinker, babe.”

You smirked, opening the fridge and grabbing two beers out of it. “You’re my definition of a special occasion,”

Jax was standing in the living room when you turned around, and he was wearing a matching smirk. “It’s an honor,” he said, and you rolled your eyes before nodding towards the couch. He’d taken off his glasses, that bruised eye on full display now, and it shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but it was Jax, and everything about him is hot.

He sat down and you handed him the beer before sitting next to him, close enough so your knee was touching his. The fact that this was the first time you and he had been in your house since before you left, and this was the first time you and he had been completely alone since the day on the street was extremely obvious, as were the butterflies that were beginning to form inside you. 

But you kept it cool, twisting the cap off your own beer before turning to look at him. “Slow day, Prez?”

Jax let out a deep laugh, bringing his beer up to his mouth, and you couldn’t look away if you tried, watching his lips wrap around the rim of it. “Not really,” he said, draping one arm on the back of the couch, his fingers nearly brushing your shoulder. “But you’re more than worth steppin’ away for a while.”

You hummed, trying to ignore how that made you feel as best as you could as you took a causal sip of your beer. “An honor indeed,” you mumbled, very aware of the heat that rushed to your cheeks. 

Jax looked around the living room, his hips shifting upwards as he got more comfortable. “I haven’t been in here in forever,” he said, and you remembered quite vividly the times your dad caught you and Jax making out on the couch at one in the morning after a night of drinking. 

You wondered if he was thinking about that now too, because suddenly it was all you could think about. “I know,” you said, letting your gaze sweep around the room that held too many memories to count as well. “Hasn’t changed much at all since I moved.” 

Jax let his fingers brush along your shoulder, and you had a feeling he knew exactly what he was doing to you even though he wore a casual expression on his face. “You got anyone missin’ you right now in New York?”

At the mention of your home away from home, you looked away with a soft huff. “Yeah, I mean… I have friends there, but I only really see them every once in a while. Reporting the news kinda takes up most of my time, and I don’t really make a lot of friends doing it,” you answered. “I have a few friends I met at school and we’ve kept in touch, but they’re all doing their own things, you know?”

Jax nodded slowly, lifting his beer up to his lips. “Are you missin’ it?” he asked a follow up question before sipping on his beer. 

You looked over at him again. “New York?” you clarified, and he nodded as he swallowed around the rim of the bottle. “I guess.”

“You guess,”

“Yeah, I guess,” you said again, unable to stop the way your mouth curved upwards when you caught sight of his smug smirk, and you had a feeling you knew exactly what he was thinking, that he knew now you weren’t happy in New York. But you weren’t going to voice it. “It’s just really chaotic there.”

Jax huffed out a laugh. “It ain’t any less chaotic here,”

You couldn’t disagree with that. “Yeah, but here’s… here’s home,” you said, a lot quieter than before. 

He stayed silent at that, instead opting to take another swig of his beer, all while letting his eyes shamelessly trail you up and down. You always loved how he never failed to make you feel pretty or hot or sexy with just one look, and he’d been giving you that look since the day you saw him again. 

When he swallowed the cool liquid, he licked his lips, and you shamelessly watched that, before he spoke again. “Have I told you how good you look?”

You let out a quiet laugh, sipping on your own beer before you nodded slowly. “Yeah, you have. The first day we saw each other again,” you answered, giving him a teasing grin as you shrugged, “But I like hearing it, so you can keep saying it.”

Jax let out a deep laugh, nothing short of sexy, before he reached over and set his beer down on the coffee table to be forgotten about. “You know I will, doll. You’re still the most gorgeous fuckin’ girl I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled, and you had no choice but to believe him. His hand came up to cup your face, and he dragged his thumb along your lower lip, his eyes following the movement. “Thought about you every single day since you left. Thought about this mouth, ‘bout tastin’ you.”

Your eyes dropped down to his lips as well, and you instinctively moved closer to him while you tightened your fingers around the neck of your bottle. “Yeah?” you breathed, and even that one word sounded shaky. Then you looked up and met his gaze with a hint of challenge in your eyes as you felt your body react to having him so close. “Maybe you should taste me then.”

Jax’s eyes stayed locked on your lips as he blindly reached for your beer, and he set it aside with his own. Then he wrapped his hand around the back of your head and guided you forward, his mouth pressing against yours in a deep kiss. He pulled you onto his lap, and you quickly straddled him as his tongue brushed along yours. 

He tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth before he let it go, his eyes dark as he gazed at you with that same look you’d seen from him so many times before. “You taste exactly like how I remembered you did, you know that?” 

You let out a soft laugh at that, your knees digging into the cushions on either side of his hips as your hands came up to tangle in his hair. “So do you,” you whispered, one hand trailing down the side of his face as you slowly shook your head. “I think I’ve already become addicted to you again, Jax. That’s so bad.”

Jax shook his head too, his hands coming up to frame your face as he leaned back against the couch. “Nah, that’s good,” he said, his lips brushing against yours with every word. “That’s so fuckin’ good. I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about you, cravin’ you for eight goddamn years. Being addicted to each other again… that’s a fuckin’ good thing. Means you want me as much as I want you.”

You moaned softly at that, your forehead dropping to press against his as you nodded slowly. “I do,” you whispered, gently dragging your nails along his scalp. “I want you.” And you probably always would. 

Jax grabbed onto your hips and guided you to lie back on the couch, and he hovered over you. One of his thighs slotted between both of yours, and he kept a firm grip on your waist as he leaned down to connect your mouths again. His fingers dug into the soft skin of your hips, his hands bunching up the fabric of your hoodie as his tongue slid into your mouth and brushed along your own. 

Once you were sure you’d been kissed stupid, he pulled away and buried his face in your neck, his hands beginning to tug down your sweats. “I wanna make you feel good, doll,” he murmured, kissing along your throat. “Wanna taste you. Wanna hear those pretty sounds you used to make for me.”

You let out a needy moan at that, your body instantly heating up in a deep blush. A rush of arousal went through you, making your hips roll upwards and towards him. You couldn’t remember the last time a guy went down on you, and the thought was making your head feel fuzzy. 

Now that you’re thinking about it, you were pretty sure the last guy that did was Jax, and that meant it’d been over eight years. You’d gotten pretty embarrassed about it since every time you asked a guy to do it in New York, they told you that guys much rather prefer to have girls go down on them than the other way around. You got told that so often, you just stopped asking and assumed they were right. 

Does Jax think that way too? Was he just doing this so it would make you want to go down on him in return? You didn’t want to put Jax in the same group with every other guy, especially since he did it so often before, but after countless rejections, you’d become a little insecure about having a guy go down on you. 

So when he started to guide your sweatpants down your thighs, you reached out and wrapped your hand around his wrist, stopping him. “You don’t have to,” you said quickly, and the way his eyes instantly met yours had the ache between your thighs growing more and more. 

His brows furrowed, his hands stilling their movements. “What?” he asked, and you were sure you could hear disbelief in his voice. 

You pressed your lips together and shrugged, giving him an embarrassed smile. “I mean… we haven’t done this in so long,” you explained, hoping he didn’t clock the way your voice wavered in the way it normally does whenever you’re not being entirely truthful. “If you don’t actually want to… it’s okay.”

