Hey guys,

I had this story in my head for months. Its a AU of what would had happened if things played out differently in the SOA universe. I do not know how long this story will be, however, just keep in mind that most likely it will be shorter than There's Us but longer than Make You Feel My Love.

A couple of things about this story... It is different from what I normally write. It will mostly focus on the later months of Jax's and Tara's high school romance and the years after she left. Secondly, I have been thinking about this story for months, as I previously mentioned, so there is more of an outline already in my head as to what is going to happen and how these events will unfold. If life doesn't get too much on the way, this means, I'll update more than There's Us (which I hit a muse roadblock at the moment) and I Won't Give Up.

Thirdly, the first chapter is STEAMY and GRAPHIC for a reason. If anyone will get offended by hot, steamy sex scenes (and there are two in this chapter alone) then skip this first chapter. For those who enjoy reading steamy, sex scenes then welcome. But keep in mind, THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN THIS WAY FOR A REASON THAT WILL MAKE SENSE IN THE NEXT TWO CHAPTERS.

I have always loved the music of SOA and at the moment that is exactly what I am missing the most from the show. I always gravitated towards the ballads of the show and when I heard Boots of Spanish Leather, I instantaneously fell in love with this Bob Dylan classic. Even though, I hate the scene it was presented under (Jax fucking that whore, Winsome), it must be said that its a beautiful cover. As a tribute, I have named this new story, Boots of Spanish Leather. :)

So, please review and respond. The more R&R there are, the faster I update. Please read, my other stories. I love to hear from all of you faithful readers.

Boots of Spanish Leather

Chapter 1

Christmas Eve, 1996

Tara opened the cabin door with the key Gemma gave her right before Christmas dinner. She had begged the Samcro's matriarch for weeks to give her the keys and it paid off. Tara had to promise that she wouldn't distract Jax from the club until they came back from the East Coast. It wasn't easy to push Jax towards club business specially since she trying to get them away from Charming but she wanted this Christmas to be special for Jax. So instead of bitching about his increase involvement with Samcro, Tara swallowed her pride and kissed ass to Gemma for the past weeks. She didn't voice her discontent with all things club related, much to Gemma's delight and Jax's bewilderment.

"Babe, what are we doing here?," he asked as he shut the door to the cabin. She reached out for the duffel bag he held in his hand; a duffel bag she packed earlier that day with all the things she needed to make this night memorable.

"Your Christmas gift awaits," she smiled. "Just wait here and come out to the main bedroom when I call you. Ok?"

He nodded as she turned and made her way to the back of the cabin.

Tara has been acting weird for the past couple of weeks.

Jax rubbed his sore neck with one of his hands as he made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water.

He was dead tired, he thought as he took a giant gulp from the glass.

As a patched member of his fathers' MC, he was nearly giving his full attention to all things Samcro and it wasn't easy.

He and the club just finished a three week run to the East Coast. His stepfather and President of Samcro wanted the Redwood Original charter to be omnipresent in all other clubs. Clay argued that during JT's final years, Redwood Original lost some of its street cree in the East Coast given that JT focused most of his attention on the Belfast charter and gun running. As much as Jax hated that some of the East Coast charters had strayed away from Redwood, he knew that Clay's argument held some weight. So, when push came to shove, he backed Clay's wish to go to the East Coast even though it meant that he would spend a copious amount of time from his beloved.

And fuck had he missed her.

As much as he denied it to his club brothers, Tara owned every part of him. His body, heart and soul. While in the East Coast, Clay had thrown pussy at him left and right, arrogantly claiming that one of the best things about going on runs was the fact that club members could fuck whom they wanted, Old Ladies be damned. Rule of the MC world, claimed Clay as two blondes hung from his arms. But Jax didn't have the heart to receive a blow job from a nameless crow eater one minute and then call Tara and pretend everything was fine the next. So instead of fucking around like everyone else in the club did, Jax would watch behind the scenes and when his brothers were to drunk to remember anything, he would sneak out to find a payphone and call his Tara.

He promised her, he would never cause her any sort of pain and he plan to stick to his word. That meant him keeping his fly zipped for three whole weeks even though girls were throwing themselves at him from all angles.

The downside of being away for so long was the fact that he was about to explode. When he arrived earlier that morning, he intended to ride to her house and fuck her senseless. He even planned to take her to a motel in Lodi or Stockton if her father was around.

His plans went to shit when he arrived to the Lot and saw her waiting for him with his mother. Even after kissing her senseless, Tara insisted in him resting in the clubhouse while she help his mother cook Christmas dinner with the rest of the Old Ladies and crow eaters.

