Hey guys. There are only a few chapters left to publish for those of you who might be bored or wondering how long Catherine's list is, lol. This chapter is set just in between 'The Pull' (one of my favourite episodes) and 'Hell Followed'.

As always, thanks for your reviews and PM's - I love that Jax & Tara have such a string fan base!

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Someone who has beauty for your eyes to see…..

He didn't know she was awake. He had tried to be quiet as he crept around her room, carefully and silently stepping into last night's boxers and jeans and bringing them up to his hips to do up his zipper.

In all honesty, after an eleven year absence and endless nights of dreaming about her lying beside him, it had been pretty damn hard for Jax to leave her in that bed. How many crow eaters had he slept with in this last decade? Too many times had he had to look away from the women positioned underneath him, on top of him, in front of him because their faces were constant reminders that they weren't her. Countless times had he closed his eyes as he released himself inside those strangers, picturing her face. On some occasions, more than he'd like to admit, her name would leave his lips during those releases and for a brief moment he would close his eyes and let himself believe that she was back with him.

And now she actually was. The first time their lovemaking had been frantic, both desperate for the physical touch that each had craved, a touch that no other person in this world could give them. The second time that night, the sex had been more gentle, each taking the time to savour the feel of each other, to remind themselves of the others beauty, to look into each other's eyes, allowing their souls to connect again after such a long time. He hadn't had to imagine her face last night.

But now it was morning, albeit very early morning. The sun hadn't yet risen and Jax hadn't slept. He was exhausted, the intimacy with Tara had ensured that, but his mind was busy with thoughts of the club, of Cameron, of Kohn, but mostly of her. He wondered what her life had been like in Chicago, how many guys she had dated whilst she had lived there. How the hell did she get involved with the psycho son of a bitch he put a bullet through last night? But he hadn't asked her, he didn't want to sully their precious reunion with her telling him details about the other guys she'd been with. Jax knew that if she had told him that she had slept with other men besides Kohn, which undoubtedly she had, he'd want names and addresses and go and put a slug through their temples too.

He hadn't wanted to sleep because he still needed to savour the feel of her lying next to him, her naked body sprawled against his own. He looked down at their bodies, her porcelain white skin draped across his sun kissed body. He had spent the night inhaling the Jasmine scent that she still wore, a perfume that reminded him of their times together as teens, a fragrance that he hadn't smelt for over ten years and yet it still seemed so familiar to him. He found solace in her tossing and turnings, they gave him an excuse to hold her closer as she stirred. At one point he had smiled as she murmured his name, letting him know that she was dreaming of him too.

But Jax also knew that he had to get rid of Kohn's body before sunrise.

He stood in the middle of Tara's bedroom for a moment and ran his fingers through his long golden hair. He had no qualms about putting a bullet through that creep's temple, his insults and abuse towards Tara had warranted it. No, it was the fact that he had done it so easily, that his love for her clouded any judgement he made. It seemed that his devotion to her and his impulsive nature were a toxic combination. It felt exactly the same as it did when they were teens, crazy in love with each other, so engrossed in their passion that it was all too easy to do something a little reckless, like pulling the trigger and ending a man's life. And why? The simple reason was because he loved her. He'd never stopped, Jax didn't think he'd ever have the ability to stop loving her. Like the club, Tara was a part of him.

"She fears for her life, so she comes back home to the only man she know loves her enough to protect her …. I wish I had that kind of pull over a man" Stahl's word ran through Jax's head as he stared down at Kohn's corpse. He shrugged them off. No one understood the intensity between him and Tara, they never had. As kids they had always felt that they needed to prove to those around them that it was real love, not just a phase that everyone had been so adamant that they were going through. It was more than a pull Tara had over Jax, she had his heart.

Jax stared through his hands as he looked over at Kohn's body which was sprawled out on Tara's en suite floor, congealed blood gathered around his head, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.

His love for Tara had actually made him kill a man.

"A penny for them?" she softly whispered.

Jax smiled as he lowered his hands from his face and looked over at Tara. He edged closer to her bed, his eyes taking her in. He breathed deeply and she watched as his naked chest lifted up and down, the muscles in his stomach becoming more defined as he inhaled. He was truly beautiful, and Tara tried to imagine what had possessed her to leave him all those years ago. For a brief moment, and not for the first time, she regretted her decision.

He sat down on her bed, facing the dead body of his arch enemy. He held her hand in his own for a few silent moments, stroking her soft skin.

"I gotta go" he whispered , his voice heavy with tiredness, as he stared down at her pale hand, reluctant to leave her.

Tara nodded slowly, her eyes desperately avoiding that of Kohn's body as it hung in her peripheral vision.

"You ok?" he asked as his eyes travelled up her body to stare down into her frightened eyes.

She swallowed and nodded. She felt a mixture of relief, desperation and disgust. She'd never helped kill a man before "I think I'm gonna take a personal day"

Jax nodded in agreement, smiling softly "You should, that'll be good for you. I gotta get this medical equipment back to the clubhouse but first I've got to –"

He stopped himself, unsure of how to phrase his next sentence carefully so as not to upset her "…I have to sort him out"

Tara brought her free hand up to cover her eyes, grimacing with thoughts of Kohn's death, the desperation in his eyes the split second before Jax had fired the gun. She inhaled, bringing herself back to peaceful thoughts, remembering back to their lovemaking just hours before.

"You know I don't regret anything about last night Jax…I mean about us…"She felt she needed to clarify more, knowing that she felt some remorse in Kohn's death "I mean the sex"

"Me neither" he assured her. It seemed that killing the love of your life's psycho ex was an aphrodisiac.

"I never loved him. You need to know that. I never felt for him, or anyone else, what felt for you" she wasn't sure why she said it, whether it was to help with his guilt or her own, but she felt that she needed to tell him that no other man came close to meaning to her what he did. Maybe it was to reassure him that the killing was vindicated, that her love for him could be an adequate justification for such a horrendous crime.

Jax smiled softly, it was good to know that after all these years she had still felt so strongly "I know"

He reached out and brushed the hair from her face, his soft touch comforting her. "I have to go. Don't worry, I'll sort everything out and when I'm done with him and with the shit at the club I'll come and find you, make sure you're alright. Ok?"

She smiled weakly, not sure if she would be ok without him, without his encouragement or comforting words, even though she had been without them for over a decade. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips soft lingered against hers, and it took all the effort he had to lift himself away from the bed, away from her tempting arms, to sort out their problem.

Tara turned her back as she heard Jax lift Kohn's body off the floor, closing her eyes and trying to block out unwanted images.

It was these things that he did for her, these beautiful actions that justified his love, that made him beautiful in her eyes. On this occasion it was a beauty that only she was witness too.