That had him pulling back, one hand bracing on the back of the couch while the other one rested on your bare stomach where your hoodie had ridden up. “If I don’t want to? Babe, I’ve been missin’ you for eight fuckin’ years, of course I want to do this,” he said, and you felt another heat of embarrassment wash over you, but this time it was for a different reason. “Do you not want me to?”

You shook your head, “I do. I really do, I just…” you trail off and give him a pleading look. 

Jax seemed to realize what you were saying without you needing to actually say it, and his hand slid over to your hip. “Those New York boys really haven’t been treatin’ you right, huh?” he muttered, shaking his head as his thumb stroked along your bare skin. When you shook your head too, he gave you a reassuring smile. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. We don’t gotta go all the way, but let me take care of you, yeah? Missed that pretty pussy of yours, baby.”

His words get a full body reaction out of you, the way your hips rolled upwards again and the soft mewl that left your lips making him smirk slightly. “Okay,” you breathed, nodding quickly afterwards. 

Jax leaned down and kissed you for a few seconds before he pulled back, his hands moving back to the hem of your sweats, and he pulled them as well as your panties down your legs. They fell to the floor and were quickly forgotten about, and you were now half exposed to him. 

His eyes flickered up to you as you tried to close your thighs, more nervous now than you were the first time he did this. Jax noticed that, because of course he did, and he turned his head to press a kiss to the inside of your knee. “Don’t hide from me, baby. It’s just me,” he rasped, and you let out a shaky breath, slowly letting your legs part. He kept his eyes on you as he settled between your spread thighs, then his gaze dipped down, and you could hear the groan that came from the back of his throat. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. Jesus Christ.”

His big hands wrapped around your thighs, and he spread them a little more as he dipped his head down and ran his nose along your inner thigh. His cold rings seared your heated skin, and having him so close to your most intimate part for the first time in what felt like forever was making you feel giddy and lightheaded, but you tried your best to reel yourself back in. 

It was just Jax, after all. 

-

“Fuck, doll,” Jax grunted, his fingers gripping your thighs tighter. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this pussy for so goddamn long.”

And he wasn’t kidding. 

You were stunning all over; every single part of you is breathtaking. That included the heaven between your thighs he’d been deprived of for most of his twenties. 

Back then, he had no idea that you’d eventually be leaving him, and that he’d have to wait nearly a decade to be able to have you like this again. He definitely took you for fucking granted, because he didn’t think he was capable of missing something and someone so much until he lost you. 

But he had you again, and it didn’t fucking matter how brief your visit to Charming is. He had you again. 

Jax moved closer to you, unable to hold off any longer as he leaned in and ran his tongue through the wetness gathered between your folds. Just like the first kiss you and he shared after eight years, the first taste of you had him once again addicted. 

You tasted exactly like how he remembered, maybe even better. Sweet and so fucking perfect. 

His tongue flicked over your clit, a deep groan leaving the back of his mouth when you instinctively bucked your hips upwards. His fingers dug into the skin of your thighs, holding you in place as he got his fill of you, but he was well aware that he’d never actually get enough of you. 

You moaned loudly, and it was music to his fucking ears. “Fuck,” you gasped, and he guided your legs to drape over his shoulders. Your hands reached down and grabbed onto his hair, and you pulled at the strands as your back lifted slightly from the couch. “Fuck, Jax… feels so good.”

 Jax groaned against your pussy, his teeth gently scraping against your clit as he buried his face against you. “Fuck, baby. Been too fuckin’ long since I’ve tasted this sweet pussy. Missed it so much,” he muttered, one hand sliding around you and grabbing onto your ass as he pulled you closer. His other hand joined his mouth, and he pushed two fingers inside you, groaning at the way your walls all too eagerly sucked them in. 

You let out another harsh moan, your eyes squeezing shut as you bucked your hips against his face. “Oh, my God,” you whimpered, and you sounded so fucking hot. Every sound you made went straight to his cock, and he had to ignore it the best he could, only giving subtle, shallow thrusts against the couch. He was too focused on you to focus much on himself. 

He grunted against you, curling his fingers every time he slid them deep inside you. “Fuckin’ love the sounds you make for me. So fuckin’ hot, doll,” he praised, lapping at your clit before he sucked harshly on it. “Wanna make you cum, baby. Wanna feel you cum for me.” 

Your thighs were starting to shake at either side of his head, your core greedily sucking his fingers in deeper as he fucked them into you. “Jax,” you gasped, pulling harder at his hair, and the sting felt way too good, and it was so worth the potential headache later. “I’m… gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” 

You sounded so whiny, so needy and so desperate. How long has it been since someone touched you like this? Since someone made you feel like this? He assumed it’d been a while, if the way you were clinging onto him was anything to go by. 

A feeling of pride went through him as he thrust his fingers inside you faster and sucked harder on your clit before you let out a soft cry. You clamped down tightly around him as you came, a wave of warmth coating his fingers as he continued to thrust them in and out of you. 

He pulled away from your puffy and swollen clit, his cheek pressing against your inner thigh as he looked up at you. He watched every reaction he coaxed out of you flash across your face; the way your lips parted in soft breaths, the way your brows pressed together in a furrow, and the way your eyes were squeezed shut. 

God, you are a fucking dream. His version of the perfect girl, his ideal girl, and the one and only girl he’s ever fucking loved in his entire life.

Jax lazily worked you through your high, a small, smug smirk on his glistening lips as he watched your body go limp against the cushions once again. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to his mouth, sucking them clean with a deep groan. 

“Missed that taste,” he muttered, turning his head and pressing a firm kiss to your inner thigh before he moved up your body and pressed his mouth to yours. He kissed you deeply, his tongue brushing against yours and sharing your taste with you. He swallowed your weak moans as you kissed him back, his big hand coming up to frame your face. “Missed you.”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping his body close to yours. You were breathless when you pulled away, your lips wet and puffy from his own, and you were just so effortlessly pretty. “No one has gone down on me since you,” you confessed quickly, as if that had been weighing heavily on your mind for the majority of that whole ordeal. “You’re the last person who’s done that to me. Well… the only person.”

Jax felt his whole body still at that, and suddenly he realized why you’d been so hesitant about it before. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans at the confirmation that he was the one and only guy who’s ever had his mouth on you like that, but was that without you trying to let someone else?

No one else had made you cum like that in damn near ten years? What kind of guys were you surrounding yourself with?

Were the guys in New York that fucking stuck up and stupid that they didn’t want to? Fuck, they were missing out, because Jax has never not wanted to go down on you as a form of foreplay, or even just as a way to get you off. He put your pleasure above his own, but clearly the guys you’d been with after him didn’t, and that ticked him off. 

Still, he was the one and only guy who’s had a taste of the heaven between your thighs, and that fueled his ego and pride immensely. You still belonged to him, and you always had. 

“What?” he rasped, his hand cradling your jaw as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. He dropped his forehead to yours, pressing another deep kiss to your lips as he groaned. “Jesus, babe. What kind of fuckin’ losers you been hangin’ around with?”

You let out a soft laugh, your fingers running through his hair that he was sure is a mess from your hands. “Big ones,” you answered, then gently pushed on his shoulders, and he sat back on his knees. “I wanna taste you now.” you said, already reaching for the zipper of his jeans. 

