Rating: M

Disclaimer: I own nothing still.


Tara sat on her stool at the bar slowly nursing her beer, even though Church was still going on the party had already started. To the causal observed Tara looked quite sober as she slowly sipped her beer. Tara was instead pleasantly drunk, this may have been her first beer but there quite a few empty shot glasses lined up around her. Tara always felt uncomfortable at the clubhouse so tonight a little liquid courage was just what she needed to get the party started. That said, the party was always going, and partying was not exactly Tara's cup of tea. Sure she enjoyed the occasional party and drunken night but with SAMCRO every night was a party. Or it was better to say that with Jax every night was a party. After they had graduated high school Jax had moved out of his mother's house into a room above the clubhouse. To give him 'more freedom or whatever' not that Gemma ever tried to stop him when he lived at home. But now that Jax lived upstairs from the party happened Tara found herself trying harder and harder to keep up with him. Where most nights she had school work or work to deal with, Jax was out partying.

She found herself sleeping alone for the first time since she was 15; she actually began to miss sneaking around behind Gemma's back. It would be a lie to say that Tara never wondered if Jax was sleeping alone because more and more it crossed her mind. She knew Jax loved her and she did trust him for the most part. However Tara was in no way stupid enough to believe that girls were not throwing themselves at her boyfriend left and right. And now that he lived at the clubhouse she was positive that all those sweet butts automatically assumed that since Tara wasn't around all the time Jax was a free agent.

Caught up in her own thoughts Tara didn't notice her boyfriend come in and sit in the back of the room. Nor did she notice the leggy blonde who had decided his lap was the only place to sit. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Opie placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Jesus, Ope you scared the shit out of me," she laughed and waivered a little on her stool. Opie placed his hand on her arm to steady her.

"Tara, how much have you had to drink?" Opie asked unable to hide the amusement from his voice. Opie had only seen Tara this drunk maybe two other times, and if he hadn't seen it before he would have never believed she was drunk.

"A beer…and some whisky…and tequila…but not that much see" She motioned to the seven or so shot glasses sitting around her.

Opie just laughed. Tara wasn't a heavy drinker; usually she'd have a beer or two.

"Opie, where is whatsherface I had to drink by myself!" Tara whined as she gave him her best-drunk smile.

"Oh, Jen. She um broke up with me because I um couldn't commit or some bullshit like that," he sheepishly admitted to her.

"Opie we need to find you a good girl so I can have a drinking buddy," she whispered loudly to him.

"Also where is my boyfriend, I need to speak with him" as she said the word speak she nudged Opie in the chest.

"He's around here somewhere I think he went to go talk to Chibs," Opie said as he glanced around the room. He instantly regretted telling Tara where Jax was. Tara was drunk which meant as soon as she saw the blonde crow eater sitting on Jax's lap she was going to do something to get back at him. Sober Tara would be calm; drunk Tara would do something stupid.

Tara's eyes widened as she found Jax who was laughing at something Chibs had said. The blonde who was sitting on his lap just confirmed Tara's fear. Her mind clouded with the whisky and tequila from before searched the room for a way to make Jax equally as jealous. Her eyes landed on Happy, he would be perfect he was high enough up on the food chain that Jax wouldn't beat the shit out of him and he also was not as creepy as Tig. She got up slowly, looked at Opie and walked over. She whispered something in Happy's ear, and then pointed at Jax who had still not seen her. The two made their way to dance floor and began to dance, swaying in time to the music.

Jax sat there next to Chibs just idly talking about club shit; the blonde perched on his lap was pushing her fake tits in his face, not that he was complaining. His girlfriend was nowhere to be seen so what she didn't know wouldn't kill her. Tara was his old lady and all but it didn't mean that he couldn't look at other girls right? And who was he to rude and push this nice young lady away.

"Oh damn, looks like Happy's going to get happy tonight," whooped Chibs. The Tacoma President currently had some pretty brunette wrapped around him on the dance floor.

Jax swiveled his head to get a look at Happy, and just at that moment they saw the brunette's face. It was as if everyone had seen her face at the same time, and immediately all eyes were focused on Jax, waiting to see his reaction.

