Time to make Lemonaide out of lemons!
Okay, so that sucked, I promise I won't do it again, but you get the picture.
Yeah, here's where Jax and Velvet's relationship explodes, and the real plot of the story takes off from here on out.
And yeah, sorry for the really long chapter!
"Half-Sack! Half-Sack wake up!"
Half-Sack grunted and startled awake later than night, to find Juice leaning over his bed. He looked down, seeing Velvet still sleeping soundly beside him and turned his groggy gaze back onto Juice.
"What the fuck do you want?" He murmured groggily after rubbing his face with his hands, and Juice nodded towards the door.
"Clay needs you in the Chapel real quick . . ." He whispered back and Half-Sack nodded as Juice stepped back from the bed so that Half-Sack could get out and gather his clothes without disturbing Velvet. She shifted on the bed but didn't awake and Juice smiled a small smile as he regarded her.
"She's always slept soundly . . . a tornado or an earthquake couldn't wake her!" Half-Sack smiled a half-smile at Juice. He had forgotten than Juice dated her as well.
Half-Sack finished dressing, and he fallowed Juice out of the room and down the hall after he closed the bedroom door silently behind him. Juice opened the door to Chapel, and saw Clay sitting in the leather chair completely alone except for his signature cigar being held in his first two fingers.
Clay nodded to Juice. "Thanks. You can go back to bed now before Consuela misses you." Juice smiled at the mention of his fianc
é, and nodded as Half-Sack entered Chapel and Juice closed the door behind him. Half-Sack sat down beside Clay and waited for the Head Honcho to began talking. Clay didn't at first, just sat there, puffing on his cigar for a moment. When he did start speaking, his voice was quiet, soft."I need you to forget the mission you were supposed to do tomorrow. I have another one for yo do. One more important . . ." He finally spoke, and Half-Sack looked slightly alarmed as he regarded Clay.
"Really? I mean . . . there's no one else that will do it?" Clay shook his head. He was gazing tiredly off in the distance.
"There's no one else that will after the accident with Donna . . ." Half-Sack gulped. Uh oh. This was probably not going to be a good mission.
"W-what is it?" Clay turned his eyes onto Half-Sack.
"I need you to knock off someone . . . someone important . . ."
Velvet walked down the hallway leading from the living quarters of the clubhouse, hefting her purse up higher on her shoulder as she went, her car keys in her hand. She was tired . . . so damn tired. She had stayed with Half-Sack until he had to leave that afternoon at 2:00, and then she had finished packing up her things. All she wanted to do was go home, fall on her bed and pass the Hell out before Chibs made her do some menial task that she didn't really need to do. For instance, cleaning up his insanely messy house! Jesus! That man was probably the biggest slob she had ever met! But, he was her father, and she did love him unconditionally.
Velvet reached the front door of the clubhouse, and her hand was on the doorknob, but then she heard his voice . . . his sexy, deep voice . . .
"Hey Velvet!"
Jax.
Velvet turned around and smiled sweetly. Half-Sack had constantly expressed his fears that Jax wanted her, last night, and she had assured him that Jax would not get her, but still . . . she could still romp around with him. Get to the end of their chains and bark at each other . . .
"Yes Jackson?" She asked him in a sugary sweet voice, and Bobby and Juice cracked half-grins and chuckled a little. Jax grinned at her from over the pool table as well. Velvet was the only one in the club besides Gemma, who could call Jax by his real name and he not riddle them with bullets within five minutes of the words leaving their lips. Not even Tara or Wendy had that privilege when they were his Crows!
Jax gestured her over to them. "Come play a game or two of pool with us before you go. Have a little fun for once since you got back." Velvet shook her head, shooting him an apologetic look.
"I can't! I gotta get back home to da. I stayed away for a day or two, he'll be missin' me by now!" Jax tsked and walked over to her, where he dragged her gently over to the pool table.
"I'll make up an excuse for you! Mom needed your expert filing skills or something lame like that. Chibs'll buy it, I promise!" He assured her as Juice handed her a pool stick. She looked at Jax helplessly as she took it.
"Jax, no, I'm tired . . .!" She whined petulantly as she stood between the pool table and the wall. As he passed by her, he put his lips to her ear so that Juice or Bobby couldn't hear what he was about to say to her, and put his hand gently on her hip,
"Don't worry Velvet, I'll be sure to tuck you into my bed . . ." He grinned suggestively, and continued to inch by her. She gazed up at him, blush tinging her cheeks. Did he mean that like she thought he meant that? Or was it a simple slip of the tongue.