His sexual frustration didn't allow for much sleep even after he jerked off to a picture of her in the dorm room of the clubhouse. During Christmas dinner, he kept staring at her amble cleavage and he swore he was going to have a stroke when Tara offered to help Gemma clean up after the dinner, delaying their getaway even further.

Tara helping Gemma was incredibly shocking given that his girl and Mom barely saw eye to eye. Fuck that. The only thing they had in common was their unconditional love for him and even then they completely disagree. Gemma has called Tara's love for him unhealthy and possessive while Tara has had no problem in calling Gemma's love selfish and controlling.

He hated that the two women he loved the most could barely stand to be in each other's presence but fuck tonight had been weird. As much as he wished for his mother and Tara to get along, part of him wanted to keep the two of them in different spheres. One of the reasons why he loved Tara so much was because she was so far away from everything that his mother represented. She was pure and selfless and fiercely independent. If Tara started hanging too much with Gemma, he feared that Tara would get tainted in some twisted way.

He shudder when he thought of Tara in a black leather getup that his mother would approve of.

Nah, it was best to keep those two apart, he thought to himself as he took another gulp from the glass.

"Jax!"

He put the glass down on the counter and tried to shake the image of Tara with black eyeshadow and blonde streaks in her hair.

He smiled softly at her when he entered the bedroom.

"What is this?"

She smiled and patted the bed next to her. "Your Christmas presents."

Jax shrugged off his kutte and kicked off his shoes before making his way to the bed. The soft candle lights reflected perfectly around the dark panelling of the room. Soft music played in the small boombox she had stashed in the duffel bag.

He made his way to the bed and sat next to her. "You know, tradition has it that Christmas gifts should be opened on Christmas morning," he teased as tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Well Teller, some traditions are meant to be broken." She slapped the hand that was trying to open the silky cream robe she had on. "You got to wait a bit before seeing what is under here, baby."

Jax grabbed her right hand and placed it right on his crotch. "This can't wait much longer, babe."

Tara gently squeezed his cock thru his jeans. Much to her satisfaction she heard his low moan as she felt him harden under her grip. She removed her hand and made her way to the bureau.

"Babe!" Jax whined from the bed, the frown on his face making her giggle.

"Hold your horses, Teller."

She grabbed the small jewelry box from the bureau and walked back to the bed and sat next to him.

"Merry Christmas, Jax."

She bit her lower lip as she watch Jax unwrap the small box.

"Oh babe," he whispered as he unveiled the long, gold chain with the golden, diamond encrusted bullet that dangle from the end.

"You like it?," she asked nervously.

"Fucking love it!" He immediately tried to put it on but she stopped him by grabbing his hands.

"Let me," she whispered as she gently took the necklace from his hands and proceeded to put it over his head. Jax bent his head a bit forward to make it easier for her to put it on. The necklace smoothly went over his head and long locks and she smiled when it hung perfectly down his defined chest.

"Babe, how did you?..."

"I worked extra hours at the diner. Also did a shit load of babysitting while you were away. Wanted to make sure tonight was perfect for you. Now, whenever you go away, you could look down at this and think of me... Of us. Now, you could carry a piece of me wherever you go."

She noted his glassy eyes. "You are always with me Tara." He took her right hand and put it over his heart. "You are always in here, with me."

She felt the lump forming in the throat and leaned in for a kiss.

Words couldn't describe what it felt to kiss Jackson Teller. The fireworks that she felt each time their lips joined together. She pushed him away when she felt his tongue outlining her lips.

"Tara," he whispered,his voice laced with pure lust. She opened her eyes and saw that his were still shut, his breathe coming out in quick rasps. She slowly untangled his hands from her hair and got up from the bed.

"You are going to need to open your eyes for the second part of your Christmas gift, baby."

Jax slowly open his eyes and looked at the love of his life standing over him. Her dark hair was tussled around her head like a halo and the cream robe making her look like a fucking goddess.

Tara's hands unknotted the thin slash holding her robe closed. The material slowly fell down her shoulders onto the floor, revealing a matching, sheer baby doll and a matching cream thong.

"Fuck, babe," he whispered as Tara slowly made her way to the bed.

He reached out to touch her face and she quickly grabbed his hand. Placing a lingering kiss on his knuckle, Tara closed her eyes and placed her cheek in his hand.

"There is more to this gift, babe." She open her eyes and looked at him. "For a while you have asked for us to make love without, you know..."

