Yeah, so lately I've been really obsessed with Sons of Anarchy. Like, really, really, really obsessed. And despite all of their flaws I am in love with Clay and Gemma. So here we have it. So far I'm just planning this to be a one shot. But who knows, if people like it or if I have more inspiration, I might add on. We'll see how this goes, yeah?
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xx Crys
The Outlaw's Queen
I.
"You Always Want What You Can't Have"
Oh, she knew it was wrong to want her Old Man's best friend. It was that kind of wrong where it twisted her gut and made her want to pull her hair out by the roots for even thinking about it. But she couldn't deny it; there was just something about Clay Morrow that set her on the edge of her seat.
She wouldn't say it was a romantic attraction—no, Gemma was far too careful, far too prudent to allow herself to want more from any man other than JT. But then again, the fire that she once felt when standing behind him, arms draped over his shoulders as she listened to him laughing and talking to his pals, that fire that led them to have not one, but two children? It was slowly fading away and try as she may, she just couldn't find a damn match to light that candle again.
Where John was soft, Clay was hard. Where John was cautious, Clay was throwing caution to the wind. Where John was sweet and slow, Clay was blunt and to the point. Gemma liked that. She liked it a lot more than she ever thought she would. That thought alone scared her.
And Gemma Teller was not one to be frightened.
It was the small things that he did. The way he'd place a hand on her back when talking to her, making sure she was okay if John couldn't, or how he'd kneel in front of Jackson with a smile and offer him a piece of candy he'd had in his pockets but make him promise not to tell his mother where he got it from all while grinning over the boy's head at Gemma; it was those little moments that made her come to like the man even more.
But she wished she could hate him for making her feel that way. It wasn't his job to do that. It was her husband's.
"You always want what you can't have, baby girl. And by the time you have it, you miss what you once had."
Gemma could vividly remember the one time Rose had actually acted like a mother, given her advice when she realized that her daughter wasn't to be swayed in marrying a criminal like John Teller. Those words, though cryptic and mind boggling as to why she had been given them, kept playing over and over in Gemma's head as she watched Clay Morrow and John Teller across the room.
Gemma didn't like to live with regret. But she figured that sooner or later, she'd live with more of it than she bargained for.