She forfeited the first game, opting to watch Bobby and Juice play instead, and get some pointers, before she played the big McDaddy of pool himself, who so far, could not be beaten at a game yet, by anyone! That didn't stop Happy from trying to beat Jax at every game of pool he could fit into his schedule, however! Jax opted out too, leaning up aganist the wall nearest the pool table, their eyes never leaving the game. So far, Bobby was winning, much to Juice's hilarious, oftentimes, angry, irritated comments.
"So . . . did you mean what you said about tucking me into your bed? Actually, what exactly did you mean by that?" She asked him and he laughed a little, their eyes still never leaving the game, and he answered her quietly,
"Its exactly like it sounds Velvet. If you want, I'll tuck you into bed. It'll probably be my bed, though, speaking I don't have a key to anyone else's except to the one that's my room; but I'm warning you now . . ." He turned his eyes onto hers and grinned licentiously. "It probably won't be a tame tucking in." She turned her eyes onto his, and propped her elbow up on the low wall behind them, where she leaned in closer to him.
"What if I have a boyfriend, Jax?" He did the same, and his impish grin grew a little bit wider.
"Velvet, I can keep a secret darlin'," He told her, imitating a John Wayne accent, which made her laugh, and he stopped and paused for a moment, thinking, before he answered her in his normal voice. "Although I probably shouldn't. I have the reputation about being quite the lover around here, and I don't want to steal Half-Sack's beloved girlfriend from him, because of one simple night of passionate fucking in bed." She grinned, laughing, before she shook her head.
"Yeah, that probably wouldn't be such a good idea, don't you think?" She laughed again then, and he laughed too.
"You think?" She shook her head and laughed again. Maybe Half-Sack was right . . . maybe she had underestimated the power that Jax held over her. They had grown up with each other, after all, and they had dated for a while there –
"Yes!"
"Aw, come on!" They turned their eyes back onto the game in alarm, only to see that Bobby had won, much to Juice's chagrin. Juice slammed his pool stick down onto the table, to a laughing Bobby.
"I ain't never playin' you again, old man! Its bad enough that Jax beats me every game we play, I don't need you to either! Damn, I'm losin' all my money!" He complained, and Bobby held out his hand, a shit-eating grin on his face, where he laughed a little.
"Pay up, Juicy Juice! One hundred smackaroos! And by the way, don't feel bad, Jax beats everyone that dares to play him!" He grinned and winked teasingly at Velvet as Juice yanked his wallet out of his back pocket, and thumbed through it, where he got out two fifties, mumbling in anger the entire time. He slammed them onto the green felt pool table and Bobby took them, where he slid them into his back pocket before he walked over to Jax. "I gotta go Jax. The wife wants me at home tonight." Jax nodded and patted him on the back.
"Yeah, okay, I'll see you tomorrow Bobby." Bobby nodded at them both before he left, but shot Velvet a kind, knowing smile, nonetheless. Juice shot Bobby another mean look and flipped him off as Bobby walked toward the door, before he stomped off into his bedroom, mumbling angrily under his breath as he walked. They heard Bobby laugh as each door swung shut behind them, leaving Velvet and Jax totally alone together. The only sounds came from the buzzing of the overhead lights and the occasional sounds of the ice cube maker in the refrigerator in the kitchen. They walked over to the pool table, where Jax immediately began racking the balls. He glanced at her over the table.
"What we bettin'?" She gazed at him in confusion, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as well.
"What are you talking about?" He grinned and laughed.
"What are we betting? Money? Video games, in Juice and Half-Sack's case, what?" She shrugged.
"I don't care." Jax looked around.
"Its abnormally quiet around here for ten at night. Normally the place is crawling with people." She gazed at him in a playfully reproachful gaze.
"Jax, it's the Forth of July, you know. Most people are out partying and getting laid." He shrugged, a smile on his face.
"Yeah, it is, isn't it? Come to think of it, nobody probably ain't coming back, you want to play strip pool?" Her eyes widened. All she heard was 'strip'.
"W-what?" He laughed. Okay, Half-Sack was definitely right about Jax liking her!
"You wanna play strip pool? Its kinda like betting, except when you fail to put a ball in a pocket, instead of adding ten dollars to the pot, you strip an article of clothing off." She didn't answer him for a moment. Actually, she stood there stunned more than anything else. She couldn't believe he had actually suggested such a thing when he knew good and well that she had a serious boyfriend! Jax grinned.
"I take that stunned silence as a yes." Before Velvet could complain or get out a 'no', he stood up.
"You breakin'?" She shrugged, both in indifference and in defeat. There was no winning a fight aganist Jackson Teller. He was like his mother in that category.
