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Early morning sunlight filtered in through the thin curtains of the dorm room, smacking Jax in the face. He groaned and squeezed his eyes tighter before burrowing further into the warmth of his bed. He didn't realize that he wasn't alone until his nose connected with a lock of lavender and mint scented hair.

Jax pried open his eyes, trying to ignore the slight headache that pounded at his temples and acid churning in his stomach. As he silently vowed to himself never to drink again, he looked to his right. He was greeted by a waterfall of shining brown hair. Jax used a ringed hand to push some aside, revealing a face he adored.

Lennan was on her back, facing away from him. Her mouth was slightly parted and he could hear her gentle breathing. She had one arm resting over her stomach, the other one flung over her head, several strands of long hair intertwined with her fingers. The sight of her peaceful face and her early morning beauty made Jax's breath catch in his throat.

He smiled and leaned back, slightly sitting up against his pillows. Running a hand over his face, the night before came back to him in a flash. The drinking and the weed, the crow eater, him undressing, puking, and Lennan taking care of him. But the thing that stood out the most in his mind was the kiss.

Jax had been with quite a few women due to his involvement with the Club. But no one had ever intoxicated him the way Lennan did, especially from only a kiss. Granted, he had been three sheets to the wind. But it had been so much more than that. He knew that if he would have been stone-cold sober, he still would have felt the world spin.

Jax admitted to himself that whenever he was around Lennan and her loving, comforting presence, he forgot all the things he worried about. He forgot the fact that he was a Prospect, that he didn't know what to do with Tara, how much he missed his dad. Everything seemed to fade away with her.

He ran his hand through his hair and glanced at Lennan as she flipped to her stomach. She was facing him now, her hair flowing down her back and splayed over her pillow, blanketing her in a mermaid-like fashion. She breathed out a little moan that did something to Jax low in his belly, and he watched as she scrunched her nose a couple of times, finally raising a tiny hand to scratch it.

Jax silently chuckled, watching as she settled down again. She heaved a little sigh. He looked at the clock on the dresser, seeing how early it was. Looking back down at the peaceful beauty next to him, he decided to lay back down for a while.

Jax scooted down and put his head on his pillow, gently pulling her to him, her head laying in the crook of his neck. One of her hands pressed to his side while the other was balled into a little fist under her chin. She sighed contentedly, nuzzling into his neck further. Jax smiled and kissed the top of her head before falling back into a dreamless sleep.


Lennan jolted awake to someone pounding on the door. She was in a cocoon of warmth, the blankets over her while Jax held her tightly. She started to shift, wondering when he had wrapped himself around her like that, when the pounding vibrated through the room again.

She felt Jax wake up and felt his chest rumble as he groaned. "What?" he yelled as the pounding rang out again. Lennan jumped a little, pulling back to look at him with wide eyes and a smirk. He smiled down at her sheepishly. "Sorry, darlin'," he said, giving her a quick squeeze and a kiss on the forehead before standing up.

Lennan looked at him for a moment, taking in his tanned, built body, astounded that that had been holding her so closely when she woke up. She shook the thought from her head before pulling herself up out of the bed. Straightening her clothes, Lennan began working her long hair into a braid as Jax jerked on the jeans he had discarded the night before. He buttoned them as he swaggered to the door, yanking it open as the knock sounded again.

"Jacky boy," Chibs said, his accent thick with fatigue. It was obvious that he had partied hard the night before, and he was now regretting it. "Ye best get yer ass outside. Tara's brewing up a shit storm, and Gemma ain't too happy," he announced, looking over Jax's shoulder at Lennan, who was pulling on a wrinkled SAMCRO sweatshirt she had found in one of the dresser drawers. Chibs wasn't even phased, and gave her a bright smile as she made eye contact with him. "Mornin', lass. There's coffee in the kitchen if yer feelin' the need for a wake-me-up."

"Thank you, Chibby," Lennan smiled. Chibs gave her a nod before making his way down the hallway toward the kitchen. Jax groaned and ran his hand through his hair. Picking up his shirt from the night before, he threw it on before pulling on his cut. He looked at Lennan, who was standing there looking as if she wanted to say something.

Jax walked up to her, pulling her to him. "What, darlin'?" he mumbled, pinching her long braid between two of his fingers and rubbing it gently. She looked up at him, and he could tell she was slightly embarrassed.

"Look, Jax. About last night," she began. Jax knew that she was feeling unsure about herself. He could see it in her expressive eyes.

