I do not own nor do I claim any aspect of SOA. This is what I would have liked to see of the scene between Jax, Tara, and Collette. Considerate it the premium cable channel adult version (wink, wink). Therefore, if you object to strong language and written depictions of graphic sex, please do not read! It is not my intent to offend; I am new to SOA fanfic and haven't read enough of it to see the norm. That being said, continue as you will…

Lies and Truths

Tara walked into the large house already on high alert. There was something in Juice's demeanor that gave her pause when he wrote down the address for Jax's meeting.

Jax - Tara had to get to him, to make him understand. Things between the two of them were bad – the worst they'd ever been. Even worse than the time just after Donna died.

"Collette is with a client..."

Left on her own, Tara slowly climbed the stairs, alert replaced by apprehension upon discerning that this was a brothel. When she reached the top, she saw a series of closed doors on each side of a long corridor– bedrooms she supposed. She was assaulted by a cacophony of sex sounds, some loud, some muffled, some muted, some clear, some garbled. Somehow, Tara was led to approach this one particular door. She walked to it and stood in front.

Tara Listened…

…and heard deep panting, female squeals and sighs.

Then she heard, "…that's it, baby. Take that dick…" uttered by a familiar tenor, raspy with lust. The sentence was punctuated by creaking bedsprings, lengthy moans, and the deep grunts and guttural sighs of male and female ecstasy.

"Ooohhhh! Fuck me good like before," moaned the woman.

"I'm all about consistency and excellence, Darlin'," was the man's breathy response.

She opened the door slightly.

Tara Peeked…

…and saw the naked bodies of a man and woman, writhing in that ancient dance.

She couldn't see faces as the headboard was positioned directly across the room from the doorway, flush against the wall. Clothes were littered on the floor and the sheets were bunched up by the foot of the bed, pushed there, no doubt by the physical exertions of the bed's inhabitants.

The woman was on top of the man, grinding hard, her head thrown back in pleasure, her back to Tara. After a few moments, she lifted herself off his dick and crawled backward a few steps between the man's legs, her ass jiggling in the process. She stopped when her face was over his groin.

"My turn to suck on YOU," she giggled. The woman lowered her head and began to bob, each motion accentuated with wet, slurping, sucking sounds. She hummed, as she twisted her head from side to side. The recipient was hissing and sucking his teeth, clearly enjoying the special attention.

"That feels so fuckin' good," he said, "but now, come on back up here. I got somethin' for you."

The woman climbed on and started riding him again. Then Tara saw the man's hands slowly circle the woman's waist, the SO/NS rings in full view. Tara gasped, hating confirmation of what she already knew - Jax was cheating and he was not with this woman for the first time. Hot tears threatened to fall…

"Oh hell yeah!" Jax moaned and sucked his teeth while bucking his hips upward.

Tara opened the door more widely and stepped fully into the room-a room that was heavily fragranced by the smell of sweaty sex, rancid cigarettes, stale liquor and cheap perfume.

Tara Watched…

…and felt a stab of pain from each of Jax's thrusts into Collette. Tara was riveted in place – having an out of body experience seeing Jax and Collette together. Suspecting and even knowing was one thing, but this – seeing them going at it with her own eyes?

Clearly, the couple didn't notice her or they just didn't care since they continued to fuck with focus, intensity and abandon. The panting, hisses and moans were getting louder. Jax trailed the SO/NS hand down Collette's body to her ass cheek, to which he gave a few gentle pats then a stinging smack. He then trailed his hand over to Collette's side, and up to the front of her body. Tara knew that he was squeezing Collette's breast as this was one of Jax's moves that she knew well.

Jax then hugged Collette more tightly and pulled her torso down against his chest. Jax positioned his head just so and he sucked Collette's nipple into his mouth, jackhammering her from below. Tara knew this move as well. He rolled himself and Collette to their sides, fucked her sideways, then rolled her to her back, never losing his rhythm or pace. Collette's legs were spread wide and Tara watched as the woman's legs began to quiver uncontrollably.

The muscles in Jax's back, ass and thighs rippled as he fucked Collette hard and deep. Sweat pooled at his lower back. He ultimately lowered his chest onto Collette and Tara could hear loud, sucking kisses and heavy panting along with the sounds of wet, slapping, flesh.

"Oh my God! Jax! Jax! Jax!" screamed Collette.

"Tara," Jax responded. "So good, so fuckin' good…Tara, baby…"

"MMMMnnnnnnnnn…Call me anybody's name you want as long you keep giving me this dick," Collette whispered. "Whenever you want and you never have to pay."

At that, Jax pulled out of Collette and was settling her atop of him again, but this time she was facing Tara. Jax's dick was clearly visible as it entered and withdrew from Collette's pussy, only to enter again. In those precise moments the pair finally recognized the presence on an observer/intruder.

Tara Moved…

…and rushed to the bed, throwing down her purse.

The significance of the sound of her name on Jax's lips while he fucked Collette paled in comparison to the all-consuming fury she felt.