"I can . . . but I gotta tell you something Jax. I can't break worth a shit. Actually, I have to confess something else . . . I'm not exactly the best pool player out there!" Jax scoffed as he walked over to her, where he handed her the white cue ball.
"Come on, you can't be worse than Tig. Show me. It'll be a freebie." She sighed and lined her pool stick up with the white cue ball. She hit the pool cue, and it rolled towards the triangle of pool balls, where it hit them gently. They shifted slightly, but they didn't break. She straightened up and gazed at him sarcastically.
"See! I told you!" Jax smirked and scoffed again.
"Oh, no wonder why, your holding the stick wrong. Here, let me show you. Get back in position . . ." Velvet got back into the position she was in the split second before she hit the cue ball, expecting him to critique her with words and gestures, but instead, she felt his hard body fold over hers.
Velvet's breath caught in her throat as she felt the hard planes of his perfectly sculpted stomach meet her back, and his groin meet her ass. It was a primal, animalistic pose, and she felt a low moan, barely loud enough for him hear, escape from her throat. Either he didn't hear her, or he chose to ignore it.
His arm stretched forward, where he gently took her hand in his. "Hold the stick like this in your hand . . ." He told her, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head when he shifted forward aganist her to put the cue ball in position, his body rubbing a little aganist hers. She let out another little groan. God this was so primal, so-so . . . forbidden.
Jesus, they were acting like a dog and a bitch in heat, and Velvet wasn't entirely sure if Jax didn't mean for this to happen, or if the bastard planned it out! It was such a Jax thing to do, to plan it out, when he knew she had a boyfriend that she was determined to stay faithful to!
Velvet bit her bottom lip and one of her hands moved sensually down the outside of his muscular thigh. Jax paused for a split second, but passed it by and continued what he was saying, although his breath quickened slightly. He swallowed and spoke, but when he did, his voice came out husky, and he had to clear his voice to continue talking,
"Then you hit it with this much applied force . . ." He pulled the stick back, his hands still on hers, and hit the cue ball. It soared swiftly forward and broke the triangle with a loud 'crack', that reverberated around the empty room. "See, its easy. Nothing more than extremely watered-down physics." He moved to pull back from her, but she moved her hand up to grip his neck, where she brought him down for a long, suckling kiss. Jax froze at first, but then melted aganist her, his hands moving to wrap around her middle, where they investigated the smooth plane of her stomach.
He leaned forward, where he supported himself by putting his hands on the side of the pool table. What she first thought was air on her neck, was suddenly lips; Jax's deliciously full lips . . . on her. Not on Tara, not on Luanne, not on Wendy . . . but her. If this was like heaven, then she was on Cloud Nine.
The caresses were nothing more than lips on skin, but they caused a tremor to start in Velvet's body. She gasped and leaned back into Jax, who ran his hands closer together on the pool table before skipping to her stomach again. Her hands braced her weight, and then some of his, on the pool table before she allowed herself to be wrapped up in him.
Jax moved his hands up and down her tight stomach through her corset top, feeling the muscles spasm underneath the pads of his callused fingers. He was almost obsessed with her reaction to him, and his hands slipped higher to see how she would react. She let out an uninhibited moan, and Jax responded by pressing himself harder into her back. She could feel his hard arousal pressing into the small of her back, and she panted softly as one of his hands slipped up and over a previously unexplored territory.
The cold of the room was put at bay by the heat steaming off from the both of them. Jax bit her lip once more, though not enough to draw blood. "Do you want me, Velvet?" His dark and husky voice inquired in her ear, his body moving up aganist her temptingly. She knew she was supposed to say no. She knew she should just walk away, think of Half-Sack, anything to stop this snowball from rolling any further downhill, but she couldn't . . .
"Y-yes . . ." She answered him along with a whimper. She wanted him so bad, but she didn't dare voice those thoughts aloud where he could hear them. She didn't know why, but those words would mortify her.
"Tell me . . ." He ordered silkily as his hand trailed slowly temptingly up her bare inner thigh.
Oh, screw it.
"I want you, Jax . . . I want you so bad." Her voice came, hoping her compliant tone would encourage him to go farther.
"Velvet . . .!" He growled, his hand slipping lower on her thigh, warranting a displeased groan from her. He shushed her gently, his hand slipping under her corset top. He brought it up as far as the restraining fabric would allow, his eyes scanning what he could see from the position he was in. He smiled, pushing her black jean skirt up further, over her ass and stomach. He couldn't suppress a throaty moan, and with one swift movement, she was in front of him, her back pressing up aganist the pool table.