Lennan opened her mouth to continue, but Jax silenced her by bringing his lips down to hers. Her eyes grew wide for a moment, but then she melted into his kiss, bringing her arms around his neck while he pulled her as close to him as he could. He bit her bottom lip lightly, sucking on it just enough to make her whimper, before soothing it with his tongue.

He pulled back and gazed down at her. Lennan had a dazed expression about her and a happy smile on her face. "Last night was not a drunken mistake for me, babe. I knew what I was doing, just like I do now. It's something we need to talk about," he promised, reluctantly pulling away from her. She sighed and nodded, following him as he took her hand and led her to the door.

Jax paused to lock it behind them. He turned back to her, grasping her hand again, and they made their way into the main room of the clubhouse. It was an absolute wreck. Bobby was asleep on the pool table with the pretty crow eater Lennan had seen giving him a lap dance the night before. Her chest was out for everyone to see, and Jax watched with amusement as Lennan blushed and looked away. Happy was on top of the bar, curled in a ball and snoring. Several crow eaters littered the couches, as well as patches from various charters. It had definitely been a good party.

Lennan looked up when she heard the clubhouse door slam open and high heels clicking across the floor. From the way the sleeping figures acted, one would think each click was a gunshot. Groans, moans and whimpers rang throughout as Gemma Teller-Morrow made a beeline for her son. And boy, was she mad.

The Queen of Charming paused for a second when she saw her son and her favorite girl holding hands, but filed it away for later examination. There were more important things to worry about right now. Turning her attention to the blue eyed blonde in front of her, Gemma put a hand on her cocked hip.

"Jackson," she snapped, pointing a manicured fingernail at the door she had just entered. "Your girlfriend is out in the parking lot raising hell because you never called her back." Gemma placed a hand on her forehead. "Go out there and calm her down. The garage is open until three today for pickups. We don't need her scaring the customers, dammit!"

Jax heaved a deep sigh, then nodded at her. "Got it, Ma. You don't have to worry," he stated. He released Lennan's hand and kissed her forehead before pecking his mom on the cheek and swaggering to the door. Lennan rolled her eyes at his back, then risked a glance at Gemma, who was looking at her curiously.

"Don't ask," Lennan stated. Gemma grinned and held up her hands in defense. They made their way into the kitchen, where Chibs was leaning against the counter and sipping a cup of coffee. He made a contented sound before smiling at them.

"Mornin' again, Gemma. And hello again there, lass," he chuckled, throwing the young girl a wink. Lennan's eyes went wide and Gemma looked at Chibs curiously.

The matriarch went to the coffee pot, pouring two cups. "Again?" she asked, handing one to Lennan, who gratefully took it. Gemma turned to rest against the counter. She looked from a smirking Chibs to Lennan, who was busying herself by putting creamer in her cup, making it much sweeter than she usually did. Anything to keep from looking into the assessing eyes of Gemma Teller-Morrow.

"Aye," Chibs answered. He attempted to cover his chuckle with a cough before setting his coffee cup in the sink. "Little lass here was in with Jacky boy when I got him about Tara. Looked a bit like she was just wakin' up, too. Now, if you two lovely ladies don't mind. I'm going to go pick up some breakfast," Chibs said, before waltzing over and kissing Lennan's head then heading out into the clubhouse.

"Gee, thanks," she muttered to him as he passed. She could hear him laughing behind her as he exited the room. Sighing, she turned to Gemma who was giving her an expectant look. Lennan shrugged and took a sip of her coffee.

"You used protection, right?" Gemma casually asked, taking a sip of her own drink.

Lennan choked on her coffee. Looking at Gemma with watering eyes, she shook her head. "No," she croaked. Gemma's eyes grew wide and Lennan shook her head again. "No, we didn't do that. He was drunk and maybe a little high. I took him to his dorm room and took care of him. He got sick, then I made him eat bread and drink something. Then he went to sleep," she rushed to explain, waving her hand back and forth in front of her frantically.

Gemma narrowed her eyes and made a noise in her throat. "Are you sure, baby? Because you're acting suspicious," she said smoothly, hiding her smirk by taking another sip.

Lennan sighed, looking at her coffee cup. She ran a finger around the rim before saying, "Well… He did kiss me... Twice." She looked up at Gemma, only see the older woman grinning from ear to ear.

