Lemon time! :)

And yes, after this chapter, Velvet and Jax's life will return to normal, but not for long . . . the main conflict will happen, probably start in the next chapter, so enjoy this one while you can :)

Enjoy!

-Nagiana

"There is it . . . Kurt's bike . . ."

Jax barely even heard Clay's acknowledgement of Kurt's bike being out front in the parking lot of Charming's local poolhall. He was already distancing himself from what he was about to do . . . from the horrendous killing he was about to partake in.

"Coolness . . . let's go get the bastard." He spoke curtly as he put down the kickstand of his bike and started making his way to the poolhall, Juice, Chibs and Happy falling into alignment behind him. Only Clay and Tig caught up with him, where each placed a hand on his chest, keeping him from continuing his path to Kurt.

"Jax, are you sure about this?" He asked him, slowly, firmly, and the icy look Jax gave his step-father could have frozen fire.

"Listen to Velvet as she tries to sleep through the Nightmares at night . . . watch her try to be a mother to our sons, but can't because she's so fucking tore-up . . . do all of that and then try to stop me." He told him and Tig was the first to let go of him, immediately taking his hand off of his chest. Clay shot him a look, but he shrugged and shook his head.

"I'm sorry Clay, but . . . this bastard has to die. I can't look at Velvet anymore without feeling so fucking horrible that we've allowed this guy to live as long as he has," He smiled a small smile at Jax. "Let him go, Clay . . . we'll deal with Darby later." He spoke and Clay gazed at him for a moment before he slowly withdrew his hand. Jax gave him a thankful look before he marched forward and pushed open the doors to the smoky interior of the poolhall. Pearl Jam played over the jukebox and Jax immediately spotted Kurt amid the early afternoon crowd. He was standing with a couple of friends over by a pool table – Nords by the look of them, and the swastika tattoos printed on their forearms for all to see.

Jax's vision turned to black as he made his way over to the man, everything moving slowly – like he was wading through sludge. He felt a man put a hand on his shoulder in warning, his voice slow and reverberating, almost like it was in water, but he immediately felt the man's grip slackened as Tig cracked a pool stick over his head.

Kurt turned around, his eyes immediately falling on to Jax making his way to him, and the look on his face was almost one of relief as Jax took out his gun and put it to his heart.

"Any last words, scumbag?" Jax asked him, and Kurt shrugged his face almost peaceful.

"Tell Velvet I'm sorry . . ."

The bang as the gun went off, shooting a bullet into Kurt's beating heart was deafening.

The blood that flowed copiously from his wound was almost flood worthy.

The peace and relief that Jax felt at not killing Kurt the way everyone expected of him was all-encompassing.

Despite everything he could have done to her, Jax knew Velvet would have wanted him to go easy on Kurt.

A nine-year-old Velvet telling him she loved him . . .

A much older Velvet telling him she was pregnant – saying yes to his proposal of marriage . . .

He did it for Velvet, because he had all the pity and love for her in the world . . . not Kurt, for all he had for him was all-encompassing hate.

Hate . . . that flew away at the fact that life could resume its sense of normalcy.

Velvet awoke later that night . . . feeling like a weight had left her. She awoke free – free from the Nightmares, free from pain and free from the anger and guilt she felt.

She didn't know what it was that had done it . . . but the world suddenly felt a whole lot clearer.

She threw aside the covers of the bed and upon slipping on a robe, padded from the dark bedroom and down the hall to the doorway decorated in stickers of trucks and dogs and the names Abel and Reid. She grasped the doorknob and with a newfound strength, slowly opened the door. She padded inside the room, lit dully by the half-moon nightlight in the nearby wall socket, and over to the crib, where she gazed down at Reid sleeping on his back, his tiny fist in his mouth. He was already looking like Jax, with golden peachfuzz on his head and she knew, even though his eyes were closed, that they would stay blue.

Her eyes roamed over to the room and landed on a sleeping Abel in a racecar shaped bed, sleeping on his side with the covers pulled up to his chin. She moved over to sit down on the edge of the bed, and her finger gently smoothed a lock of his wheat blonde curls out of his face. He stirred underneath her touch and rolled over slightly, where he gazed at her through bleary eyes.

"Mommy . . .?" He asked groggily, and Velvet nodded, gazing down at him with a teary look in her eyes.

"Yeah, baby, it's me. I just . . . I'm going to be fine now, I promise." She told him, and Abel nodded while shuffling a huge yawn.

"That's good . . ."

"Now go back to sleep baby."

"I love you mommy . . ."

The words made tears jerk to her eyes. "I love you too, baby . . ." She whispered as she leaned down and pressed a salty tear to his forehead. She stood then and pressed another kiss to Reid's forehead before she left the room, closing the door behind her. She turned around and saw a dull light shining in from the master bedroom, and she smiled a small smile, knowing that it was Jax.

When she entered the master bedroom, and saw the bathroom light on with the shower running, her assumptions were proven correct.

The door was slightly ajar and her heart started pounding in her chest at the raw fact that she felt a craving for Jax again . . . an intimate craving.

Moving to the halfway closed bathroom door, stripping as she went, she pushed it open with a hand splayed across the wood. Jax was standing underneath the hot spray, his head ducked down, the water running over the back of his neck, down his back and his ass . . .

