"I think we should christen your new place," Jax joked, wrapping his arms around Becca's waist, distracting her from the glass of lemonade she was currently pouring for the both of them.

"Why am I not surprised," she joked, turning in his arms to deliver a swift peck to the lips. Her nose wrinkled in distaste, "I think we both need a shower-."

"Sounds like an excellent idea to me," he said smiling against her lips, lifting her in his arms so she could wrap her legs around him, and then turning so he could navigate his way to the small bathroom down the hall.

When he had shown up this morning at Floyd's waiting to help her move her stuff in, along with Opie, she had merely rolled her eyes. She didn't have much. A bed. A couch. A small kitchenette set. Her television. Her clothes had been the bulk of the problem. Opie had merely rolled his eyes at the sight of her trunk and muttered under his breath, "Women." She had reciprocated by instructing them where everything with and supplying the outlaw bikers with lemonade. Gobs and gobs of lemonade. She had suggested she go out for a beer run but they declined, citing that the lemonade was fine. But some time ago after Jax had plopped down next to Becca on the couch her mother had begrudgingly let her have and thrown a sweaty arm around her, Opie had abandoned the couple to some alone time-telling them he would see them later on at Gemma and Clay's.

He had smiled at the sight of them, laughing, joking, and Becca being a slave driver when it came to arranging the tiny studio above Floyd's. It was small but it would suffice. After all, it was just her. Even though he had a feeling Jax would be making the apartment his home away from home. The two were good for each other. The chemistry just flowed out of them; it was as if they had known each other for forever-anticipating movements, thoughts, words, and actions. Honestly it had been a little bit freaky. If he were to be honest with himself, he would say that he hadn't actually believed Tig and Bobby and Chibs when they had told him that his brother was far from gone and knee deep in "all that love shit"-courtesy of Tig-but seeing those two together it was obvious that it was headed towards something serious and heavy. He wondered if the two of them had that conversation yet. The conversation that would determine if they made it or if they fell apart. Knowing Jax the way he did, he realized it could go one or two ways. He would either repeat the same mistake he had made with Tara or he would learn from it. He had hoped it was the latter. Becca was no Tara, full of quiet subtleties and then random explosions when the Life weighed down on her shoulders. He could tell she was far from volatile. Pulling his bike into his own driveway he went to confront the problems at his home, wishing for that easy chemistry that had once been between him and Donna.

Back in her apartment Becca herself was thinking about easy chemistry. She had presently convinced herself that chemistry didn't come easy and not without a price. Things were going way too good right now. It wasn't that things had to be going tragic but life wasn't life without being handed a wrench when you needed a screwdriver or coming across a pothole or some other shit that could really put you in a foul temper for a day. She was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. And it could be small or large, didn't matter. She just knew that there was some storm brewing over the horizon. Then again maybe she was feeling that way because of the twinge of guilt that had taken hold of her. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel guilty about not attending church today and staying in and having mind blowing toe curling sex with Jax. Damn, now she knew what people meant when they went all poetic about sex. She took a deep breath and tossed her damp hair into a messy updo. The updo turned out to be haphazard as she was interrupted by the vibration of her cell. Plucking it off the sink she flipped it open before reading the caller ID.

"Heard Jax and Opie helped you move in today," Gemma said on the other line.

Becca rolled her eyes. How did she find out stuff like that? She knew everything. Turning to face Jax, who was still lying naked in her bed she mouthed to him that it was his mother. He rolled his eyes and smiled. She mouthed back that it wasn't funny. He simply shrugged.

"What are you bringing to the barbecue?"

"Lemon meringue pie," she answered on reflex, moving towards her bed and sitting down next to Jax who immediately thought it was okay to begin touching her while she was on the phone with his mother. She swatted his hands away which only earned her his laughter and being pinned down underneath his body, "Hold on a second Gemma," she moved the phone away from her mouth so she could heatedly whisper for him to stop touching her, to have some class, she was on the phone with his mother.

"Ma," he barked into the phone once he had snatched it away from his girl, "she's bringing lemon meringue pie. We'll be there at four. Do not call back, we're busy."

He hung up and tossed the phone towards the floor leaning back down to give his girl one of those kisses that her writhing underneath him. He didn't get far as she shoved at his shoulder and pushed him off of her, scampering out of the bed, towards the clothes she had yet to unpack.

"Considering it's nearing half past three and you told your mom we'd be there at four, we don't have time for sex right now."

"We can be a little bit-."

"No we cannot be late and you know we can't. You know this is like some other kind of Gemma test. God how many of these do I have to pass? She already said she liked me-."

"Becca calm down. Besides it doesn't matter whether Gemma likes you or not. All that matters is whether I do or not," he told her, suddenly getting serious.

She sighed. She was stressed. All of this was new territory for her. And she just wasn't completely sure how to handle it all. Even though she had been reassured that she was handling it just fine. She decided the best course of action would be to take things as they came. Worry and planning would get her nowhere, as life was too unpredictable for that. Her current situation was a stellar example. Here she was twenty-four with a master's degree, currently waiting tables at a small diner in her hometown, pretty much disowned by her parents, dating an outlaw biker. Her life had turned out far from planned and she had not the time or inclination to worry about it.

