A/N: Hi, everyone :D Thanks for reading, favouriting and following this story.

It's a bit hard for me to write this particular story because I have so many ideas, but I just can't seem to put them all together in a nice package.

I hope you won't give up on the story and will let me find my way to write it properly.

I'm sorry it took me this long to update. I know it's not much, but the story is just beginning and I wouldn't want to rush things.

Sorry for any typos and mistakes.

Happy reading : 3

There's Something About Tara

Tara fished out the keys to her house out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She was welcomed by a smell of freshly made coffee, pancakes and omelette.

When she walked to the kitchen, unzipping her hoodie, she saw Neal sitting at the kitchen table, newspapers in front of him.

He wore his usual business pants, along with white shirt and green tie. She loved that tie. Somehow, it just suited him. Smiling to herself, she thought everything looks good on him.

He was frowning at something he read in the newspapers. Tara knew that frown. He was pissed.

Her footsteps caught his attention and he lifted his gaze. For a second, there was still some anger in his eyes, but it softened when he realised it was her.

He smiled at her and Tara came behind him, wrapped her arms around him and planted a loud kiss on the cheek.

-"Morning, baby."

She nuzzled against his neck, savouring the smell of his aftershave.

Neal smiled and taking her arm, pulled her gently to his lap. Tara wrapped her arms around his neck and Neal pulled her into a slow kiss. His fingers tangled in her sweaty hair and a moan escaped her lips as his other hand travelled under her shirt. As she kissed him, she felt her whole body yearn for him.

Neal always had that effect on her.

-"Where were you? I woke up and you were gone." – he asked, kissing her neck.

Tara felt a shiver pass her body.

-"I went for a run. Which reminds me: I have to shower. I smell."

She gave him a peck on the lips before standing up.

-"You smell just fine."

He smiled at her and Tara felt like she could melt at the sight.

-"You seemed pissed earlier. Is everything ok?" – Tara asked.

-"Just some stock market shit. It doesn't really matter. Now, what do you say we go to our bedroom and -"

Before Neal could continue, his phone rang. Leaving him to his phone call, Tara went to bathroom for a quick shower before breakfast.

Neal and she met in a bar where she was a bartender.

Neal had been one of the regulars at the bar and they immediately clicked. There was just something about the way he talked and behaved that she found oddly soothing.

Neal was a smart and attractive guy, unlike most of the other male customers whose only goal was to get into some girl's pants and drink as much alcohol as possible for the night.

He and Tara would talk whenever she had a break and the conversations were more than refreshing for Tara, whose only company at the time were her books and a few good friends she had met on the campus.

At first they were just friends, but over time the friendship grew into a relationship. A few months after they had become an actual couple, Tara moved in with Neal.

He was five years older than her and already had his own business. He earned well and loved to shower Tara with presents, but Tara was not the kind of girl to live off someone.

After graduating, she had hard time finding a job in her field, so she just continued working at the bar. Neal would come and pick her up or he would send one of his men to drive her home, whenever she had to work late shift. Tara liked the protectiveness of Neal, though she wasn't used to that kind of attention.

Two months ago, Neal informed her that he had invested some money in a gym in a town named Charming and that they were supposed to move there.

Tara did crave for some change. Her routine was boring her and some change wouldn't hurt. And so they moved. Neal came before her to arrange everything for them.

The day she came to the SAMCRO gym, was the day she came to Charming.

...

Charming seemed like a nice and peaceful little town and Tara liked it. People were nice to her, the food in the local restaurants was good and so far, the weather was tolerable.

She liked Neal's new venture. The guys she met at the gym were funny and very welcoming.

Her first night in Charming was a blast. Neal and she stay until the wee hours of the morning, joking around with the SAMCRO members and getting to know each other.

Music blasted through the speakers, people shouted and laughed, and after several rounds of various drinks : Bobby started impersonating Elvis, Chibs kept mumbling incoherently, Tig went to backroom with a girl named Venus, and Clay dared Neal on a game of pools. The crowd gathered around them, shouting bets as to who might win. Obviously, everyone thought Clay would be the winner.

Tara was left at the bar with Jax, who was probably the only person in the whole clubhouse who hadn't drank.

-"So, Jax... Tell me something about yourself."

Tara drank her scotch slowly, savouring every sip of the liquid while she waited for Jax to start speaking.

-"Not much to tell. I fight for living."

He answered solemnly, unscrewing and screwing the bottle cap, avoiding looking her in the eyes.

Tara sighed and rolled her eyes at his response, fighting the urge to spill her drink on him.

-"No shit, Sherlock."

At that, Jax looked at her and laughed.

-"Well, sorry. What do you want to know?"

Tara crossed her legs and his gaze fell one her lap just for a second, before he cleared his throat and shifted his gaze to her again. He hoped she didn't notice.

She tilted her head aside and assessed him silently for a few moments:

-"Why did you start fighting?"

Jax sighed, his insecurities nagging at him.

-"I... I've made some stupid mistakes while I was a teen and it came back to bite me in the ass years later. I couldn't get a job. Fighting was the only way I could provide for my mom and myself."

Tara nodded, unsure if she should ask him anything else about his life, since this subject seemed too hard for him to talk about. His gaze became dark as if indication not to go any further with it.

-"How many fights have you won?" - Tara stirred the conversation in a safer direction.

Jax beamed widely, feeling a sense of pride fill his chest.

-"Since I started this with Clay? Twenty. I only lost three."

Tara nodded in approval, lifting her glass.

-"Wow, congrats Mr. Teller."

-"Thanks. Now, tell me. Are you from here or... I haven't seen you before."

Tara finished her drink and set the glass aside, then turned to Jax.

-"I'm from Chicago. Neal and I had been living together for awhile now and when he said he got some business in this town and that he had to move, he asked me to come with him. I said of course. And so, here I am."

Jax tiled his head, looking at her eyes which had some weird spark in them he hadn't seen before.

-"You must really love him to be willing to make such a change."

Tara smiled entranced. She turned her head to look at Neal who was now cheering because he had apparently won.

-"I do. I really do."

There was something in her voice and her words that made Jax uncomfortable and weirdly... jealous? He couldn't tell.

Maybe it was because of the way her eyes rested on her fiancé, that dreamy look in her eyes when their eyes met or because of the way her cheeks blushed when Neal blew her a kiss across the room.

He cleared his throat and stood up. Tara turned her attention back to him. When she noticed him standing she frowned.

-"You're leaving already?"

-"Yeah. I gotta get some sleep. It was nice meeting you, Tara."

He offered his hand and she shook it.

-"You too, Jax. See you around."

Jax nodded and headed towards his room in the back of the gym.

...

He showered and went to bed.

Only he couldn't sleep. The girl he met that day had him intrigued for an unknown reason.

There was just something about her...

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