And Then There Was You

by RileyUK92

What if that truck didn't take out our beloved Jackson Teller, what if SAMCRO was where it ended, but Chicago was where it began. Jackson Teller/James moves to Chicago, looking for a fresh start and some peace. However, his future and past merge in a series of unexpected ways when the beautiful Nomi comes into his life.

1. Chapter 1

you can't outrun the past, but sometimes you can hide from it...

"So you know once you go that's it right Jacky boy? I don't care if I call you with a bullet in my chest! You don't come back ya hear me son!?" Chibbs eyes slightly watered, but held firm in the statement he made to Jax.

They'd spent the hours going back and forth with the current conversation; Jax had tied up loose ends with the madness he'd, along with his family and organization created. Although he himself was ready and willing to meet the mayhem, in a last minute bid to salvage any humanity and happiness Jax might have, Chibbs and Happy suggested Jax Teller, President of the Sons of Anarchy should meet his end, however Jackson Nathaniel Teller, should be able to live, finally. Jax was unwilling at first, and found the idea offensive, as if he was shying away from his responsibility, or trying to get off scot free from the madness he caused. However the more Chibbs talked, and the more Happy glared at him like a heartbroken Pitbull, he found the words making sense.

It had been an entire life of SAMCRO, he didn't remember a time when he just lived for him, everything his whole life had revolved around SAMCRO, to be fair, he wanted the monster the organization had created dead as well, he had lost too much, sacrificed too much, gave too much and was simply exhausted. At least this way, maybe just maybe he could see what it was like to simply breathe, breathe air that was free, breathe air that came with no repercussions or consequences, the idea was seductive, it was attractive, he couldn't deny.

So now he was here, at the start of the highway, $95,000 in cash, new ID and passport and no clear destination in mind, feeling slightly terrified, but happy, happy to actually be looking at a future, it might of taken 36 years but he may finally be able to have a life.

There was just one small order of business to deal with first, and on that note…

"BAM!" Chibbs fired his gun, leaving Jax with a minor, but heavily bleeding deep graze wound to his upper shoulder, they took his signature blue and black flannel shirt and pressed into the seeping wound soon covering the entire shirt and creating the desired effect, his shirt looked like it has been in a war, and was a brilliant souvenir to take to the Irish or anyone who may query the death of Jax Teller, those close to him and the organization were pretty much aware of the unspoken truth of what was about to occur, although those not too fond of SAMCRO would need some convincing , after they torched his home this would provide adequate proof.

"You alright man?" Happy asked Jax inspecting the wound. Jax nodded and let him clean and bandage the it, before putting on a clean shirt and putting a few more in with a couple of boxers into the back pack.

" All set, alright man, you all sure about this, if anything happens, I can't have anything else happen, you know that you're my family-" Jax started, but was cut off by Chibbs.

"Jacky boy, you will always be my brother, but once you get on that bike, you go, and you go far from here, you don't look back, and you go find you some happiness, somewhere, you can check in every now and again, but you have nothing left here, go find something elsewhere son. " Chibbs gave him a heartfelt hug, followed by Happy, the rest were aware, but didn't follow them to the highway, to keep it quiet.

Jax, now Jackson Nathaniel James, did as he was told, and without a last look back, he climbed on the blue vintage bike, started it up and took off, he had no real idea where he was heading but he knew it was far from Charming, he would lay low and start over, maybe in a few years he could possibly reunite with the boys, who knows, maybe not, but at least for the first time in a long time, he had something he hadn't had for a very long time, he had possibilities.

He rode for hours, stopping when necessary to take a leak and refill his gas tank, he watched the sunrise and saw a sunset twice and rode on a little more before he knew it he found himself facing a welcome sign for Chicago Illinois, it seemed a random stop, however there wasn't much business between SAMCRO and Chicago, and he was starting to flag, his shoulder finally starting to cause some real discomfort and his mind and eyes starting to succumb to the exhausting trial of the day, he pulled into a nearby not so rundown looking motel and checked in, it wasn't the Ritz but it wasn't a dive, there was cable, air conditioning and a clean and comfortable looking bed, it would more than do.

Dropping his bag on the floor by the bed he sat on the end and rested his elbows on his knees, slightly wincing at the pain in his shoulders, caused from the long riding and tender wound. Rubbing his hand across his face he felt relaxed for the first time in ages, but also slightly overwhelmed, the quiet seemed deafening to him, no children's laughter or giggling croweaters, no smell of gasoline and cigarettes circling him, his phone not going off every 3 minutes, he was alone, and he knew no one would come looking for him, that was not the worry, it was the serenity of the situation, he found himself filled with anticipation and excitement but also scared at what this brave new beginning meant, did he know how to be anything that wasn't SAMCRO? Could he be? He wasn't sure, but he was determined to find out.

Standing slowly he swaggered over tiredly to the large bathroom, it had a mixture of white tiling and fake marble, it looked nice, and the tub was large enough to fit his 6 foot frame comfortably, he decided he wasn't going to have a shower, Jax Teller usually took showers as they're was never enough time in the day to enjoy a long soak, there was always more pressing matters to deal with, but Jackson James, he was going to take baths when he felt like it, he'd take long bike rides just to explore and see what was around him, he would meet new people, maybe start a small business and live quietly and happily in a comfortable home, but all that could wait firstly he just wanted to get in the damn tub.

Slowly, more from exhaustion than pain he reached behind him with his good arm and pulled the t shirt over his head, letting it fall to his feet. Walking over to the tub, he opened the double faucet, set a hot but pleasant temperature and stood to his feet, walking to the mirror he paused for a moment, running his hand over the deep dark ink on his chest "Abel" the word never left his mouth but floated into his mind, he had made some peace in knowing he was doing the right thing, Wendy and Nero would watch over them and raise them right, maybe when they were older he could possibly see about reuniting if it was right for them, but for now, they could live without him, so they could actually live, live resenting any and everything to do with SAMCRO.

He turned back from his thoughts to cut off the water and remove the rest of his clothing, unbuckling his dark jeans and slipping out his black boxer briefs, he stepped into the water, immersing himself in the warm cocoon the water provided, he leant back and put his arms up to rest behind his head, the minor discomfort pleasantly fading the more he relaxed, he spent a little over and hour just sitting, sometimes thinking hard about everything, other times not thinking at all when the temperature had dropped to much he pulled the lever plug letting the water out, grabbing the provided shower gels and sponge he turned on a lukewarm shower and rinsed off taking his time, he wasn't in a rush, he started from the top, was his hair with the shampoo, then he even conditioned it, they came free with the room, why not use them? Getting the last of the suds out his hair he grabbed the sponge and worked a rich lather, cleansing himself from head to toe.

He stepped out feeling clean, clean in a way he hadn't done in a long time, he grabbed an aspirin from his backpack, slipped on a pair of grey boxer briefs and pulled back the covers, he didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, he didn't care, he was gonna get a good night's sleep and take everything as it came, but for now, he was gonna sleep, sleep long, sleep well and sleep peacefully for the first time in a long time.

The first two months of his move to Chicago had been a blur, a pleasant but fast paced blur, however he managed to secure 3 months down on a cozy loft in the quite downtown area, he'd got an easy well paying job at a respectable auto shop, that specialized in repairs and restoration, the other side doubled as a tattoo shop, it was very vintage and had an old school rockabilly vibe to it, it sort of reminded him of the shop back home, but not too much, he enjoyed the place and was sociable to those around him, but still kinda kept to himself.

The first couple of months he spent immersing himself in his surroundings, travelling around his new city, to the outskirt suburbs, the beautiful green rural areas, the open fresh parks, the Lincoln park zoo, he'd never even been to a fucking zoo before! 30 plus years on the earth and he'd never been, he drunk in quaint coffee shops, slammed tequila in sexy bars, that had a mixture of lawyers, young urban hotshots, and the everyday joes, there was never one type of people, wherever he went, he was truly in a melting pot, there was no, the blacks over the there, the whites over here, the Chinese on that side, he'd heard there was an underbelly of Chicago, the Chi-raq, but he didn't wanna know anymore, he didn't want any more violence or crime in his life, not that his Auto shop boss hadn't put him on to a little Marijuana selling on the side, but he didn't mind, green was organic, it was mainstream, and put a little extra in his pocket every month, he'd also taken an apprenticeship with the tattoo workers and was doing well, he'd always had a flair for art and poetry, and took to it like a fish in water.

