Lemon time!

Yeah, expect a lot of these in the upcoming chapter, but you'll understand why later LOL

Enjoy!

PS. Yeah, I edited this chapter because it was completely f'd up. Sorry!

A chair collided with the window of the clubhouse, effectively shattering it into a million pieces and landing on the other side outside, scraped up as Hell.

Jax . . . was pissed.

Of course, it was kinda his fault. It was his fault that he didn't move in on Velvet when he had the chance, and now, she was dating the Prospect! The stupid, immature . . . dumbass Prospect!

He growled and twirled around, his fists clenched so hard, his nails bit into the flesh of his palms, bringing forth small droplets of blood. Gemma was gazing at him in amusement, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She had watched Jax destroy the whole clubhouse for all of an hour, all because of one girl and she had to admit . . . it was a refreshing sight. She thought her son was emotionless now, it was good to see a little color on his palette.

Jax turned around to gaze at his mother. "How dare they . . . how dare he?" He demanded as he grabbed at a empty beer bottle and hurtled it across the room. It collied with the far wall, where it smashed, leaving a wet spot that ran down the wall. Gemma laughed a little.

"You honestly think that Velvet dating Half-Sack is really going to keep you from getting her?" Jax grinned rapaciously at his mother and she grinned back, knowing her son well. Jax leaned aganist the wall, the same grin on his handsome features.

"Nope. I'm just pissed that I don't have a challenge!" Gemma gazed at him in amusement.

"I'm ashamed Jax! You should know better than to underestimate a rival!" Jax continued to grin at his mother.

"I'm not mom . . . I just know how to get to him . . ."

"Hey Half-Sack!"

Half-Sack looked up from the bike that he was working on, only to see Jax walking over to him. He had a twinkle in his eye that he couldn't quite place and that fact alone made a shiver of slight fear go down Half-Sack's spine. He had seen Jax beat the shit out of guys that were twice his size and come out unscathed. Even though he had his Marine training, what could Half-Sack possibly do to a man of that size and caliber?

"Yeah . . .?" He asked hesitantly as he went back to working on the bike and Jax grinned as he sat down on the toolbox sitting beside him.

"Nice girlfriend you got, Sack; congratulations. Velvet's gorgeous. Blackie, curves in all the right places. Great personality. Fuckin' Hellcat in the bedroom." Half-Sack froze in the middle of tightening a socket.

" . . . Really?" He spoke and Jax nodded as he looked away and as Half-Sack went back to working on the bike.

"Don't get me started! When we were dating, we couldn't keep our hands off each other! Not-to-mention, we've all heard the rumors on how big Kurt Darby's cock is! She loved to roleplay, from what I remember when we were dating . . ." Jax sighed and gazed off in the distance, pretending to be remembering some long-lost memory.

"Then there was that pregnancy scare with Kurt . . ." Half-Sack glared up at Jax, waiting for him to go on, but he shrugged and shook his head. "Nothing. Forget I said anything! Don't let it get to you buddy! Velvet's probably forgotten all about Kurt and you know me and her are done . . ." Jax smiled jovially as he stood and slapped half-Sack on the back good-naturedly. He barely even registered the slap, and looked down.

Was everything about Velvet true? If so, Half-Sack was kinda worried. Velvet had came to him this morning in tears because her mother had refused to talk to her because of what she 'did' to Kurt. They had talked about it for a minute before he had to report to Chapel and then she had disappeared into his bedroom. God knows what he would find when he walked in the door.

"Have a good one, buddy!" Jax told him before he then turned around and walked off, cracking his knuckles as he went, and a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Now all there was to do but wait . . .

Half-Sack walked into his room at the clubhouse later that night when they got back from chapel and he was done with the bikes and flipped on the lights, only to see Velvet lying on his bed, propped up by his two pillows that were leaning aganist the wooden headboard and wearing nothing but her black and red lacy bra and panties. A look of unquestionable lust and self-pity appeared in his eyes and his right arm fell limply to his side as Jax's words from earlier rang in his head. How was he supposed to measure up to Kurt Darby and Jax?

His other arm did the same after he weakly threw his jacket into the nearby chair. "Velvet, I –"

"This is my body Half-Sack, now get a real good look . . ." He took her request (and that's what it was, a request, not a command) with relish, allowing his eyes to start at her raven black locks, and roam down her flushed body, to her scarlet red-painted toenails. She had been stoic, antisocial ever since she came back crying, worried sick about her mother, when Half-Sack and Gemma had to calm her down and he wondered what she had in store for him.