The redness creeping thru her chest and cheeks was a clear indicator of her discomfort. It didn't help that she was averting her eyes elsewhere, choosing instead to stare at his hands.

Jax took his other hand and tipped her head up so she was forced to look at him.

"Tara, nothing would make me happier to make love to you without any sort of barriers. Just you and me. But babe, if you are not comfortable with it, I could wait. I will always wait for you. This isn't about me, Tara. It's about us and both feeling comfortable with this level of intimacy."

She nodded, a small smile spreading across her face. She untangled her hands from his and slowly pulled down the straps to the baby doll, releasing her breasts from the sheer material.

Tara leans in for a kiss which he happily reciprocates. He gently palms her breasts and she pulls him down so he lays on top of her and in between her legs.

Breaking the kiss, she looked into his eyes. "Just you and me, babe. Come love me."

April 6th, 1997

Fuck, she drank too much.

The room kept spinning and spinning under her leather covered feet. The moonlight barely illuminated the room but she honestly didn't care much about the light as she giggled into her free hand.

"Come on, babe," Jax pulled her further into the room, slamming the door shut and locking it in the process. He slammed her against the door, immediately fusing his mouth with hers, his tongue seeking entrance into her awaiting mouth.

She tasted the whiskey and weed in his lips and she knew he was probably drunker than her. She pulled at his kutte as he pulled her closer to his body, his erection constraining against his jeans.

Tara pulled his lips from her mouth causing him to latch onto her collarbone. He licked and sucked as her small hands made their way to his Samcro belt buckle.

She moaned as he sucked on her pulse point, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

"Bed, baby. Let's take this to the bed," she slurred as she tried to move them to the awaiting bed.

Instead of moving, Jax bite her collarbone, surely leaving a massive bite mark. One of his hands, squeezed her breast and she moaned as his thumb circled her harding nipple. Her hands continued working on opening his jeans as he latched onto her neck and upper chest.

When she succeeded in opening his jeans, her hand made their way to the hole in his boxers and she wasted no time in grabbing his hard manhood.

"Fuck," whispered Jax as he panted against her neck.

She spread the pre-cum from his tip to the base as she stroked him.

"Let's take this to the bed, baby."

Jax groaned as she broke contact with his cock.

She pushed him towards the bed until the back of his knees hit the edge making him fall down onto the old mattress.

He sat up and tried reaching for her and Tara giggled and shook her head.

"No, babe. Not yet."

"Tara, please," he begged as he started stroking himself. "I need you."

Tara slapped his hand away from his manhood. "No, this is mine tonight."

She kneeled down to take off his shoes and socks. She quickly got rid of his jeans and boxer, pulling them down his legs rapidly. By the time she rose to her feet, Jax had already taken of his trademark white t-shirt and kutte. She leaned down and straddled him as their lips meet over and over again. She pressed down on his erection and felt the wetness damping her panties.

His hands fumbled around to remove her shirt and she quickly pinned them down above his head.

"You are not behaving, Teller. I am going to have to punish you, if you continue," she whispered in his ear. She licked the shell of his ear.

Jax panted as he moved his hips so his cock could hit her core. "Babe, please. I am so hard for you." His glassy eyes begged for relief.

"Patience isn't really one of your virtues, Teller." She gave him a brief kiss and stood from the bed.

She kicked off her knee-high boots. Tara took the hem of her black tank top and slowly pulled it over her head. She shook her head, tousling her raven hair even more than it already was. She slowly unbutton her jeans and unzipped her fly and slowly rolled the jeans down her legs, getting rid of her socks on the way.

Jax's eyes widen as he took in the black lacy bra and thong set that she adorned.

She twirled and locked eyes with him.

"You like?"

Jax nodded and she leaned in placed her hands in his upper thigh.

"Good cause this all for you baby," she whispered as she lean in for a kiss.

She climbed on top of him as their tongues dueled for control.

She felt his hand on her back, searching for the clasp.

He broke away their kiss a look of confusion on his face. "Where the fuck is it?" he muttered.

Tara giggled as she sat up and looked down at him. She slowly reached in front of her and released her breasts from her lacy constraints.

His hands reached up and he massaged her breasts. "I fucking love these puppies," he muttered before he sat up and popped one breast into his mouth while one of his hand played with the other.

Tara threw her head back and moaned as she felt the immense pleasure creeping thru her body. She rubbed her thong covered core against his crotch. She felt her moisture damping her underwear and Jax's tongue in her breasts had her panting.

Jax switched to her other tit, giving it as much attention as he did the other one. Tara started moving her hips in a circular motion trying to relief some of the tension she felt in her center.