To say he was finally in the swing of things 6 months down the road was a fair statement, the nightmares he would sometimes have in the middle of the night had stopped, he had close friends in a guy called Mike from the auto shop, who was a mechanic by day and bartender by night, and also a guy named Omar who worked in another tattoo shop downtown , it was mainly filled with black people the time he'd gone to visit, but the reason wasn't political or malicious, Omar had a gift for shading on dark skin, so he was considered a pro in his area, after a couple visits though he saw the shop worked with everyone, the other guys including Omar did white, brown, whoever, a lot of Omar's clients were usually beautiful black women, Jax had a feeling it had a lot to do with how Omar looked as well that created his client base, he was secure enough to say both Omar and Mike were extremely attractive men. Mike with his Sicilian background, coal colored hair, short beard and deep hazel brown eyes was very rarely without a woman, Omar had a dark, rich caramel complexion, built and also in the 6 foot range definitely hit the tall, dark and handsome thing on the head, and then there was Jackson, he wore plaid every now and then, but stuck to neutral colored v neck t shirts and dark denim jeans fitted to his size now, no longer wearing them 3 sizes too big, or halfway down his ass, although they did slip occasionally. However he liked how he looked now, he kept his beard short, but full, still dusting his lower face, settling on his chin, no further, he kept his hair in place with a little product, it had a nice cut to it, still reaching his ears but not as hard as his previous slicked back, "don't fuck with me" look, now it had a little volume in the front, it made him look a little more youthful, and far more approachable.

When the trio would hit bars, or football games they definitely caught attention, the Italian Stallion, The Chocolate Dream Boat and the Bad Boy Brad Pitt Lookalike, needless to say, they did well on nights out, and some things never changed, "Jackson James" was new, but Jax still slightly lived in him, and let's be honest, they both liked to fuck. The first couple of weeks had been slow, he was adjusting and didn't really know anyone, he had a few empty fucks to begin with, but they were either wild and hard, a punishing release for all his frustration, or he'd lay there staring at the ceiling while some faceless, screaming banshee rode him like a drunk sorority girl on a rodeo, he'd make sure she came, get himself together then leave.

However now having a place to call home, he loved his bachelor pad, and having friends to bounce off, he found the sexual trysts more fun, he was back in his element, and Chicago provided a brilliant candy store, he'd slept with blondes, brunettes, Asian, Latin, even mixed girls, he was officially liberal, and he loved it, he still appreciated a dirty blonde, they were easier to dispatch in the middle of the night, but he'd definitely discovered an appreciation of all kinds of women, the boys back home would be pleasantly surprised.

….

"Soooo, lemme get this straight, never?" Omar chuckled while roasting Jackson again on the topic of never having slept with a black woman.

"The opportunity never presented itself brother; I don't think they'd appreciate my rugged ol' country boy charm anyway." Jackson countered back with his signature smirk.

It wasn't that he didn't find Black women attractive, Jax found the type woman attractive, he didn't mind much what skin they were wrapped in, it was true though, there was never much race mingling in SAMCRO or charming, even the biker groupies usually stuck to their own, he'd just never spent much time with black women.

"Well, I'm never one to generalize women-" Mike interjected after taking a sip of Bourbon while they sat on barstools at a buzzing bar, he was quickly silenced by the objecting looks from Jackson and Omar.

"Okay, that's a lie, I generalize because I'm a man whore, but my presumptions are based on experience, and a history of an open minded cock and spirit, I've embraced every color, class and legal age, it's not about fetishizing, it's about finding the beauty in everything and anything about a woman." Mike argued calmly placing a hand on his chest while making his pro-feministic, pro man-whore argument.

"Gaahdamn, one more drink and I swear this mother fucker is gonna have a period!" Omar cackled loudly slapping his hand on the slightly wet bar.

"Okay, okay, so what are your presumptions Dr Phil? And please no nationalities, we don't have the time, but race wise, what have your findings been?" Jackson asked, simply to stir the shit,and watch Omar roll his eyes, Omar and Mike argued like cat and dog, they all shared a certain lack of political correctness, but it was never malicious, and usually in humor, however Mike and Omar always seemed to push each other's buttons, they'd been friends since High School and it was just the way they were, they reminded him of Opie and Himself at times.

"Im just saying, some races have certain strengths, and one race has 'em all!" he laughed loudly causing them all to catch the contagious laughter.

"What is it with you Italian men and Black women?" Jackson smirked.

"We like quality" Mike countered.

"Yeah, that and a big ass" Omar quipped.

"Isn't that the same thing?" Jackson Laughed.

The contagious laughter hit all over again, as Omar rested his head in his hand, Mike gripped his stomach and Jackson giggled into his Tumbler of Jameson.

"So, what's so funny boys?" a slightly inebriated young All American looking blonde, walked up to him with a Celtic looking freckled redhead and a Brunette, maybe Latin, possibly Jewish woman in tow.

The boys all smirked to one another, this was the moment, they never usually left a bar alone unless they wanted to, and at some point in the evening women, would start to approach, or they'd go out on the prowl and start the elimination process to finding the lucky girl.

Game, Set, Match… Here we Go…

"Now come on darling, you said you were a pro, take it down, and swallow it all this time." Jax smiled while looking into the blondes eyes.

"Fine but if I throw up, it's your fault!" she giggled, before backing the burning shot of tequila.

They were all having a great time, the loud bar providing a brilliant soundtrack to their great night, Omar had settled in with the olive skinned Brunette,her name was Julia, the red headed Carol was already laughing and occasionally smooching Mike, and Jamie, the vibrant blonde was stirring up a storm with Jackson.

"Don't worry, I got you sweetheart, I'll take care of you" Jax countered, making sure she got the drift of his double worded statement.

"Well you do look, like you're up to the task" Jamie replied, eyelashes fluttering, her bedroom eyes in full effect.

Jax's eyes lingered on her before he , slowly licked his lips, leaning in 90 per cent of the way, close enough, for their breath to entwine, but far enough to leave the choice to her, she headily accepted the challenge his eyes held, and she leaned in slowly, capturing his lips in her own, they slowly let their lips dance, as his hand crept up to rest on her upper neck, his fingers sliding along the soft hairs at the nape of her neck, they enjoyed the moment before he pulled away, stealing a quick glance, at his friends who had all followed suit, and were making out with their respective partners for the night.

"You wanna get outta here darling?" he murmured quietly to the blonde in her ear.

"Yeah, I do" she quipped back, looking alert but slightly misty.

They shuffled out of the booth, getting the attention of their friends to say quick goodbyes, and headed out, catching a cab, Jax reeled off his address before settling back to continue a much more intense make out with Jamie, their tongues crashing, hands groping, and fondling and grabbing at clothing, hair, fabric and the now solid long ridge of muscles that sat in Jax's jeans.

"14.35 folks" the cabby stated, they hadn't even realized they had arrived at Jax's loft apartment building, with Jax settling the fee, Jamie hopped out and walked up to the industrial looking building, Jax hopped out and followed, his eyes lingering shortly on a beautiful young black woman also walking up the steps.

"After you" he stated, sobering up long enough to appear not so creep like and drunk, and also to get a good look at her, she too had obviously come home from a night out, her dark gold midi dress open to his view as her beige trench coat blew slightly in the wind as she ascended the steps, her mid length raven layered locks complementing her gorgeous face, doe eyes and full lips.

"Thank you" she giggled, trying to steady herself on the last few steps, noticing the struggle, Jax extended his arm, and she took his hand for support.

"I'm sorry, these shoes are trying to kill me" she giggled slightly covering her eyes as she rested some of her weight on Jax.

"Its fine, take all the time you need darling, I got ya" Jax spoke lowly and calmly as they both climbed the stairs, to meet a rather offended, pouting Jamie.

"Hey Hun, take these, apartment 11c, let yourself in, I'll be right up" Jax quipped after letting himself in and handing her there keys to his pad.

"Alright, now you sweetheart, which apartment?" he turned back to his damsel, who now seemed a lot more drunk after the elevator ride up the building.

"Umm, I'm the 9th floor, 4b" she slightly slurred back, fumbling around her bag for her keys.

Pushing the nine button, he held his dizzy beauty in his arms as they rode the 3 floors up, her head rested under his chin as she slightly swayed, her scent sending him through a loop, her hair smelt like vanilla and some kind of sweet fruit he couldn't place, she was warm, even though the fabric of her well made coat, she smelt slightly of alcohol but more of cranberries and chocolate, the elevator dinged and they slowly walked out, and with no hesitation she handed him her door keys, letting them both in her home, he dropped her keys in the blue colored glass bowl by the door, walked through her loft to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from her huge fridge, her still latched to his hip like a sleepy Koala, he asked where she slept, not wanting any mixed messages to disrupt their serene little random encounter, she lazily pointed down another hall and they soon found her bedroom, it was spacious and clean, browns, beiges and dark greens accented the room, he laid her down and told her to drink the water he handed her while he unstrapped her white stilettos, trying to ignore how the innocent action of making skin to skin contact with her perfectly pedicured, soft little feet made his dick twitch, he left her in her clothes, urged her to sip some more before she flopped cutely back on the bed her thick dark hair covering most of her face, showing just her full lips slightly parted by her heavy breathing.