"No strip pool tonight, huh?" He joked as he kissed her, deeply, and she shook her head as she gripped his neck.
"No . . . apparently, I can't hold a stick right." He grinned and laughed as he took her hand and led her down the hallway toward his room, while clumsily fishing for his key out of his back pocket as he went.
"Tucking me into bed already?" She was the one that joked this time, and he flashed her a grin over his shoulder.
"Oh, Hell yeah, Velvet," He breathed, his voice husky as he turned the key and opened the door. They stumbled inside and he closed the door with his foot, before they fell on the bed in a passionate embrace, their lips clashing in an animalistic-like kiss.
Velvet sighed into him, her arms wrapping around his tall, lithe, muscular frame. Her head tilted up, and though it felt like her neck might break, all she felt was fingertips and lips and warmth. Beautiful, comforting, soothing warmth, and she delighted in it, pressing herself into the being that caused such a feeling within her. It was strange, this kiss, and his lips on hers were so smooth, that she feared that she was on a string. He – Jax – was so different from shy, almost scared Half-Sack. He was full of manly confidence and the muscles that quivered underneath her fingertips . . . it was like flickering lightning.
Velvet glanced down at his straining jeans through half-lidded, pleasure-filled eyes, and vaguely wondered if his body was this fantastic, how well-muscled his cock was! Half-Sack did mention that he often caught glimpses of Jax in the showers at Prison, and he seemed, not embarrassed, but jealous –
Another kiss to her lips broke through her thoughts as her hands wrapped themselves gently around his neck, and she felt his own nimble fingers slip through her hair.
She is so willing, and he takes some kind of voyeuristic pleasure in knowing that he alone has her trust right now, and that Half-Sack is barely in her mind. That he can hurt her, bend her until she's ripe to break, but keep her within his clutched hands. A sound escapes from her mouth and he grins, delighting in this as well. Managing through a screaming mind, he pulls away, his lips lingering on hers for a moment, a whisper of a touch over her lips. He is teasing her, and he senses that she likes it.
His touch slides down her arms to her waist. The pads of his fingers press into the supple flesh, feeling her shudder beneath him. He pushes her back against the soft black sheets of his bed. Her back is arched against the sheets, and he pushes his body into hers. Her body presses back against his, and he closes his eyes, fire sweeping up and down his front, while warmth also covers hers. A whimper escapes her mouth and he smiles, his hands bunching her skirt up into his grasp until he is certain the warmth hits her bare thighs and most private of places.
Velvet is drowning, that is all that she can feel, and it is not as bad as the Sweetbutts constantly make it out to be. The warm, silky blankets and sheets is not what she feels, only the seducing warmth in front of her, pressing her back aganist them. She obliges his gentle pushes, and lays back aganist the sheets and blankets behind her, legs dangling loosely around his lean waist. One foot slides like a gentle secret up his leg, unable to keep from the simple, sparking touch, even through a thin, scratchy layer of jeans. The air suddenly feels hotter and her breathing is erratic, her fingers clutching at his leather vest as warm lips leave a trail of fire down her neck. They leave her skin, only for a moment, and she feels what is left of the fabric on her, being pulled away from her body, and down her legs; leaving her quite naked beneath him, as he sat up on his knees over her, where he took of his vest and pulled his shirt up over his head. He tossed them both over the bed, and gazed down at her, his breathing shallow.
Her dark waves, black as twilight – like both of her parent's – fall like a dream onto the contrasting bed, and he watches her for a moment. Her arms fall where they will, resting in a bent position just above her head. His eyes follow one down to where it meets her shoulder, and then to the swell of her small, yet still ample breasts, her nipples, a beautiful dark brown. The skin underneath him stretches out like a pool of lightly golden, bronze silk, soft to the touch. His lips lower to her navel, simply pressing to the clear span of her stomach, and resting there for a multitude of seconds. He feels her back arch into his grasp and lips, and her smell is intoxicating, filling every bit of him.
Take me Jax . . .
The thought is unvoiced, but it doesn't have to be, she finds. Her legs are tense, but she moves them up to the hem of his own pants, desperate now that he unclothes. Seeing him smile in the darkness, made the fire burn all the more, and her legs pushed at his waist. His fingers left her hips, leaving her strangely cold, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. Her eyes watched as he made quick work of the rest of his clothing, and paused to look back at her, only to see her studying him like he did her.
His long, golden, wheat blonde hair hung loose around his broad, strongly sculpted shoulders, and shadows played lines across his hard defined chest. Velvet's eyes wandered slowly south, and she could see the light blonde hair that started at his belly button and rippling pectorals, before they made a beeline down to his hard, ready manhood. Her breath left her body then.