"Fucking bastards!" she shouted.

Tara was powerless against the blind rage that gripped her - blind rage at the whore, at her husband, at herself. Reaching the bed, Tara grabbed a fistful of Collette's hair in each hand. She then dragged the naked woman off of her equally naked husband and dragged her across the bed. Tara threw Collette to the floor, dropped down on top of her, and began punching her in the face repeatedly, cursing the woman for the filth that she was.

Collette was taken by complete surprise, so engrossed in her sexual haze, was she. All she knew was that one minute she was getting some of the best dick she'd ever had, and the next she was being beaten to a pulp by some unknown woman. Her face bloody, Collette began to curse and cry. She lifted her hands to try to defend herself to no avail. Collette was no match for this mad woman and she tried to turn her face toward the man she'd been fucking, the man she hoped would step in and save her from this crazy bitch…

Jax finally got over the shock of not only seeing his wife but also seeing his wife brawling with Collette –no, a brawl is mutual combat – Tara was beating the shit out of Collette like a woman possessed. He finally dashed over and grabbed Tara. Though Jax was a man who had had many fist fights over the years, and as in shape as he was, it took all his strength to pull Tara away. Even then Tara managed to get in a couple of hard kicks to Collette's mid-section and chin and was struggling against him to do more.

Tara, still in her rage, began to fight him, too. She slapped Jax twice, ferociously, punched him in the mouth, kicked him in the knee then tried to knee him in the groin.

"Don't touch me!" Tara shouted. "You fucking piece of shit! Your goddamn dick is still hard and wet from fucking that bitch! Stay away from me! I hate you! I hate you!" Tara turned to the crowd that had formed in the doorway to see the show – each of whom was grateful that they were spectators and not participants.

"I hate all of you," Tara whimpered, glaring at Tigs, Chibs, and Bobby, their betrayal of her cutting deep. The tears started to fall as she picked up her purse and stormed out.

Jax hurriedly put on his pants and shirt and tore after her, barefooted.

"Tara! Tara!" he called, in earnest.

Tara could barely hear his cries. Her head and heart were ablaze with the agony of her betrayal at his hands. Betrayal from Jax, the love of her life, Jax, whom she'd killed for, Jax, whose friends lives she'd saved countless times, Jax, whom she'd stolen for, Jax, whom she'd risked her medical career for, Jax, whom she'd gone to prison for…Jax, whom she'd stayed in Charming for, Jax, whose son she saved and mothered, Jax, for whom she'd had a son and for whom she right now carried another, unbeknownst to anyone but herself…

By this time, he'd reached her, grasped her arms to spin her around to talk to him. Tara slapped him again and Jax wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug.

"Tara – wait – please Tara, talk to me."

"Don't touch me – don't you fucking touch me. You're dirt and you smell of her – even your face and breath smell like pussy. What you've done to me…." Tara dropped her head, not wanting Jax to see her tears.

"Tara –I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you, please, wait. We have to talk."

"Now you want to talk after you've spent the day fucking that slut. I saw all the cigarettes and liquor on the nightstand in there. The time to talk was before." Tara pulled away and began to walk toward her car.

Jax grabbed her again and dropped to his knees.

"Please…please," he continued to hold onto Tara.

"I'm lost. I'm so lost. I've lost myself. I need you…" – he looked up at her, his eyes wet with tears. "You…you're divorcing me – throwing me away, taking our children - and I need you. I love you beyond anything else on this earth. I don't know what to do, anymore. I don't know…and I'm afraid. Please let's talk, let's get away from here and talk. Please…wait here for me. We'll leave together."

Jax ran back into the house and took the stairs three at a time. When he reached the bedroom, he saw a battered and bruised Collette still lying on the floor, crying. Tigs was sitting next to her. Collette looked up and managed a weak smile but Jax turned his head away, focused only on getting his kutte, getting his sneakers, getting his weapons, and getting back to Tara. His socks and underwear be damned.

As he exited the bedroom Collette asked, "Are you coming back?"

"No," Jax responded, without hesitation and without so much as a backward glance. "I should have never been here in the first place."

After he passed the onlookers who were still gawking into the room from the hallway, Jax ran down through the front door he had left open in his haste. He ran into the street only to find that Tara had gone. His tears again began to freely fall and Jax ran his hands through his hair, tangled as a result of his session with Collette.

He pondered his next move. He had to get to Tara. He had to get Tara back – she was his home, his rock, and his safe space. In spite of what he'd done, he loved her dearly. She was the only one who could save him…but would she?

A/N: Hi guys! Believe it or not, I just binge watched all seven seasons of SOA! What was I doing while it was on TV? Anyway, I loved it. Season 6 episode 10 grabbed me and wouldn't let go until I wrote this. I hope you liked it. I think it is complete as is but I am not sure (smile). But I do know that this is the only story I will write for SOA. Again, I hope you enjoy it. PMs and reviews are welcomed! SOA forever!