"Slower . . . Kip . . ." Her voice came out small, child-like almost when she said his name, and Half-Sack's eyes darted to hold hers for a moment, and he caught the presence of tears prickling in her eyes as well.

He started again, his eyes going slower, and his breath caught in his throat, and horror filled his eyes at what he saw. Her beautiful skin held the remnants of scars on almost every inch of her heavenly body. White scars that stood out clearly aganist her tanned skin like a million bright, shining beacons. They were increasingly prominent around and on the tops of her breasts and thighs and she did have a tattoo. It was a rose that entwined around her upper arm, with Gaelic words printed along the stem. It was no doubt a sixteenth birthday present from Chibs. That, or it was a homage to her father.

"Velvet, I – "

He couldn't finish the sentence.

She swallowed a lump forming steadily in her throat. "You now have seen my body Kip . . . you have seen what my stepfather has done to me, why I fled to Kurt Darby and why I am so worried about my mother. Now, I want to see yours . . ." She lapsed into an uncomfortable, apprehensive silence, and he too, swallowed a lump forming in his throat as well, and didn't speak or do anything for a moment. Then, without notice, and to her immense surprise and relief, he started taking off his clothes. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor before he moved to the edge of the bed. She got up on her knees and met him at the edge, where their lips clashed in a passionate, yet loving kiss. They broke apart, and their hands met at his pants.

Velvet gasped slightly in surprise, and Half-Sack bowed his head in defeat. His hands were covering his button and zipper so that she couldn't undo them, and she lightly kissed him for a minute before he backed away slightly. "I'm sorry Velvet . . ." He whispered and she furrowed her eyebrows slightly in surprise. "I can't do it . . ."

"Half-Sack –?" She began, but he shook his head and gazed into her eyes, where he interrupted her. He put his hands on her neck and kissed her lightly. Her hands moved to grasp his forearms.

"That's the thing, Velvet! Half-Sack!" He shook his head, a look of pleading in his eyes. "Velvet, I can't – I'm not . . . I'm not man enough for you! I'm not the man you deserve! You deserve a strong man like Jax, like Kurt!" He laughed sarcastically, where he rolled his eyes. "I've seen that man naked before when we were both in jail, and needless to say . . . he's a man in everything that I'm not . . ." He ended weakly, and Velvet laughed a little before she gazed into his eyes.

"But I love you, Half-Sack! I don't give a shit if you only have one ball, we can work around it –!"

"But what if we can't, Velvet!" He demanded, his voice urgent and earnest. His grip on her forearms tightened slightly. "You deserve the world! You deserve a man th-that can make love to you without any complications, a man that can give you children without any complications when you want them. A man that can –" He gasped and jumped slightly when she plunged her hand down his pants and took him in her hand, where he immediately hardened.

"This doesn't seem like a complication to me . . ." She whispered to him before she bit her bottom lip, and he kissed her gently.

"Velvet . . ."

"Half-Sack!" She whispered desperately. "Stop trying to make excuses, please! I love you, I don't care if you give me babies or not, I just want you! I don't want Kurt or Jax anymore, I want you!"

He searched her face then, his eyes wide and mournful. Her hand left him and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips were barely touching and his arms wrapped around her waist, where he pulled her closer to him. "Half-Sack, you are the first man I've wanted to have sex with since Juice, Jax and Opie found me half-dead at FunTown."

"Chibs . . ." She laughed.

"To Hell with da! I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions, and believe it or not, I've made mine a long time ago!"

He then closed the distance between them, and kissed her lovingly. She gently fell back onto the bed, and his lips trailed down to the hallow of her throat. She let out a little moan as she arched her back slightly so that he could unclasp her bra. He took off her bra, and threw it on the other side of the bed, before he went back to kissing her neck. His lips trailed across her collarbone and his hands moved up to grasp and knead her breasts. He then moved down and slowly and lovingly worshiped her breasts with his lips and tongue, taking one dusky nipple into his mouth every once in a while, and flicking it with his tongue, making her let loose a small, yet pleasure-filled cry.

Suddenly, the door to his bedroom swung open, and Opie stood on the threshold, his hand on the doorknob, and a bored, yet irritated look on his bearded face. "Hey, Half-Sack, Clay wants – Oh shit, sorry!" Half-Sack stood up on his hands and knees over Velvet and looked over his shoulder, where he glared a look of daggers at Opie.

"Do you mind Ope?" He yelled sarcastically, and Opie waved.

"No, no, go back to what you were doing, I'll just tell Clay and Jax that your – Hey, is that Velvet? Velvet, where's Chibs? Jax and Clay need to talk to him!" Half-Sack rolled his eyes as Velvet giggled lightly.

