A/N: Thank you all for the support you're giving to this story. It means a lot to me.

Reviews:

-ammilligan- in this chapter you'll get a glimpse of what Jax thinks of Tara and her behaviour with and towards Abel; I'll try to makes him do the right thing :D

-avengergirl13- Please, let me know what you thought of this chapter and Jax's POV :D

-Hollywoodlove09 –I know the previous chapter wasn't that long, but I hope this one fits your criteria. Let me know what you thought of it :D

-xDaniElleLeiGh3x- Why would I stop the kiss earlier? I promised hot and steamy, and I sure as hell hope I've delivered just that :P On the more serious note, I know us fangirls need moments like these (kissing and all that) and I had so much fun writing it :D

- Guest- "Awwwwww I love that Abel already cares so much for her your an awesome writer!" – Thank you for your kind words :D I'm soooo glad you all like this Abel and his bond with Tara. And he is a cutie, I love him so much!

-pacspoon- Whatever Jax thinks about Wendy, it's what I think. I seriously cannot comprehend her actions. If any of you have read any of my tumblr SoA rants (mimi-hiddleston on tumblr), then you must know I hate her almost as much as I hate Gemma. So, you're welcome, darlin' :D

-Cindy Burick- Glad you like the story. And thanks for promoting me on Faceboook :D

Also, big thanks to everyone else who commented, favourited and followed either me or the story. I love you guys :3

Important: I've seen that most of you were confused as to why Tara got sick. It's all on psychological and emotional basis. She's overwhelmed and conflicted about her feelings towards this "stranger" and her experience with men from the past. It was just too much for her. Also, people telling her Jax was dangerous didn't help either (hence the image of him pointing a gun to her head when they were kissing). Hope that clears things up :D

Happy reading :3

Perfect Stranger

Tara opened the door in some old pyjama pants and a black hoodie. Her nose was puffed, her lips pouted, her eyes swollen. She had tied her brown hair in a messy ponytail. She eyed Jax with surprise, unable to speak for a few seconds.

Jax was in awe that he could find a woman in this state beautiful. And yet he did. He had no idea why.

He had women at his feet since he was fifteen years old. When he lost his virginity to some random croweater in the back room of the clubhouse, suddenly, a whole new world opened up to him and Jax Teller was more than glad to embrace it. Everyone knew who he was. The guys feared him, the girls wanted to fuck him. Jax Teller didn't complain. He was the prince of Charming, the prince of SAMCRO, the future president of Sons of Anarchy. Everything was laid on the silver platter for him. He could have any girl he wanted. And he did.

As he grew older, he got bored of it all. He met Wendy in a dingy bar and it seemed to him that he might have something serious with her. She wasn't stupid like the other croweaters.

Two months after their "dating" he proposed and they got married a week after that. There was no ceremony, no bride walking down the aisle in her snow white dress, and no wedding vows. There were just him and his bride, Gemma, and the guys along with a shady official at the clubhouse.

It did not last long - as Jax's responsibilities to the club increased, he spent less and less time with Wendy. She started shooting up, he started fucking random chicks. The marriage broke apart not five months after the wedding.

After Wendy got cleaned, they tried one more time. It didn't work and both turned to their old ways. A month after they had last seen each other, Wendy called to tell him she was pregnant. She promised not to use and Jax promised to take care of her.

They both failed at their tasks.

After that, Jax promised himself he wouldn't ever let Wendy near Abel. But she begged and begged and Jax had to agree that she was no longer the same girl. She got clean for real this time, had a steady job and a place of her own.

Three years after that, they called him from a hospital to let him know she was received to ER with an overdose. From then on, Wendy was officially dead to him and Abel. He raised his son thanks to the help of his mother. He knew Abel was her surrogate for Thomas, but it didn't matter much. She offered her help and Jax was more than glad to accept it.

But ever since he talked to Tara, he had a feeling... well, he knew she was right. Gemma was great with Abel, but she wasn't his mother or his parent. He was the one who was supposed to step up and be the parent.

