Life had never been easy for Tara. Growing up in a household with a drunk for a father and a dead mother, hadn't made her home life or school life easy. The dream was to leave this awful place as soon as the ink was dry on her graduation certificate. Tara forced herself to study, to make sure that she got good enough grades to enter college and never look back. Staying at the library for hours so that she didn't have to go home or pick her drunk dad from the floor of some pub, didn't exactly make her popular. No one wanted to be friends with the town's drunk's daughter. Tara was considered to be almost in the same league as the Sons of Anarchy, except people weren't scared of her, they pitied her. Everyone was happy in their lives but she wasn't. Not until Jax. Jax changed Tara's life, he was her safe place. The first time in her life, that she felt connected and loved. They had loved each-other so much and passionately, that she almost got lost in the idea of staying in this town. But Tara had plans that involved leaving Charming, and even if Jax wanted to leave with her, there was no way Mother-Gemma would allow it. So Tara left and somehow, she was returning. But she was not ready to stop running.
The road was quiet. The trip had gone extremely quick. Entering her apartment and seeing it trashed like that, Tara was terrified. Tara needed to feel safe; so she was going to the only place that she felt safe. Even for a moment, it would be worth it. The sign entering Charming says 'our name says it all', it never felt that way. It always felt like a pair of handcuffs forcing her into a lifestyle she didn't want. But this time it felt safe, and just a little bit like home.
Pulling into the parking lot, Tara could see dirty handed and unshaven faced mechanics standing outside the mechanic bay smoking. Piney was leaning against a picnic table with some kid, wearing a prospect cut. Taking a deep breath to calm down, glancing into the mirror. Adding a little bit more foundation to her growing collection of bruises, she grabbed her sunglasses and muttered "this is as good as its going to get''.
Stepping out of the car, Tara was feeling trapped and free at the same time. For a little while, she did not have to look over my shoulder for Kohn. Looking around for Gemma, hoping that she wasn't at the garage today. Not noticing her car and seeing the office door closed, Tara took a step forward.
Walking towards the picnic table, Piney sat up a little straighter. "'Um, is Jax here?" Piney looked up at the question. ''Who's asking?" He grumbled, obviously not recognising Tara.
"It's Tara, is Jax free?" Piney looked up at her, again. He opened his arms smiling, and she leaned forward, taking in his embrace and sniffing. He smelt like cigarettes, beer and old musk. A smell unique to Piney. Spending most of my teenage years at the club house, Tara had formed a special bond with Piney and Tig. Piney became a father-figure providing support and advice when she needed it. ''Sure, it's good to see you Tara" Piney said, leading us into the club house. ''Gemma's not here and I won't be passing on the surprise visit''.
"Jax, you got a visitor" he shouted. Jax came walking out of the dorms area and into the bar area. She waited until he reached them. "'Jax" Tara said, reaching towards him. ''What are you doing here Tara?" he said, looking behind her, Jax was focusing on anywhere but Tara's face. ''Can we talk?" Tara pleaded with her eyes. Jax looked at Piney and then nodded. Piney leaned in kissing my cheek and squeezed my shoulder. ''Have fun kids'' he said walking away.
"Can we go somewhere a little more private?" she asked. Jax gestured towards the dorm rooms. Tara nodded, following his lead. Entering Jax's dorm room, not much had changed. Pictures of naked girls, bikes, clothes and beer bottles scatted all over the place. She pushed him into a sitting position on the bed, removing her glasses so that he could see her face.
He looked up questioning at her but instead of answering; Tara lowered my mouth to his. Hoping that he would make her feel safe. Using my hand, Tara slowly removed his cut and leaned further into him. Running my hands up and down his abdomen and over the muscles in his shoulders and arms. Jax lifted his hands into the arm, so that she could remove his shirt. Tara moved to straddle his lap, kissing and suckling on his pressure point on his neck.
Suddenly Tara was flipped over so that Jax was on top, with her legs still wrapped around his waist. Tara could feel the hardness of him through her jeans; she rubbed against him, hoping to feel more. He was kissing my throat and with his hand, unclasping my bra. He was cupping my breast, pinching and rubbing. Between the feel of him between her legs, his hand on her breast and his mouth, nibbling on her neck, Tara moaned his name. ''I missed you so much Tara'' he mummed against my neck. Reaching for him, Tara pulled his face closer to hers; kissing him with a promise of everything she couldn't say.
Several hours later:
Tara woke up to see Jax sleeping soundly. Gently I removed his arm from around my waist. Quietly Tara hopped out the bed and looked around for her clothes. In their passion, Jax and Tara had thrown clothes all over the place. Seeing her shirt on the opposite side of the bed, Tara walked around to retrieve her top. Tara looked at Jax once more, gently kissing his cheek and then she left. Left the dorm and the clubhouse. When she was pulling out the garage, Gemma was pulling in. She glanced at me in shock, but Tara just continued driving.