Gemma put her cup in the sink and pulled Lennan into a hug. "I knew it was going to happen! Oh, I'm so happy for you! All he has to do now is get rid of that lunatic gash outside, and everything will be perfect."

Lennan pulled away and shook her head. "There's nothing to be happy about, Gem. It was just a kiss. Nothing more. He's still with Tara," she said, putting her cup on the counter, debating whether or not to have a refill.

Gemma put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "Don't think that way, sweetheart. You and Jax were made for each other. I knew that from the day I met you. When he embraced you as soon as he met you, I knew it was fate. He'll get his head on straight soon. You'll see."

Lennan shrugged. Gemma smiled and hugged her again before leaving, her heels sending another wave of gunshot sounds that echoed in the clubhouse. Lennan watched her go, wondering if it was wise to hope for the best.


Jax made his way out of the clubhouse, his lips still tingling from the kiss he had just shared with Lennan. He resisted the urge to touch them, and dug out a cigarette instead. Pulling it to his mouth, he lit it and slowly made his way toward his furious and infuriating girlfriend.

Even at this distance, Jax could tell Tara was mad. Her body language radiated anger. From her tense shoulders to her angry face, Jax could tell that this was going to go badly, and he dreaded each and every step he took toward her. All he wanted to do was go for a ride to clear his head. Or maybe back bed, preferably with Lennan. He had enjoyed holding her while he slept. Smiling as he remembered waking up to her wide and wondering blue eyes, he almost turned back to steal one more kiss. Instead, he shook his head and continued his slow trek across the lot.

Tara was angrily pacing in front of her dad's Cutlass that was parked next to the garage. One of the bays was open, and Jax heard a couple of mechanics speaking. It was a day for pickups, but Gemma always had at least two of the guys there to answer technical questions for customers or in case something went wrong. Jax squinted, looking into shaded garage, trying to see who was on hand. He sighed when it was too dark for him to tell, and finished his last couple of strides toward his impending argument.

He took a long drag of his cigarette when he reached Tara. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was glaring daggers at him. She stared at him in silence while he finished his smoke, tossing it away before looking at her again.

"Why didn't you call me back, Jackson?" she asked in a low voice. Jax ran a hand up his face and through his hair before pinching the bridge of his nose. He shoulda lit a joint instead of a cigarette before coming out here.

Looking at her, he finally said, "I told you to call me when you got your head out of your ass, remember? I never told you I would call you. I came back here last night, partied, and then crashed," he explained, leaving out a few major details. He didn't think she would react well to knowing he had kissed Lennan. Not that he really gave a shit at the moment.

Tara narrowed her eyes, knowing that he wasn't telling her the whole truth, but not knowing exactly what he was hiding. "Who was with you?" she finally asked, placing a hand on her hip. Jax smirked, thinking how Gemma-like the action was. She would hate to know that.

Finally, he sighed and shook his head. "Look, Tara. I'm hungover, and I'm hungry. My head hurts. I don't want to fight." He ran a ringed finger over his face, silently pleading with her to just drop it and go home. He was sick of dealing with this shit day-in and day-out.

"Who were you with, Jackson. It's a simple goddamn question."

Jax glared at her before spreading his arms wide, his tolerance level reached. "I was with Lennan, ight?" he shouted, causing the mechanics that were in the garage to poke their heads out and stare. Tara's eyes widened.

"Did you fuck her?" she growled.

Jax shook his head and chuckled. Tara looked as if she was ready to hit him. "No," he finally responded. "I got sick. She was there taking care of me. She rubbed my back while I was puking up whiskey. She made sure I took medicine and drank Gatorade. She was there for me, Tara."

Tara scowled, throwing her hands up. "Oh, so the little princess was there to make sure you were okay. How sweet. While I'm crying over your ass at home, you're here drinking and having a good time with her."

Jax glared at her. "Actually, she was sober. Everyone else was drunk. She helped me to bed because I couldn't even stand on my own. So, technically, I didn't drink with her." Tara huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

They both turned when they heard the clicking of heels and saw his mother making her way from the clubhouse back to the office. She looked over at the pair with a smirk on her face. She knew something, that's for sure. Tara glared at the matriarch as she made her way across the lot.

Hearing the office door slam, Jax turned back to Tara. "Listen, Tara. Maybe we need some space. You're up my ass about everything lately, and we can never seem to agree on anything. Maybe we just need distance from each other for a while." As soon as the words left his mouth, Jax felt as if a huge weight had lifted from his shoulders.

