A/N: Hi, people.

I'm glad to see you like this story. Idk if I'm overdoing some things, I probably am ihhihi But in my defence, I always thought there had to be some instantaneous connection between Jax and Tara, something that bonded them.

In this story, it's more of a physical attraction, but as we go further into it, it will change.

Thank you for your support. Let me know what you think :D

Sorry for typos and mistakes.

Happy reading :3

It's the Little Things

The clubhouse was mainly empty, since most of the guys were in the gym at the back. There were only three people here.

Jax was sitting at one of the tables in clubhouse. Dr. Jones, the club's doctor, came to examine Jax's nose after Tara had hit him. He gave Jax a local aesthetic to numb his nose, so that he could perform the examination.

Tara was sitting beside him, holding his hand. It was more for her own sake than his, since she was scared that she actually did break his nose.

-"Well, this doesn't look broken. It's not flat or crooked. Though, it's hard to tell since the nose is swollen. We'll wait a couple of days 'till the swelling is down, and then we can know for sure."

Tara let out a loud breath. Jax turned his head to face her and she managed to crack a smile, though her stomach was still in knots.

-"Knowles, relax. See, it's all good."

He rubbed her hand. Dr. Jones interrupted him, packing his bag.

-"That's not what I said."

Jax shot him a what-the-fuck look.

-"Doc, I'm trying to make her relax. Can't you see how scared she is? Jesus." – The last word was spoken in an exasperated manner.

The doctor left and Tara let go of Jax's hand, for the first time realising what she had been doing for the last fifteen minutes.

She probably did it unconsciously.

After she had washed his face, they went to the front part of the gym, which was the clubhouse.

Admittedly, she was panicking internally when she saw the swelling, but Jax kept assuring her that he was fine and that it didn't hurt.

She didn't know if she should believe him or not.

So, they sat at the table and waited for the doctor whom Chibs called, to arrive.

Jax kept cracking jokes to distract her and he was succeeding. But the moment Dr. Jones came, she was again in full worry mode and that was probably when she grabbed his hand.

Yes, that must be it.

-"So, I guess our sessions are over?" – Tara asked jokingly, though there was a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Jax leaned back, with one foot resting over the thigh of the other leg, a smug grin on his face.

-"Nah, Knowles. You're not getting out of this."

-"So, you want me to continue kicking your ass and humiliating you in front of your friends?" – she arched an eyebrow at him.

He laughed, wincing a little when he felt a jolt of pain shoot through his nose.

-"Oh, no. This time I wasn't prepared. The next time, I'll know to watch my face."

-"Well of course. We wouldn't want to hurt that pretty face of yours again."

Tara patted his cheek mockingly, the warmth of it burning his skin.

At that moment, Ima rushed into the clubhouse, drawing their attention, and when she saw Jax, she knelt beside him, cupping his face.

-"Oh my God! Jax, what happened?"

She was turning his head left and right, a worried look on her face.

Jax moved his head out of her grasp.

-"Nothing. I'm fine."

Ima glanced at Tara.

-"Juice told me she hit you. Are you some crazy bitch or what?"

Tara's eyebrows rose at Ima's words, but she was in no mood to go through the same 'game' again.

Tara would have gladly slapped her, hadn't she seen Jax roll his eyes at the blonde's words. He stood and, grabbing Ima by the wrist, pulled her towards the door.

He was in her face, telling her something, but Tara couldn't hear what, so she just sat there, observing the situation.

Ima was saying something, her fingers wrapping around Jax's arm, but he shook off her hand and said something back, then gesture towards the lot.

Ima bowed her head in defeat and left.

Jax turned and ran his fingers through his hair as he walked to their table and sat next to Tara again.

-"I guess the princess really doesn't like me."

Jax shook his head.

-"Who cares? She's like this whenever some new pussy shows up."

Fuck.

Tara punched him in the shoulder, scowling.

-"Fuck, that's not what I meant to say. You're not some pussy."

He lifted his hands in defence.

-"Damn right I'm not. I'm not one of your groupies, Teller. You do well to remember that."

She pointed at him with her finger.

-"Sorry, ok? I know you're not."

He gave her his signature smirk. Tara rolled her eyes, but grinned back.

She noticed that Jax's eyes were much bluer than Neal's. Neal's were more grey than blue depending on the light, whereas Jax's were somewhere between green and bright blue.

-"Tara, are you done?"