He really did try harder, just like Tara advised him, but he had to go to Nevada on an MC business and by the time he wrapped things up, two weeks had passed. He did phone Gemma and ask about Abel every day. But sometimes club matters were more pressing. Jax was ashamed to say that, ashamed to admit that yes, sometimes, club seemed more important than his family.

He knew Tara was pissed at him and in some perverse way he liked it. He liked how she was one of the few people who called things as they were, who had the metaphorical balls to go against him and not to give in to his ways. Unlike other people, she made him face himself – the part of himself he hated the most – and accept that he was failing as a parent yet again. Though he hated to admit that, doing so made him feel so relieved because he could finally make the first step towards being a better father to his son.

Strangely enough, Tara's feisty nature and no-nonsense attitude really turned him on. He recollected all the times he ran into her and how his opinion of her changed over time.

When he saw her at the shop for the first time, she seemed like any other chick. When she didn't succumb to his charms and ran away, he wanted to go after her, but figured it was a lost cause. There was plenty of fish in the sea. Later, at the store, the way she talked to him and refused his "kind" gesture (that line always worked and always got him pussy), he knew she wasn't someone to mess with.

Then, the surprise he got when he realised she was his son's teacher... Mind blowing.

The two times he ran into her, she managed to escape. And there she was now, unable to utter a single word. Oh, the happiness he felt knowing that this time she would actually have to talk to him. He had wondered what happened to her. She had probably broken her arm, 'cause it was in a cast. But he could have sworn he saw some bruises on her the first time he saw her, though he might've been mistaken.

When he sat on that couch opposite her and she crossed her legs... That alone gave him a boner. And then she started talking. He liked the way her lips moved... And every word that came out of her mouth was spot on. She knew what she was talking about. She put him to shame, to be honest.

And though he was paying attention to what she was saying, he was at the same time struggling with that wild side of himself – the one that couldn't stop thinking of every dirty scenario possible involving the two of them on whatever flat surface was available with good Ms. Knowles screaming out his name as he brought her to her climax. That was another thing about her that turned him on – the fact that she kept insisting they stay "professional" and that he call her "Ms. Knowles". Oh, he would like very much to have some fun with Ms. Knowles.

But, she was something else. Defiant, proud and stubborn.

That moment they shared in the classroom was interesting on so many levels. He noticed something in her eyes, like she was trying to hide something from him. However, by her red cheeks and the way she looked at him, he concluded it must have been something naughty. And her fucking dress! The way it fitted her, accentuating each curve of her body just perfectly... Jax wondered what kind of bra she was wearing because her tits looked so fucking good.

It seemed like every time he was with her, all he wanted to do was joke around and tease her, because her cheeks would become so red of embarrassment and she struggled so hard to hide it; her chest would rise and fall drawing his attention to it, making him imagine some things he would do to her...

And, when she finally gave in and spoke his name, Jax took it as a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. If the fucking phone hadn't rung, he would have done something crazy. The fact that at any given moment someone could have entered turned him on even more. The thoughts that awoke in his mind just by looking at her were so sinful, he wondered why he hadn't ended up in Hell already.

"Jax? I mean Mr. Teller. What are you doing here?" - Tara asked, seemingly not glad to see him. It hurt him. Jax didn't know why, but it did. Abel jumped in before Jax could answer.

"Tara! We brought you soup!" - he said, hugging Tara. She smiled hugging him tight.

"Thank you so much for thinking of me, sweetie. Come, I think I have some chocolate inside."

She let them in, careful not to make any contact with Jax. That was starting to piss Jax off. Why was she acting like that?

She led them to her living room which was painted mint green, with two bright brown sofas and a coffee table in between. The television was turned on, and a headless guy in a strange attire appeared with an axe in his hand.

"Please, sit. I'll be right back. Abel, you wanna come with me to find that chocolate?"

"Yeah."

They both smiled. Abel took Tara's hand and they went to the kitchen, separated from the living room by a dark green curtain.

Jax sat on the sofa, unsure what to do or how to act. It wasn't like he had insulted Tara. He really did not get why she avoided looking at him or why she winced every time he grazed her arm.

Unless she was married. At which point all his effort was futile. But, by the way her home was arranged, he seriously doubted a man lived there. It was super tidy and organised, even more so than Gemma's.