Tara, however, took a step back, her face a mixture between rage and hurt. "It's because of her, isn't it?" she accused. Jax gave her a look and shook his head. "Admit it. It's because of that little whore, isn't it!"

"How many goddamn times do I have to tell you not to call her a whore!" he snapped. But he couldn't give her an answer, because he couldn't be honest. He wanted to believe that he had come to this decision on his own, but he knew, deep down, that some part of it had to do with his desire for Lennan. The fact that he had gone through two years of emotional abuse with the girl standing in front of him was just the icing on the cake.

Tara gave an angry laugh. "Well. Excuse me. But if you're not going to give me a straight answer, maybe she will," she declared, storming past him toward the clubhouse.

Jax looked up at the sky, cursing the powers that be for his crazy life. He'd rather get shot at than deal with crazy female mood swings. Heaving a soul-deep sigh, he trotted to Tara, who was more than halfway to the door. "Tara, wait…" he started, putting a hand on her arm.

Suddenly, her fist connected with his jaw. While it wasn't very painful, he stopped in his tracks, stunned that she had the audacity to strike him at his clubhouse. At his family's business. She had never hit him before. The only thing she would do was occasionally throw something at his head. He was genuinely surprised that she had the balls to actually hit him.

Jax looked up again, fully intent on banning her ass from the property, only to see her storm through the door of the clubhouse. "Shit!" he exclaimed. He ran at full speed to the door, hoping to God that he'd make it in time to keep an all-out brawl from starting.


Lennan had just put on a new pot of coffee for the Club members and crow eaters that were finally waking up. Refilling her cup and pouring a second one, she walked over to the bar and poked Happy. He jerked awake, hand flying toward the gun on his hip before he realized where he was.

Chuckling, Lennan held out the extra cup of coffee she had made. "Cool it, cowboy. I come bearing coffee." Happy rolled his dark eyes at her before sitting up and taking the steaming cup.

"Thanks, little girl," he growled, ruffling her hair.

She scowled, trying to rub it back in place as she walked over to a table. "You're welcome." She waved at Bobby, who was just starting to sit up. He had a thong stuck to the whiskers of his beard, and his face was smudged with lipstick. He waved back a little before his eyes went wide and he hopped off the pool table. Shooting toward the trashcan by the wall, he barely made it to his knees in front of it before the sounds of gagging were heard.

Lennan cringed a little and looked away. She had just placed her coffee on the table when the clubhouse door banged open. Looking up, she expecting to see either Gemma or a pissed off Jax. She was shocked to find Tara storming in. The older girl's dark gaze locked on Lennan's confused one and she stalked over to the table.

"Uh, hi Tara," Lennan offered, thinking it best not to sit down. She was short enough as it was. She didn't need for Tara to have an extra advantage. She picked up her cup and took a slow sip of her cooling coffee as Tara glared at her.

"Don't you 'hi' me, you little whore," Tara hissed. Happy, sensing trouble, hopped off of the counter and slowly made his way within reaching distance of the two. He shot a glare at Jax, who had just entered the clubhouse. Jax looked at him with a grimace.

Lennan snorted into her coffee, putting the cup down. "Whore? Obviously you know something about me that even I don't. Please, sweetheart. Enlighten me on my whore-like behavior," she laughed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Of course," Tara scoffed. "You spend the night with my boyfriend, and you don't know how you're a whore." She eyed her up, taking in the wrinkled SAMCRO hoodie Lennan wore along with the messy side braid.

Lennan raised an eyebrow and looked over Tara's shoulder at Jax, who was giving her an apologetic look. Looking back at the angry girl, Lennan said, "Listen, Tara. I don't know what's going on in that head of yours, but you're wrong. I did nothing last night that would classify me as a whore."

By now, a crowd had gathered, watching the altercation. Bobby, who had finally noticed the underwear hanging from his face and removed it, had his cellphone out and was typing away, probably texting either Gemma or Tig. Most likely both. "She's right. She didn't do a damn thing," came Jax's voice. All eyes turned to him as he moved to stand between Tara and Lennan. The latter noticed a slightly budding bruise on the side of his face.

Lennan looked at him questioningly, and he shook his head. "She hit me," he muttered. Lennan narrowed her eyes at Tara, who was scowling right back.

Tara shook her head. "Oh, and now you two are whispering at each other. How fucking adorable," she yelled, taking a step forward. Jax reached a hand back and laid it against Lennan's stomach. She shivered, but they both chose to ignore it.