He watched for a moment conflicted, even in her drunken stupor, she was an elegant beauty, he watched her sleep, she looked completely peaceful, even though the situation was so random, but even a drunken mess, she was truly beautiful.

However he was slightly disturbed by how trusting she had been, he'd never seen the woman in the building before and she literally just let him wander through her home, he'd obviously never hurt her, but there was a time when he had not been as such, he had regrettably hurt women in the past to make a point, and he'd seen his fair share of violence and abuse, he knew there was ugly in the world, and whether she knew it or not, the woman had danced with the devil tonight, luckily she came out unscathed, but what if she hadn't, the thought, almost made his blood boil and his eyebrows furrowed as he frowned angrily, he didn't like the idea of her being in harms way.

Looking around her place quickly and quietly, he spotted paper and pen on her fridge, leaving a note, regarding who he was, what happened, and the importance of stranger danger, he left it by her bedside and left.

When he arrived he found a pissed off looking Jamie in his living room, to say he didn't give a shit was an understatement, he'd pretty much forgot about her the minute he laid eyes on the dark skin beauty that happened to be his neighbour.

"You need to me to call you a cab?" he shouted over his shoulder grabbing himself a glass of water.

"No need, already called one." She snapped back.

"Okay, look I'm sorry, something came up." He replied after taking a long gulp of water.

Jamie's phone blipped and she stood.

"Yeah whatever, look I left my number on the fridge, maybe you can make it up to me sometime." With that she was out the door.

Jax didn't even check the number after he heard the door closed, his mind still on the buxom, curvy beauty a few floors up, she had assaulted his senses and rendered him useless, 30 seconds before he saw her, he was ready to fuck Jamie into the middle of next week, then he saw her and it was like someone doused him in cold water and set fire to his skin all at the same time, what the actual fuck!

He finished his water, poured another and grabbed a shower, changing into sweatpants and nothing else for bed, he was lulled to sleep with visions of a brown eyed, russet skinned angel doing devilish things to him, with his thoughts in the gutter and his hand resting on his cock, he let the dream take over, and fell into a deep slumber.

The Following Afternoon…

"Listen, I'm not saying she wasn't hot, but you didn't see the girl I saw" Jax grumbled talking to Omar, while moving sluggishly around his kitchen, fixing himself a cup of coffee, balancing his cellphone between his ear and shoulder.

"I ain't never known a man, to leave, ready and waiting pussy for drunk, potential pussy, then sleeping pussy, then no pussy, and a nap" Omar laughed heartily, causing Jax to smirk.

"Okay well, I never said it was smart, but it was the right thing to do she needed all the help she could get, plus she was gorgeous." Jax mumbled.

"Ah whatever man, if you say so, well, I need more sleep man, wanna hit the gym later?" Omar yawned, clearly still in bed.

"Yeah, sure, hit me up when you're alive" Jax replied letting his hand rest on his hip.

"Ite bruh, later man" Omar coughed.

"Later, brother" Jax countered.

Grabbing his coffee, Jax checked his mail, and sat down at his kitchen area; he checked the news on his flatscreen, fiddled with his phone, and opened some junk letters, when he heard a soft knock at the door. Rising slowly he checked the peephole and saw nothing, opening the door, a small orange bowl that smelled phenomenal met him, sinking to pick it up, he lifted the red cotton kitchen cloth and was in heaven, Muffins…huge beautiful muffins…Muffins that sparkled at him…big chocolate chip muffins smiled at him, giving one last look to the hallway he went inside, not before grapping the note under the bowl that sat on his doormat.

"I am so sorry for my behavior the other night, I was celebrating a friends birthday, and I guess I misjudged my state by the time I got home, anyway, I thank you for not disrespecting my home, or me, I thoroughly checked both my home and my body, all is as I left it

Anyway, I Had to ask a mutual neighbor where you lived as my memory was slightly foggy, but thought you'd appreciate the gesture, I was far too embarrassed to leave them myself, but I hope they fine you in good health.

Thank You,

Nomi, your Drunken Neighbor.

xx

He read the note, while he munched on the glorious muffin, it was amazing, smiling at the end, placing it down, and chomping on another muffin, before he jumped in the shower, changing into a dark green v neck t shirt, black fitted jeans, and black Timberlands boots.

He penned a note of his own before packing his gym bag and heading out the door, he rode up the elevator and popped the note down folded, sticking out from under the welcome mat and jogged back downstairs, he picked up his work check, grabbed a sub sandwich, and then sat with a coffee in the park, before his phone bleeped with a text for the guys to meet him at their gym.

The guys had a great work out where they talked about the previous night, all the guys had got laid, except Jax, and then they talked sport, random shit and helped spot each other on the weights.

He arrived home feeling refreshed and tired all at the same time, running a hand through his slightly damp dirty blonde hair, his eyes looked down to see a light orange note folded and sticking out of his welcome mat, a slow smirk creeping across his face, he bent to pick up the note and let himself inside his loft.

Jackson,

Thank you for the kind words, although I think you're being more generous than I deserve, I will however be more cautious in the future, you were right about that.

I'm glad you liked the muffins, it was a recipe from my Grandmother, she taught me well.

Anyway welcome to the neighborhood, I'm sure we'll see each other in passing, and don't hesitate if you need to borrow a cup of sugar or something.

Nomi.

Reading the note he found himself smiling again, she was elegant and graceful even on paper, and he itched to hear her voice again, he wanted to see her smile and see if she was truly as beautiful as he remembered, spritzing himself with a dash of cologne and a bit more deodorant he changed into a white v neck t shirt, black jeans, and brown biker boots, he adjusted his hair and grabbed his keys, heading for her door, if she wasn't home oh well, but it was worth a try.

He approached the dark red door and knocked firmly, waiting for any response.

"Coming! "a pleasant distant call came muffled from the other side, he wasn't particularly nervous, women never really made him nervous, he was curious however.

"Jackson, Hi…What…Hi" Nomi stammered, he suddenly realized she'd opened the door already, and was now looking at him, her beautiful, big brown eyes, is full Bambi effect at the shock of finding him on her doorstep.

"Catch you at a bad time?" he smirked, his voice low and steady, he rested his weight on her doorframe, and took his time to look at her, she was more gorgeous than he remembered, she wore a dark blue loose fitted off shoulder top, with black yoga pants, her hair down and minimal yet perfect make-up, she was nervously ringing a red and white kitchen cloth in her small hands.

"No, no, not at all, I was just cooking and getting ready to settle in for the night." She smiled back delicately, her voice small, but happy sounded, she too had a low deep rasp to her voice, the kind that you associate with a sore throat, but it was still feminine and sexy as hell, also kinda cute.

"Well, please don't let me keep you, I just wanted to say thank you in person, and formally introduce myself, I don't wanna interrupt your dinner or anything," he smiled back, appreciating the effect he was seemingly having, she would look at the floor, and lightly shuffle her feet every now again, constantly fiddling with the cloth in her hands as he looked at her while he spoke, he was making her nervous.

"Oh its fine, honestly you're not bothering me or anything, only thing you're probably disturbing is my plans to overfeed Phil." She giggled, briefly throwing her thumb behind her, to point into her apartment.

Phil? Great, she's got a man...Jackson inwardly frowned to himself, just his luck he thought.

"Well, you can send him my apologies, for interrupting you guys" he smirked, trying not to look too disheartened.

"Oh that fat cat doesn't care about anything, I was literally about to fill his bowl, when you knocked, um du wanna come in? it's just I've got something on the stove." She replied slightly squinting, now not sure if she'd broken some cardinal rule with the invite.

"You don't have to I was just thinking you might want a coffee or something?" She added, trying not to sound to eager.

Refusing to let her squirm any longer, Jackson looked down at his feet then looked up slowly, hitting her with a heart stopping dazzling smile of his own, it crept lazily across his face as he looked up to meet her eyes.

"Thought you'd never ask darling, I would love to" he smiled, as she turned her body extending her hand into her home, showing the way in.

Jackson obliged and followed through, he'd seen the place before but it looked different, the lighting was soft, and the place had a beautiful earthy, bohemian vibe to it, it was warm and vibrant. The layout was slightly like his own place, yet his was much more masculine, he had one plant maybe two if he could remember, and he liked it clean, masculine and minimal, almost clinical.