"Chibs, what the fuck is she doing?"Jax grunted out trying to keep his anger at bay.

"I think she may have seen you brother," the Irishman said as the blonde that was on Jax's lap was shoved over to his.

"Hey darlin" he said grinning at the blonde.

"Now Jackie boy, this is Happy and the fucking love of your life don't pull any stupid shit," Chibs said, this was certainly going to be a night to remember.

"How long has she been here," he asked as Opie took Jax's seat. The blonde biker quickly rushing over to confront his girlfriend and deal with the scene she was causing.

"Um, the whole time, which is more then enough time to consume more then enough Jack and Jose to make this an interesting night," the younger man replied.

Jax walked over to where his girlfriend and Happy were dancing, if you could call it that. Happy had his hands on Tara hips and she was grinding on him in time with the pulsing music. Happy nodded his head at Jax.

"Mind if I cut in, brother?" Jax asked Happy already moving out of the way.

"Not at all, have fun brother," Happy said as he went back over to where Clay and Bobby were sitting.

Jax placed his hands on Tara's hips and pulled her close, she had yet to look at him or ever speak to him.

He leaned down and whispered in her, sweeping her hair off her neck.

"Tara, baby, what the fuck was that all about?" he bit out softly. Tara could tell from the tone of his voice, that he was pissed.

"Oh so nice to see you Jackson. What get bored with that little blonde slut or is that how you like them these days," Tara spit out grinding into Jax just a little bit harder. Oh if Tara wanted to play that game it was on, Jax thought as he ground his dick into her ass hard. Tara's eyes widened as she felt his erection pressing hard on her ass.

Jax moved his hands from her hips and slowly turned her around to face him. Now as they stood face to face with each other Jax leaned down and whispered.

"I'm so sorry baby. You know I love you"

As soon as those words past Jax's lips Tara had already decided on a plan of action, it wasn't really ok but now was not the time to deal with it. It was probably the alcohol talking but Tara knew she needed to make a point to both Jax and whatever other sweet butt wanted to try and stake a claim to her man.

Tara didn't respond instead she grabbed the back of Jax's head and smashed her lips into his hard. Jax eagerly responded and returned her kiss with just as much forced. Their tongues dueled for control. Tara started to nibble on Jax's lower lip and her hand ever so slightly grazed his jean-clad crotch. As she moved her hand back up to his neck Jax moaned at the loss of contract. He broke off the kiss to grab her hand and lead her towards the stairs to his room.

The sudden applause reminded Tara exactly where she was. No amount of liquor could stop the blush to appear instantly on Tara's cheeks or her sudden need to bury her face in Jax's leather clad shoulder.

As soon as they reached the stairs however, Tara's lips were back on Jax's kissing him with the hunger as before. She hooked her arms around Jax's neck and kissed him even deeper. Jax reached down to grab her ass to pull her closer, as soon as his hands reached her ass Tara wrapped both legs around his waist. Jax knew he wasn't going to last much longer when he felt Tara expertly grinding on him in just the right way. Never breaking the kiss as he lead them upstairs, Jax knew he had to get up them into his room quick. Drunken Tara might have been ok with fucking in plain sight in the stairwell of the clubhouse but sober Tara would never be able to get over the embarrassment.

Tara's hand slipped down and expertly undid Jax's belt and the top button of his jeans. At this Jax finally broke the kiss.

"Babe, you gotta slow down for just a second, ok we're almost there," with that Jax moved faster then he thought possible up those stairs.

Tara just nodded her head and started leaving hot open mouth kisses down Jax's neck, collarbone and adam's apple. Tara laughed as Jax fumbled with the doorknob to his room, after letting off a string of curses he finally got it open. He had just managed to kick the door shut when he shoved Tara rather roughly up against the wall. The second her feet hit the ground Tara felt Jax slide his hands up her shirt and touch her tits under her shirt, he was pleasantly surprised to find them braless. Her fingers had already pushed the cut off his shoulders and were already undoing the buttons on his plaid shirt and biting and sucking as she opened each button. Jax groaned as she moved lower and lower getting closer and closer to his waistband, as Tara planted a kiss on his hipbone, Jax tensed instinctively as she got closer and closer. Instead of doing what he she placed a chaste kiss over his jean-clad erection and moved back up towards his face.

