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A SOA FIC: I'm Yours, Are You Mine?	By : Pengwinn Category: S through Z > Sons of Anarchy Views: 10603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: I’m Yours, Are You Mine?
Summary: My vision of how Jax and Tara ended up together.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, don’t sue me, you won’t really get much if you do ^_-

The red letters on her alarm clock screamed at her from across the room. Three in the morning. School in four hours. If she wanted to use enough makeup to make this black eye disappear, she’d have to get up in two. If only he could stop screaming and smashing things long enough for her to get a little bit of sleep, she wouldn’t have to get up in an hour and a half to cover up the bags under her eyes too.

She sighed, giving up on sleep and rolling out of bed. Time to get in the shower, quietly get ready, and sneak out the window and get lost downtown for a while.

What the hell was she going to do for the next three hours?

*-*-*

As usual, she found herself at the cemetery, sitting in front of her mother’s grave. The sun was just starting to rise, and the orange glow cast itself around the cemetery grounds. She sighed, pulling up her hood and resting on the edge of her mother’s headstone, content to close her eyes for a few minutes.

“I didn’t think anyone else came here this early in the day.”

The sultry, gravelly voice was hard to mistake. Her eyes snapped open and she saw none other than Jackson Teller standing in front of her. She’d seen him around school often enough; she heard when his dad died last year, and she knew a few of his friends too. But Jackson and Tara ran in different crowds. More specifically, he had a crowd and she didn’t. And if he was anything like his reputation, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be a part of his crowd, either. She’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she had a crush on the blonde haired biker, though. “Or late at night, depending on the person.” She replied.

He smiled his trademark playboy smile at her from behind black sunglasses. “I suppose that’s true. So what’s got you up this early then, Ms. Knowles?”

Tara laughed. “Oh, just couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d come see my Mom.” The only real parent I had. Before the dark thought could reach her eyes she switched topics. “And what’s got you up so early, Mr. Teller?”

“Jax.” He smirked.

“Jax, then.”

“Same, couldn’t sleep. Like to come down here and think, see the old man.”

The two sat in silence for a minute. “Wanna go get something to eat?” She asked, unsure where the sudden bravery came from.

“Sure.” He reached out his hand to help her up and she grabbed it without thinking. Her sweatshirt sleeve had rolled up just enough to show the dark bruise forming on her wrist. She tried to cover it quickly but it was too late. His eyes flashed. “What was that?”

“No-nothing.” She stuttered, letting go of his hand. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer, inspecting her face and her neck. She prayed there was enough make up to cover the black eye.

“Tara, who did this to you?” His fingers ghosted over the bruising on her neck she’d forgotten to cover.

Tara closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath. “He doesn’t mean to. He doesn’t know his own strength.”

“Was it Hale?” He growled.

Tara was taken aback. “David? Wha-no! Why would you think David did this?”

“He’s your boyfriend, ain’t he?”

The look of pure jealousy in his eyes amazed her. Could it be that Jackson Teller found her attractive? Alluring, even? She willed the butterflies in her stomach to stop dancing for a second so she could focus on the conversation at hand. If she played this right she wouldn’t have to tell Jax anything substantial. “No, no. He’s just one of the only people that talks to me in school. We’re not dating…I don’t think of him that way, I have a - no.” She stammered. A blush rose to her cheeks as she realized what she had been about to voice.

“You have a what?” Jax asked, quirking an eyebrow and flashing a smirk at her. His hand was still wrapped around her waist, keeping her pinned to him. Her hands were up on his chest, keeping him an arm’s length away. He smelled of leather and cinnamon, and his scruffy blonde hair was falling in his face. She resisted the urge to brush it away from his eyes.

“Nothing, nothing. No, David didn’t do this to me. No, it was just an accident.”

Jax’s eyes flashed again. “Your Dad?” He asked. The look of pure shock on her face answered his question. “Everyone’s seen him stumbling around town, Tara. How many times has he done this to you?”

