Lucy had called Jax twice already, but he still didn't answer. She paced up and down her room, waiting for his return call.
"Sweetheart, is everything alright?" Her mother called from downstairs.
"Sure mama," she called back, as she dropped herself onto her bed.
This was annoying. She dialed Jax' number again, but he didn't pick up.
She closed her eyes and dreamed about Jax and the last couple of weeks. It had been a thrilling four month, with stolen kisses in between classes and long make out sessions in Jax' truck.
A knock on her door ripped her out of her day dream.
"Baby, it's me." Her mother entered.
"Hey," she looked at her mother, waiting for her to say something.
"I called Gemma."
"Oh mama, why did you do that? I'm not a little girl anymore. I can take care of myself."
"I know. I know," he mother replied, holding her hands up in defense: "I just need someone to check up on you every once in a while."
"That's so embarrassing. She's Jax mother and now it will look like I need a babysitter."
Her mother laughed, then she sat down next to her daughter: "I know you're no little girl anymore. But you aren't even seventeen yet. All I ask is that you join them for dinner tomorrow evening and answer the phone when she calls you."
"Ok," Lucy agreed, just then her phone started ringing. She jumped.
He mother leaned forward, gave her a peak on the cheek and closed the door on her way out.
"Hello."
"Hey, it's Jax. You called me a few times."
"Yeah. I'm sorry." Now she felt stupid for calling so often: "I really wanted to tell you something. My parents are leaving for the weekend and, well, I wanted to know, if maybe…"
"Yes?" Jax sounded jittery.
"Do you want to come over later and spent the night?"
Jax breathing fastened: "Sure. I'd love to."
"Great. Bye." Lucy hung up before he could change his mind. But then again, why would he? He knew what she had meant with her invitation, tonight she wanted to sleep with him for the first time.

Lucy watched her parents load the car, they were running late, like always.
"Hurry up Pete," her mother griped.
"Comin' darlin', her father said, closing the trunk.
They both hugged her and kissed her goodbye. Her father made her promise to call before she went to bed and in the morning. Lucy nodded and smiled, all she wanted was for them to leave and for Jax to arrive.
She went back inside and slouched in the couch. It was shortly before eight, Jax would be here any minute and she was very excited. She turned on the TV and started watching Full House reruns. With every minute that passed her excitement grew. She decided on calming herself with a cigarette. She found some in her father's Jeans, went into the kitchen and lit it. The first drag made her cough but after a few more she relaxed. Her glance fell upon the stove clock, it was already half past eight. Where the hell was he?
She went back into the living room and continued watching TV.
When Jax still hadn't arrived at ten she buried her head in a pillow and started crying. She was so disappointed in him she just couldn't hold back her tears.
At eleven she had enough, turned out the TV and the lights and headed for bed. She brushed her teeth, put on her favorite sleeping shirt and cuddled up in her bed.
Just as she turned out the lights, her cell phone rang.
She searched for it in the dark and answered.
"I'm so sorry baby. I'm on my way. Something came up. I'll tell you as soon as I'm there."
"Don't bother." Lucy barked and hung up.
She waited a few minutes, then the doorbell rang. She got up, walked downstairs but didn't open.
"Lucy please," Jax pleaded, banging the door: "I can explain."
She leaned her forehead against the door and took a deep breath, then she opened it.
Jax stepped inside, pulled her close and hugged her tight.
"I am so sorry." He kissed her, and pulled her towards the couch.
"Yeah. Next time just say you don't want to see me," Lucy barked.
Jax looked at her sadly: "Of course I wanna see you baby."
"Right," she didn't look at him.
"Will you please let me explain?" He begged, taking her hands in his.
Lucy nodded: "Fine."
"I was on my way over here, when Opie called me. He didn't say what was up, so I drove by his place."
"Is he alright?"
"Well, yeah, but he could be in real trouble."
"What did he do?"
"You know Donna, right? She's in our history class. Opie really likes her. Today he saw some guys hitting on her in front of the supermarket where she was waiting for her mom. One of them got a little aggressive, behaved inappropriate. Well, Opie freaked. He beat the living crap out of that guy. When I arrived at his house before, he was fucked. He kept telling me that he'll go to jail. He really needed me. I'm sorry I didn't call, but I just forgot. I had to help him tell his dad. Piney was pissed. But I think he is going to take care of it."
"Oh god,"
Jax nodded: "Yeah, it was crazy."
Lucy leaned forward, he face was only a few inches from his: "Good safe."
Jax laughed, pulling her close. He kissed her softly.
"So, what exactly does 'spend the night' mean?"
Lucy giggled, kissing from Jax' jaw line down to his chest. Her fingers slid under his shirt and caressed his muscular chest. He moaned as she crawled into his lab and pressed her lower half against his.
Lucy liked the way he responded to her and after a while of kissing she felt just how much he responded. Lucy's fingers made their way into his pants, touching him. Up until here there was nothing they hadn't done before. Her hands in his pants, his hands beneath her bra. But today she wanted to go all the way with him. But she wanted it to be romantic, like she had seen in so many movies. She got off the sofa, took his hand and led him up the stairs into her bedroom. They continued kissing and touching and soon both of them were lying naked on her bed. Jax had always been kind of rough and aggressive when they were fooling around, but now he slowed down. He touched her so softly she barely felt it. They kept caressing and kissing each other, when Jax suddenly stopped.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked looking directly into her eyes.
Lucy nodded.
Jax was very careful not to hurt her, but Lucy still groaned in pain when he was completely inside her. She was glad that she had hid a box of condoms in her night stand. Jax didn't take long. Lucy was disappointed. She didn't understand why everybody was making such a big deal of it. All she had felt was pain, then friction and then she had to pee real badly. She looked over at Jax who was still trembling and breathing hard. She cuddled up into his arms and lay her head onto his chest.
She could hear his heart beating fast. At least he had enjoyed himself.
Jax kissed the top of her head: "Did I hurt you?"
"Only a little," she replied kissing his arm.
"I'm sorry."
She kissed him to make him shut up. Then she pulled up the covers and after a while she could hear Jax steady breathing.
After a while Lucy drifted off to sleep as well.

The next morning Lucy woke up before Jax. She didn't move. She just watched him sleep. She thought about the past night and decided that they would just have to do it a few more times this weekend. It had to get better after a while, otherwise she didn't understand why people bothered with it in the first place.
Jax stirred and opened his eyes. He was still sleep drunk, but he rolled them around and kissed her softly.
"Come here," he whispered pulling her close. She enjoyed his strong arms around her and his lips on hers. She did think about bad morning breath for a second, but he didn't seem to mind, so she kissed him back just as passionately.
Lucy had been right. This time everything was different. She wasn't as nervous as the day before and Jax was much more relaxed as well. This time she actually had fun and when she was lying in his arms a few minutes later, she felt great.
"I love you," Jax said softly, caressing her face.
Lucy smiled at him and kissed him softly: "I love you."