Jax felt his dick twitch again, and he bucked his hips forward when you unzipped his jeans. Having your hand so close to where he’d been desperately needing you had him feeling a little feral, and while he wasn’t planning on or expecting you to return the favor, he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to have your mouth on him. 

“Go on then, doll,” he said, his hand cupping your jaw as his thumb pulled at your lower lip. “Haven’t had this pretty mouth around me in so long.”

You smiled up at him, your hands starting to push his jeans down his thighs as you lowered your head, your nose running down the front of his body. But before you could pull down his boxers, his phone went off from its place inside the pocket of his jeans, the sound completely breaking through the moment. 

Jax grunted in annoyance, and he saw a similar expression flash across your face as he reached down and grabbed his phone. “Hold that thought,” he muttered, bringing his phone up to his ear. “Yeah?”

It was Chibs. “Jackie boy, you need to get your ass to the clubhouse now. We’ve been lookin’ for ya. Got some trouble with that escort friend of yours,” he said, and Jax let out a deep sigh. 

“Fuck, now?” he asked, and when Chibs not so politely confirmed that he needed to go now, Jax’s shoulders dropped. “I’ll be there in ten.”

He shoved his phone into his pocket, then pulled his jeans back up, an annoyed scowl on his face since he’d been so close to feeling your mouth around him again. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to possibly get control over his rock-hard cock by the time he reached the clubhouse. 

Jax gave you an apologetic, half smile as he reached out and held your chin between two fingers. “I gotta go, doll. Club shit I gotta handle,” he said, his thumb running along your lower lip that was still puffy. “Rain check on this pretty mouth?”

You were visibly disappointed, but you nodded. “Yeah, okay,”

He leaned in and kissed you deeply, needing something to hold him over until the next time you and he are alone, and he wanted to still be able to taste you on his lips when he inevitably had to jerk off later when he got home. 

Your eyes remained closed for a few extra seconds when he pulled away, and he gently bumped his nose against yours. “I’ll text you later,” he said, and you nodded again before pulling away and reaching for your sweats. 

“Be safe, wherever you’re going,” you said as you pulled them back up your legs. 

Jax smirked at you as he grabbed his sunglasses and slid them over his eyes. “Always am, doll,” he said, and you rolled your eyes but smiled back at him before he left your house with an impossible to ignore, raging hard-on.

-

Jax sat up quickly on your bed, his eyes wide as he watched you slowly stand back up. “What? When?” he asked, shaking his head as he stood up as well. “What the fuck are you- what are you talkin’ about?”

You weakly shrugged, avoiding his eyes as you looked down at the floor. “Maybe the day after tomorrow? I want to help him get settled back home,” you said then looked over at him, and you must’ve seen the look of pure disbelief on his face as a look of guilt started to form on yours. “I came back for my dad, Jax. And he’s all better now. There’s nothing else keeping me here.”

But Jax just shook his head again. “That’s bullshit. That’s bullshit, and you fuckin’ know it,” he said, reaching out to grab onto your elbows, his touch firm but not rough. “What about us? We still need to figure out this thing between us. You can’t just leave without talkin’ about it with me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, lifting one hand up and cradling your forehead. “There should’ve never been an us again, Jax,” you mumbled, “I don’t regret… reconnecting with you, but we should’ve slowed it down. We shouldn’t have gone as far as we did, because now it’s just going to hurt all over again when I leave.”

Jax wrapped his hand around your wrist, his fingers sliding down to lace with yours as he gave you a desperate squeeze. “You didn’t think that a few days ago. I know you didn’t. You seemed more than ready to stay here a few days ago,” he pointed out, feeling his face heat up and his eyes starting to sting, but he tried his best to push that all back down. “Don’t let what happened between Tara and I drive you away again. I need you. I need you here with me. Please, don’t let my mistake be what takes you away from me for good.”

Your gaze softened at that, and you shook your head slowly. “It’s not just about that, Jax,” you said, looking down at your joined hands. “Yeah, finding out about you and Tara… that really fucking sucked. But it’s not just about you and her.”

Jax’s brows furrowed, and he shook his own head. “What else is it about?”

Your eyes flickered up to his, and you gave him a miserable shrug. “Everything happened so fast. You and I went right back to how we were before, and it almost felt like nothing had changed and like I’d been here the whole time,” you said quietly, sniffling afterwards. “And then Tara told me that you and her were together… or you were trying to be together, and it made me feel all possessive and angry and crazy-”

“That’s not true,” Jax said as his hand tightened around yours, and he felt the anger from before starting to come back, but it wasn’t directed at you. Of course Tara had put it into your head that they’d been anything but mere fuck buddies. After finding out all the shit that went on during yours and hers friendship, it wasn’t a surprise that she’d tried to make you think he’d felt anything real towards her. “Her and I were just messin’ around. It was never serious for me, and it was never goin’ to go anywhere.”

But you just pulled your hand away, shaking your head again. “That doesn’t matter, Jax,” you said, sounding so defeated as you took a few steps away from him and ran your hands down your face. “We both just jumped straight into where we left things, we never really had a chance to talk about it before we were in too deep. This isn’t my home anymore, Jax. My life isn’t here anymore. Yours is, and I hate knowing that the second you found someone else to possibly spend your life with, I came back and ruined everything for you.”

“You didn’t ruin everythin’,” he insisted, prepared to get down on his knees and fucking beg you if he needed to. “And I was prepared to live the rest of my life thinkin’ I could never love someone like I love you ever again. Then you came back, and you proved me right.” He moved closer to you, his hands coming up to frame your face, and when you tried to look away, he angled your head back until your eyes met his, and tears had gathered in your waterlines, mirroring the ones in his. 

“You’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I knew that fifteen fuckin’ years ago,” he promised, eyes narrowing as he stroked his thumbs along your cheeks. “I was never going to settle down with Tara. I don’t know what she told you, but she was never even an option. The only girl I want to be with is you. Nothing’s changed for me from eight years ago. You bein’ here now only proved that.”

Your hands came up to wrap around his wrists, and for a few short seconds you leaned into his touch, but then you were pulling back. “I can’t,” you whispered, and it was then when the tears started falling down your cheeks, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. “I think you should go.”

Jax felt his heart break even more, and his chest physically hurt, like his heart was trying to push its way out of his body so it could be safe with you. “Doll,” he said, moving towards you, “Babe.”

“I need you to go, Jax,” you said a little louder, but you were on the verge of breaking down. That much was obvious by the way your voice wavered, and the way you were trying to blink away more tears. “Please.”

He hated knowing that he was leaving you to cry by yourself, but you asked him to, and he wasn’t going to go against your wants now, especially after all the shit that’s happened in such a short amount of time.

So, wordlessly, Jax retrieved his clothes and pulled them back onto his body, the walk of shame he was about to do making him feel ten times worse. Once he was dressed, he walked over to you, and thankfully you didn’t push him away when he placed one hand on the back of your head. He leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, hoping like fuck that this isn’t the last time he’d ever get to kiss you or touch you. 

Then he pulled back and gave you one final look before turning and taking the same route you and he took not even half an hour ago, this time all by himself while you cried by yourself in your room. 

-

You spent the rest of the afternoon, and most of the evening, crying yesterday while trying to pack your bag through blurry vision. 