The same would not be said for Nomi's place, large plants, sat in pretty much every corner, or flat surface, deep rich colors ran through the open planed living/ kitchen area, and large paintings adorned an exposed brick wall in the living room, it was a woman's home, a clearly well-travelled, well cultured, earthy happy woman's home, he loved it.

"It's weird isn't it?" Nomi suddenly appeared next to him, the two of them staring at the vibrant art piece on her wall, it was an abstract bright piece that looked like a woman dancing in the wind, but he couldn't of been too sure.

"Not weird in a bad way, I think I'm just trying to figure out if I like it, I think I do" He smiled at her quickly licking his lips, she didnt see as she too was now staring at the artwork like she'd never seen it before, leaning her head lightly to the right.

He took the moment to slyly watch her, her side profile was a masterpiece in itself, she had a bold beauty mark that sat right on her collar bone, a place he couldn't wait to get his mouth on, she was smaller than him, around 5,5 possibly 5'6, she was a dinky little thing, but had a phenomenal presence to her, as he leant back slightly, pretending to get a better view of the painting he looked down at her ass.

Big Mistake…

If he wasn't a goner for the woman before, then Christ Jesus on a barstool he was now! If there was ever a more perfect, voluptuous, ample, round ass ever made, god kept it to himself.

"How do you take it?" Jackson's head snapped back to reality.

"I'm sorry? " He blinked at her, his neck slightly reddening, had she caught him ogling her, she still seemed in good spirits, so most likely not.

"Your coffee, or I have tea? What would you prefer?" Nomi, whizzed to the kitchen, tip toeing to grab things from cupboards and turning off nobs on the stove.

"Coffee's fine, thank you…black with 2 sugars." He finally found words as he perched on one of her barstools and the breakfast bar, he watched her ready his coffee, and brew herself a humungous mug of tea, he smirked as she carried it, it was nearly as big as her.

They seated themselves at the breakfast bar and talked for what seemed like an hour but was actually hours later, coffee turned into them sharing the dinner she had made, which then turned into a beautiful homemade cheesecake, followed by the sharing of a bottle of wine, and now they had come full circle, after Jackson helped her with the dishes, surprised and thankful he could move after the delicious impromptu feast she'd provided, he sang her praises, about her cooking kills, and vowed to return the favor soon, she took him up on the offer, and made silent note that he had secured a date with her, now they sat again at the breakfast bar, sipping coffee and tea, exactly where they started.

"God! Is that the time?" Nomi gasped looking at the clock in her kitchen, it read 12:43am, Jackson had been there for hours, not that she minded, he was wonderful to look at, and even more fun to talk to, he had an inappropriate boyish charm she liked, and it was pretty clear he liked her too, she let him off when she saw him checking her ass out in the living room, the large mirror to the left gave him away, but he never made a move all night, and was respectful, granted there was mild flirting on both parts, but it was fun, and he asked her out again, but she had classes and work tomorrow, or today, she needed sleep.

"Where did the time go? Feel like I just walked through the door" he laughed, rubbing a hand through his hair, taking another sip of his coffee and standing from the barstool.

"Well I better get outta your hair darling, thank you for letting me hang out with you tonight, I had great time Nomi" he smiled as he opened her door and stepped out into the hallway, he braced one hand on her doorframe and the other he slowly slid around Nomi's waist, pulling her flush against him for a soft hug, which she reciprocated by tip toeing and wrapping her hands around his neck.

Leaning back slightly, he locked eyes on her lips, and smiled.

"So when are you gonna let me return the favor, I'd love to take you out some time, do this again."

Nomi smiled, and looked down at his chest, he still had a hold of her, and she could tell, he wasn't letting go until he got an answer.

"Um, I'm free Thursday…If you are?" She lifted her head and smiled quickly.

"Well see you Thursday...7:30 okay?" Nomi nodded, and Jackson sealed the deal with a soft kiss to her cheek, lingering a fraction longer than was necessary to breathe her in, with a tight squeeze he let her go and proceeded to walk to the elevator.

Nomi smiled and tucked some hair behind her ear before coming back to earth.

"Hey! Don't you need my number?" She yelled as he got in the elevator.

"Why? You worried I won't know where to find you?" He smirked leaning back on the elevator wall as the doors closed. Nomi chuckled, and went into her apartment. The man was something else, cocky and charming, funny yet brooding at times, she could tell she was gonna like him.

It was a chilly Wednesday morning when Jax arrived to work, he'd settled into a steady routine of normal life since arriving in Chicago, no shoot outs or having to look over his shoulder, he couldn't say at times he didn't find it boring, the everyday hustle and bustle, but he was happy.

He'd gotten himself another Harley Davison and had a small circle of friends, he enjoyed spending time with, but his mind was still on the new burst of energy in his life. Nomi.

It had been a couple of days since they last spoke, she dropped in briefly on her way to work in the week and he regretted not taking her number down, he made a mental note to make sure he got it when he picked her up tomorrow, he missed talking to her when she wasn't around.

He learned a lot the evening they'd spent together she was 25, young but mature and grounded, she was as ambitious as she was beautiful, intelligent as she was cultured, she'd travelled a lot for a girl of her age, Asia, Africa and just did a stint in Australia, while balancing her studies, she owned a small clothing Boutique and had shared partnership in a small barista and bakery in the city with a friend. It occurred to Jax that what she lacked in years, she made up for in life experience and intelligence, she was a middle child of 3, her parents divorced but were still friendly, though she had a somewhat strained relationship with her father, he thought she was a little to free-spirited for her age, and upper middle class upbringing. Jax decided her father clearly mistook her desire to see the world and immerse herself in as many different ventures as she could as a lack of direction, rather than a choice to make memories and see the world and go for all it had to offer.

When talking, Jax tried not to stray too far from the truth, he told her he'd recently moved for a change, and a new start, he decided to omit his SAMCRO lifestyle and his sons, those conversations would lead in to muddy waters, his parents were dead, which was true, he felt it best to leave out how is mother met her end, his brother died of a heart complication and he told her he wanted to leave as there were too many bad memories back home.

He remembered how her eyes softened at the mention of his dead biological family, and his lack of happiness back in Charming, she had briefly taken his hand at the breakfast counter and assured him all pain was temporary, she was wise beyond her years, she'd been raised well, he found himself wondering if maybe she was too good for him, even though he had started over he still didn't feel as clean as he'd hoped, his mother's blood was on his hands, Bobby's blood was on his hands, Tara…there was so much blood on his hands, it couldn't shake the feeling trouble would follow, no matter where he went.

"Sup' man, what time you get here?" Mike snapped him out of his thoughts, removing his black Raybans as he walked up to find Jax working on the clutch of a beat up mustang.

"Not long, just thought I'd get started" he replied, wiping his brow as Mike tied his overalls to his waist.

"You seen that girl since you tucked her in the other night" Mike teased going over to work on a red Honda.

"Taking her out tomorrow actually" he smiled to himself at the thought.

"That was quick! How'd you swing that? Didn't you just meet her?" Mike quipped.

"Good old fashioned charm brother…I'm charming, haven't you heard?" Jax grinned, throwing an oil covered towel at Mike.

The two fell into easy conversation as three other mechanics strolled in and they all fell into the working day, it was a busy day and it rolled by quick, before they knew it, 5:45pm rolled round.

"Wanna grab a drink man?" Mike questioned, joining Jax by their respective Bikes.

"Nah ima head home, might meet you later if you still out".

They gave each other the half hug, half handshake and parted ways.

Jax pulled up to his apartment building to find a dolled up Jamie on his doorstep. Taking a deep breath he climbed off his bike and walked to the steps.

"Fancy seeing you here" she purred.

"Yeah, what a coincidence, whatchu doing here Jamie?" he cut to the chase not bothering with pleasantries, sure he was charming, but only when to who he wanted to be.

"Well I left my number, but I figured you lost it as my phone hasn't been ringing" she winked, pushing a finger to his chest accusingly.

"Yeah, look ive been busy-"

"That's what I figured" Jamie cut in before he could finish "I figured you must have had a good reason, and wanted to see me, you just didn't get round to it, so I thought I'd make it easy for you" she finished, taking a step closer to him.

Jax never suffered fools gladly, and there was something about Jamie that reminded him of the foolish Croweating sluts of Charming, it rubbed him the wrong way, he was over it.

"Now's not a good time Jamie" he sighed, not trying to hide his exasperation with the whole situation.