"Jax," she moaned as one of his hands made their way to her crotch, his fingers playing with the lining of the thong.

He pulled away, a small smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, babe?"

"You," she moaned as his fingers dipped inside her thong, immediately into her wetness. She felt his two fingers stroking her gently while his thumb played with her throbbing clit.

"You like this?," he asked his voice as smug as ever.

She nodded as she shut her eyes and got lost in the sensations that his fingers were providing.

"Use your words, Knowles," he commanded, his fingers coming to a complete halt.

Tara opened her eyes and looked into the baby blues that have captivated her heart for the past three years. "Yes, baby. I fucking love it when you finger fuck me," she answered as she licked his outer lips, her hips having a mind of their own as she started moving against his digits.

"Good girl," he replied as he picked up speed once again thrusting his fingers as deeply as he could. "Fucking ride these fingers baby."

Tara moved her hips as fast as she could while he continued to plunge his fingers inside her, her moans getting louder as the pleasure intensified within her.

Her juices were coating his hand as she felt herself dripping. She threw her head back as she felt the wave of her first orgasm crash into her as she panted Jax's name over and over again her nails digging into his shoulder blades.

She barely had time to regain composure when she felt herself being flipped onto her back as Jax loomed over her. He swiftly ripped the thong from her waist as he kneel in front of her, throwing her legs over his shoulder.

She bit into her lower lip as she held her screams as Jax ate her like a starving man enjoying his last meal.

She felt the sheets soak under her as Jax lapped as much of her juices to his awaiting mouth.

Tara tensed as she felt the pressure building all over her body.

"FUCK! DON'T STOP. DON'T STOP," she screamed as waves of pleasure had her whole body trembling. Her mouth formed the perfect O as she came hard, her hands gripping the sheets as her hips moved in sync with Jax's mouth.

"Jesus," she muttered as she slowly opened her eyes the shocks of her two orgasms still having her gasping for breathe.

"Jackson actually," Jax smirked as he moved his way up to her lips.

She grabbed his face and kissed him deeply not caring that she could taste herself in his lips. She felt his cock in her entrance and she folded her legs at her knees.

"Love me, baby," she whispered.

Jax kissed her slowly as he moved slightly away from her. Tara grabbed his ass before he moved to far away from her.

She looked into his eyes and she nodded her head.

"Like this baby," she whispered, her heart thumping against her chest.

"Are you sure?" he asked, concern for her etched across his features.

"Just you and me, no barriers, right?"

"No barriers," he replied, leaning in for a small kiss.

She kissed his lips gently and she reached in between them. She placed the head of his cock on her entrance.

"I love you, Jackson."

"I love you, Tara," he said as he pushed into her.

Jax panted against her neck as she tried to catch her breath as well.

Tara threaded her hands in his long sweaty locks, gently running her fingers against his scalp.

Jax moan. "That feels good, babe."

"Better than the past thirty minutes?" Tara glanced down to her boyfriend. She noted that his eyes were closed, his breath slowly coming back to normal.

Jax smiled against her chest. "Nah, babe. Nothing could compare to that. Fucking worth all the begging I did."

Tara laughed. "You are making it sound like we have never had unprotected sex before."

Jax rose his head to look at her. "Yea, but I think it should happen more often. You are on the Pill."

"Its call taking precautions, Teller." She pulled his head back into her chest. "We are too young to have little mini-Jacksons running around."

She felt him stiffen. She paused her stroking.

"What?"

He looked up at her. "But you do want that? Right? With me?" He looked at her with hopeful eyes.

"Of course, I do, baby. But in a couple of years. I still need to get my BSN diploma. Then maybe med school. After all that, then we could plan for babies."

Jax continued to look at her, a hard line forming across his forehead. "There aren't any med schools in the area, babe. How are we suppose to be a family when you might be miles away from here going to med school. Who is going to take care of the kids? Of me?"

Tara frown. "Jax, we don't have to think of that right now. There is no reason to get upset over hypothetical kids. We will cross that bridge when we come to it."

"But..."

"Shhh," she placed her finger in his lips."How about you shut up and kiss me."

He gave her a small smile and kissed her lips gently. "You know for someone who is not celebrating a birthday, you are pretty demanding."

"Well, birthday boy, how about I keep demanding some things from you," she teased as her hands roamed his Reaper Tat.

"Oh yea, like what?" he shifted forward so their lips were inches apart.

"More orgasms," she replied as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I like the sound of that, Knowles..."