Your crash back down to earth was painful, and it was brutal, and everything you swore to yourself you’d never go through again, but here you are. You’d lost Jax Teller all over again, and this time it felt like it was completely your fault. 

Things had been damn near fucking perfect, then they were ripped away and shattered with a single conversation with the one person you never thought you’d let hurt you again, but once again, here you are. 

You had no idea how much of what Tara said was true, especially since Jax had sworn that she was full of it when you mentioned her saying that things were very close to becoming official between them. 

Yes, you probably could’ve found out a lot more things and have had a clearer head today because of it had you let Jax stay and explain everything, but it was all just too much at once. You and he had become so serious again so quickly, you barely had time to sit back and think about what this would mean for the two of you going forward, and then you’d become so upset after your run in with Tara, you weren’t sure if you even wanted to have that conversation. 

And on top of that, your dad was better, and he was able to go home today. 

So you cleaned yourself up, showered, then made your way to the hospital so you could be there when he gets checked out. 

You were a little more cautious now at the hospital, constantly looking around to make sure Tara wasn’t anywhere near you, because she was a big reason why yours and Jax’s bubble of bliss was rudely popped, though not the only reason, which you kind of hated. 

It’d be so much easier if she were to blame for everything, but she unfortunately wasn’t. 

As it seems, luck wasn’t on your side today, because your mom had started gathering up your dad’s things from his room, and she’d asked if you could check him out while she got everything organized.

At the nurse’s station, you were given a clipboard to sign out, as well as a list of medication your dad would need to take every day for the rest of his life. As you were thanking the girl behind the desk, you felt her before you saw her.  

She was like a dark cloud as she stood behind you, and you refused to look at her until she spoke up. “You ruined everything,” Tara said, sounding so sure of herself, you had no choice but to turn around and face her. 

“What?” 

Tara narrowed her eyes, arms coming up to cross over her chest. “You just had to come back home, didn’t you? Things were good before you came back. Jax and I were finally getting somewhere, then you show up and he forgets all about me,” she said, as if your dad getting sick and you wanting to be there for him had some sort of ulterior motives attached to it. “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

You squinted at her, facing her fully as you stood a little straighter. “Do you hear yourself right now? You sound crazy,” you said, “Me coming back had nothing to do with you or Jax, it was for my dad. I didn’t know things would go as far as they did, let alone so quickly. But that’s not my fault. It’s not anyone’s fault. You were clearly trying to rush something with Jax that he wasn’t ready for, and he and I ended up finding our way back to each other. It had nothing to do with you. Quit blaming me for your life not turning out the way you want it to, Tara. It’s getting to be really pathetic.”

She laughed, but you could tell your words had a certain affect on her as she clenched her jaw before swallowing harshly. “I’m the pathetic one? Really? You’re the one who thinks Jax will chase after you when you leave again, when he’ll always be here, with me,” she stated, “Jax doesn’t chase after anyone, especially someone who has left him once before. It’ll actually be easier this time, I bet. Only now I won’t have to wait so long to get him. I’m sure I’ll be back in his bed the day after you leave. Maybe even the same day.”

You never thought about the fact that she and Jax probably had sex multiple times in his bed - the same bed you’d spent an incredible night in not too long ago, and the bed you’d already grown very fond of. 

It was hard enough to think about the other women who have slept in his bed, but to think that Tara did was just too much, because you knew that was all she ever wanted, and it was just another thing for her to rub in your face. 

It made your skin crawl, and that sick, heavy feeling of jealousy started to crawl its way back up your body, threatening to give you that final push that would have you lashing out in a matter of seconds. 

Punching a doctor isn’t such a bad idea now, since your dad was already checked out. But you’d probably get arrested and charged since you would’ve been the one to start it, and there were countless witnesses around to prove that.

Still, she’d pushed you too far once again, and her face has never looked so punchable until now. 

Fuck it. You don’t really have anything else to lose at this point. 

But just as you lifted your arm and started to move towards her, an all too familiar hand wrapped around your elbow, and you were pulled back into a chest that was so achingly familiar too. 

The scent of leather, smoke and something that was all Jax filled your senses as he held you against his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other one smoothed up and down your back. “It’s not worth it, baby,” he murmured, his voice sounding so deep as he brushed his lips along the shell of your ear, and you were desperate to keep hearing it. “She’s not worth it.”

That had the tears coming back almost instantly, and you clung onto the sides of his kutte as you buried your face in his chest. 

“Jax,” you heard Tara’s surprised voice, and you felt it when his hold on you tightened. “I was just-”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, and you would’ve let out a laugh at the deserving words if you weren’t on the verge of breaking down right there in the middle of the hospital. “Walk away, Tara. You don’t get to keep fillin’ her head with lies and any other bullshit you think she needs to hear.”

It was silent for a few seconds, then you heard a set of footsteps starting to walk away, but Jax’s chest vibrated as he called out to her one last time, 

“And you and I both know you’ve never been in my bed, and you never will,”

That had your head lifting, and you turned it to look over your shoulder so you could watch the flush form on Tara’s face, the obvious result of her being caught in a lie, before she quickly made her way down the hall. 

“Thank fuck,” you breathed, squeezing your eyes shut as you buried your face in Jax’s chest once again, breathing him in and letting his scent ground you and keep you under control. You were beyond glad to know that Tara lied about sleeping in his bed, because that seemed to be your final breaking point for some reason, and you already started to feel a little better. 

“Jax,” you said when you started to pull away, but he pulled you back, seemingly unable to let you go right now. 

“I know, I have no business bein’ here,” he said, smoothing his big hand down the back of your head, and just that alone made you feel so safe and protected. “I just needed to see you, and when I stopped by your dad’s room and he told me you were checkin’ him out, I… fuck, I haven’t felt that shitty in a long time, doll.”

Your eyes stung with more tears, and when you pulled back again, he let you, his hands moving to cradle your face. 

“I know you’re goin’ back. I know you’re leavin’ me again,” he said, his thumbs brushing along the skin under your eyes. “You have a life away from me, I get that. But I love you. You’re the only person I’ve ever loved, and I want everythin’ with you. I… fuck, I want to marry you, start a family with you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to do all that shit with.”

A heavy feeling was starting to weigh down on you, and you weren’t sure why. Jax had just told you everything you’d been dying to hear for years, and you were definitely happy about that, but your head was still a jumbled mess, and you were desperately trying to make sense of everything. 

Before you could get stuck in your own head again, Jax brought you back by leaning in and kissing your forehead, his lips brushing against your skin. “I should’ve gone with you. I should’ve gone with you to New York. I should’ve never let us spend so many years apart,” he whispered, and you felt your heart skip multiple beats inside your chest. “You’ve always been it for me, and I should’ve fought harder for you.”

And somehow, that weight from before completely lifted, and your lips parted as you looked up at him, but you couldn’t find a single word to say to him that would impact him as much as what he just said impacted you. 

So you pressed your cheek against the front of his kutte, and you wrapped your arms around his body. Jax held you just as tightly, his face burying in your neck as you finally felt yourself relax for the first time in days, and the tears that were making their way down your face weren’t because you were sad and angry, but because you were happy and relieved and you felt loved. 

You felt safe and protected, and you’d only ever felt that with Jax. 

He’d pretty much just told you that he would’ve given up the club, his life here, his status as VP, and his future Presidency, all to be with you, and all so you and he never had to spend more than a day away from each other. 