Lennan shrugged Jax off and took a step forward, bringing the front of her left shoulder to the back of his right. "No," she said, deadly calm. "What he just said to me can probably be announced. Do you really think it's a good idea to fucking hit him. Here, at the clubhouse and a place of business. Prospect or not, he's still Gemma Teller's son, and when she finds out, she'll want your head on a platter," she taunted. All eyes flew to Jax, who put a hand on his forehead and groaned.

Tara paled slightly, but said, "I'm not afraid. It's between me and him." She smirked at Lennan. "An old man with his old lady. You wouldn't know what that's like, though, would you?"

Jax was reaching his limit, and was about to put a stop to it until he felt Lennan slide past him. She stalked up to Tara, standing toe-to-toe, smirking up at her. Tara looked surprised at first, but then reigned it in, opting for smug instead.

Lennan gave a low chuckle. She looked around at the crowd, her gaze locking on the scattered crow eaters. A couple of them looked entertained, enjoying the opportunity to see someone tell the uppity bitch how it was. The remaining few were cheering for the other team, thinking Lennan was going to get her ass handed to her, either by Tara or by Jax for publicly humiliating his old lady.

She gave a full on laugh, turning back to Tara's hate filled eyes. She was so focused on her target that she missed the entrance of both her father, who was being shushed and held back by Happy, and Gemma, who was leaning her hip against the bar and watching with interest.

Lennan smiled sweetly at Tara before saying, "You don't know what being an old lady means, bitch. And if you think that's what you are, you're sadly mistaken. You may think that being in a relationship with Jax makes you one, but you're wrong. The shit you do to him. The way you treat him. Your suspicion, your whining and bitching, and your attempts to rip in away from the Club he grew up in. If you were a real old lady, you'd be encouraging him, loving him no matter what, and being the calm in his storm of a fucking life." She turn to Jax, looking at him sadly, hating that he was lacking the partnership he deserved. Jax looked at her, his eyes filled with pride and admiration. Turning back to Tara, Lennan said, "Honey, you're crazy. And honestly, all you are is a glorified crow eater."

Tara's face contorted in rage, while in the back, Gemma smirked. Lennan gave one last look at Tara, saying, "Do us all a favor and get the hell out of here. You're more trouble than you're worth." She bumped her shoulder against Tara's and began to make her way to the door, intending on going into the office to collect herself.

"You bitch!" Tara shouted, and Lennan felt her long braid being sharply tugged behind her. She hissed in a breath as she felt a hand connect with her face, impressed despite it all that Tara could move so quickly. Tig's shout behind them melted into Jax's scream for someone to stop them.

Tara moved to slap her again, but Lennan was quicker. Closing her fist, she landed a solid right hook to Tara's cheek, smiling in satisfaction as the girl's head snapped to the side. Tara looked at her, furious, and managed to hit her back. Lennan tasted blood, figuring that she now had a split lip.

There was a shuffling sound behind her, and Lennan felt a familiar set of strong arms wrap around her waist. The smell of leather and cigarette smoke wound around her. "Lennan," Jax said softly. "Come on, sweetheart. This isn't worth it."

Kozik, a member from Tacoma, had a struggling Tara by the waist. "Get your hands off of her, Jax!" she was screaming, fighting to get out of his hold. Her eyes were crazy, her arms and legs flailing. She looked insane, and Lennan felt a pang of pity. Pity which evaporated when Tara shouted, "Jackson! Let go of that whore!"

Lennan shrugged Jax off at the same time Tara elbowed Kozik in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He released his hold on her and she shot toward Lennan, whose fist flew out faster than anyone, including herself, expected. A sickening crunch rang throughout the room as Lennan's fist connected with Tara's nose. There was a heartbeat of dead silence, then a gush of blood and a wail from Tara, who fell to the ground holding her face.

Lennan's fist throbbed, but she paid it no attention as she watched Tara cry in the floor in front of her. The crow eaters were staring, dumbfounded, while Tig and Happy started snickering. Jax wound his arm around Lennan's waist, putting a hand on her chin, turning her head so that he could see her full face. He frowned as he saw her lip.

Heels clicked and everyone turned to the Queen, who walked up to Lennan. She took the young girl's wounded hand and examined it before kissing the already bruising knuckles. She then glanced down at Tara, who looked up through rage filled, watering eyes.