How does this happen? How is something besides lust seeping through his veins? As he watched her, his fingers smoothed their way up her legs, from calf to thigh and over her hips. He felt it, the fire burning in the pit of his stomach, and in her body, and he doesn't deny that it hurts. But it feels so much better than pain. This pain, he would gladly tolerate and take.
Velvet leaned up to meet his kiss, one arm, which had felt like lead, wrapped around his shoulders. She held onto him, as if afraid he would dissipate into nothing, leaving this moment as a very sensual daydream, or even a dream in itself. Instead, she is pushed back with his lips, feeling her body being fully positioned atop the silky bed. His knee, steady between her legs, lifts himself above her. He breathes against her mouth, their breath mingling, not able to pull more than a few hair widths away from one another's lips.
She let out a fluttery moan as he lowered himself into her, her eyes fluttering closed as his manhood filled her completely. She raised her hips as he pushed down into her, and her fingers dug into his back, into the Sons of Anarchy tattoo, tattooed on his back, and something between pain and pleasure stirred deep inside of her body.
Jax rocked forward as sparks ignited behind his closed eyelids. His breath escaped in short puffs from his mouth as they both lingered in a half kiss. He moved away and slightly out of her, causing her to shudder and move her hips away. Missing this contact of her pelvis, he once more grinded into her skin, a mutual groan escaping both of their mouths. A sound of mutual satisfaction and pleasure.
Strong arms kept them touching just so, chest to chest. One is steady above her head, the other near her shoulder, tense from the stress of keeping himself above her, though no where near to exhaustion. He repeats his movements, taking her lips fully into his, tongues meeting in a silent clash as he sinks pleasantly into her.
He is barely aware of a door opening in the background, the apologetic, yet seemingly drunken sounds of a fellow SAMCRO member's apologies, and the closing of said door again. Instead, he takes this time to lift her slightly, his fingers slipping beneath her shoulder blades. Using his legs he turns them, and suddenly the geography has changed.
Her hair falls into her face as she is suddenly looking down into an angelic face. Her eyes flickered at the movement of him within her, and she bucked forward into the new sensation with a small, languid cry of pleasure. He is truly deep within her, and she must be satiated, pushing forward again. Her hands covered his chest, stretched out gently, though her fingers dug softly into his own hard flesh. She uses her palms to pull on his skin, pressing herself into his pelvis as he lifts his hips. She feels him, all of him, and his hands raise up. Her body shook as she felt one of his hands move up to her breast, and she glanced down through heavy lids, her light blue eyes moving to his dark blue ones, and she felt her stomach tighten. He stared at her as though she was the only thing in the world that truly mattered to him, and she dared to believe for just a moment, that it was true.
She dared to hope that this moment was more than just lust.
Both of his hands left her, and she cried out at the loss of contact, though they were only gone for a moment before he placed them back on her hips. The gentleness of all of this was driving him mad, and he reached for her thighs, where he gripped her hard, before he pulled her into him.
He groaned, and she let out a much louder moan, throwing her head back in pleasure, and he felt her shudder above him as he drove himself harder up into her. She whimpered, her voice never ceasing, as he felt her reach that pinnacle, and her breathing stopped for a few seconds in shock of such a feeling. The pleasure of seeing this affected him, and he pushed hard up into her, the shuddering of her body causing the same event in him.
Every moan from her turned him unwillingly wild, and the rhythm of their bodies moving together made him go faster, like the apocalypse was going to be there tomorrow, and they had to live it up. She pulled him up to her and kissed him passionately, letting out a small, pleasure-filled moan as they rocked together.
"I want you to come in me, Jax . . ." She whispered, and he swallowed a lump forming in his throat.
"Half-Sack . . ." He whispered back, and Velvet shook her head.
"I want you to come with me, Jax . . ."
Faster, faster, then 'BOOM', the climax came. They both moaned out as they left the room, hitting the stars and the planets at lighting speed in each other's embrace before they both raced down the Milky Way together, hitting a new, blissful oblivion on the way down. He shakily reached up, where he pulled her face to his. His lips demanded hers, demanded that she respond, and she did, gladly.
He tangled his fingers into her hair, the other hand wrapped around the small of her back, and he pulled her to him, touching her everywhere as all of her muscles relaxed and became like liquid putty in his grip. She felt him relax beneath her, and she pulled her lips from his, burying her head into the crook of his neck, murmuring incoherent sounds. Resting her hands near her body, atop his chest still, she sighed and breathed in deeply, taking in his musky male scent, much like he had before, to her. She opened her mouth near his ear, daring to say something before hesitating.