That told you everything you needed to know, and it left you feeling lighter than you had in weeks. 

The moment didn’t last long, because you heard the sound of your dad’s voice nearing the nurse’s station, and you pulled away from Jax, wiping at your eyes. “My dad,” you mumbled, clearing your throat. “I need to get him home.”

Jax nodded, his hand sliding down to your lower back, and when you looked up at him, you could see in his eyes that he wanted to say something. Maybe he wanted to ask where things go from here, or ask if you could continue this at a better time, or maybe he even wanted to beg you to stay. 

But he didn’t say a thing, because he had never pressured you once in all the years you’ve known him, so why would he start now? 

You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and you could feel the way his hand pressed against your back more firmly, almost like he had to force himself back and not deepen it.

“We’ll talk later, okay?” you promised, and Jax nodded again. 

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before you stepped away, and just as you did, your parents rounded the corner. Your dad looked so much better, and your mom was as happy as ever next to him, her body tucked against his side. 

Your dad’s eyes flickered from you, then behind you at Jax, then back to you. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, giving him a small smile. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you said, then you helped your mom guide your dad, who was still a little weak, out to the car, where you focused all your attention onto them, because there was no rush now. 

There would be time to talk later.

-

Jax remembered the very first time he watched you pack your things for your big move to New York. 

He was sitting on your bed, similar to the way he is now, and he was so fucking pissed off as he watched you put your clothes and books and pictures into the various bags and suitcases you had scattered around your room. 

He was in his twenties at the time, mad and annoyed that you were going off to pursue something that would turn out to be so fucking good for you, and all while you were packing your things, he was trying to think of a way to keep you here. But he couldn’t force you back then, and he can’t force you now. 

Jax is in his thirties now, once again on your bed as he watched you pick up your clothes and fold them neatly in your suitcase that was open on the end of the bed. Unlike how he felt back then, mad at the world, he was quite content right now as he leaned back against your pillows on the queen sized bed he was surprised you were actually able to fit in your room. 

He watched as you bent down to grab your collection of books from off the bottom self of the bookcase tucked in the corner, and the hem of his shirt you wore lifted up, giving him an unfair and teasing glimpse of the panties you were wearing - the same ones he took off of you just over an hour ago. 

Jax smirked, propping his hands behind his head. “I can get used to this,”

You stood up straight, lifting a brow as you put the books in a cardboard box you’d brought back with you. “I thought you came with me so you could help me pack up all my stuff,” you pointed out as you moved back over to the shelf. 

“Nah, I came to see what was so good about the place that kept you away from me for so long,” he said, looking around your bedroom that was equally as small as the rest of your apartment. “I don’t see one single picture of me in here.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you tucked your notebooks and old textbooks into the box as well, then you set it aside to be taped down later. “Yeah, because I spent most of my time here trying to get over you,” you replied, walking around the bed so you were a little closer to him. “It would’ve been even harder to do that if I had a picture of you to come home to every day. That would’ve made it impossible for me to move on.”

Jax lifted a brow, sitting up straighter so the sheets fell around his hips. “Yeah? And how’d that work out for you in the end?” he asked, reaching for your hand. 

You pursed your lips and shrugged. “Not very well,”

Jax smirked up at you, “That’s what I thought,” he said, tugging on your hand and pulling you onto the bed with him so you were straddling his lap. 

Your hands came to rest on his bare shoulders while his grabbed onto your waist, and you let out a soft groan. “I can’t believe I’m moving back to Charming,” you whined, “What the hell am I supposed to do there?”

“Be with me,” Jax answered, giving you a shrug. He laughed when you gave him an unimpressed look, and his hands moved to your thighs that were bracketed at his hips. “You could do what you did here. Shit happens all the time in Charming, you’d never run out of things to report.”

You let out a laugh, then lifted a brow. “I can’t be a reporter because you and the club would be in the news all the time. I’d prefer to not expose all the illegal shit my boyfriend and his club do every day,” 

Jax hummed, nodding. “Good point,” his hands ran up and down your smooth skin as he thought of something else. “You studied Law. Why don’t you do somethin’ with that?” he suggested, “You could make a lot bein’ a lawyer, especially in Charming. You’d look hot too.”

A scoff mixed with a laugh left your lips, but he could see the way you were actually thinking it over. “I can’t be your lawyer, since, well, you know. And I don’t think I could be any of the club’s lawyer either since I’m too close to them,” you thought out loud. “But I could be someone’s lawyer. And I can offer you all the legal advice you won’t bother listening to until it’s too late.”

“See? You’ve already got everythin’ all figured out,” he said, giving you a teasing grin as he leaned in and started pressing kisses along your neck. “That gives us time to do more of this.”

You laughed, placing your palm over his peony tattoo as you tipped your head back. “We can’t, Jax,” you whined, but didn’t stop him when he started to lift his shirt up your body. “I’m never going to finish packing if you keep distracting me with sex.”

Jax lifted his head and looked at you, an accusing look in his eyes. “You didn’t seem to mind when I made you cum three times an hour ago,” he grinned, pulling the shirt off you completely and tossing it aside. His hands smoothed up your back, and he pulled you close so your bare chest was pressed against his. “C’mon, babe. One more time, then I’ll start helpin’ you pack. Promise.”

You gave him a look that told him you didn’t believe him, and you were right about that since one round almost always turned into two, and then after you’re both too tired to do anything but lay in each other’s arms. 

Still, your resistance faded completely as you leaned in and kissed him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His hands slid up your back, his right hand covering the crow on your shoulder as he kissed you a little harder. 

Through the closed window, the sounds of traffic and people honking cut through the silence, and Jax groaned against your mouth. “Fuck, I hate New York,”

You smiled against his lips, “One more time, then you can take me back home,” you said, and that had Jax tightening his hold on you as he rolled you onto your back, his body slotting perfectly between your thighs as he leaned in and kissed you. 

“I love you,” he muttered against your mouth. 

Your hands slid up his back, your nails gently scratching along his skin. “I love you,” you said back, then leaned up and kissed him again.

He was all too ready to take you away from this place and back home, where it felt like you always belonged with him. But he wasn’t going to rush things, because it was clear to both of you now that you’d be with each other for the rest of your lives, and today was just the beginning of forever for the two of you.

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I can’t believe this series is over!!! I’m so sad but so happy with how it turned out, and I hope you are too. It is safe to now say that these two ended up back together and happier than ever, and may even make a reappearance sometime in the future if inspiration strikes. 

Thank you so much for reading x

Beds are normally for sleeping in, but that was something you and Jax hadn’t been doing much of since you got here yesterday evening. 

Sure, you and he slept through the night, but only after you had sex two more times, fully ensuring that you and he had no energy left for a fourth round. But it was the morning now, and as soon as the sun started to creep in through the curtains, you were up, and so was Jax. 

At least a part of him was. And that part was all too eager to pick up right where you left off earlier this morning when the sun wasn’t up and everyone else in Charming had gone to sleep. 

The sheets were tangled on the bed, you and Jax preferring to find warmth in each other’s bodies rather than the actual comforter. You and he never did redress last night, both of you far too tired and worn out to bother putting anything on before you passed out in each other’s arms. 

With that being said, sleeping naked also made it very easy for you and he to feel one another up until neither of you could take it anymore, and Jax ended up on his back with you on top of him. 