Neal walked into the clubhouse wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt. His hands were tucked into his pockets.

Tara looked in his direction and a wide smile appeared on her face.

She leapt off the chair, walked up to him and gave him a long kiss, her hand at the nape of his neck, pulling his face forward. His arms wrapped round her waist, and as the kiss deepened, his hand travelled from her waist, across her hip, only to cup her ass slightly. She moaned.

Jax turned his head away from the scene. Somehow, it just didn't sit well with him. He felt a pang in his chest, but he chose to ignore it. Just like he tried, but failed, to ignore a moan that escaped her lips, that did things to him. It was too uncomfortable for him.

Neal's arm was around Tara's waist, her hand on his chest.

-"Hi, man. What happened?"

Jax turned when he realised Neal was asking him.

-"Tara happened." – he nodded in Tara's direction.

Neal glanced at Tara, a questioning look on his face.

-"It was an accident. Promise. I had no idea I could hit this hard."

He chuckled, apparently amused by her answer. He returned his gaze to Jax.

-"She can be a bit rough sometimes." - he and Tara shared a look and Jax noticed she blushed. -"Just be careful next time."

Jax nodded.

-"Oh, I will."

Tara grabbed her bag off the floor next to the chair and gave Jax a peck on the cheek before she headed out.

-"I promise, I'll make it up to you for this."

Next, she was already at Neal's side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders and her arm around his waist.

-"See you, man."

-"Bye, Jax."

She gave him one last grin before she left with her fiancé.

As they were walking out, Neal leaned and whispered something in her ear and Tara laughed then swatted him on the arm.

Jax shook his head. He felt like an idiot watching them leave. Just like previously that day, her hips had his full attention and this time Jax noticed her fine ass, perfectly shaped and-

He stopped himself for a second. These kinds of thoughts were dangerous.

And yet, he wondered what Neal had meant by saying that Tara could be rough sometimes, and just how rough.

Jax had some ideas what that could involve, and all of them included sex.

Fuck, Jax. Just stop it.

He could still feel the softness of her lips against his cheek, the heat that spread over his face at the contact, and that damn cherry scent that seemed to radiate from her.

Sighing, he got up and headed to the back room, which had been his bedroom ever since he came there.

He plopped onto his bed, his arms tucked under his head as he contemplated what the fuck was happening to him.

The girl was here a mere week and he was already a walking erection around her. Was he a fucking school boy?

He reached for his phone, dialled a number and after a few rings, the person on the other line answered.

-"Jax, what a surprise."

-"Hey, Wendy. Long time no hear."

They talked for a few minutes before he invited Wendy over. She was supposed to be there in 15 minutes.

Jax wanted a distraction, and Wendy was just the perfect person for it.

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-"You never did tell me why you wanted these lessons."

Neal said once they were in the car and driving towards their house. Tara leaned against the seat, looking outside the window.

-"You know me, I get paranoid at times. All that shit with Daniel... Besides, I've nothing to do here."

Neal glanced at her then returned his eyes on the road.

-"Sweetie, I told you. You can do whatever you want. I don't want you to think I'm holding you back."

His hand rested on her knee and she squeezed it, giving him a smile.

-"I would never think that. I just hate sitting around, doing nothing. I'll see what I can come up with."

Neal smiled back, returning his hands on the steering wheel.

-"Great. So, movie night?"

-"Of course."

The rest of the ride was spent in a comfortable silence. Tara was tired, her thoughts drifting to the afternoon she spent with Jax.

From the moment she saw him on that bench, with that blondie, she knew he was a manwhore. The kind of guy that thrived on girls' attention.

But she couldn't deny that he was good looking man. More than good looking. Then again, she had always had a soft spot for blonds.

Their back and forth banter was very entertaining and Tara, even though nervous at first, relaxed almost immediately.

When they were in the ring and she was supposed to try that elbow punch, there was just something...

Jax was standing behind her, his arm around her shoulders and his naked torso pressed against her back. His breath was hot against her skin, his beard tickled her, and she felt a shiver pass her body.

He smelled of sweat, but not in a disgusting way.

And later, when she hit him and was washing the blood off his face, Tara saw the way Jax looked at her. His blues bore into hers for those few seconds she allowed herself to look at him, and it stirred something in her.

And then, Tara thought of that moment when he said babe. She pretended she didn't hear it, but she sure as hell did.