She stretched out a hand and smoothed it across one of his shoulderblades, across the massive SAMCRO tattoo spreading out across the canvas skin. Jax shuddered underneath her touch, and he closed his eyes. "It's done . . ." He spoke quietly, and he felt her gently pushing him, moving him around to face her, and she framed his face with her hands.

"He's dead?" Jax nodded.

"Shot through the heart, then the head for good measure. I knew you'd want it to be clean." He told her and she smiled a small smile as she brought him down to kiss him. It was a long, passionate kiss and she let out a breathy moan when their lips separated, only for him to lean in once more, where he pressed them harder against hers. He kissed her all the way down to her shoulders, his lips leaving a trail of white-hot fire as his hands gently moved down her arms, massaging her shoulders gently as he made love to the nape of her neck. Velvet moaned out softly as his teeth nibbled on her skin lightly and she allowed her head to fall to the side a little, allowing him to lead another trail of white-hot fire up the side of her neck to where he nibbled gently on her earlobe. She felt his hard arousal pressing against her stomach and she turned her head so that their lips could meet. He slid his tongue into her mouth and explored every inch of it, reveling in the sweetness coating her, tasting the hints of oranges.

His hands slid down the smooth shower wall, then slid down over her waist, eliciting a gasp from the woman standing before him, but she didn't stop kissing him, she was now actively encouraging him. He slid his hands up her sides, enjoying the feel of her curves before one hand cupped a breast, rubbing his callused thumb over the already distended nipple. She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his, eager for more of the feelings that she had long missed since the rape. His other hand curved around her ass, pulling her close against the enticing hardness that she had almost dreamed about when she wasn't plagued by the Nightmares.

She pressed herself harder up against the wall behind her, him stepping closer to her. Jax kissed her again, his hand slowly making its way down to her womanhood, where he cupped her gently. Velvet gasped and blushed violently as she felt his hand rub her passionately, his lips trailing down to worry at the crook of her neck. She moaned and closed her eyes as his ministrations grew harder to ignore, more insistent in what they wanted. She had never even imagined it could feel this good after the rape, and her hands gripped his biceps so hard her knuckles almost turned white. She felt how he thrust a finger into her and moved it in and out, faster and faster, joined quickly by another one.

"Oh God, Jax . . .!" She moaned out and

His leg slipped in-between her thighs, and their lips crushed together in another passionate, frenzied kiss as her arms moved to wrap around his broad, muscular back. She begged him to take her in keening whispers, and he did . . . he took her gladly, in all-encompassing relief.

Her breathing hitched as Jax buried his face in-between her neck and shoulder, her lips pressing kisses to the hallow of his stubbled throat, and with one smooth, upward thrust, he was moving inside of her.

Velvet whimpered when he buried himself within her and quickly bit down on her bottom lip. But as he thrust again and again, the sensation of pleasure washed over her, and she quickly found her rhythm and joined in with him, moving her hips with his, to meet every thrust he gave her. He moaned silently against her neck and breathed heavily, and so did she. The both of them reveled in the feeling of their slick skin moving deliciously against each other's as her legs moved to wrap around his waist, pulling him in deeper to her while giving her more leverage, both of them letting out a moan at the new feeling of him deeper inside of her.

Their lips found each other again, and Velvet's hands wrapped around his biceps, squeezing them periodically. She couldn't stop what was happening to the both of them now . . . how it felt so damn good to feel him inside her again.

They sped up - Jax's hands on her ass to better help him pound relentlessly into her, and Velvet's nails dug into the skin of his sides, his back, bringing blood as she wrapped herself around him, both of them driving each other relentlessly to the brink . . . that blessed brink . . .

Their moans grew louder as they both reached their climax, both of them seeing stars explode behind their eyelids when they closed them as their orgasm washed over them in warm waves, and Velvet felt Jax spilling himself inside of her as her inner muscles rippled around him, making both of them temporarily breathless at the feeling. Neither thought about the fact that Jax's seed would never take hold again . . . it didn't occur to them.

They stood like that for a moment, Jax still supporting her in his arms, both of them trying desperately to catch their breath. Velvet saw the muscles of Jax's arms quiver as he fought to support her.

Their chests heaved after, both of them trying desperately to catch their breath. Jax gazed down at the beautiful visage of Velvet lying against the shower wall, her heavily-lidded, brown sloe-eyes and black hair surrounding the white wall behind her, her olive skin flushed a delightful pink with the last remnants of pleasure. She smiled and he chose that time to lean down and kiss her lovingly.

After a moment, he pulled out of her, both of them shuddering at the feeling of him slowly withdrawing from her, and he cut off the shower before he carried her into the bedroom. They fell on the bed, him collapsing beside her. After another moment, he turned onto his side, where he put his arms around her, bringing her close to him. They were both still wet from the shower and breathing heavily as they kissed again, their tongues entwining lazily, his fingers running gently through her slicked back hair.

After even more moments of resting, he kissed her neck then and caressed her body, bringing her body back into hazy awareness, and when he lay on his back and pulled her on top of him, she rode him slowly, building them up before it turned into another lovemaking session full of reckless abandon, Jax's strong hands on her hips, her thighs, her breasts - guiding her as her head fell back and she whimpered with the pleasure.

She didn't fight anything anymore . . .

She didn't have to fight it anymore.