The sun was barely slipping through the curtains, making his bedroom appear somewhat dark as you looked down at him, but you could see him perfectly. His body was deliciously bare, his features still a little plagued with sleep as he stared back up at you, his lips curled in the softest, sexiest grin you’d ever seen in your life. 

You were powerless to stop the way your own lips curved upwards to match it, your brows drawn together in a furrow as you worked yourself up and down on his lap, his cock once again buried to the hilt inside you and making you feel complete in a way you’d never felt with anyone else before. 

Your hands were on his chest, your nails gently scratching along his skin that was already red and a little irritated from the rounds before this one, but he didn’t seem to mind one single bit, and the sight of your marks on him was too pretty to stop. 

His head was back on the pillow, his own hands tightly grabbing your hips as you rolled your body against his. Low, deep groans left his mouth as he watched you, and you could almost see every single emotion in his eyes. Need, desire, adoration, love. 

That last one had you feeling like the only girl in the world, let alone the only girl in Charming. 

“Goddamn, baby,” he grunted, and his eyes flickered downward to watch him disappear inside you over and over. 

You laughed under your breath, loving that you still had the same affect on him now that you did when you were younger. You lifted yourself up just barely before moving back down, this time being a lot slower than the others before it. “I missed this,” you moaned, remembering all the times you and he started your day like this. You used to have morning sex all the time to start your days off right, and this felt exactly like that. Leaning down, you pressed your forehead to his, your lips brushing against his own. “Feels so good.”

He groaned, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist as he bucked his hips upwards. One of his hands slid up the length of your back before tangling in your hair, and he pulled you into a deep kiss. “So fuckin’ good,” he muttered harshly against your mouth, his hand sliding from your hip to your ass as he pulled you harder against his body. “Missed you so fuckin’ much, baby.”

You whined against his mouth, your body still stretching around him despite this being the fourth time you’ve had sex in the last ten hours. Your hands moved up to his face, your fingers softly scratching at his stubbled cheeks as you kissed him harder, your movements speeding up. 

“Oh, God,” you moaned against his mouth, rolling your hips faster against his as you lost yourself in everything that was him. “Fuck, Jax.”

He kissed you back just as messily and with as much need as you poured into it, the sound lost to his bedroom as he thrust up against you. “Shit, just like that. Goddamn, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he grunted, pulling away from your mouth as his head dropped back against the pillows once more. “I’m gonna cum.” he mumbled, sliding one hand between yours and his bodies until he found your clit, and he seemed to remember just how to touch you to make you fall apart. 

Your hands slid up into his hair, and you pulled on it as you tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth, feeling your own release creeping up on you. “Me too,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as a choked moan left your mouth, then you were there. 

It was just as intense as the other four times you’ve reached your high since you got here, and just as intense as it’s always been with him. 

Jax let out a loud grunt as he pulled you flush against his chest, his arm circling around you and making you feel protected as he got there as well. He came hard, filling you up in a way that made you really fucking glad you were on birth control. You were pretty sure he’d have knocked you up by now if you weren’t. 

He held you close, one hand still tangled in your hair as he pressed kisses all over your face; your lips, your cheeks, your nose. A few seconds passed before you felt him relax under you once more, his body going limp against the bed.

Your breaths were uneven and heavy as you stayed on top of him, cuddling against his warm and slightly sticky body. Once you had regained control over your breathing, you propped your chin on his chest and grinned up at him. “I think I’ve had more sex in the last twenty four hours than I have in the last eight years.”

Jax laughed breathlessly, his lips curling in a satisfied smirk. “Could be like this every day, you know,”

You lifted a brow, “One day at a time,”

Jax just smirked at you. “Well, we got a lotta time to make up for,” he said, placing one big hand on your lower back as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Eight years is a hell of a long time to go without that sweet pussy.”

You let out a laugh at his words, dirty as ever even after the deed has been done, but that was just Jax. “You’re telling me,” you smirked, shifting your hips just slightly and making him groan and press his hand harder against your back. “You’ve still got the best dick I’ve ever gotten the pleasure of experiencing. Way better than the guys in New York.”

There was a possibility that your choice of words would bring out his possessive side, and when you felt the deep rumble in his chest against your own and his hand slide down to grab your ass, your smirk grew. You were quite fond of that side of him. 

“No more talkin’ about those fuckin’ losers, alright?” he grunted, dipping his head down to pepper kisses along your shoulder. “They don’t matter anymore.”

You hummed, nodding in agreement as you trailed your fingers along the flower above his pec. “They never mattered,” you corrected, and you felt Jax smirk against your skin. 

“That’s my girl,” he muttered, and you weren’t lost on the fact that he’d called you that more than once now since you and he reconnected. You liked it when he called you that. 

He gently guided your body off his, then stood up from the bed in all his naked glory. Your eyes trailed over his various scars and tattoos, then dipped down to his abs. God, his body was beautiful. He’s beautiful. How did you ever make it without him?

Jax held his hand out to you, and you all too willingly grabbed onto it and let him pull you up as well. His arms band around your waist and pull your body against his, his lips finding yours in a lingering kiss. “You goin’ to the hospital today?” he asked, and you nodded slowly, still feeling the effects of his kiss. “You want a ride there?”

You nodded again, draping your arms around his neck. “Please,” you murmured, “I may or may not have purposely gotten a lift here so you’d have to drive me places.”

Jax shook his head slowly, one hand coming up to cradle your jaw. “Figured as much,” he muttered, smirking down at you. “You’re still real fuckin’ sneaky, doll.”

You shrugged innocently, “You love it,”

He nodded at that, his thumb pulling at your lower lip. “I do,” he agreed, and suddenly your heart was crawling up your throat. But he didn’t say more than that, thankfully. You were sure you were about to burst from all the feelings he was making bubble up inside you. “C’mon. We can shower first.”

And you let him take your hand and pull you along with him to the bathroom, where you and he let your bodies do all the speaking for you, the both of you too scared to say what you were feeling with your words. 

It took you an hour later to arrive at the hospital, you and Jax seemingly unable to tear yourselves apart until he got a call from Bobby with some club business he couldn’t ignore, and you really wanted to check in on your dad since the last time you saw him he was looking a little better. 

Jax walked you all the way to your dad’s room, and out in the hall, he cradled your face in his hands and kissed you so sweetly, you were left wanting more. After he pressed one final kiss to your forehead, he pulled away and went back the way you both came, and you were so fucking happy, you couldn’t hide the smile on your face if you tried. 

That was when you saw Tara at the same vending machine you’d run into her in front of before, clad in her scrubs, and your smile faded a bit, but it was still very much on your face as she took a few steps towards you. “Looks like you and Teller are getting close again,” she observed, and your smile faded even more as you shrugged your shoulders, unsure of why she always needed to stick her nose in other people’s business. “Almost seems like nothing’s changed.” 

You looked away for a few seconds, your shoulder lifting in another shrug. “Yeah, I guess so,”

Tara took another step towards you, her arms coming up to cross over her chest. “But things have changed,”

You weren’t sure where she was trying to go with this, but you’re in a good mood, and you weren’t about to let her dampen it, so you let out a sigh and shifted on your feet, ready to put an end to the conversation already. “Yeah, I mean, obviously things have changed since I moved-”

“No I meant between him and I,” she cut you off, and it was pretty damn effective. 