It was awkward and odd and... Strangely, it sounded nice.

Neal called her that all the time and it made her insides melt every time.

This was something else. More... She couldn't say what exactly.

Really, it was even stupid to think about any of those things.

So, why did she?

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Wendy rolled off him, strands of her hair falling into his face. He pushed them away, annoyed.

-"Wow, Jax. Long time no see." – Wendy breathed chuckling, covering herself with a sheet.

Jax looked at the ceiling, not really paying attention to Wendy.

He invited her over to blow off some steam, forget about the day's events and enjoy himself. It didn't work out.

It was stupid of him to even think of her. But he couldn't stop.

When he wrapped his arms around Wendy, her shoulders weren't the same width. Her hair didn't smell of cherries. Her palms weren't as soft and didn't have the same warmth. Her lips were too cracked.

Shithead, he told himself.

-"Jax. "

He turned, focusing on the girl beside him. Her eyes were brown. Nothing was special about them. They didn't have any playful glint in them, nothing that would make him look into them for hours and never get sick of it.

-"Yeah?"

Wendy frowned, caressing his chest. Something was off with Jax, she just knew it. He wasn't like this usually. It wasn't like him to stare in blank space, without immediately going for round two.

-"I've been talking for five minutes now and you said nothing."

Her lips weren't as full and didn't have remotely the same shape.

Stop it, Jax. Just stop it.

His stupid thoughts were just that, stupid. Why would he even think of some newbie when he had a hot piece of ass right beside him, ready to do whatever he wanted. He smirked and hovered over her.

-"That's because I don't want to talk."

He attacked her lips, his fingers got tangled in her hair as he brought her face closer to his. Her hands skimmed over his ass.

He opened his eyes and watched the woman before him, but she wasn't the one he wanted.

It's just pussy, Jax. You'll get over it.

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-"What are we going to do for your birthday?"

Neal asked as they sat on the couch, blankets covering them, watching Captain America. Tara's head was on his lap, a bowl of popcorn on her stomach.

After chewing and swallowing the last popcorn, Tara looked up at him and answered.

-" I don't know. What are you planning?"

Neal smiled, stuffing a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

–"I was thinking we could organise it at the clubhouse. It's big enough and we know the guys."

Tara pondered for a few minutes, wondering how in the world could they celebrate her birthday party with all those guys and not so many women.

-"Ok. I'll call my friends. I think they'll like the idea."

-"Great."

He leaned and kissed her.

-"I love you."

-"Love you more." – she said.

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Tara was leaned against the bar, the same shorts she was wearing the other day on her, save that the sports bra was maroon. Her hair was down, sunglasses perched on top of her head.

-"Bobby, would you mind if we organised my birthday party here?"

The man grinned, handing her a bottle of cold water she asked for.

-"Not at all. We organise parties all the time. Yours would just be special. "

She beamed at him.

-"Thank you. We'll take care of everything, so don't worry about that."

She opened the bottle and tilted her head back, gulping as she drank thirstily.

Jax came in from the back room just as a drop fell on her chest. His gaze followed the drop as it travelled down her chest, into her bra.

He gulped hard. His eyes were still glued to her chest when she spoke.

-"Hi, Teller."

His eyes shot up, meeting her sparkling greens. Tara smiled at him, oblivious of what Jax was doing just seconds ago.

-"Hi, Knowles. Are you ready?"

He was shirtless again, his hair tied in a short messy bun. Tara's eyes lingered just a second too long on his abs, before she dropped her gaze. She dug her phone out of her bag and dialled someone.

-"Yeah, just wait a second. I have to call Neal."

Jax at the table behind her, and fuck, he got the front row seat to Tara Knowles's ass.

There were no underwear lines and he dare to wonder whether she was wearing a thong or nothing at all. It was perfectly round and just so inviting. He literally had to keep his hands clasped because if he hadn't he was certain one of them would reach out to touch it.

Bobby saw him and arched his eyebrow at him, shaking his head.

Fuck you, Elvis.

It wasn't like he was intentionally looking at her. Ok, maybe he was. But fuck, She was hot, had a killer body and that ass was just so...

-"Done." -she turned to him. – "Let's go!"

They walked to the gym with Jax desperately trying to look anywhere else but her ass.

(Amm, so, thoughts? This is still early work. Jax is kind of weird idk Am I going to OOC? I'd really appreciate some feedback :D)