Gemma tutted. "That just shows you to not go picking fights, you dumb little bitch." She turned to Bobby, who was watching the scene with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "Take her to the hospital," Gemma commanded before turning back to Tara. "And you. You're never to step foot on this property again, understand?"

"Jax!" Tara shouted, her voice muffled by her blood filled hand.

Jax shook his head, his arm tightening around Lennan's small waist. "No," he said calmly. "We're done, Tara. The way you've been acting lately combined with what you just did. No. We're totally done"

Tara looked like she wanted to say something, but Bobby walked over and hauled her up, leading her to the door. It opened before they got to it. Chibs stood on the other side, eyes wide when he saw the blood pouring from Tara's face. Bobby just shook his head, ushering Tara out in front of him.

Chibs then walked in, a bag of doughnuts in his hand. Taking in the sight of everyone standing around, a puddle of blood on the floor, and Lennan's messy hair and split lip, the Scotsman sighed heavily. "I leave fer twenty minutes and I miss everything," he pouted.


Lennan sat at the bar while Chibs cleaned the small cuts on her knuckles. The crow eater behind the bar smiled at Lennan and sat a shot of what looked to be tequila in front of her. Lennan didn't normally drink, but she figured it would help calm her frayed nerves. Thanking the woman, she downed the shot and put the glass on the bar before turning back to Chibs.

"I really wish someone woulda videotaped it," he was saying as he wrapped a bandage around her tiny hand. Lennan nodded and laughed, secretly wishing the same. While she didn't enjoy the pain her hand was in right now, she enjoyed wiping the smug look off of Tara's face. "There, you're all done, darlin'."

Thanking him, Lennan hopped off of the stool she was sitting on. She walked over to Tig, Happy and Jax. The younger man had been explaining the situation to his older mentors, leaving out the fact that he had kissed Tig's little girl. They had immediately blamed him for Tara's anger at Lennan, and to his credit, Jax was handling it well. He was only slightly pale while being confronted with SAMCRO's crazy eyed Sergeant at Arms and the Tacoma Killer.

"Hey, daddy," Lennan said as she walked up. Tig turned to her and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm so proud of you, princess," he said, kissing her head. "You fight pretty damn well."

Lennan laughed and looked up at him. "Duh. You and Happy taught me. How could I not? I couldn't let that bitch win."

Tig smiled down at her with pride. "Damn right, baby girl." After making small talk, he and Happy, who patted her on the back, had to go to Oakland to handle something for Clay, leaving Jax and Lennan standing there.

"Hey," she said, smiling at him.

"Hey, darlin'," he murmured. Closing the few feet between them, Jax pulled Lennan to him. His hand cupped her cheek, thumb gently caressing the cut on her lip. She winced slightly, but leaned into his touch.

"I'm assuming you're the reason Tara attacked me," she said softly. Jax gave her an apologetic look, his eyes soft.

"She hit me before I could stop her. But I gotta tell you. You kicking her ass was really, really sexy," he responded, his voice getting husky. Jax rubbed his nose against hers teasingly before pulling back slightly.

"Was it? I was afraid I came off kinda crazy. I didn't know how you would react, honestly." Lennan brought her hand up and ran it through his hair.

"It's okay. The reason she came storming in here was because I told her we needed some space." Lennan's eyes widened. Jax smiled and nodded at her. "She obviously didn't take it too well."

Lennan pushed aside the little feeling of guilt that grew in her chest and looked up at Jax sheepishly. "So, I didn't look crazy, then?"

"Oh, you did, sweetheart. You did. But it's okay. You're my kind of crazy." Lennan blushed and Jax chuckled, running his thumb over her cheekbone.

"Hey, blondie," she whispered.

Jax was distracted by how soft her skin was, and answered her with a soft, "Hmm?"

Lennan leaned forward a little bit, drawing his eyes to her. She smiled at him before whispering, "Kiss me."

Jax grinned and gave her exactly what she wanted.


Thank you for reading! The next chapter that I'm going to post is my favorite so far, so I hope you all are looking forward to it.

Nerd: I didn't want to give anything away, so I waited until after the chapter was over to address you. I hope this was quality Lennan-kicking-Tara's-ass for you. :)

Don't expect Lennan and Jax to move too quickly. They've been friends for years, but they still have to explore this romantically. I'm trying to keep it as slow as I can, and now that Tara is out of the picture, they can develop their relationship.

Have a great day!