Title: Tattoos

Rating: a soft R at worse…

Summary: This is a three-part story which is more of a study about a very specific tattoo. The first part takes places in the past, when Jax was 19, and the two later parts are post season 2.

Warning: spoilery for season 2 finale, like really spoilery.

Pairing: Jax/Tara prominently, mentions of other canon pairings…

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the "Sons of Anarchy" Franchise, I'm just an humble writer trying to help other fans survive the wait till September by writing some fanfiction, don't sue!

A/N: Unbetaed. Reviews would be lovely, whether they're good or concrit…

Flashback

The blindfold felt scratchy, on her eyes and she had a sneaking suspicion Jax had used it to wipe the grease of his hands. Saying she wanted to rip it off was a huge understatement. The girl kept on breathing then out, trying to not let her tamper get the better of her. This was supposed to be a surprise of some sort, and she couldn't ruin it for Jax. Actually she could, but she didn't want to. So instead, she would have to bear it a little longer, this scratchy piece of tissue.

She refrained from asking him one more time if they were almost there, praying that they were. He was leading her somewhere in town, with everybody watching them or so it felt. She could feel the stares of the good people of Charming on her, or maybe it was just paranoia taking. Anyway, she just wanted to get to the actual surprise, the wait was messing with her big time.

She heard a bell ring after Jax opened a door in front of her, and she prayed that it was the end of their journey...

"Here we are, babe, are you ready?" He whispered in her ear.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as it always did when he used his most suave tone on her. He must have been able to tell that she was getting annoyed, and he was pulling out the big guns to appease her, a part of her brain noted, but the rest of it was too busy picturing them naked, and sweaty, and moving, and… She felt heat all over.

"Already? And here I was looking forward to wearing that filthy scarf a little longer. How about we go take another stroll in town before you really show me your surprise?" She managed to quip.

His lips were against her ear in a heartbeat, and he whispered:

"I'll put it back on tonight, if you like it so much... I can think of a few scenarios involving it…"

She kept her lips tight in order to keep in a moan she could feel coming. He finally cut the teasing short, and she felt his hands on the back of her head untying the dirty rag. He petted her hair lightly, almost out of habit, then said:

"Tadda!"

The bright sudden light burnt her retinas and she had to suppress the urge to protect her eyes with her palms. Instead, she forced herself to take in her surroundings. His hand found hers and he linked their fingers together, asking:

"So, what do you think?"

She gave him a placating smile, trying to form an opinion. This was big, or at least it had the potential to be really big. But it could also mean nothing…

They were standing in the Charming Tattoo parlor. She recognized a man sitting on a stool a little farther away from them, and she knew he was the one the Sons went to for their tattoos. But there were other tattoo artists there too. She didn't want to jump to conclusion.

"We're in a tattoo parlor? Don't get me wrong, I've wanted to get a tattoo for some time, but what did you have in mind when you brought me here?" she asked cautiously, still smiling, not wanting to hurt him.

"We're not in any tattoo parlor, babe, we're in the Sons one. This is where I got my back done when I was patched in a couple of months ago," he explained.

Her heart flinched a little when she felt him get insecure. He was shuffling on his feet, and his palm was getting sweaty in hers, as if he was suddenly re-thinking everything he had planned.

"And I love those tattoos you got," she said, trying to calm him a little, smiling at him. "I'm just not sure what kind of plans you have that involve this tattoo parlor, you and me, but I'm sure I'll love it. Unless you want me to get "Jax's property tattooed on my ass", that's a big no-no buddy," she joked, bumping his shoulder with hers.

"But it would look so good on your cute cheeks!" he joked back, appearing o regain a little his natural confidence.

She was always amazed by the power she seemed to have over him sometimes. He was John Teller's son, and even if he had gone through the prospect ritual, but everybody knew he was going to get in. He was royalty as far as the Sons were concerned, and he knew it well. He was a tough guy, and she loved him for it. Yet, when she would disapprove of some of the things he'd do, Sons-related or not, he would lose that confidence a little. No one else could make him doubt himself, except for his momma dearest of course. Tara felt a little humbled by the fact that she could make Jax Teller insecure.

"Not happening!" she sing-song. "Why are we here Teller? Spill it…"

He kept a small smile on his face, yet the insecurity was back, she could see it in the back of his eyes.

"You know, I'm a Son now, for good. I got patched in, I'm no prospect anymore. And this makes you no longer my girlfriend, but something more, in the Sons system."

He was rambling, it was cute and totally uncharacteristic of him.

"I know, you're a mean Son now. " She said.

"And if I'm a Son, that makes you my Old Lady," he finally blurted out.

She took a moment to take in what he had just said, pressing his hand in reassurance all the time. This was huge. This was so fucking huge… She was going to turn eighteen in a couple of months, she was going to graduate some time after that. She was… young, for lack of a better word. It was so ironic that she could be considered now an Old Lady… But Jax saw her as his, and this meant something so fucking huge. She was always afraid he was going to leave her now that he was a Son, that he could have all the crow eaters he wanted. She loved him, of that she was sure, and he loved her, even though he complained about how clingy she could get sometimes. He didn't seem to grasp she was so clingy because she was so afraid to lose him. And then, he did this, get her in the Sons' tattoo parlor, with hope in his eyes, and fear too.

She swallowed a little uneasily then asked:

"Did you bring me here for me to get the crow?"

End Flashback

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