Half-Sack entered the kitchen to a tense looking Velvet and Gemma. Gemma smiled, her face appearing as if nothing had happened. "Hi baby, how'd it go?" She asked and he nodded.
"Wonderful. We got the guns back from the Mayans, and you-know-who is well taken care of. We're all set for now. I think Clay will talk about it with Velvet later." Gemma smiled and stood, where she gazed at him with softened eyes.
"Well, I got to go check-up with Tig, see how the mission really went. I'll leave you two alone." Velvet looked at her fearfully, but all Gemma did was pat her on the shoulder soothingly, before she moved passed Half-Sack and left them in an awkward silence. Velvet would need to take care of this shit-storm by herself.
"I'm glad your okay." Velvet finally broke through the silence weakly, and Half-Sack smiled a small smile as he dropped his bag to the tiled floor. At least that much was the truth. He sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah. It went kind of haywire in the beginning, but we all got out okay, minus some scrapes and bruises on Happy. But none of us were killed, and I guess that's all that matters, huh?" Velvet nodded vaguely, still not mustering up the guts to meet his eyes. He gently touched her arm then, and Velvet flinched slightly, but he didn't notice. If he did, he ignored it.
"Hey, hey, are you okay, Velvet? Did things go okay around here when I was gone?" Velvet nodded and smiled, finally turning her eyes onto him.
"Of course, why wouldn't things go good around here?" Half-Sack smiled then, and kissed her gently. "I'm just glad that I have you back in one piece." Half-Sack laughed then, but Velvet couldn't help but feel a sense of dread erupt inside her as tears started to prick up in her eyes.
Clay and Tig were waiting for her in Chapel. They had been talking in low murmurs until she walked in, in which case the murmurs ceased and they smiled kindly when they saw her. She smiled and moved a lock of hair behind her left ear.
"Hey guys. Happy said you wanted to see me about something?" Clay nodded as he nodded to the seat beside him that was not presently taken by Tig.
"Yeah, take a seat. We have something we want to talk to ya about." He replied, and Velvet nodded as she slid onto the empty seat on Clay's right. Tig sighed and gazed at her.
"I won't beat around the bush. We found the assholes that raped and then beat up you and Kurt," He told her bluntly. "The Nords want at least three of them, so they can exact their revenge for the hazing of Kurt. That leaves two of 'em left."
"We were wonderin' what you wanted to do with 'em." Clay finished, and Velvet gazed at them in polite surprise.
"Me? Why do you wanna know what I want to do with them?"
"We brought this to Chapel a couple of days ago," Tig began. "Me and Clay told everyone that they would have to be dealt with. The Chapel ruled that we would ask you first. You were the ones that this happened to, you can be the one to decide their fates."
Velvet was stunned. "I . . . I said for you guys to take care of it. I don't understand why those orders were so misconstrued!" She told them icily, and Clay and Tug exchanged a look as Clay grunted and sat up in his chair. He reached over and gently took her hand. Both of them knew that this was not going to go over well with Velvet.
"If it was up to us, these bastards would be castrated and then left to rot in an underground gay fuck club!" Clay told her. "But what was ruled in Chapel, is the rules and guidelines of SAMCRO. We ruled that we would ask you first. It doesn't mean that we are making you decide!"
Velvet bit her bottom lip and looked away. "I've come close to forgiving them. I know it sounds . . . stupid, but I have! They were acting on my step-father's orders, if there is anyone who should pay, it is him." She told them and Clay nodded.
"You want us to continue handling it?" Velvet nodded, a look of relief on her face.
"Yes, Clay . . . please." Clay nodded again, another smile of kindness on his face.
"As you wish. We'll do with them, what we see fit." Velvet smiled back.
"And please . . . don't tell me what you end up doing to them. I don't want that being on my conscience." She requested of them, and Tig and Clay nodded.
"Of course. You'll never hear hide nor hair of this situation as soon as you leave this room." Tig promised her, and Velvet grinned gratefully as she stood and pecked both Clay and Tig on their stubbled cheeks.
"Thanks, you guys! I don't know what'd I do without SAMCRO!"
Clay and Tig smiled and laughed as Velvet left Chapel, gently closing the door behind her. Clay turned back to Tig, where they smiled like two conspirators discussing something.
"Well you heard her . . . Alexandre has to die." Clay told him, and Tig nodded.
"That's easy. The Russians have always been weak."
Jax kissed her hard, the pressure of it pushing her deeper into the pillow. Everything slowed down and simply vanished. Aside from the two of them, nothing else existed in Velvet's world. It was just her and Jax.
Jax handled her body roughly. When Half-Sack touched her now that he was back from the mission, it was like he was handling glass, being more careful than was actually necessary. But with Jax, it was more like pushing his limits, trying to see how hard he could squeeze the glass before it broke. Velvet loved it; her body responded to Jax in ways she never knew was physically possible.
Velvet knew that Jax would never actually hurt her, but being so close to danger was part of the excitement and the thrill. Jax's hands moved across her chest, molding them to fit around her curves and breasts perfectly. The stiffness between his legs pressed against her, teasing her until the moment when he finally slipped inside of her.
There was no pain with Jax, just pleasure, and the need to be as close to him as physically possible. He was sliding out of her now, and she whined childishly in protest. She wasn't ready to be separate from him again. Jax rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up to his. He used his fingers to find his way back into her, and then pulled her head back down onto his shoulder.