"Opie! Do a Michael Jackson, and beat it for Christ's sake!" Opie nodded and waved again.

"Yeah, okay, sorry, have fun – and use fucking protection, Half-Sack! She's like my fucking sister, man! You knock her up, I'll knock you up!" The door closed as soon as the threat left his mouth, and Half-Sack hung his head as Velvet grinned and laughed a little. He turned his eyes onto hers, where he sighed sarcastically. Velvet gently bit her bottom lip as she slowly undid his pants and rooted out his sex. He let out a moan as her fingers wrapped around his length. After a moment – which felt like an eternity – both of their eyes locked on each others.

Half-Sack pulled her into his body, not forcefully, but she wasn't protesting in any way, either. His hands traveled up from her smooth arms and neck, where he cupped her face softly, his thumbs stroking her beautiful golden cheeks, and he gazed deeply into her dark brown eyes, feeling her soft sweet breath against his chin. They inched their faces towards each others so very slowly, their half-lidded eyes still watching each other, until their lips met. He kissed her gently as they lay, unmoving, on his bed, the music, noises and sounds of the shop and of SAMCRO behind them.

He pulled away slowly, feeling her heart beating through her chest against his own, and he whispered so quietly, he wasn't even sure it was audible,

"I love you Velvet . . ."

He combed his hands through her silken hair as he leaned forward once more, and their lips met again, this time, much more passionately. He felt her hands snaking up his chest and over his shoulders, and she ran her fingers through his hair. All this contact, the brushing and stroking of their skin, was just driving him crazy; for so long he had wanted this, and he almost gave up waiting, for he had the strangest feeling for a while that she had no interest in any of this ever since Kurt and FunTown. His hands moved down her body, holding her close to him as they shared the kiss, and she gasped, breaking from his playing mouth, as his hands came to rest just above her waist.

He stopped his fevered actions for a moment, thinking that he had done something wrong, but she just gazed back into his husky eyes, mirroring his own expression. She had admitted to him that he was the first man she had wanted to have sex with since she arrived here from FunTown (something that Half-Sack found shocking, giving the fact that Juice, Happy and especially Jax was walking all over the place) and it had been ages since he had a woman touch him like this with so much love. Cherry had been the last, and man, he hadn't realized how much he missed it!

One of her hands glided away from his neck and to his other shoulder. As much as he wanted it – oh, and believe him, he wanted it badly – this was not something he thought that she should give up just on a whim.

"Velvet . . ." He heard his unusually hoarse voice, and touched her hand with his own, but she quickly pressed an index finger on his lips, shushing him form any further talk. So shush he would.

He moved in again for another fervent kiss, their bodies meshing as his hands slithered down her sides again, receiving the same little shudder of her chest from before. Her lips were so soft and so sweet, and yet she could play back with his every move, which he had to admit that he did not expect. He could feel her continuing to peel her panties down as they stayed connected, and before he knew it, he had begun ripping the rest of his clothes off as well. Finally, his instincts were in their element. Pants, then boxers . . .

Did I always wear this much clothing! He asked in his mind.

He was pretty sure that he could have been scribed for the fastest stripping with only his pants and boxers, but who'd want to be known for something as gay as that?

With all of their clothing scattered on the floor around them, they lay naked on his bed in the clubhouse of Sons of Anarchy, sharing that sweet kiss that had only momentarily been broken a few times as they had struggled out of their clothes. Half-Sack broke away in need of air, and rested his forehead against hers, his chest heaving, and looked deeply into her eyes. And he was glad, because for once, he did not see that lingering sadness, nor did he see fear, which was another bonus. He didn't expect this was something inexperienced people acted so fearlessly upon; but then again, this was the Velvet they were talking about. If there was anyone that took so much from Chibs, it was his oldest daughter.

With her arms wrapped over his shoulders, he gazed down at her beautifully scarred body, taking in her image thirstily; her dark skin glowing silver in the moonlight shining in through the windows, her black hair even blacker, her brown eyes twinkled.

His hands traveled up from her belly – oh, how she was so smooth, despite her scars – and gently passed over her beautiful breasts, meriting a quiet moan from her lips. He traced his fingers up her collar bone and to her neck, and then he leaned his face in, placing tender kisses from under her ear down to her jaw-line. As he made his way to her throat, he felt her hands brush down his chest and belly, her fingers exploring the scars in his skin left over from missions and from Iraq, and he took a sudden gasp of air as she stroked his abdomen, just above his manhood.