Tara sighed. “A few.” She lied. Jax quirked an eyebrow at her, clearly not believing her. “Okay, so a lot.” She sighed. “He doesn’t realize what he’s doing Jax. He doesn’t remember, and when he sees the…”She gulped. “When he sees the bruises he feels so terrible he doesn’t speak to me for days. He just gets…”

“Shit cocked and beats up on his teenage daughter.” Jax finished.

His face was so close to her, the grip on her waist was just starting to become painful. She’d forgotten about the bruises there, too. God, if he saw those, he’d start asking a whole slew of different questions…but why would Jackson Teller ever look at her hips? Would she want Jackson Teller to look at her hips? She must have winced because he loosened his grip and stared at her. “What?” She asked.

“Are there ones there too?”

His voice was softer, calmer. She sighed. “Yeah, there are.” She murmured. Why was she telling him this?

“Tara does he-“

“We should go, Jax.” She whispered. “Please don’t worry about me. You don’t know me, you don’t owe me anything.”

He smirked. “No, I don’t. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to though.”

She laughed at that, turning to walk out of the cemetery. He followed, sauntering next to her. “Sure, Jax Teller, resident womanizer, fawning over Tara Knowles, resident geek and loner.”

“Would that surprise you?” He asked, putting a hand on her arm and turning her to face him.

“I’m not your type, Jax.” Tara said, rolling her eyes.

“Maybe that’s what I need.” He pushed her up against a tree, her back bumping into the hard bark. Before she could catch her breath he’d pressed his lips against hers in a fiery, passionate kiss that made her knees go weak. Frozen for a second, she found herself kissing him back with such ferocity she surprised even herself. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his body closer to hers. He smiled against her lips. “Maybe it’s what you need too darling.”

She giggled, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what, it’s just…” She stumbled over her words.

He mashed their lips together again and tugged her hips close to him. She cried out in pain, trying to regain her composure. “We should go somewhere a little gentler, be careful with those bruises.”

*-*-*

She could barely believe where she was. In the SAMCRO clubhouse of all places, with Jackson Teller, of all people, in his bed, of all things. Her head hit the pillow with force, his body pressed down on top of her almost immediately afterwards.

She’d never felt anything like this before. It was electric. His fingers on her skin, it was like liquid heat was pouring out of them. Their tongues tangled in a delicious dance, her fingers twirling knots in his hair.

His hands expertly removed her shirt before she could protest, and that’s when he saw the bruises for real. Dark, fresh, and leading a trail right where he was headed. His hands drifted down, the bruises on her hips. He unzipped her jeans, pulled them down, and he saw the bruises on her thighs.

She shivered as he ghosted kisses over each and every one. “Jax,” She started, but he put a finger to her lips.

“It’s all right Tara.” He whispered. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“Jax, I’ve never-“ She swallowed. How did she get here? What were they doing? Her mouth was dry. “Just when-“ His eyes flashed again. Anger there, sadness. “Jax, I don’t want this if it’s just because you feel sorry for me.” She whispered.

He pulled off his shirt and grabbed a blanket to throw over them. “I have been thinking about doing this to you since the eighth grade, Tara. I don’t feel sorry for you, and I don’t want to be taking advantage of you, so if you don’t want this you have to stop me now or I won’t be able to stop at all.” He was kissing the place where her neck and shoulder met, and she whimpered at his touch.

“No, I don’t want you to stop…” She murmured.

“All right then, I’ll go slow.” Every touch made her shiver. He ran his hands over her breasts, through the black lace bra she was wearing, and she moaned in her throat. He laughed. “You’re brand new at this aren’t you darling? This is going to be fun.”

She moaned as his hands roamed over her body, teasing and tantalizing her in ways that she’d never imagined. He ate up the moans from her lips, biting down playfully and nibbling her earlobe.

When his fingers traveled to her folds, she gasped. “Jax, I-“

“I know darling. I’ll go easy.”

She was so tight against his fingers, he was almost nervous he was going to break her. He was happy he’d taken off his rings. She writhed underneath him, each stroke of her clit ripping a moan out of her throat. “Jax, Jax I don’t-“

“It’s okay baby, cum for me.” He nibbled on her ear lobe again, breathing hot in her ear. “Cum for me Tara, do it baby.”