"Are you sure, I came all this way to see you, and you're not even gonna invite me up" she whined, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"You need cab money or something" he countered ignoring her attempt to be cute, he'd known a bunch of "Jamies" his whole life, they didn't take well to being told no, he could tell Jamie was gonna be a problem.

"What's wrong, are you mad at me?" she squawked, giving him an instant headache.

"Nothing's wrong, except I'm tired, wanna get in my house, and don't really see the point of this whole conversation, we made out in the back of a taxi a over week ago, I never proposed, and had no long term expectations, I picked you up in a bar Jamie, what did you expect?"

Jamie stared blankly at him for what seemed like an eternity, until he grew bored and walked around her, putting his key in the door.

He heard her mutter something under her breath before screaming taxi loudly into the street.

Approaching his door he let himself inside and set his things down, he was showered and in bed by 10:00pm feeling exhausted, looking forward to tomorrow.

….

Jax was home by 5:00pm wanting to get in a bit early, he showered and threw on a dark grey t shirt and black jeans with brown boots, splashing himself with a little deodorant and grabbing his leather jacket he took the elevator up to find the golden siren, who had invaded his thoughts and mind the past week, knocking on her door at 7:15pm sharp, he was not prepared for what he saw when she opened the door.

"You sir are early" she smirked opening the door fully, she stood with large pink rollers adorning her head, but that's not what shocked him, it was the dress, he thought she was curvy to begin with, but the dark burgundy dress that wrapped itself around her body like a second skin took his breath, no, snatched his breath right out his body, she stood with perfect make up, a slightly smokey hue to her dark orbs that intensified their amazing size and shape, a soft tint of colour to her gorgeous lips, she was mesmerizing, yes, he was definitely not prepared.

"Well you coming in? or did you come up here to tell me you changed your mind?" she giggled, one hand on her well rounded hip.

"Not at all, I'm just taking it all in darling" he smirked recovering flawlessly from staring at her like a love struck schoolboy.

"Oh really? Well what's the verdict?" she asked giving him a slow twirl.

"When I find the words I'll let you know kid" he chuckled, looking down and licking his lips, running a hand through his perfect hair and letting out a shaky breath.

Nomi giggled, and stepped aside letting him in. Once again he found himself feeling way too comfortable; throwing his jacket over the back of the sofa he took a seat.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be out in a few, there's beers in the fridge, help yourself!" she called from down the hall.

"Take your time, no rush" he called back, standing up, slightly adjust the semi wood in his jeans, he would never dare tell her how much her playfulness affected him, when she gave him the slow twirl at the door, his knees nearly buckled, she clearly knew how to play to her strengths but it was tasteful, the dress didn't show much, it was long sleeved, covered her chest, and stopped just under her knee, but the fit…god it fit her like a glove, every curve, every dimple, and the way it exposed her upper arms and glowing shoulders, he wondered if she was wearing underwear, the dress seemed like it wouldn't accommodate such a thing, to say he got hard instantly at the sight of her was a bit of an understatement.

"So where we heading, or is it a secret? Jax whipped round to the direction of her voice and was floored again, the hilarious rollers, even though he thought them cute, were gone, in their place now sat full bouncy waves that danced along her shoulders and down her back, her hair was longer than he remembered, he wasn't quite sure how it'd grown so quick, like he fucking cared, to be honest, he just enjoyed looking at her.

What would you prefer, you want me to tell you or surprise you?" he smiled as she reached for his bottle, taking a slow gulp he watched the column of her throat work as she swallowed, and felt himself harden again. Fuck.

"Ah surprise me, what the hell" she said slightly breathless, placing his bottle back in front of him, she watched as he picked it back up not missing a beat, and placed it to his lips, not worried about wiping the top, he held her eyes as he gulped, before placing the finished bottle back on the counter.

"Surprise it is then ma'am" he smiled his panty dropper smile at her at if he wasn't mistaken watched her cheeks slightly burn, it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, the soft reddish tint that flamed her neck and cheeks made him want to bend her over the counter right then and there, fuck their dinner plans.

"Well lets hit it then blondie" she giggled, throwing on another long black coat and grabing a gold clutch.

"Blondie!"

"You heard me" she countered, opening the door.

"Careful, sassy pants, you keep that up and you'll end up over my knee" he whispered low in her ear, being sure to tap the side of her hip, as he walked by her into the hall.

Walking to the elevator, he heard her giggle "sounds fun" under her breath as she locked up, he grinned pushing the button, as she came to wait by his side, he took her small warm hand in his and they walked in.

They took a taxi to a buzzing Italian restaurant, a line filtered out the door as they approached, Nomi, stepped out while Jax settled the fee, she offered to pay, but he wouldn't hear of it. As he came to her side, she linked his arm to brace against the cold, and just because she wanted to.

"Looks like a long wait" she muttered, cold air blowing out between her lips.

"Not quiet..." He murmered back, walking up to the dark haired hostess.

"Hey darling, Reservation under James" he smiled at her, the girls eyes lit up as she looked up at him, suddenly coming to her senses to notice Nomi as he pulled her tighter to his side, a sign of ownership and letting the girl know who he was with, she hid her disappointment well.

"Ah yes, Mike, mentioned you were coming, please follow me" grabbing two menu's she escorted them to a spacious booth, small white roses sat in the middle of the candle lit table" they got comfortable and handed her their coats and snuggled closer to one another, Jax draped an arm around the back of the booth to rest behind her while she perused the menu.

"God you certainly go all out don't you?" she peered up looking at their surroundings.

"Not really, to be honest this is the nicest place I've ever been in, In case you couldn't tell I'm more of a Burger and beer kind of guy darling."

"So why here? I don't think there's a burger anywhere on the entire premises" she smiled.

"Beacuase you deserve more than a burger."

"What if I like burgers?"

"Then you get to pick the place next time" he smirked tapping under her chin "But tonight you get wined and dined, order what you want, I want you to feel special, I asked my boy where he thought the nicest place in town was, so here we are."

Nomi smiled as she watched him turn back to looking at his menu, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as he tried to decide, he absently started to stroke the top of her shoulder exposed by her dress. Spending time with Jax was unnervingly easy, he was not afraid to take charge, and knew exactly what he wanted, it was refreshing, and the idea of him speaking about her to others, trying to pick the perfect place made her feel dizzy with delight, he was treating her like a princess, and it was definitely working, although she was no fool, she knew with a face like his, with charm and body to match, he did not have a hard time attracting the opposite sex, in fact if she recalled he was with a woman the night he met her, which reminded her.

"Um Jackson?" She spoke softly, suddenly feeling a tad nervous, sensing the change in her energy, Jax turned fully to look at her.

"What is it hun?" he asked gently, eyebrows furrowed.

"You don't have to answer, I know we're just starting out, but I was wondering, there was a girl that night an-"

"She's history…nothing happened between us anyway…that's not what I want." He cut in before she could work herself into a panic.

"What do you want" she murmered softly

"C'mon kid, you haven't figured that out by now?" he grinned

Smiling Nomi turned back to her Menu, just as a waiter approached, she didn't need him to spell it out, she'd heard enough, and she was more than satisfied with his answer.

"So you're trying to tell me you haven't been to a movie theatre since you were in high school?"

They were half way through their shared dessert, trading funny stories, laughing about their embarrassing moments, and somehow playing a less intense version of "I have never", to which Jax had admitted he hadn't seen a movie in the theatres for several years.

"Never found the time hun" he replied shrugging, and swallowing a mouthful of cheesecake… I mean who has the time, when your thwarting the FBI, running guns internationally, and dodging death every other day.

"That's weird" she accused, eyebrow raised scooping a spoonful of Pistachio Gelato in her mouth, Jax made sure to look up from the bowl to watch her inevitably lick her bottom lip, he wasn't disappointed as the shiny tip of her tongue made an appearance and swiped slowly across her lips.

"You're weird!" he threw back with a raised eyebrow and a wicked grin.

"How am I weird exactly?" Nomi squeaked, feigning offence, hand flat against her chest.

"You've eaten bugs!"

"Locusts are considered a delicacy in Thailand, its rude to decline if they're offered" she shrugged back taking another spoonful, her tongue darting out again to caress her lip, her doe eyes sparkling.

He couldn't take it anymore, he'd been semi hard since he left her apartment, alternating between flash images of her golden brown skin intertwined and engulfing him in a sweaty hot mess, to being amazed by her travels, amazing story telling skills, bossy nature, and just general uniqueness, girls back home weren't like her, they never left Charming, never did anything out of the ordinary, but there was a strength and boldness that drew him to her like a moth to a flame, she had some ways about her that reminded him of Tara, but thats where the similarity ended, Nomi was a woman all of her own; but that damn lip was gonna be the death of him, as she sat eating Cheesecake and Ice Cream she licked it often, sometimes accompanied with a small moan of enjoyment to the tastes that danced on her tounge, and Jax was hanging on by a thread.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she turned to look at him, spoon still stuck between her lips as she sucked on it like a happy child.

