Title: As the Rush Comes
Summary: She rode into town in an old convertible, as if on the wind. Will she find herself caught in the middle of one of the deadliest biker wars in Charming history?
Disclaimer: the Sons of Anarchy belong to Kurt Sutter, not me. I'm a poor college student, so it'd be pointless to sue.
A/N: Since apparently I suck at life, I forgot to tell you all the songs that the chapters have been named for thus far. Ch 1 – Starstrukk by 3OH!3, Ch 2 – Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve. This chapter's song is Letters from the Sky by Civil Twilight.
A/N: Read & Review, please Live by the motto: If you read it, feed it.
P.S. The scene in italic is a flashback moment.
Vanessa had spent the remainder of her day cleaning up her apartment. In her hast to leave Charming, she had left her apartment as if a hurricane had just ripped through, and the many months of dust build up certainly didn't help the situation any. She had actually learned a few things from her conversation with her father, none of which surprised her. The town hadn't changed much, not to her. A lot of shit had gone down, though: Jackson Teller was actually a father (and a good one from what she had heard), Tara Knowles had come back to Charming, Luanne Delaney had been murdered, the ATF had found something worth investigating, and Donna had died. She hadn't known much about Donna besides the fact that she was the lover of a SAMCRO member, a bond that not many people could share in, let alone understand. According to her father, Donnas death had been monumental – a sort of turning point for the small community. Things had gotten more violent, full of tension. To add to that tension, a new group of people were trying to edge their way into what everyone knew was the Sons' territory – a group that went by the name of L.O.A.N., or the League of American Nationalists. Deciding she had had enough of cleaning for the time being, Nessa fell back into her bed, knowing sleep would not be coming easy. Every time she closed her eyes, she thought about the circumstances that led to her leaving her hometown.
Her hands traced the soft lines of his face as she straddled his lap, wanting to remember every mark, every wrinkle that you only noticed when he was smiling.
"What are you doing, baby?"
"I just…..I love your face, your eyes, your chin, your mouth."
"Why don't you show me just how much?"
His hand on the back of her head guided her forward, their lips meeting in what started as a gentle kiss. His hands glided down her neck, across her arms, snaking around her body to pull her body closer to his – skin to skin. Her lips traveled across the face she had just spent time memorizing, and towards his neck, wanting to leave a mark, so he could remember her. As she nipped and licked at his neck, his arms lifted her small frame, letting her hover him for a moment, before he entered her, taking their collective breath away.
"Nessa, girl, you feel so good."
He murmured as he let her body adjust to him, and she slowly began rocking up and down. Vanessa's eyes slid shut as her body rocked, his large hands helping guide her body. Every part of her body felt alive, her thoughts were racing at a hundred miles per hour – she couldn't get any of them to slow down enough to comprehend the weight of what she was doing. Sounds akin to purrs were leaving her lips as the man she was straddling was groaning and calling out her name.
"Ness…..oh, Nessa…."
She felt her body tensing up, knowing well what was rapidly approaching.
"Shit, I'm so close…."
She moaned out. The man beneath her thrust his hips upwards, matching her pace.
"Yeah, baby, my name – say my name."
"Oh, god……Tig, yes….."