So Long, Farewell chapter 3
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Story Summary: NON CANNON Set after end of season. A woman and her ill father move in to the house next door to Jax. Carly's father grew up in Charming and wanted to come back to live out the last of his days. Carly needs support in a town where she knows no one. Jax is without his wife, his kids, and his mother. Is shared loneliness enough to build a relationship on for two people so different?
Set after end of series. NON CANNON. Jax has not died. Wendy and Nero are raising the boys in Mexico for their safety. Jax is still the president of SAMCRO.
Jax pulled into his driveway and looked over at Carly's house. It looked dark and closed up. He had lost his chance for conversation for the night. He let himself into his own house and through to the kitchen. He downed a glass of water to make his morning just a little bit better.
He glanced out the window and saw a light on in the back of Carly's house. Maybe he hadn't lost his chance, after all. He walked out the door a little happier than he had walked in. Half way across the yards he saw the picnic table was empty. She must have just left the light on.
He stopped walking and thought about knocking on her back door. Was she still awake? Was her father? What the hell did he say if her father opened the door? He grinned at himself as a memory of facing Tara's father when they were teenagers came into mind. He started walking forward again.
"It's not polite to step on people." He heard Carly's voice come from below. She was laying in the grass, just two more steps in front of him.
"What in the world are you doing down there?" He asked her, looming over her.
"It's softer than the table and my back hurts." She stated simply, like it made perfect sense to lay in the grass in the dark.
Jax shrugged and got down next to her, propping his head up on his hand. "Better star gazing if you turn the light off." He said after a solid minute of silence.
"Was more so just thinking." She turned her head to the side to face him. "What have you been up to? No fun Friday night plans?"
"Was at a party. Wasn't feeling it." He shrugged.
"Mmmhmm." Carly agreed. "I get that. I'm an introvert through and through. Going to a party sounds like torture."
Jax chuckled. The wind picked up above them and he felt Carly shiver next to him. He pulled his arm out from under his head and pulled her close to him. "You need a blanket."
"If I had a blanket, I wouldn't be in a handsome man's arms right now." Carly flirted. The joint in her system was the only reason she could get the words out. She would have been much too embarrassed otherwise.
"Touché." Jax answered and pulled her closer. He turned his face to look at her. "Tell me something."
Carly waited for him to finish his sentence but got silence in return. She furrowed her brow. "Okay…" She answered him.
"Did you leave a boyfriend behind in Delaware?"
Carly thought about her answer for a moment. "I was dating someone. He thought I was crazy for doing what I'm doing. He didn't understand. We…mutually broke things off." She chose her words carefully.
"Good." Jax answered. He brought his other hand to hold her chin and kissed her gently. She turned on her side to face him and he deepened the kiss. She brought her hand to the side of his face and ran it gently to the back of his neck. That soft caress pushed Jax over the edge.
He shifted on top of her, holding her face in both of his hands. Carly's other hand went to his back, and her leg bent up to allow him to sink into her deeper. She moaned softly when his lips left hers and traveled to her jaw. The sound echoed in Jax's ears and he let go of her face, holding himself up with one hand and slipping the other under her shirt.
She arched her back at the skin-on-skin contact. The hand on the back of his neck pulled him in closer. The hand on his back traveled under his shirt as well, finding warm firm skin.
It had been so long since she had been touched with such care. She didn't think about what was proper, about how long she had known this man. She reveled in his touch, his scent, his weight on top of her.
He pushed his hand under her shirt up to her chest and cupped her lace covered breast. She arched again, pushing herself against him and he squeezed it gently, running his thumb over the fabric to find her nipple.
His mouth was moving to her neck and she leaned her head back to give him access. Somewhere in the back of her head she heard a voice say, 'this is crazy.' But another voice saying 'more, more, more' drowned it out.
She didn't trust herself to speak. She ran her hand from his back to his front and started to unfasten his belt. He took the move as permission and raised up, kneeling in front of her. He pulled her long sleeve shirt over her head and ran his hands up her stomach. He ran them from her breasts to her back, and she arched to let him undo his bra. As soon as he had pulled it off, he bowed down and feasted on her, one breast in his mouth, one in his hand.
Carly couldn't stop the shivers and moans he was producing from her. She got his belt and button undone and his zipper down and reached her hand in to cup him. He jerked at the feel of her hand around him, even through his boxers. He swore into her chest as she slipped in through his fly and his hips bucked against her.
He gave up her chest to pull her own pants down. When her legs were free, he quickly removed his flannel. Carly's free hand ran up his rippled chest. He quivered at the gently, soft feel of her fingers on him.