"Okay point made. A lot has happened in the past seven weeks or so. I'm a little stressed."

"I could help you with that angel darlin'," he suggested. She threw a shoe at him and told him to get dressed.

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"They're late," Gemma said to Clay, moving the casserole dish of macaroni and cheese around the table again. He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer. He knew his wife appreciated tardiness but if he knew Jax the way he did they were probably christening her new place. Floyd had mentioned it to him weeks ago that Becca had come around asking about the dusty old studio above his shop. It was good he thought for her to be out of her parents' house, especially if Jax and her relationship were going to go any further. Her father had been a thorn in his side for twenty years. But even he wasn't going to off a preacher. Especially not in his town. That was just bad business. Because of her father he had been skeptical in his step son's latest choice in pussy but he could now say he kind of liked the bitch. But for some reason any woman he at least got along with seemed to bring trouble on their heels. Well, women in general seemed to have a knack for it. And with things between him and Jax the way they were, him on his fucking heels about every damned decision he made he didn't need his VP distracted by pussy. He'd keep an eye out for Jax and have Tig keep an eye out on Becca.

"Steady bothering the macaroni isn't going to make them show up any faster sweetheart," he joked.

Gemma rolled her eyes at the sarcasm but she laughed anyway. He had a point. She had to admit though she had an ulterior motif for inviting Becca to this family barbecue. She wanted to see how she interacted with the boys, with their Old Ladies, with the kids. It was different being one on one with everyone but then being suddenly being confronted by them all at once-she wanted to know if Becca would take in stride or have a meltdown. Secretly, way, way deep down, she was rooting for Becca. The girl was tough. Jax needed tough. Her son could shell out a lot of bull shit. And she wasn't going to always be around to call him on it.

"Hey ma," came that husky voice she knew by heart.

She turned to her son for a hug and quick kiss to the cheek. She nodded to Becca, who wore a strappy sheer blue tank top, denim cutoffs, and a pair of cowboy boots. Her long and heavy hair was disheveled; she doubted she had time to brush it after falling out of bed with Jax hot on her heels.

"Speak of the devil. I was just thinking about you. On account of you are thirty minutes late."

"Sorry about that Gemma," Becca said, setting her pie down on the table, a slight blush hitting her cheeks, "I tried to tell him that," she said rolling her eyes and tossing a heavy lock of hair off her neck. She reached up and pulled the hair tie off her wrist, tying her hair up into a ponytail. Her shirt rode up and Gemma caught a flash of black script against her pale and freckled skin. Her mouth quirked. She'd asked her about it later.

"We got distracted," Jax said, wrapping an arm around Becca's waist and smirking at her, "A couple of times." He was fond of the memory of Becca throwing a shoe at him and instructing him to get dressed. He had simply leaped up from the bed and chased her back towards the bathroom, ending up taking her on the floor. After they were done he had declared her new place christened. She had just turned her head into his chest and laughed. A heartwarming sound that he had quickly gotten used to.

Before Gemma could scold her son, his girl snorted and slapped him across the chest, "Hey show some respect for your mother," she told him with a straight face even though he was still smirking, turning back towards Gemma she calmly asked where she was to put the pie. Gemma waited until Becca was out of earshot with the pie before telling her son they seemed to be pretty serious.

"I guess," he shrugged, reaching over the counter to grab a beer, popping the cap off against his mother's marble, "We're just taking everything as it comes."

"Taking everything as it comes? Are you dating? Is she your girlfriend?"

"Dating? You know I've never been really good at that type of thing."

"Jax," she scolded, "I'm worried-."

"You always worry. We haven't really talked about it, but yeah, I guess she is my girlfriend."

Labels. He hated labels. It was almost as if every single time you put a label on something it fell to shit but he wasn't naïve to think that just because you didn't put a label on something it didn't make it real. He knew what Becca was starting to mean and become to him. Even if he didn't call her his girlfriend. He knew that's exactly what she was. And she knew it too. The great thing about Becca was that she was consistently on his ass with questions and demands. She'd bring it up when she felt like she had to. No need to push when everything was going smoothly. He turned the corner towards the backdoor and spotted Chibs chatting up his girl.

"You know that hang around you took down was still pissin' sitting down the next day," Chibs joked, throwing his cigarette butt a couple of inches away from Becca's boot clad feet.

"I don't like individuals with grabby hands. Besides you let one guy grab you, it gives the rest of them ideas."

"I'm sure Jackie-boy will be happy to set him straight."

"Well like I told Jax, I don't need him coming to my rescue all the damn time. What kind of woman would they make me?"

"Aye lass," he stepped closer to her, "a weak one," he told her, kissing her briefly on the cheek and walked away.

A/N: This is a very short chapter as compared to the rest of them. It's kind of a filler chapter, just Becca seamlessly integrating into the world of the Sons. It's one of the first steps of her self-exploration (which will be explored in the sequel- wink, wink). The next chapter skips ahead in time a bit. I feel as if I have established a solid relationship for Becca and Jax and that it is time for the drama to begin to unfold. Drama like trouble with the ATF and Becca's past catching up with her.