He did not give her a chance to summon the courage, and sat up, keeping her warm in his arms, but jolting her out of any thoughts that she may have had. She smiled despite this, and kissed his cheek, and even felt a muscle twitch beneath her lips, the hint of a faint smile. She gave a breathy laugh at this, and he squeezed her tighter, and she supposed that if this his form of affection, then she wouldn't object.
Jax clung to her, just as she held on to him, another mutual need, and he felt her face once more buried in the crook of his neck before resting on his shoulder. His eyes began to close, and he sighed, feeling relaxed and comfortable, and for once not bothering to care who might know it.
"I love you, Velvet . . ." He confessed quietly in the darkness, his breathing heavy, ragged, and so tired. She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck, where she hugged him back.
"I love you too, Jax . . ." He wouldn't leave her this time, he thought. Just as she dared to hope that he would be there when she awoke.
And then it occurred to her . . .
The entire time that she was making love with Jax, Half-Sack was far from her mind.
In the glow of the morning sun, the light of the daughter of Sons of Anarchy's Emergency Field Medic, and the darkness of the Vice President, clashed underneath black silk sheets and feather down. Their limbs, all bare, were intertwined, as if clinging to their mutual warmth. The sounds of SAMCRO moving about, trying to get rid of the sins and hangovers of last night, had yet to take place. They were still safe . . .
For now.
Jax woke up first, his body reacting to the hours of sleep he had just received. Hours . . . the longest he had slept in . . . well . . . forever. The waves of the dark-haired woman sleeping next to him were splayed about his chest, and a small, weak, but warm and loving smile nonetheless, threatened to adorn his handsome face as he looked upon her soft features. Feeling himself stir, he looked to the ceiling and closed his eyes, pushing the thoughts from him. However, instead of the peace he had wished for, she stretched against him, and he let out the breath he had been holding. She murmured gently, her eyelashes fluttered open, and she looked UP at who she had woken next to. An uninhibited smile spread across her face, and she snuggled closer to him.
If he hadn't been confused before, he sure as Hell was now. He remained stoic as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck, her head resting on his upper chest. Jax sighed, swallowing rather hard, and he felt her lips. It may have been unintentional, he didn't know, but her lips were warm and sent hot shivers down his spine. Her fingertips softly caressed wherever she was touching him, his lower abdomen, near his navel, and his upper arm. Both of their breaths became erratic at this, his fingers in turn caressing her skin at her hip and just below her arm on her back. He heard her speak something, her breath hot against his neck. He guessed it was his name, though he was beyond caring. And as if he couldn't take it any more, he gripped her body, turning her over so she that was underneath him. She looked up, appearing startled by the sudden change in geography, but not entirely shocked. Her body moved beneath him, oblivious to what her skin was doing to him. He sighed, resting his body against hers just to feel her moving.
"I . . . have longed to see you this way for days since you arrived back . . ." His voice was a deep rumble from his chest. She looked confused, her eyebrows furrowing. "Beneath me Velvet . . ." Her face relaxed, as though she had been worried at what he might say.
Velvet swallowed hard as she felt his hand slip beneath himself, moving down her thigh. He caressed, sliding over her thighs and up to her stomach. She arched her back, and his hands paused at her breasts, caressing softly.
She could see him watching her, not just caressing her neck, as he was now. She didn't say anything as he caressed down the curve of her breast, lingering there for just a moment and continuing down to her stomach, her hips, her thighs, lifting her knees around his waist.
Feeling her face heat up, she tried to remain calm as he leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. It was a gentle kiss, and this amazed her. For a few moments she did nothing but watch. He trailed his kisses to her neck and shoulders, and then his tongue slipped over her breast, to her dusky nipple. At this, she winced, waiting for the hard bite that she knew would come, only it never did. She gasped, letting her body visibly relax as he caressed her other breast with his fingertips, soft to the touch. Jax was not Alexandre.
"J-Jax . . ." But she was silenced as he moved his mouth back up to hers. While soft, his lips were demanding, and she allowed him to enter her mouth. His tongue slipped along her lips before meeting her own tongue. A moan entered his mouth, and she could feel him smile at this, before continuing to caress her mouth.
"Relax, Velvet, relax . . ." He whispered to her, pulling away slightly from her lips. "I'm not Alexandre, Velvet." He watched as she nodded her head, trusting him now. He would not betray this trust. Neither of them was even sure if Half-Sack had this trust.
Jax slid his hands down to her thighs once more and positioned himself above her. He could feel her warmth as he pressed against her. Her gasp reached his ears like a song as he slid himself easily into her, amazed at the sudden sensations that washed over him as her heat enveloped him.