Smiling he wrapped his hand around hers and drew the spoon slowly through her lips, her eyes locked on his face, his eyes locked on those lips, placing a hand on her cheek he brought the tips of their nose together as her warm hand crept up his forearm, he gripped her to him, kissing her fully, slowly, deeply and with purpose, all the tension he had felt for the past week bubbly dangerously to the surface, pausing a millisecond he looked at her, eyes closed lips adorably swollen lips, her eyes fluttered open to see him before she grabbed his shirt and brought him back to her, they stayed that way for a moment, in their little booth, in a make out session to rival horny high schoolers, when Jax's hand crept up her inner thigh and under her dress, she sat up straight, becoming aware of her surroundings, breathing heavy, foreheads pressed together, she rubbed his chest absently, playing with the chain that hung around his neck.

"I think we should settle the bill" she whispered not looking up as the scruff on his chin rubbed against the baby hair on her forehead.

"Couldn't agree more" he whispered. Calling a smirking waiter over, the young Italian arrived at the the table bill in hand in a leather folder, he clearly had been privy to their antics and knew what the deal was, paying quickly and receiving their coats Nomi slid out the booth and stood first, looking back to Jax who was still seated, he nodded his head to her, signifying her to come to him, Nomi walked around to his side of the booth and stood with a somewhat confused look on her face. Not breaking eye contact Jax stood slowly, Nomi suddenly understood, as he rose she saw the problem, there was a very apparent bulge in his dark pants, turning her around in front of him, he used her body to protect his modesty, the steel ridge rubbing against the crack of her ass intermittently as they walked out the restaurant into the cold night air.

Nomi was on fire, feeling him, actually feeling him, sent her into a tail spin, whipping round she rose up on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck in the open street, crashing her lips to his, his strong arms wrapping around her small waist, running up and down her tight body, she was burning, she was slowly burning and he was standing by violently fanning her flames.

They broke apart long enough to hail a taxi, climbing in Jax promised to pay double the fare if the driver got them home in half the time.

Glued to one another the whole ride they made it home in record time, Nomi hopped out first giggling followed by a smirking Jax, grabbing a lapel of his jacket she headed for her apartment.

As soon as they were inside her apartment, they erupted, throwing her coat off her shoulders, Jax's lips still cemented to her own, Jax slammed her against the door, the hand cradling her head protecting her from any hard impact, he grinding his rock hard member against her center, the two in a sensual dance that consisted of stifled groans and heated tongues, he trailed a blaze of heatt from her bruised lips to the delicate skin of her collarbone, paying attention to the dark mole on her shoulder he had fantasized about previously, his name a stained whisper on her lips as he assaulted her senses, his large hands finding the ample globes of her breast, he squeezed and rubbed at her, while her small fingers wound their way into his hair.

Unable to hold off any longer he stood straight to pull her dress flush down her body, tugging harder as he went to push it passed her full hips, looking up to watch her giggle as he tugged, finally wiggling free, he knelt before her, pausing to take her in, she stood before him like the mother Mary, so regal, eyes full of lust and wanting, black lace covered her mound, her breast threatening to spill over the gold and black lace that confined them to her chest. Breathing in he didn't even pause before burying his face in between her legs and preceded to eat her through her panties, her knees buckled and he held her still with his rough hands on the outside of her thighs, keeping her straight against the door while he sucked her clit through the now soaking wet fabric, her moans and guttural cries music to his ears. It was heaven, Nomi was heaven, her scent and intoxicating mix of vanilla and salted caramel, her taste on his tongue tangy and sweet, needing more he hiked her right thigh up onto his shoulder, and slid her panties to the sighed before looking up in to her eyes, sweat misted her breast and chest, breathlessly she looked down, both locking eyes before he delved again into her sweetness, never breaking eye contact, he watched her as she watched him eat her alive. Nomi threw her head back unable to keep her eyes on him any longer, and gently bobbed up and down the door as she rode his face into delirium, running a hand through her hair and tugging on her own raven coloured locks, she groaned and whimpered, letting out a full blown squeal of delight that turned into a silent scream as Jax added one, then two, then three of his fingers into her tiny passage, the heat almost burning his fingertips, she'd be a tight fit, and the notion delighted him.

He pumped and sucked at her with determination, slowly stopping when she went rigid, and drowned him in her juices, he lapped at her like she was dessert.

When he pulled away from her, she slid down the door like a ragdoll, meeting him on the floor, she kissed him furiously, tasting herself, it was divine, holding his gaze she laid flush on the floor, while Jax watched her, running her hand down her stomach she held his eyes as she removed her panties and spread her legs, a dark strip of hair sitting atop her mound, emphasizing the glistening pinkness she exposed to him. Jax couldn't come out his clothes fast enough and was naked on top of her before he could blink, his lips meeting hers as he nipped at her bottom lip and sucked on her neck, rubbing the tip of his painfully engorged member up and down her dripping wet slit, he paused, lightly, wrapping his hand around her slender neck he looked into her eyes.

" .Move." she went to speak and he squeezed. "I mean it" he said with conviction. Before slowly rising off of her, on instinct, Nomi's hand went to her center, earning a sharp spank to the outside of her thigh.

She relented and held her hands to her bosom to diminish the risk of wayward touching breathing heavily, she watched his buttock clench as he walked lazily to his pants, removing a gold wrapper from his wallet, he returned to her, sitting on his heels, he put the wrapper between his teeth and ripped at it, rolling it on to his seemingly never ending length, she felt her mouth go dry at the sight.

Removing her hands from her chest, he unclipped her bra and watched her breast bounce free, they were perfect, taking a hard nipple into his mouth he sucked at her, alternating between painfully hard, to soul shatteringly soft, and watched Nomi unravel.

When he figured he'd tortured them both enough, he lined himself up and drove into her as deep as he physically could, a scream bursting through her lips as she scratched at his back, feeling him seemingly in the pit of her stomach, he was too big, any too deep, meeting resistance from her tight walls, he drew back, capturing her lips briefly, cradling her in one arm, her forehead pressed into the crook of his neck, he reared back, lifting her thigh and pushed deep inside of her again, her muffled groan setting fire to him, he pounded her with a few more deliberate strokes, before letting her head gently rest on the floor, setting into a steady rhythm they fucked like familiar lovers right on the floor, the sound of skin against skin, and wetness bounced off the walls.

He'd watched her come twice, watched her eyes roll and flutter in her head, watched her grip her breast with one hand and massage her clit with the other as she went over the edge, watched her scream his name, whisper filthy promises and babble incoherently to his gutter talk and saucy demands, and now he was sure he'd die if he didn't cum soon, lifting her legs to his shoulders, he sat up to deliver a more borderline violent rhythm, his heavy balls slapping against the crack of her ass with every thrust, reaching round to hold the back of her neck he finally let go with a low growl, endlessly spilling his seed into the battered condom.

Letting her legs fall he nestled his face in the crook of her neck as he shuddered from the aftershock of his monumental orgasm, stars danced in front of his eyes as she stroked his back, her fingers toying with his hair, as they laid in a tangled sweaty mess.

Both struggling to catch their breath, he became aware of Nomi's chest jiggling, sitting up to look at her, he found her smiling and giggling to herself.

"Something amuse you darling?" he asked breathlessly, running a hand through his damp hair, pushing it out of his face.

"It's just…" she began breathlessly, trying to stop her laughter and catch her breath.." who'd a thunk such a classy date would of ended up like this, we're a couple of sluts!" she squealed out, erupting into a fit of giggles, Jax unable to hold it in, laughed too falling back on top of her and resting in between her sweat sheened breasts.

Finally able to walk again, they rose from the floor, and ended up in her bedroom, going another couple of rounds, involving Jax taking he from behind, and Nomi putting him through his paces when she got on top a rode him into the promised land, he suddenly remembered Mikes statement and smiled to himself when he came, then they settled into a slow, romantic session that involved a lot of kissing and slow fucking, thy came together in a slow wave, the orgasm not as brutal as their previous, it was slow, and calm, he spilled himself deep inside her this time, not bothering with the condom, Nomi was on birth control, and they'd both been tested recently, once they had that quick talk, Jax couldn't rip the rubber off fast enough before sinking in her again, they finally called it a night around 2am.

After showering, changing the sheets and remaking the bed together they climbed in, the blue glow of the TV eliminating the dark room.