She was facing away from him, towards the cheap mirror hanging on the back of the closed and locked door. The realization of his intentions made her laugh huskily. She could see him watching them in the mirror, their two bodies working together in rhythm. His hand was between her legs, working away at the little bundle of nerves situated there, and she sighed with pure bliss.
This is the best feeling in the whole world, Velvet thought as her mind became even more foggy with pleasure.
Jax was growling behind her, his thrusts becoming rougher and rougher. His free hand held her hips down so that each movement brought him deeper inside of her. She was close to screaming with pleasure now, the pressure in her body was threatening to split her in two.
Two of his thrusts were out of sync for a moment, and it was then that they climaxed together amid their somewhat muffled moans and cries of pleasure. They fell back on the bed and lay collapsed in each other's arms, their breathing ragged.
They stayed in silence for a moment, catching their breath for a minute, and then, even after they caught their breath, they still stayed in an awkward silence. After a while, Velvet thought Jax had fallen asleep like he always did, but then his voice broke through the heavy silence,
"I can't keep doing this, Velvet . . ." She turned to look at him. His blue eyes were turned onto her, and a look of intense internal pain was in his eyes. "I can't keep betraying Half-Sack. He's like a brother to me, one of my best friends . . . I can't keep fucking his girlfriend and then going back and pretending that there's nothing wrong!" Velvet turned over onto her side and smiled a small smile at him as she put her hand on his bare chest.
"Just a little while longer Jax, okay? Then I'll tell him and I'll break up with him. I don't want to break up with him before the Christmas holidays, okay? Just one more week!" Jax nodded, but rather reluctantly, and took her into his arms.
"I love you, Velvet." He murmured to her, and Velvet smiled and felt herself slip off into sleep like him.
"I love you too Jax."
As Den Mother, and the most powerful person in Sons of Anarchy other than Jax and Clay, Gemma Teller Morrow was the person you went to see when you wanted something, needed someone to lean on, or found yourself in shit up to your eyeballs. All three now applied to Velvet.
Velvet went to Gemma one Sunday afternoon, a week before the Christmas holidays, and after the clubhouse was officially decreed a Ghost Shop. A good portion of the SAMCRO members were off on a very important mission, leaving Gemma and Velvet alone with a few Prospects and Crows. Velvet loved Gemma like the mother she never have, and she was like the daughter Gemma never had. The familial feeling between them was mutual, and Gemma would certainly know what Velvet should do.
Gemma made Velvet breakfast again, even though it was noon, and sat across from her and waited patiently for Velvet to finish eating before she finally spoke,
"Now what's wrong, Velvet darlin'?"
Velvet swallowed the food in her mouth, which was like a bland mass of sludge (which it normally wasn't, for Gemma was a great cook), before she spoke and threw a cinder block into the expensive machine that was Gemma's mind,
"Gemma . . . I think I'm pregnant." Gemma didn't speak at first, only gazed at her in stunned shock. When she finally did regain her footing and replied, her tone was quiet, her eyes steel hard and icy cold, yet kind. She knew the only man that Velvet had been having sex with, was Jax. Half-Sack had recently gotten a testicle implant, and could not have sex until it was fully healed.
"Is the baby Half-Sack's . . . or Jax's?" Velvet swallowed again, tears started to prickle in her eyes again.
"I-I . . . I truthfully don't know . . ." Gemma nodded sagely. They all knew what happened when a Crow or girlfriend, cheated on her husband or boyfriend with another man in the club. The husband or boyfriend got to choose whether to banish her from the club, never to return, or allow her to stay. It was at that stage, that Clay and Jax got to deal with the man . . . in this case, Clay alone, and with the Vice President and his own stepson, of all people!
"By how long have you missed your period, honey?" Velvet shrugged miserably.
"I already thought that I was pregnant by a few weeks, before Half-Sack came back from his second mission with the Mayans, and a little bit into me and Jax's affair, but now I'm not so sure . . ." Gemma sighed and reached across the table, where she gently took her hands.
"Velvet, Half-Sack is a good, fair, kind man, you should know that!" She sighed. "If the baby does turn out to be Jax's, then Half-Sack will have to decide, however, it will work differently, speaking the child will not be just anyone, but the Vice President's own son! A part two, and something far more sweeter, is the fact that if Half-Sack breaks up with you, and you marry Jax, if your baby is a boy, he will be ahead of Abel in the line of succession . . ." Velvet raised her eyebrows. That did make things substantially sweeter. "And believe me, Jax will marry you if he can. He knows that the men would accept you over Tara any day, and the female's too, because you've been in the club since you were practically born." Velvet sniffed.
"I love Half-Sack though!" Gemma let out a bark-like laugh.
"Oh please honey! You've been claimed by Jax, whether the baby is his or not, and he will know that!" Gemma immediately sobered up, however. "Think of it as an honor. Your pregnant with the child of the Vice President of SAMCRO! Whether the baby is a boy or a girl, it will still be considered SAMCRO royalty!"
Velvet gazed at Gemma in shock. "What honor, Gemma? Is it an honor that I have cheated on my boyfriend?" Gemma shrugged.
"You tell me honey. But I can tell you this! You desire and love Jax as keenly as you need to breathe right now." Velvet snorted.
"Yeah, and why is that?" She asked sarcastically, and Gemma shrugged again, but this time, it was a shrug of smugness.
"Simple. Whenever you talk about Half-Sack, you don't get the same look of undeniable love in your eyes that you get when you talk about Jax."