Groaning in languid pleasure, he pushed himself harder into her, feeling her give way. She whimpered and he covered her mouth to reassure her that no one would hear them if people started moving around in the clubhouse. Feeling her move beneath him, he grinned, pulling away from her, seeing her eyes, cloudy with something he had never seen from her, and that she had never expressed. Lust, perhaps. He moved within her, causing her body to shudder against his.
"Jax . . . please . . ."
Biting his lip he pushed inside her more, and a moan escaped her lips. How could she bare to trust him so much after what Alexandre did to her? Half-Sack told him and Opie when they asked, that she was still learning to trust him. He looked down at the woman whimpering beneath him. Though now, she was needing him, needing more of him. He pushed harder into her, eliciting a moan from her. Breathing hard, he continued, building speed. Her hands clutched onto his arms, her head in the crook of his neck, kissing him there before moving to his ear. She nibbled the lobe softly, before resting back on the pillow and starting to groan.
"Harder Jax . . ." She whispered in need, and he pushed harder into her a couple of times before her back suddenly arched off the bed aganist him, her hips grinding against his as she climaxed. He gasped as he felt his own release, and he lowered himself to rest against her, his body moving in slight jerks now. He made a soft moaning sound against her as he slowly came back into the room they were in, instead of the high place he had just been. He lifted his head slightly, looking down at her half-closed eyes, which slowly opened, and in turn watched him back.
Sliding out of her, he never broke contact, and instead turned next to her, her body turning with him, her thighs still up against his. They stared at each other for a long while, before exhaustion overtook her body, and he watched her sleep while he stayed awake, ever vigilant, ever protect-full of who he considered his girl, and that's when it occurred to him that he considered her exactly that. Velvet was his girl.
And while the peace she was experiencing, did not affect him the same way physically, he felt more rested, more content, more happier than ever before, just as his eyes caressed her smooth skin.
Jax smiles when he sleeps.
Velvet's mouth curled into a delicate grin, something girlish that only the young and the naive truly possess, even though she's far from naive. She's been watching him for only a few moments, having found herself buried pleasantly in his smooth, protective arms. She hovers above him now, her wavy black hair falling in messy tresses around her face. She bites her bottom lip in quiet pleasure, and knows this will disappear all too soon. As soon as Half-Sack gets back from his mission, this dream world would dissolve. Her heart wrenched when she realized that she wished for that smile to be there when he woke up. But it won't, and she closed her eyes for just a moment, enjoying the sight beneath her while she still could.
Her eyes were soft and hazy from just waking up, and he wished to see them every day when he awoke. He felt her skin flush against his, and it is this fact that made Jax smile in his sleep. Her arm rested across his chest, her other elbow on the pillow next to his head, her finger caressing the tips of his blonde locks. He is unmoving, finding vain pleasure in the fact that he captivates her.
He wonders if he should alert her to his being awake, but doesn't dare to. She is uninhibited when she thinks no one is watching, and it is only through a barely cracked eye, that he sees her.
While it is subtle, her wet lips tell him all he needs to know, and he will gladly give her what she desires . . .
Or what he thinks that she desires.
His hands move subtly first, down to her core, and only his fingertips caressed her folds gently, and she jumped and shuddered against his somewhat cold touch, and he couldn't help but grin, giving him away immediately.
"It's not very nice to fake, Jackson!" He heard her whisper near his ear, a seductive grin on her face. She kissed him, and he kissed her back, but the kiss was short-lived, however, as she broke apart and gazed down at him. Jax smiled and gently pushed her back, where he lay gentle kisses upon her hips and legs, the hips and legs that he loved to feel wrapped around his waist when he would make love to her. The area of the insanely soft, tender flesh located just underneath her belly button. The flesh that covered her womb. The womb, where he found himself, hoping aganist all the factors stacked up aganist him in his life at that moment, that she would bare him a child. A beautiful child, with her ethnic looks, her personality. He didn't care if it was a boy or a girl, he would love Velvet and the child all the same.
He kissed her breasts, her neck, and lower, working his way back up to the mouth he craved, still tantalizing himself, still holding back. Velvet remained still, as if she might flinch at being pawed experimentally by a wild bear at a moment's notice, knowing that a sudden movement would unleash a savage attack. Only when Jax's lips crushed down on hers, does she slip her arms around her lover, stroking soothingly, even when Jax grasps her on either side on her beautiful face.
It was at that moment that he knew that he was done with Tara. There was only one woman that he loved at that moment, and it was Velvet. "Tell me that you love me!" He breathed into Velvet's face.