She then stood up and pushed him towards the bed until the back of his legs hit the bed and he lay down. Tara stood above him and pulled off her shirt exposing her tits for him.

"Jackson Teller, you hurt my feelings today. How exactly do you plan to make it up to me?" Tara asked in the sexiest voice she could muster at the moment. Had she sobered up more then she was, she would have felt embarrassed about what she had just said. But since she was still at least tipsy, she would worry about being stupid later.

"Well, darlin', I can think of few ways I can make it up to you," he said suggestively, his voicing trailing off as he paused to leer at her as she unbuttoned her pants and slid down her pants and underwear and stepped out of them. And there she stood in the middle of his messy room above the clubhouse completely exposed. Tara suddenly became embarrassed of her nakedness and instinctively moved her hands up to cover herself up. This had all seemed like a good plan a few minutes ago, now standing there naked with Jax just looking up at her she was regretting her plan.

Jax's hand pulling her down on the bed shook her out of her thoughts. As he moved her hands aside to look at her, he whispered, "Tara, sweetheart, you're beautiful."

All of Tara's fears were gone as Jax started to kiss her neck. First gentle kisses and slowly they became rougher and harsher as Jax moved down her body. Stopping just above her tits he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked, his other hand slowly circling and pinching the other one. As he worked both of her nipples alternating between his mouth and his hands, Tara withered underneath him, moaning and moving her body in order to gain greater contact. He felt her grind into him, harder and harder trying to hit that spot she so desperately wanted to hit. Sensing her idea, Jax moved one her body and inserted two fingers in her. Tara hissed in pleasure and buckled underneath him. Jax smiled to himself and sped up his rhythm.

"Jax please, more please," Tara breathed out, knowing that she was getting desperately close. As her inserted a third finger and began to circle her clit with his thumb Tara knew that she was going to explode any time. Tara reached up her hands and placed them on Jax's wrists to stop him.

"No, baby I want you inside me. Fuck me Jax please." This was all Jax needed to hear, he sat up and unbuttoned his pants all the way and pushed them and his boxers down to his knees, he needed this too much to bother with undressing all the way. Tara reached up and stroked him as he positioned himself directly at her entrance. With a quick nod Jax thrust into her roughly, he grabbed her thighs to give himself more leverage and moaned her name as Tara hooked her ankles around his back bringing him in closer and deeper. Nothing about this was gentle and loving like they normally were, Jax set the pace fast and hard, grabbing at Tara's hips. He was positive that there would be bruises on her hips in the morning, just like he could already see the scratches forming on his back as she ran her nails down his back. No one was whispering sweet nothings; all that could be heard was the slapping of where their bodies met and competing moans.

"Fuck Tara you are so tight" Jax managed to get out before he was sure he could no longer form complete sentences.

"Jax please harder, I'm about to come." With that Jax increased his bone-shattering pace, which sent Tara over the edge, as she came she screamed his name pulsing all around him. That was all Jax needed and he followed her there grunting her name as he slumped over on top of her. It took a few minutes for them to recover but both had the same sloppy grins on their faces. Jax gathered Tara up in his arms and they both crawled into bed. Jax had pulled his boxers back on and Tara was covering herself up in his plaid shirt.

"Baby, that's a good look for you," he said as he planted a kiss on her forehead and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in tight, burrowing his head into her neck; inhaling the scent of her hair.

"Love you, Tara"

"Love you too, Jax"

"I'm glad you had a good night in spite of everything, babe. I really am sorry, I hope this made up for it," Jax chuckled as his entire apology was met with snores. He knew tomorrow Tara would need to actually talk about what happened. And he was ok with that. They'd deal with everything in morning.


I'm not really sure where I'm going to go from here. I have a few ideas rattling around in my brain. So we'll see.