I have used a part from season 1. I will do this from time to time. The parts that stick out the most to me. Sorry these aren't as long lately. I will hopefully have a few long chapters coming this next weekend!

Nothing else seemed to matter, just me and him. My mom was clearly standing behind me, yelling, but I didn't hear any of it. His thumb caressed my face, wiping away the tears.

"It's ok baby. I'm here now." He said with a slight smile on his face.

Still not hearing anything my mom was saying, Jax took my hand and we walked to his bike. Getting on, riding away. I needed to get away right now, in this moment, all I needed was him.

The ride was silent and I had no idea where we were heading, but that didn't matter. I wanted him to take me away from this. He was always good at that. We rode around for a while. We were both enjoying this feeling again. After a while I realized where we were going. He was taking me to our place, the streams.

Getting off the bike after parking, he grabbed a blanket from his bag, almost as if he had planned how this was going to happen. He even grabbed a bag of food along with a couple beers. He placed the blanket on the ground, lying down on his side, and patting the spot next to him.

"You had this all planned out, didn't you?" I said with a laugh.

"Well, more like I had hoped it would turn out this way." He said rubbing the spot next to him. I laughed again and sat down on the blanket. We ate while we sat, catching up on everything that's been happening in the past 10 years. Life was about the same for him, as it was when I left.

"Protecting" Charming, as he called it, had kept him busy.

"I didn't have a choice. I wouldn't have made it in any other life." Jax said seeing the questioning look on my face.

"You always had a choice. You had the choice to leave with me, to start a new life."

"I couldn't just leave my family, you know that." He said seeing the sad look in my eyes.

Looking down, playing with my hands, he reached out. Lifting my head up with his hand he said "None of that matters right this second though. Only thing that matters right now is us." He leaned in and kissed my lips, pulling me down on top of him. The kiss deepened as his hands slid down my sides. I moaned from his touch. I've longed for this touch for far too long. As I went for his pants, he stopped my hands.

"As much as I want this, I don't want it here, not this way. Let's go back to my place."

We packed everything back up and headed back to his place.

The house was cute. Never thought of him ever owning a house, it made him seem so grown up. Entering the house, I looked around. It seemed to fit him, fit his style. As he put a few things away, I went in search of the bathroom. I peaked behind a door, the walls were painted pale blue, and a changing table was against one wall, with a crib on the opposite. The name Abel was hanging on the wall above the crib and a motorcycle mobile hung about it.

Jax walked up behind me. I turned to look at him, with hurt in my eyes.

"Lex, let me explain." He said reaching for my hand. I pulled away instantly.

"When were you planning on telling me?"

"It's not what you think. I married Wendy a year ago."

"You're married!?"

"We're separated now, divorce is pending. We tried to reconcile about 6 months back. She got pregnant, and started using again. I haven't been with her since."

I started to walk past Jax towards the front door. I didn't want to hear this. I didn't want my heart to break all over again. It was supposed to be me.

"Don't you get tired of it? Running?" Jax called out to me as I reached the door.

"I'm not running." I said stopping with my hand on the door knob.

"Your life is a series of hit and runs. The minute someone make you feel uncomfortable, tests your loyalty little Alexis packs her bags and hits the road."

"That's not fair." I said turning around to face him.

"Not fair? You want to know how many women I've slept with over the last 10 years?"

"Don't do this."

"Hundreds! Maybe more, I don't know. I barely see their faces. I married Wendy because I was lonely because I got tired of the endless disconnect. It was just a sad time out. Because when I'm inside someone, there's only one face I see. When you came home, it was like some kind of sign to me. Like my past coming round, giving me another shot to do this different, better. Now that chance is running away again."

That was the last thing I ever expected. It might have been the most disgustingly sweet thing that anyone has ever said to me.

I can still remember the first time, our first time. He had taken me out that night for dinner, a cute little diner on main. We sat at the window seat; he held my hand across the table, not once letting it go. The waitress was flirting, not even acknowledging me. Jax hadn't seemed to notice. I was the only girl in his world. I was all he needed. After dinner we walked down the street, his arm wrapped around my shoulder.

"I kind of got us a place, for the night." Jax said nervously, running his hands through his hair. I could tell he didn't want to make eye contact. Not sure how I would react to his statement.

"Hey," I said getting him to look at me "I was hoping you would."

He smiled, the nervousness he had felt, melted away. We walked to the hotel. My stomach was doing flips. I had never done this before. I was happy it was going to be with him though. We got to the door to our room, fumbling with the key, he opened it.

The room was nice. I had no idea how he could afford something like this, but that was the furthest thing from my mind. The king size bed looked so comfortable. I couldn't wait to lie down. Off to the side of the bed, was a large Jacuzzi tub. Candles lined the edge; a vase of roses joined them.

Jax lit the candles, and then turned to switch off the lights. He kissed my lips slowly, sliding a strand of hair from my face. He walked back, still kissing me, until he reached the bed. Sitting down he leaned back as he watched me. I slowly pulled my shirt off over my head, and grabbed for my pants, sliding them down my legs.

My hands reached to cover me, not doing a very good job. Jax pulled my hands down, into his hands.

"Lex, don't' do that. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

With that, I let myself go. He wanted me, he was here for me, and he did all this for me. He pulled me into him, kissing his lips, as he fell back onto the bed. His hands wandered my body. His hands knew my body, not in this way though. Everything seemed new and exciting. They worked their way to my bra and unhooked it quickly. Throwing it to the side then rolling me over so he could look at me. He trailed kisses from my lips, to my neck, to my chest, finally reaching my nipples. I let out a moan. Jax pulled his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. I grabbed at his back, I wanted him closer.

I could feel him growing against me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me. Grinding into him, the excitement was growing. His hand slid down, into my panties. The touch I was nervous for, felt so incredible. I was wet from excitement, the feel of me made him moan.

"Fuck darlin'." He pulled my panties from me, revealing everything. He stood from the bed, fumbling to pull his pants and boxers down. Climbing back on top of me, he looked into my eyes.

"You sure about this? I can stop."

"I'm sure. I want this." I said smiling, reassuring him. With that, he led himself to my entrance. Starting with the tip, he entered me. Further and further till he was completely inside me.

I moaned, from pleasure and pain. With each movement, it became nothing but pleasure.

As quickly as it began, it was over. It would not be the last time we made love that night. I couldn't get enough. The kissing had brought us closer, but making love connected us on a whole new level.

That night I fell asleep in his arms with a smile on my face, and awoke the same way.

I stepped towards him, I knew he was right. I would not run away, not again. I was going to take him for everything he was. That would be the only way it would work. I would not make this mistake again. He was mine, and I was his.

Then we made love. Just like the first time, our first time, all over again.