"I don't know where you came from, but I know you're running from a lot of pain Jackson" Nomi whispered, eyes fixed on the TV neither of them were paying attention to. Jax continued to make small circles on her hip through the sheet as he spooned her, he didn't say anything to her previous statement, instead waiting patiently for her to elaborate.

"I know there's things you're not ready to talk about, but I just want you to know, I'm happy you found me, I'm happy you're here, and when you're ready to talk about it, I'll be here…just don't hurt me, or lie to me, and we'll be okay." Lifting the back of his hand that was stroking her thigh, she lifted it to her lips, placing a soft kiss to the back of her hand before returning it to it previous settlement.

Jax kissed her hair, then her cheek, and watched her eyes close as she gave in to sleep, her words kept him awake though, although she meant to reassure him, they had the unfortunate opposite effect, before the idea of lying to Nomi was a topic of semantics, he wasn't lying, he was bending the truth, but now it was different, tonight his feelings cemented, he needed Nomi, like he needed to breathe.

He wondered if she could possibly love everything though, what would happen if she would ever find out the truth, what woman could love a man with his past, if she did fall for him, was it really him, or some reworked, polished version of him.

He decided to give up, before he gave himself a headache, curling into her tighter he wrapped a strong arm around her and closed his eyes, breathing in her scent, and letting the sound of her sleep laced breathing lull him into a peaceful nights rest.

The following morning

"Nomi's eyes fluttered open to find a sleeping Jaz next to her, one of his legs hanging of the bed and arm thrown over his eyes, and a very tasty semi bulge nestled under the sheets.

She let her fingers tickle his happy trail, before a strong hand gripped her wrist, a slow smile creeping along his face from beneath his arm covered eyes.

"Easy tiger" he grumbled, sleep heavy on his voice "two can play the game you're starting darling"

"Oh you're okay, I was simply admiring, I couldn't play even if I wanted to" Nomi groaned rolling on to her back putting an arm behind her head exposing a full breast from under the thin sheet.

"You sure about that?" Jax growled, looking at her with a twinkle in his eyes as he looked at her salaciously.

"Don't even think about it Mr…I'm gonna be walking like John Wayne as it is" she grumbled rubbing her tender abdomen.

"Aww poor baby, did I beat it up sweetheart? Apologies" he laughed, causing Nomi to reach out and smack him in the chest.

"Its not funny! I'm sore! Stop Laughing!" She squealed, hitting him again and laughing herself.

"I could always kiss it better."

"You aint kissing nothing Brute"

"Slut"

"Grandpa"

"Ow!"

After another inevitable round of good but gentle love making, Nomi hobbled into the kitchen, showered,fresh, and not extremely sore, but happy.

She gingerly moved around the kitchen, preparing fruit, bacon and pancakes.

"Wow, baby you weren't kidding, I'm sorry baby" Jax appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her hair and cheek after seeing her limping around the kitchen.

"Why don't you sit, I got this" he offered, sounding genuinely concerned for her, he'd be the first to admit, Nomi's pussy took him by surprise, he'd never had it so good, so tight, so perfect, judging by the scratches on his back he wouldn't be surprised if he did get carried away with her last night, poor thing was paying for it now though.

"Nah its cool, I'll manage, I took an Advil" she giggled as she cracked and egg into a bowl.

"Why don't you go get showered and come get some breakfast, you got work later?" Nomi questioned, wearing his large shirt while viciously whisked at eggs, causing her big butt to bounce deliciously.

"Um..nah..no work…I mean…I'm not working today, back Monday." Jax struggled to get his words out as his eyes zeroed in on that booty.

Nomi whipped round with a huge smile on her face.

"So does that mean I have you all weekend?" She gleamed.

"You aint working?" he mumbled stuffing a strawberry in his mouth.

"I am tomorrow, but just a half day, to do inventory and balance the books."

"Sounds good, I guess im all yours then kid, do your worse" He smirked, leaning against the breakfast bar.

"Psh…you already did." She mumbled before turning back.

Jax swatted her loudly on the ass before heading to the shower, he let the hot jets blast him as he stood, feeling relaxed and content, the smell of Nomi's breakfast wafting through the apartment. Life was good.

They ate and snuggled on the sofa for the better part of the morning, Jax let her be on the physical side of thing as he knew she was definitely still feeling him, it was completely caveman of him, but he kinda liked that she was in a little pain, she'd be feeling him for a couple days at least.

They parted ways long enough for him to go to his apartment and check on things, he checked his voicemail and called work and the boys, he'd told Nomi to come by later in the evening, she agreed if he'd let her take him out, he agreed, though he had no intention of letting her pay for a thing, she surprised him and took him to one of her favorites, a loud Wings and Burger joint, crazy girls in booty shorts and roller blades whizzing all over the place, they settled in the outside court, outside heaters keeping them warm, They ordered milkshakes burgers and fries and huge wings, and had a ball.

Jax hadn't remembered when life was so easy, so free, it occurred to him, he'd never just done normal fun things, it made him feel retarded, all his years on this earth, and this kid more than 10 years his junior was showing him how to live, he learnt something new about her and himself every moment he spent with her, she was a breath of fresh air.

"I mean it drop in any time" Jax said as she stood in her doorway at the end of the night, they'd had a great time and she'd surprised him with Movie tickets, he'd laughed at scooped her up in a lazy kiss.

"I will, I promise, but you need to go see your boys, and I need to get some sleep, lets take a couple days to come down babe, can I come see you Monday night" she asked reaching up to the balls of her feet to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Of course you can Ms Daniels, go relax, get an early night kid" Kissing her nose then lips, he released her and let her go into her apartment, he knew deep down she was right, if it was up to them, they'd shut the door and never come out. However life goes on, Jax texted the guys, explaining his absence and why, they simultaneously texted they were coming over immediately for details, so much for a quiet night in.

"So you two are like together, together?" Mike asked holding a beer in the air

"Yup" Jax nodded, leaning back against the counter In his kitchen.

"She fine?" Omar whispered, like it was a secret.

"Yup" Jax nodded again.

"So what happened to Jamie" Mike countered slightly confused.

"FUCK Jamie!" Both Jax and Omar growled in unison.

"Okay, okay, so what is she blonde, Irish/Latina? All American, so far all we've heard is shes a floor above us and she beautiful, give details man!" Mike clapped his hands together as if ordering a grand unveiling of something.

Jax took another deep gulp preparing for the pandemonium he was sure his next statement would bring.

"She's black…" he said into the bottle before bringing it to his lips again.

Silence…

"I said she-" Jax started.

"Oh no, we heard you" Omar said, holding a hand in the air.

Mike and Omar both looked at each other before laughing loudly and coming round the counter to engulf Jax in a group hug.

"Ah welcome brother" Omar laughed patting Jax on the back.

"Was it everything I told you it would be man?" Mike giggled ruffling Jax's hair, for grown men his friends acted like frat boys, he loved it.

"So? Was it" Omar jeered, shrugging his shoulders.

"Jax looked into his bottle of beer again. "Nah…it wasn't" he shrugged, before setting the bottle behind him and staring at the two who looked confused as fuck.

"It was better" Jax laughed before being bear hugged again by his two crazy friends

"I told you boy!" That "Good good" will getcho ass boy! Then you got!" Omar started shouting to no one in particular as he bounced around the kitchen.

"Its not just that man" Jax started, regain some composure. "She different, she's thoughtful, funny, sexy, coy and smart and feisty but underneath it all you can tell she's just a sweet heart you know?" Jax finished looking at Omar and Mike who stared at him deeply, in silence.

"Shit" Omar whispered.

"I know" Mike smirked.

"What? What'd I say?" Jax chipped as he stared at the two dumbly.

"Bruh!" Omar smiled

"What!" Jax snapped, getting frustrated.

"Dude! You love her!" Mike gasped, a genuine smile creeping across his lips.

"Man-" Jax started to protest but was cut short by Omar.

"Man, nothing, you didn't see your face when you were talking about her, it's nothing to be mad at Bro', if she's all the things you're saying she is and she makes you happy go for it brotha' life is to fucking short!" Omar sealed his point with a concurring high five from Mike. Jax leant back on the counter and silently agreed.

Maybe he did love her after all, who knew.

The weeks past with ease and Nomi and Jax fell into an easy, sex-filled happy routine, when they weren't working they were either fucking each other's brains out, enjoying the nightlife of Chicago or simply chilling together with their mutual friends, who loved them as a couple and openly encouraged them to run with the fast paced turn their union was currently pursuing.

It was a mild breezy Saturday night, and Jax was currently getting his shoulders rubbed on his living room floor as he sat in between Nomi's warm legs, her thick thighs heating his shoulders, his left hand making ministrations on her inner ankle while they watched TV.