So, she could tease, too? Well, he was surprised, but not at all disappointed. That made the game only that much more fun for him. Besides, Jax did say she was a Hellcat in the bedroom . . .

He held himself above her, knowing that he might crush her otherwise. He smiled down to her before continuing his work, starting at her collarbone. My turn, He thought as he planted kiss after kiss, trailing down ever so slowly to one of her breasts, her body almost writhing in anticipation. He could feel her hands on his back again, and in his hair, massaging and urging him to continue, and he was more than happy to oblige. He pressed his mouth gently to her breast and brushed her nipple very lightly with his lips, almost in a tormenting way. The effect was instantaneous, and he heard a sound escape her mouth as she pushed her body up at him, obviously tortured by his teasing. He grinned, satisfied with his knack to make even her, the spawn of one of the most stubborn people he had ever met, shake with pleasure.

He continued to kiss and suckle at the sensitive skin, playing her lightly with his tongue, and judging by how she was digging her nails into his back, he'd say that he was driving her mad. Her breathing had escalated by now, and his own a little, but he was having maybe a little too much fun with this game.

He moved back up to her beautiful face, and their mouths connected once more, and he placed a knee between her legs, which opened surely, almost in a begging manner, but before he could make another move, her hands had traveled sneakily back down to his abdomen and stroked his manhood, her fingers rubbing gently.

"Velvet!" He gasped, partly in surprise, and partly in pleasure, breaking the kiss, and staring down at her, stunned. She grinned back, imitating the look he had thought he'd hidden moments before when she had the upper hand.

As she continued to work his hardening member, he gasped in ecstacy, finding it increasingly difficult to keep himself from pressing onto her, his arms shaking lightly. He lowered himself and kissed her uncontrollably, and when she finally let go of him, her hands stroking up his chest and back over his shoulders, he could continue where he had been going, noting that he was aching badly now. Oh well, he deserved that, after what he had put her through before.

As they shared that lustful kiss, he put most of his weight on one arm, and his left hand traveled down her sensitive body to her eager hips, where he brushed her abdomen once with his fingers, before lifting her waist. He entered her with a groan and pressed his body against hers, their skin already layered with sweat, and kissed her hot throat, just below her jaw, managing to struggle the arm with his weight on it closer to her, where he gently stroked her neck.

Slowly, he began to rock his hips against hers, gripping her upper-thigh and trying to hold her steady as he began the rhythm, breathing on her neck lustfully. A moan escaped her lips as he pushed himself deeper in with every thrust, and he could feel her hands running down his back, clutching and rubbing the skin as his pace turned more intense, his movements becoming stronger and a little faster.

He heard sounds begin to escape his own throat as she forced her waist up, and his grip on her thigh tightened, pulling and pushing her against his own actions. She groaned again, her hands releasing his back and planting on the bedcovers, digging her fingers into the blanket as she desperately tried to control herself, and angled her hips more appropriately towards him. He leaned closer down, allowing her to support a bit of his weight, their drenched bodies sliding almost effortlessly against one another with every time he drove into her. Her supple breasts shook lightly as he repeatedly forced himself into her body, and he moved a hand up, massaging one as he reached her mouth again for another frenzied kiss, their lips playing between each desperate breath of air.

He pressed on, her involuntary moaning, and his own, becoming more frequent as their hot bodies tangled and bucked on the cool blankets below them, the moonlight shining on their sweating skin.

Suddenly, he felt her back beginning to arch, pushing her middle up against his own, and the warmth around him tightened. She cried out into the night, her voice even that of an angel's, no matter what the situation. After he delivered only a few rather rough thrusts into her peaking body, he would have pulled out before his own climax, but she held onto him, and had wrapped her legs around his hips, denying him to leave her. He gasped, and his voice escaped his lips along with her's, pleasure overwhelming his body as his warm seed spilled into her welcoming body.

After their moment of bliss faded, their bodies collapsed, worn muscles relaxing, their breathing still heavy. He lay his head against her heaving chest for a moment, listening at her heart beat beautifully. Her fingers traveled up his neck, and stroked his face tenderly as he gazed half-liddedly down into her elegant brown eyes. He closed his eyes, and again breathed in her scent deeply, and wished they could stay like this forever . . . their bodies and souls entwined and ignorant of the world around them . . . wishing that tomorrow might never come, and that he would never have to go on that mission that he was assigned to.

Even though Velvet assured him that Jax had meant nothing to her, he saw the way that Jax looked at her when he thought that he wasn't looking. Jax wanted Velvet Telford, and no matter what he told himself, Half-Sack couldn't help but think that Jax would get her. After all . . . he was

Chibs' best friend.