A/N - A Jax/Tara was requested and I aim to please so... enjoy! Heads up, a bit of n0rty at the end...
It was unlike Jax to stick around and help but Gemma noticed him hovering as she and Tara collected the dishes from the table. Gemma was a proud woman, she liked a clean kitchen at the end of the night and she was always so fearful one of those clumsy crow eaters would break her crockery, she insisted on sending them home after a meal. Tara was lucky enough to be trusted to not smash anything, and Gemma chatted away with her like everything was perfectly normal as they carried things through.
"How are you two doing?" Gemma asked as she nodded across towards Jax. Tara followed her line of sight although she didn't really need to. Jax was sitting on the couch with Thomas asleep in one arm while Abel snuggled down beside him, his little eyelids heavy with exhaustion. She nodded.
"We're taking things slowly," Tara said, her eyes focused on him. "Getting back on track, I think."
Gemma nodded, she already knew that, Jax had told her everything. Jax always told her everything, she loved that. He would always be her little boy, lost and needing help. "You sleeping together?"
Tara rolled her eyes, why did a question like that still surprise her from Gemma. "Not that it's any of your business," she said with wry amusement. "But we're just taking each day at a time."
Gemma laughed as she hosed a couple of greasy dishes down and loaded them into the washer. "That's a yes then," she said. Tara looked like she might interject but Gemma waved her hand. "Don't worry about it. I just want my boys safe, here. Home," she added. She pointed to Tara's chest. "How's the heart?"
"Fine." Tara was sure it had always been fine but she pressed the heel of her palm between her breasts anyway. "Guess things happen for a reason, staying here just made me realise we can get through this."
Gemma smiled, relieved. "Like a real old lady." She looked at the remaining mess and motioned for Tara to go. "Why don't you put the boys down in my room? I can have them overnight if you need some... space."
The idea sounded good. Tara washed off her hands and paced through to join Jax. He smiled as he saw her and she extended her hand to him.
"Your Mom is going to have them tonight," she whispered, lifting Thomas from him. She nuzzled her little boy and murmured, "You stay with Grandma tonight?"
Jax picked Abel up and followed her to the bedroom. They stood quietly together, hand in hand, as they watched him fall asleep cuddled close to his brother and Tara sighed. Jax kissed her temple softly.
"How are we doing?"
Tara closed her eyes against him, just the scent of him was overpowering. Leather and oil and gunpowder coated everything Jax ever owned and it drove her crazy in every single way. She leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I don't know," she said. "Your Mom keeps asking me if we're having sex which is, you know, weird."
Jax laughed softly at that. "She wants to know we're okay." He paused a moment and murmured, "I do too. Sometimes I think we're healing and then sometimes..."
"You're not sure?" Tara nodded. "That's how I feel, Jax. Sometimes I think we're good, and then I see one of those porn sluts and." She shivered at the thought, shaking her head. She hated them. "I can't deal with it sometimes."
Jax nodded. He took her hands steadily in his and sat down on the bed in front of her, holding onto her. "I know that I got a long road to take to earn your trust back, Tara," he said softly. "But I know I have to and I want to. What I did, it was stupid and messy and idiotic at best. Kinda thing Tig would do."
She laughed at that. "Don't do the things Tig does." He looked at her quizzically and she glanced around, as if someone might hear her. "Tig worries too much about getting laid, he doesn't worry about consequences. Long-term consequences," she added with a skeptical smile. "What you had was at least treatable. Babies are less-"
She stopped short and her face flushed red. Jax stared at her for a moment before he stood up. "What?"
Tara shook her head, mortified that she had betrayed a medical secret. She started to leave the room but Jax was quick to catch her and bundle her into the bathroom. She put her hand to her forehead and stammered for an answer.
"I didn't say anything." He looked at her and she pinched her nose as she realised there was no getting out of this. "He knocked up some girl."
Jax was almost pleased as much as he was amused. "Lot of that going around," he chuckled. "My Mom said that was why Chibs broke up with Nina Padilla. She was..." It took him a moment to realise and his eyes grew wide as he murmured, "Knocked up." Glee descended upon his face and Tara shook her head.
"No, Jax, you can't say a word," she insisted. "Nina came to me in confidence, she didn't even realise."
"Does Chibs know?" Already Jax was working out his next move, the second Chibs found out he would lose it and do something stupid, it would be the perfect opportunity to get his President's patch back. Tara sighed as she leaned against the door.
"No. It's not your place to say, Jax," she insisted. He nodded, waving his hand.
"I won't. I swear." He lifted his hand and winked as he murmured with his most charming smile, "Scout's honour." Tara giggled a little at that and nodded as Jax pressed her against the door with his hips. "But we're co-conspirators now, Mrs Teller."
His lips grazed her cheek, his stubble rubbing up against her as he kissed her. Tara sighed contently at the spark that passed between them as Jax slipped his hands beneath her shirt. His fingers roamed over her skin as he tasted her mouth with his own, pleased to possess her again but already contemplating how he could take back his seat and his club all in one go.
Tara barely noticed his distraction, too consumed by the way he was moving against her. The gentle sway of his hips was hypnotic, as his hands strayed beneath her bra she moaned softly into his mouth.
"We can't, not here," she whispered. Jax grinned devilishly, like all his Christmases had come at once.
"Of course we can."
He spun her around, pressing her palms flat to the door as he growled, unbuckling her stone-grey jeans and pulling them down to her knees. Suddenly he could feel the control flooding him, his hands skimmed over her panties as he felt the curve of her ass. Tara heard the clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor before Jax pulled her underwear aside and pushed into her urgently. She gasped, trying to stay quiet, and he leaned his forehead against her shoulder, steadying himself.
"You and me, we're in this together," he muttered as he pulled her hips back towards him, filling her and making her moan. He smiled as he clamped his hand over her mouth. "We all make little mistakes," he murmured. "It's rectifying them that counts."