Your head tilted a bit as you crossed your own arms, your way of almost shielding yourself, because your heart was suddenly beating a little faster, and you didn’t like the feeling that was crawling up the back of your throat. “What are you talking about, Tara?”

You watched as her lips curved upwards in a faint smirk, her fingers flexing against her biceps. “Jax and I were together,” she says, narrowing her eyes at you. “Like, we were seeing each other before you came back.”

Your whole body tensed up at that, and your jaw clenched. There was no way she was telling the truth. No fucking way. She was lying and just trying to fuck with you, like she had been adamant on doing throughout the entire last year you and her were friends, as well as for long as you both were in Charming until she moved to Chicago a few years before you moved to New York. 

“Yeah,” you let out a short laugh and nodded your head, “Okay.” 

“No, I’m serious,” she said, her voice lacking the usual high pitch it has whenever she’s lying. You really hoped she was able to get control over that, because you were beginning to have a horrible feeling weighing down on you, and you didn’t want to even acknowledge the fact that she might be telling the truth, let alone believe it. “Things were getting serious before you got involved again.”

“I didn’t get involved-”

“Yeah, you did. You came back and now he’s all over you again,” she said, coming up to you so she was almost in your face. 

How Jax being all over you was your fault, you’ll never know, but it wasn’t like you forced him to. You both were clearly still very much interested in each other, not that that was anyone else’s business but yours and his. 

“But when you leave again, and you’re going to leave again, because after all, this isn’t your home anymore, he’ll come back to me. It’s all he knows now,” she shrugged as if that was a fact and not just something she strongly believed. “And I know him better than you do now.”

That had your brows raising, and you let out a scoff as you took a step away from her, not necessarily backing down but not wanting to get thrown out of the hospital for decking one of the doctors either. 

She was just trying to get a reaction out of you. She had this whole thing planned out from the first day you saw her and she asked you about Jax. 

You felt sick now as your face heated up, because the thought of him with anyone was a hard thing to imagine, but to imagine him with Tara of all people was even worse. 

Did Jax really do that? Mess around with Tara? Even though he knew you and her were once extremely close? It was almost too much to think about. 

“I don’t know why you’re telling me this now. Jax and I weren’t together when you and he apparently were,” even just saying that made you feel sick, and you had to take a second to swallow before you continued, “I have no say in what he does or who he sees.”

Tara let out a humorless laugh, one full of pity, and it made you wince. “Aw, you’re putting on a brave face. That’s sweet. You can have him for now, and you two can continue playing house or whatever it is you’re doing,” she said, and you hated the fact that she was talking about him like that. Like he was just someone to be passed around when he’s your everything, and he always has been. “But he’ll come back to me soon enough. And when you’re back in New York and missing him, just know he’ll be very happy here with me. He won’t even have time to miss you back.”

Your face felt like it was on fire, and your eyes were stinging despite you willing yourself to not cry in front of her. She did not deserve to see firsthand how deeply her words were cutting you right now, and you refused to fuel her anymore than you already have. “You’re quite confident about that. Or is it just wishful thinking?” you asked, forcing your voice to not shake as you stood a little straighter. 

But Tara just pursed her lips, giving you another sly smirk. “We were going to make it official before you came back,” 

That hit you harder than you wanted to admit, and you swallowed once again as you nodded. “Well, don’t let me get in the way of true love,” you placed your hand over your heart, feeling the fast, harsh beating against your palm that you could also feel in your ears. “I’m sure you two will make it in the end.”

Her smirk only grew. “That’s the plan,” 

You shook your head and turned away, pushing open the door to your dad’s room and stepping inside. When you saw him lying in the bed, his hand holding tightly onto your mom’s, you felt your eyes sting even more, and of course your mom clocked it. 

“You alright, honey?” she asked as she stood up from the chair beside the bed and started walking towards you. 

Nodding your head quickly, you forced out a smile that was so unlike the one you had with Jax out in the hall not even five minutes ago, and when she wrapped her arms around you in a hug, you practically melted against her. “I’m fine,” you said, squeezing her a little tighter than you normally do as you met your dad’s eyes from over her shoulder, and the hint of concern in his gaze made you feel even worse, because this was about him. 

You were here for him. You came back for him. You didn’t come back for Jax, and you didn’t come back to reignite the flame with your ex. You didn’t come back to have your heart broken all over again over something so preventable. 

Family. That’s what you were here for. And you needed to keep reminding yourself of that, because you let yourself get too attached again, and you let yourself get wrapped up in the life of Jax Teller all over again, when things with him always had an expiration date, and that date was closer than you thought it was. 

You had no right to be upset that he’d slept with other girls since you, and you didn’t even have a right to be upset that he’d found comfort in the arms of Tara. If she’d become his outlet, his person he turned to in his time of need, then that was fine. He was well within his rights to do that, and she was allowed to rub it in your face, because he’s a great guy, and he’s a great boyfriend. You knew that. 

But you are upset, because once upon a time she’d been your bestest and closest friend, and there was once a time where you’d do anything for her. But she’d always had it out for you, and she’d always had her eye on Jax. She saw the opportunity to have him as soon as you were out of the picture, and you could almost appreciate her dedication. But that didn’t mean it didn’t fucking hurt to know that she and Jax had been together like that, when you knew that was all she’d ever wanted, her friendship with you be damned. And apparently they were going to be official before you came back.

He was a big reason yours and her friendship ended, for fucks sake, but he didn’t know that. But Tara did. And she knew it would hurt you to have him like that, and it would benefit her in more ways than one. The thought of him touching her, kissing her, fucking her made your skin crawl, and you weren’t sure how you were supposed to face him after finding out he’d done all those things to her. 

She got what she wanted, and in the end, you’d lost him once again, and it seemed like both times it was all your fault.

But you weren’t going to let yourself spiral in the way you did when things ended the first time. You were a wreck for years, never having fully healed from the wound he’d left in your heart, and you refused to go back down that road. 

One day at a time. See where things go. 

Well, things went, and you hated where you and he ended up. But you weren’t going to let yourself fall back into the rut you’d been in for the majority of your time away from him and away from Charming. 

You and he hadn’t completely fallen back into your routine, though you came really fucking close. This time you weren’t all the way in, and this time it wouldn’t hurt as much. 

At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. 

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It had been just over six hours since Jax dropped you off at the hospital, and he could still smell you on his clothes, and he could still feel you against his lips and body. 

Of course you left a lasting impact on him whenever you and he parted ways, and it felt like he’d been carrying you around with him all day as he handled the club shit and the business shit with Nero. 

Things had settled down a bit with the club, and Jax was left not wanting to go home without having you there with him. You’d only stayed over for one night, and it already felt like you’d been doing it since he bought the house. He wanted to spend all his nights there with you, because it already felt like you belonged there with him. 

That was a scary territory to be in right now, but he couldn’t help himself. He wants you, and not a single day has gone by in which he didn’t. You’d always been the girl for him. 

Instead of going home by himself, he called you to ask if you would spend the night again, because he was little too eager to pick up where you and he left off this morning at the hospital, and he wanted to do everything you and he did last night all over again; dinner, dessert and then hours of slow, unrushed sex before ending the day with you in his arms. 