"I love you . . . I love you . . .!" She told him quietly, reveling in the feeling of his hands touching her skin. He nuzzled the hallow of her throat, planting a soft, loving kiss there.
"I love you too Velvet . . . more than you know." Velvet grinned and opened her mouth to say something, had not a cough interrupted them. Jax shot up in bed, like a striking Cobra, his hand shooting to the pistol laying on his bedside table, but Velvet put her hand on his shoulder when she saw that it was Gemma.
Gemma was standing in the doorway, her hand on the knob, and the other on her waist. She raised an eyebrow and let out a sigh, as if she figured this would happen. "Well, well, well . . . how did I know that Velvet would be in bed with you, Jax?" Jax swallowed heavily.
"Mom . . . its not what it looks like." Gemma scoffed, before she turned her eyes onto a scared, almost trembling Velvet, where she smiled comfortingly.
"Don't worry honey, its Jax's balls I'm after right now. He knows he shouldn't be doing this." Jax swallowed again.
"Mom –"
"You do realize that she's Half-Sack's girl, right Jax?" She interrupted him temperamentally, and he nodded and swallowed a lump forming in his throat.
"Yeah. But this is only temporary. I'll leave her be when Half-Sack gets back . . ." He swallowed heavily again and glanced at Velvet before he reluctantly looked down. "I promise." He finished quietly, and Gemma let out a bark-like laugh and stepped into the room before she closed the door loudly behind her with her foot.
"Sure you will Jax. You'll be able to do that for a while. You'll be able to look across the room, and see her with Half-Sack, and be able to control yourself. But not for long. Pretty soon, you two will be looking for an empty room to fuck in, a time when Half-Sack is on a mission, so your affair can recommence." She shook her head. "I just hope to Hell that you know what your getting into Jax." Velvet swallowed.
"I'm sorry Gemma, I didn't mean – "
Gemma smiled warmly at her. "Its 'mom' to you honey. Now come on and get dressed, I'll cook you some breakfast. You look half-starved."
Velvet sat at the rough wooden table in the kitchen as Gemma put down a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and grits down in front of her. Gemma smiled warmly. "Eat. After the night you had with Jax, your probably starving. I know most of 'em were, but I didn't cook for any of 'em. You're the only exception." She sat down across from her with her own plate and they ate in silence for a minute.
"Gemma – I mean, mom?" Gemma nodded encouragingly, and she continued. "I . . . we didn't plan on it. It just . . . it just happened." Gemma nodded as she stabbed at her eggs, sunny-side-up, with her fork. She sighed again.
"It always 'just happens' honey. With Jax, it always 'just happens'. He does this a lot, but I can tell you a number of things that I observed about him in five minutes, that's he never done before . . ." Velvet looked at her in interest.
"What are those?" Velvet took a bite of her bacon and chewed it before she swallowed. Gemma did the same before she began,
"I have never, heard that boy, moan so much in his life during sex, than he did with you. That beats all odds. I don't know what you did, but I congratulate you!" Velvet laughed and Gemma smiled a small smile. "The second thing is . . . when I coughed, letting you guys know that I was standing there, he immediately reached for his gun," She smiled and reached across the table, where she took Velvet's hand, where she gently squeezed it. "He's protective of you Velvet. With some old Sweetbutt, and even with Tara when they were dating, if anyone walked in, he didn't care who the fuck it was. But with you . . . he reached for his gun faster than a striking snake! Even though it was me, he reached for his gun." She smiled and took another bite of her food.
"I have always used this analogy for my son, 'cause it fits him well. He's like a wolf, Velvet. He'll breed with whatever woman walks in his path, but once he finds his mate, his one true mate, he'll sleep with no one else, but her. You see, wolves are one of the rare mammals that mate with one female for life. Male wolves are very loyal to the female they love. Jax is the same way, and I think he's found his mate in you." Velvet looked down at her plate of half-eaten food, and laughed a little.
"He was probably just worried about his image in the club." Gemma scoffed and looked back at her.
"Honey, he doesn't give a shit how people view him, personally, wise. He just wants everyone to respect him out in the field and in Chapel, that's all. Believe me . . . he loves you Velvet. He's loved you for a long time now." Velvet looked down, where she too, swallowed a lump forming in her throat.
"How am I . . . how I am supposed to go along, acting like this never happened?" Gemma sighed and leaned back in her chair.
"I don't know Velvet. What you need to decide is though –"
She was interrupted by the door to the clubhouse opening, and a voice ringing out,
"Hey guys, I'm back!" Gemma and Velvet gazed at each other, stricken looks appearing on their faces.
Half-Sack was back.