"So my parents are coming to visit next week" Nomi spoke softly while she worked on a knot in Jax's left shoulder.

"Yeah?" there was a silent question in how Jax responded, Nomi didn't wanna push but it was becoming the elephant in the room, they would sometimes call when he was around, and they knew she was seeing someone and was happy. However she may of left out the part about him being a mysterious white guy, who popped out of nowhere more than ten years her senior.

"Well…Do you wanna meet them?" She rubbed a little absently while she waited for him to answer.

Jax stared pensively into the TV while holding his beer near his leg, clearly in deep thought.

"Du want me to meet them?" He finally responded, not shifting his gaze from the screen.

"Only if you want to, I mean, I feel like its time… I love you, I'm sure they will too." Nomi smiled to herself as she continued to lovingly massage his other shoulder.

Jax looked into his bottle and smiled realizing Nomi hadn't noticed her slip. She loves me.

Jax had been in love for quiet sometime, but hadn't made the move to say as such to her. The realization of the weight of his feelings sometimes weighed heavy on his heart, he found himself think more of his boys,he wondered how they were growing without him.

Opening his heart to another had also opened his heart to a flood of emotions he thought he'd set aside, His boys, Tara, Wendy, Bobby, the guys back home, all of it suddenly seemed to creep into his thoughts more and more. It was approaching the holidays and he would have been gone nearly a year, he wasn't sure how he wanted to start the New Year. He found himself wanting to merge the two, his new life with Nomi, the colourful, sexy, fierce warm light in his life, oddly with the darkness of his past, he wondered what the guys would make of her, he wanted them to see him happy, he missed them. Although flawed in every way his past was his past, plus the more time he spent with Nomi, the more anxious he became about her finding out herself, although the chances slim, he still didn't enjoy lying to her face about who he was.

"It's okay, you don't have to, we can see where we are in the New Year and go from there?" Nomi's small voice brought him back to reality and out of his daydreaming, hearing the disappointment in her voice, she'd also stopped rubbing his shoulder and was now squished in the corner of the sofa hugging her knees to her full breast, staring at the TV.

"Darling, I would love to meet them, I didn't mean to…I just dazed out, got a lot on my mind, next week sounds like a good idea" rising from the floor he came to sit in front of her, balancing his chin on her knees, forehead pressed to hers, giving her full "forgive me" face.

"You're just saying that" Nomi stared at his lips, refusing the eye contact he was searching for.

"I can promise you sweetheart, if I don't wanna do something, it doesn't get done…your family is important to you, so they're important to me…you're important to me" Jax watched her brown orbs float up to meet his cerulean eyes.

Reaching round to stroke the back of her neck, playing with the curly baby hair his fingers found at her nape, he smirked as her cherub features, spread into a pearly white, baby dimpled huge grin.

She leaned in slowly and planted a chaste kiss on his stubbly cheek, earning a look of smug disapproval from Jax, conceding she leant in again planting two kisses, one to each cheek; still not impressed, Jax stared her down, the lopsided grin of his never moving from his face as he slowly shook his head. Nomi sat up taking the bait and slid a small hand down his hard bare chest and abs to land just above the waistband of his grey sweatpants, before leaning in to suck and bite his bottom lip.

Jax's eyes fluttered briefly before regaining control. He loved the girl, her confidence, her scent, and her feminine wiles, but new man or not, he wasn't gonna let her turn him into an eye- lash fluttering, "come in his pants" pussy, and that is exactly what was gonna happen if she kept up her teasing.

Grabbing her by legs, he drug her down the sofa to lay her flush on her back, sitting on his heels he tugged her (well actually they were his boxers) down her legs, leaving her bare from the waist down. She lay breathless underneath him as he nibbled and licked on her midriff, her pelvic bone, dipped his tongue in her belly button and kissed on her ribcage, raising her Tommy Hilfiger sports bra to expose her rigid nipples, Jax gave them both a quick suckle before he flipped her, causing air to expel from her lungs as he took her by surprise, suddenly cloaking her from behind, his rock hard cock resting itself in the crack of her ass while he sucked on her earlobe.

Neither had said a word since they started, just the heavy sound of breathing, and the desperate moans and whimpers of Nomi crept through the room.

"Please…" Nomi's voice sounded foreign to her, too raspy, too stained with lust, too heavy, too light

"Too… much" she ground out, as Jax's hand and fingers worked her over from behind, she laid face down in the sofa, arms outstretched to grip the arm of the chair, Jax, naked as the day he was born, straddled her like she was a prize pony, two fingers pulsing her heat while she squirmed on his hand, he took his other hand and splayed it on her lower back in an effort to keep her still, but found the simple action only turned him on more, the slowed exploration of his fingers inside her becoming a brutal exercise on seeing how much Nomi could take, and testing how long Jax could hold out for.

Reaching his limit he withdrew his hand, being sure to coat himself thoroughly in her essence, he gave his strained cock three long strokes, and lined his glistening member at Nomi's center, with her legs pressed together it was almost impossible to fit as he meaningfully thrust himself in her tight heat, white light flashed before his eyes as her muscles squeezed and pulled at him, her pussy hungry for more, he'd be dammed if she wasn't gonna get it all, rearing back he thrust forward for a second time, burying himself to the hilt, his balls flush against her. Nomi's babble and faux cries could be heard through the pillow she was currently biting, Jax settled into a robust and wild rhythm, moving the couch slightly with each dip, and thrust of his hips, his balls ring off loudly against the skin of Nomi's plump behind, lifting her hips slightly with both hands, he dug deeper and harder until he felt her clench on his cock, erratic pulsing within her walls milking him for all he had, a low groan and a burst of air spilling from his lips as he fell over the edge right with her.

"I don't think I'll make it to next week if you keep this up" Panting she rolled on her side to be enveloped in a clammy spooning position by Jax.

"It'd be an alright death though wouldn't you say? Balls deep and smiling, I could think of worse ways to go" He chuckled wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.

"Such a slut" she giggled nudging him with her elbow, before slowly rising off the sofa to hop to the bathroom.

Jax watched her ample bottom bounce and sway as she shuffled down the hall, he wasn't surprised when he felt himself harden again, hearing the shower start, he shed himself of the sweatpants around his ankles and rose from the sofa, he was sure Nomi could use a hand scrubbing her back, and being the chivalrous man he was, he was gonna go help his lady out.

Next week…

"Hun I've never been good with Dads, moms? Sure! But Dads have never liked me for some reason" Jax mused as he stared at the label of a box of Mac'n'nCheese.

"Urm, that's because you have a face that says "I've been dicking your daughter down sir…well!" of course they don't like you! Would you like you if you were a father!" Nomi laughed and swiped the carton from Jax chucking it absently in the cart, fixing the collar on his black and red plaid shirt before pushing down the aisle.

Jax smirked but grabbed something else to stare at harshly, if he was a father?.. He was a father…He was being the best one he could be at this moment, he barely knew who he was half the time, it wouldn't be fair to drag his boys through it too, they would be okay, they were in good hands, they deserved their fresh start too.

"You coming?" as per usual Nomi's warm rasp, snapped him out of his dark thoughts.

"Right behind ya doll" he smirked, adjusting his black rimmed glasses he followed the sway of her hips, eyes glued to her ass all the way to the tills.

Paying for their groceries they headed home, chatting away in the car and laughing at stupid shit Nomi had offered to come up to his apartment and make dinner, it was weird having both apartments, they were practically living together already.

"Don't forget you gotta do the dishes when I'm done, I'm not doing all the work pretty boy!" Nomi chuckled climbing the outside steps.

Coming to a slow pause she realized Jax still stood on the side walk. Eyes glued to the end of the street.

"Everything okay?" She smiled, coming down to stroke his cheek softly.

Jax was paralyzed, he physically couldn't move, he could be imagining things, maybe he was hallucinating, because this couldn't be, not now. It didn't make sense.

"Nomi, go on up, I'll meet you up" he snapped out a little harsher than intended, his jaw ticking as his eyes stayed glued down the streets. Nomi stared at Jax perplexed.

"Whats wron-"

"Nomi, Go!" he growled.

Nomi backed up and walked inside grocery bags in hand, just as the loud roar of 5 black motorcycles rode by slowly, Jax squared up and watched them roll by, his face hard his jaw clenched, there would be no incident, this wasn't a hit, it was a message, someone wanted to make their presence known to him, and it wasn't to welcome him to the fucking neighbourhood, which meant it must be a threat, and if it was a threat, someone must want him to know, they know, exactly who he is.