He felt her tighten around his fingers, whining in his ear as her nails dug into his back. “Oh, Jax, oh, shit…” She whimpered.

Jax kissed her hard, pulling his fingers out. She was still shaking, clinging to him tightly. “You are damn sexy when you cum Tara.” He smirked. She buried her face in his neck, moaning in embarrassment.

“Jesus Christ..”

He laughed, pulling her close to him. She curled one leg around his waist, nuzzling up close to him. “Was that your first time cumming?”

She nodded. “I haven’t done much with anyone, and it’s always been about the guy, y’know?”

Jax pulled her into a tight, deep kiss. “Well tonight it’s all about you darling.”

“Please, Jax, you’re embarrassing me…”

Her leg was still curled around his waist, and as his hand ran up her thigh he noticed the gashes, carefully and deeply cut into her skin. She tensed up, her breath caught in her throat. “Tara, what-“

Before he could finish his sentence, she moved herself so she was straddling him. She leaned down and kissed him shyly, tenderly, moving her hands down his chest slowly. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, her lips moving to his neck, biting softly at the tender skin. He moaned against her ear, unable to continue his train of thought while her fingers found their destination. The timid, soft way she touched him made him twitch with excitement. “I don’t want to be the only one having fun.” She whispered.

“Tara, wait-“

Her hand started moving faster, surprisingly expertly. She squeezed at just the right moments, her nails teasing him in just the right places. Almost without him noticing, she slid down his body and her mouth was on him, hot and tight. He whimpered, balling his hands into fists to keep from winding them in her hair. She licked him gently, humming as she moved her head up and down, faster and faster. He groaned when she slid him deep into her throat, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up him. “Did I do something wrong?” She whispered, biting her lip.

“No, god, no.” He murmured, kissing her softly. “Jesus, Tara, where did you-“ He stopped, realizing the answer to his own question. Hatred filled his stomach, but he decided to focus on something else in that area instead. “I didn’t want to cum in your mouth like an asshole, Tara.”

“Where do you want to cum?” Her eyes were dark, and her voice was sultry. Jax was so hard, he almost came right there.

“Oh, I’ll show you.” He growled. He flipped them so he was on top, his hands everywhere. The moans he ripped out of her throat made his stomach jump. “Tara, please, can I?” He pleaded, rubbing himself against her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and nodded. “Please, I want it so bad…” She whimpered.

He gulped, hands fumbling for a condom in the table. His fingers shook while he rolled on the condom, and suddenly he was inside her. She whimpered against his neck. “Fuck, Tara, you’re so damn tight, I don’t think I can last very long…”

“Jax, you already made me cum, this is for you, go hard, go fast, go deep, please…”

His mind went blank, and he rammed into her as hard and fast as he could. He put his hand in between them, stroking her clit in time with each thrust, begging for her to cum before he lost it himself. She tensed up around him, her muscles contracting. “Fuck Tara, fuck, fuck…”

“Jax, shit, oh shit…” She moaned, biting down on his shoulder to keep herself from screaming out as she came, and he followed her close behind, thrusting wildly as he moaned her name.

He pulled out slowly, rolling off of her and pulling her close. She curled up against his chest, one leg around his waist again. He chuckled, brushing hair away from her face. “Better than going to school, right?”

“Um, yeah.” She whimpered. “Yeah.”

There was a moment’s pause, and he felt her breathing quicken somewhat. Her face was buried in his chest, but he could feel the stiffness in her jaw, the sudden shift in her mood. Jax pulled her chin up to face him, searching her dark brown eyes with his blue ones. “What is it, Tara?”

She swallowed hard, staring back at him. “Is this…was this…” She looked down at the bed, running a hand along the sheet. “This is a one time thing, isn’t it.”

He laughed. “Babe, if you’ll let me do that to you again, I’m all yours.”

Tara sighed. “Jax, I don’t –“

“I know what you meant, Tara. I’m yours for the taking, if you want me, resident womanizer and all.”

“What? I mean, I-“

He cut her off with a deep kiss, whispering against her lips. “I’m yours Tara, are you mine?”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. “I’m yours, Jax. All yours.”

~FIN~
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A SOA FIC: I'm Yours, Are You Mine?