Maybe she was gay? No, that was a stupid assumption. She wouldn't have kissed him the way she did if that were the case, for sure.

I wasn't violent when I kissed her, Jax thought to himself. He was just led by lust and his cock which got excited whenever she was around. And it wasn't like Jax acted on his own. He saw signs which made him believe she wanted the same. So, what the fuck was going on?

Not long after they had gone, Abel and Tara appeared again. Tara changed from her pyjamas and hoodie into black leggings and a very long grey sweater. Her hair was made into a bun at the nape of her neck. She sat at the sofa across from him.

"Can I offer you coffee or something else?"

Jax cocked an eyebrow, a perverse idea making its way into his mind at the mention of "something else". Boy, was he glad they weren't alone.

"No, thanks. I'm ok."

He looked at Abel who sat beside him, eating cereals at the table. Jax smiled and turned to Tara with a questioning look.

"I seem to have eaten the chocolate last night," - she said apologetically.

Jax just stared at her, unable to think of anything to talk about. He wanted her to like him for some reason, but he just couldn't open his mouth without something dirty coming out. It was like he was horny and dirty minded all the time, which in fact wasn't the case. Yes, he was a man and yes, he always had a croweater ready to make him happy, and yes, he always, always finished his 'business'. However, he never got that horny just by looking at a woman. Let alone a woman dressed in a sweater so wide it seemed as though it had swallowed her whole.

"So... What's wrong? Did you get food poisoning or somethin'?" - Jax finally asked, genuinely concerned about her.

Tara dropped her gaze and played with her fingers in a nervous manner. It seemed odd to Jax that a normal question could make her that anxious. Something was off.

"I-I must have eaten something spoilt. But I'm recovering already."

"Here. Abel and I thought we should bring you some soup."

Jax gave her the container with soup. Their fingers touched and Jax felt some kind of current run through them before they broke the contact.

"I'm finished," - Abel said, putting the spoon in a now empty bowl.

Tara smiled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek, "Good. Do you want some juice?"

Jax didn't hear Abel's response because his mind went elsewhere. His heart clenched in his chest.

He never saw any female interact with Abel the way Tara did. His mother was the only woman Abel had a steady contact with. Wendy was in and out of the picture; Abel never called her his mother.

Tara's eyes were kind and they almost sparkled when she was looking at or talking to Abel. His son gazed at Tara with adoration.

Jax was out of breath. The sight of Tara and Abel interacting took him to a dark place. He felt guilty for not providing his son a steadier environment, an actual family. A mother that would look after him, protect him. Sure he had Gemma, but it wasn't the same. Tara seemed so natural with Abel and the little guy obviously loved her. He missed a mother figure in his life.

"Jax, are you ok?"

"Ha?" - Jax realised he was gaping at them the whole time.

"Yeah. Listen, I'd like to talk to you. Can I come by tomorrow morning?" - Jax asked abruptly. The words were out before he even had the time to think. Tara was surprised, but said yes.

"Come on buddy, we gotta go. We'll leave Tara to rest."

Jax stood up and Tara walked them to the door. Abel kissed her cheek and she kissed him back hugging him.

"Bye Tara. Get well soon, pwease. I-I miss you at school. It's not the same without you."

"Thanks baby. I'll do my best. And, I missed you too, a lot actually," – she said, pinching his chubby cheeks gently and giving him the widest of smiles.

When she looked up, Tara noticed Jax watching her, his gaze dropping from her eyes to her lips. The memory of their kiss came rushing back to him. Tara must have noticed that because she was chewing on her lower lip. Jax was certain she remembered the kiss all too well, just like him.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" – Jax asked hesitantly, just to make sure. She nodded.

He contemplated for a second then leaned and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The moment it took to do that, he managed to smell a musky scent on her.

Grasping Abel's hand, they walked to the car. When the engine roared, Abel waved at Tara and Jax smirked, still smelling Tara's musky scent. Tara waved back smiling at Abel. At the last second she glanced at Jax and smirked at him too.

(Thoughts? Did you like reading this chapter in Jax's POV? Also, I mentioned a certain show that was on TV when Jax came. Which show is that, if anyone can guess?)