But you didn’t answer his call, and when he checked his messages with you, he saw that you didn’t reply to his earlier texts either. When he tried to call you again, it went straight to voicemail, and he was left listening to your sweet voice asking him to leave you a message. 

It felt weird to just show up at the hospital because he couldn’t get a hold of you or hadn’t heard from you in a couple of hours. You were probably just busy with your family, but then again, Jax recalls hearing both your mom and dad refer to him as family, so would it really be a big deal if he were to swing by?

Fuck it. 

It was close to seven when he entered the hospital, too late to make an actual dinner at home, but the perfect time for a quick take-out pick up on the way home, if you were willing to spend the night at his house again. He really hoped you were. 

The route to your dad’s room was already becoming a familiar one, and when he turned and poked his head into the room, he watched your mom perk up from her place in the chair next to yours. 

“Jax,” she greeted him, standing up and beckoning him over with a wave of her hand. As he entered the room, his eyes instinctively darted over to you, and he could see the way you almost seemed to have tensed up when you saw him. 

It was almost like you didn’t want him here, or maybe he was just reading into it too much. He’d always been able to read you extremely well, but maybe he was wrong in thinking that the look in your eyes was one of disappointment at seeing him instead of excitement. 

“Oh, it’s so good to see you,” your mom said as she pulled him into a hug, and Jax hugged her back as he kept his eyes fixated on you. “I’ve heard that you two might have rekindled some old flames.” she said, and both you and Jax looked over at your dad, who just quickly looked away and became very interested in a spot on the ceiling. 

“Dad,” you groaned, and it had the corners of Jax’s mouth turning upwards as he pulled away from your mom. Your dad just gave you a shrug as you shook your head. “That’s not what’s happening.”

“Hey, I didn’t agree to that,” Jax said as he moved over to you and stood behind your chair. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hand coming up to rest on your shoulder, and he could feel the way you tensed up again, and he furrowed his brows as he pulled back and looked down at you. “I tried callin’ you earlier. Everythin’ okay?”

You nodded quickly, giving him a tight lipped smile. “I must’ve not heard my phone. Sorry,” you said, and Jax instantly noted the distant look in your eyes, and the way you only looked at him for maybe three seconds before breaking eye contact and looking away. 

A brief silence passed before your mom spoke up again. “Well, I was just heading out to go grab some food from the cafeteria,” she said and gestured for Jax to sit in the chair she was in a few seconds ago. “Can I bring you back anything?”

Jax shook his head, fighting off a grin as he moved to sit down next to you, propping his elbow up on the armrest. “I’m good,” he said, rubbing his index finger along his chin as he looked over at your dad. “The food here ain’t exactly my favorite.”

Your dad made a face of disgust as he nodded in agreement. “Oh, I know. It’s disgusting, but supposedly healthy, so I’ll take it,” your mom said, reaching for her purse. “Maybe it’ll help me knock off a few pounds.”

“Not needed,” Jax said, giving her a wink that had her waving him off as she left the room, then his eyes darted back to your father who looked at him with accusing eyes. 

“Are you trying to flirt with my lady, Jackson?” he asked, but there was humor laced in his voice. 

“No, sir,” Jax said, lifting his hands in a defensive gesture. “The only girl I’m interested in flirtin’ with is your daughter.” 

Your dad nodded at that, muttering ‘Good save’, but you didn’t laugh like Jax expected you to. You didn’t blush, didn’t groan, and now that he’s looking at you, he saw that you didn’t even move once he’d sat down next to you. 

He’d already gotten used to you touching him in some sort of way whenever he was near you, but you kept your hands to yourself, and he wanted to assume it was because your dad was right next to you, but he’s seen you and Jax do much worse than a little hand holding in a hospital room. 

Only when he stared at your side profile for a little longer did you lift your head, and you looked over at him with an unreadable expression on your face. “What are you doing here?” you asked, voice lacking its usual warmth and kindness. 

Jax shifted a bit, draping his arm around the back of your chair. “Just came to say hi,” he shot your dad a grin before he leaned in closer to you, dropping his volume slightly. “And to see if you were spendin’ the night again tonight.”

You moved back, looking away from him again. “I can’t. I need to be here for my dad,” you said, no offer of spending a different night with him following afterwards, and Jax furrowed his brows. 

“Oh, I’m fine, sweetheart,” your dad said, giving you both a smile as he gestured to the door. “Your mom is here, I’m all good.”

Jax looked over at you again as you avoided eye contact with him and instead stared down your father. “Yeah, well, she’s always here. I’m not,” you said, then looked down at your lap where your hands rested. “And I won’t be when you get better, so I should be here with you now.”

That had Jax’s heart stopping for a second, then clenching painfully in his chest, because he was not prepared to hear that at all. He wasn’t prepared to go back to living his life without you, and he wasn’t prepared to let you go all over again. 

He knew you had a life in New York, but he also knew you weren’t happy at all there, and the people you knew there sucked. He knew you and he still had a lot to talk about, and he was planning on giving a few convincing reasons and points as to why you should move back to Charming, but you were talking as if you were already set on going back without ever having that conversation with him. 

It made him tense up as he shifted in the chair even more, and he leaned over towards you. “Can we talk?” he asked, mentally preparing himself to have that conversation with you now instead of later, because he was not about to go back to living his life without you in it. He was not ready to lose you all over again.

But you just pulled away again. “Can it wait? I want to be here with my dad, Jax,”

A heavy feeling formed in his chest, and he knew then that something had happened in the hours you and he were away from each other today, but he didn’t know what. It was like something had flipped inside of you, and suddenly all you wanted was to be away from him now instead of being near him. 

He didn’t like that. At all. 

But he respected you way too fucking much to make you do anything you didn’t want to, and the last thing he wanted to do was pressure you and risk regressing the progress you and he had made so far even more than it felt like it already had. 

“Sure,” he said, moving to stand up. When you lifted your head and looked up at him, he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, trying to ignore the way his heart was screaming at him, and the fact that alarms were going off in his head. “I’ll call you later?” 

You just nodded, leaning back in the chair, looking to be relieved that he was leaving. What the fuck happened? “Okay,”

Jax stood up straight and shared a look with your dad, who gave him a smile that was half pity and half confusion, like he also sensed the switch in you, and also didn’t know what caused it. 

“I’ll see you later,” he said, moving around the bed as your father nodded. 

“See you later, son. Thanks for stopping by,” he said, and Jax gave you one final look before heading towards the door and stepping out into the hallway, where he leaned against the wall and ran his hands down his face. 

Seriously, what the fuck happened? You and he were fine a couple hours ago. You and he were fucking perfect a couple hours ago, what the hell could’ve happened in such a short period of time to make you act like that?

You were so closed off and distant and so unlike the sweet girl he’d dropped off earlier, it was like you and he didn’t spend one of the best nights he’d ever had  together last night. 

It didn’t make sense, and Jax felt his nerves starting to get the better of him, because something is definitely wrong, and he had no idea what it was. 

When he dropped his arms back down to his sides and pushed off of the wall, he felt someone’s eyes on him, and when he turned his head, he saw Tara looking at him from down the hall, and just before she walked into a room, he caught the faintest outline of a smirk on her lips, and he knew he had every reason to be feeling the way he currently is - if that look she gave him was anything to go by.

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