He bent down once again and engulfed her mouth. As he did, they both worked to free him of his pants. She wrapped her leg around him and he plunged into her, moaning at the soft warm core of her. He thrust into her slowly, savoring every movement. His hands explored her. Her sides, her stomach, her breasts, her neck.
When he heard her start to whisper, her hips bucking under him, he moved his hand between them, and his thumb found her clit. He worked her into a frenzy before he pushed her over the edge. He sped up after that. Pulling out and pushing back in. He buried his face in her neck and explored it with his teeth and tongue.
As he felt his orgasm rising, he took her hips in his hands and slid in deeper. The leg around his own legs moved up to his butt and he slipped in a fraction more. He stilled for a moment, absorbing the feelings, the warmth, radiating off her, before the last few thrusts that sent him over the edge.
He collapsed on top of her and she ran her fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. The feeling made him shutter. He laid for several moments before he thought of his weight on her and pushed himself up with his elbows. He stroked her face with his thumbs and kissed up and down her jaw gently.
After a few moments of staring into her eyes he groaned and rolled off of her, wrapping an arm around her to pull her onto his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and left them there, his heart pounding, and thought of nothing, just for a little bit.
Jax lay in bed with a clear mind. He felt good. Loose. He could have stayed in that backyard all night, just holding Carly against his chest. But it was too cold for that. It had been her idea to go inside, and she hadn't invited him to go with her. Oh well, probably would have been awkward sneaking in and out of the house with her father around.
He rested one hand on his chest and imagined he could still feel the weight of her head on him. Maybe, maybe he didn't want sex. Maybe he just wanted to hold someone sometimes. That was something the girls at the clubhouse didn't understand. He missed just holding someone.
He wrapped his arm around a pillow and brought it to his chest, like he did most nights. He hung on to it, holding it against him, wishing it was a warm body.
He woke in the morning refreshed, and in a good mood. He showered and dressed and ate a bowl of cereal. He avoided the living room and the box of photos and went right out to his bike. He had to ride up to Rough River with Chibs today, and wouldn't be back till Sunday.
Sunday afternoon he planned out his approach with Carly for tonight as he rode towards home. Perhaps he could get her to come back to his place, into his bed, for just a few hours, if not the night. He would love to fall asleep with an actual warm body tucked up next to him.
He swung by the clubhouse when he got back into town. Quinn and Montez were watching a game and drinking beer. T.O. and Ratboy were playing pool.
"Hey Jax." Brooke greeted him. Jax liked Brooke, she was a good match for Ratboy, but every time he saw her, he thought of her watching his boys after Tara died.
"Hey darling."
"Hey, I made pasta. You want a plate?" She asked innocently, not knowing his inner turmoil.
"That be great, thanks." He lit a cigarette as he waited for the food to get warmed up. He listened to T.O. trash talk Ratboy as he creamed him at pool. Quinn called next game.
Being here with his brothers like this, no emergencies, no crowds, was enjoyable. He dug into the food Brooke brought him and glanced at the game. Not a team he followed.
He took his dish back to the kitchen and grabbed a beer on the way to the couch. He could certainly kill a few hours here before it was late enough to rendezvous with Carly.
Jax saw flashing lights down the street as he rode home that night. As he got closer, he thought they were in his driveway, but no. It was an ambulance. In Carly's driveway. Shit. He sat on his bike in the driveway watching the ambulance. The lights were flashing but it was still parked.
He had a strong urge to go over there but knew he should stay out of the way. He saw the paramedics come out of the front door with a gurney. It must have been her father. A bit of relief swam through him that he felt bad about. Her father was receiving oxygen through a full face mask. Carly came out right behind the paramedics, locked the front door, and hopped with them into the back of the ambulance.
He stayed next to his bike as the sirens started and they pulled away. He never got the full story on her father. He wasn't sure just how much time he supposedly had left. Only that he wanted to spend his 'last days' here in Charming. He said a little prayer that the man would be okay. Carly was so stressed, so worried, he didn't want her receiving any bad news.
He made his way inside and showered before going straight to bed. It was early, only ten, but he didn't want to sit on the couch and wallow. He had too good a day to let that happen.
He lay in bed and thought about his brother. He had been young when his older brother had spent so much time in the hospital, and had ultimately died. He remembered his mother and father crying. At home, in the waiting rooms, in the hospital room when he was asleep.
He remembered his own times in the hospital, holding his son for the first time in the NICU. Checking on his sons after his mother had crashed her SUV with them in it. After all the time he spent in that hospital visiting Tara, it was the kids that stood out to him the most. Kids didn't belong in hospitals.
He tried to shake the images out of his head and pulled his pillow against his side. For the first time in forever, it wasn't Tara he pictured in bed next to him, but Carly. Warm against him, smelling like flowers and sex. The feel of her hair against his chest as she laid there, listening to his heart beating.
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