{Charming, February 14, 1995}

The air was thick around the large redwood table with the Reaper carved in the center, from the numerous cigarettes that had been smoked as the Chapel meeting progressed. They were already on the second hour of discussion, the recent death of JT, shift in club President, and Mayan War hitting them all hard. The sturdy table had been there since the beginning, but as Piney Winston looked around pausing to cough he realized the First Nine were fading out fast, and that the hunk of wood would be there long after their pathetic bones were dust in the wind.

The Doctor had told him last year to lay off the booze, smoking, and try to sleep more than a few hours per night. He figured that was his professional way of saying lay off the women also. Piney had not listened to his advice, many nights falling out wherever his body fell, his fingers clenched tightly around another empty bottle of Tequila. Fuck he had thought life wasn't worth living if you couldn't live it how you wanted. He was finding more and more with the absence of his best friend, and Old Lady life wasn't worth a shit anymore anyway. The only reason he remained in the Vice Presidents seat to the left of Clay was because of his love for Jax, and Opie. He was determined to hold the seat occupied until Jax was just a couple of years older, and able to sit in it himself.

Piney frowned slightly as Clay leaned back in his seat smoking on the Cigar as if he were King of the World; he glanced around to see if anyone had noticed his expression. Piney did hope to live long enough to see Jax muscle Clay Morrow out, and a Teller once again be at the table head. He didn't trust him, just as his best friend hadn't trusted him. Behind Clay's big cheeky smile, there was one phony son of a bitch with dangerous ambition. He still remembered JT handing him the envelope that contained his words to Jackson about the wrong turns the club had made. The fact that Clay was bedding his wife was painfully obvious to JT, and well he couldn't really speak against her to harshly considering he had a child with another Maurine Ashby over in Belfast. JT felt the grim reaper coming his way however, and wanted his son to know the truth. Piney vowed to him the manuscript would be placed into Jax's hands at the right time. He had also vowed to him to remain in the seat for Jax. It was the first topic he had discussed with Clay, the future of the VP seat. Not trusting Clay to live up to his side of the bargain, Piney insisted the vote be brought to the table immediately, a vote not to be discussed around the younger men, but a vote none the less that had ensured Jax Teller would be sitting to the left when Piney stepped down, or in the event he met with an unfortunate accident as his best friend did.

The plan he and JT talked through at length before his untimely death had been for Jax to take over. Piney knew he would be unable to head the club his health already beginning its decline before JT's departure. It had been there hope though that eventually the head seat would be filled with Jax, with Opie beside him as VP. JT had felt strongly that Jax would be able to pull the club from the bloody path he had so blindly allowed it to travel down.

They had wanted Aiden to be sitting to the right where Tig Trager now sat glaring at Clay as if he were a fucking rock star, but when Lenny Janowitz had gone inside unexpectedly. His only son Aiden wasn't even close enough to being of age to Prospect, must less a consideration for the chair. He only hoped that Jax had forethought when the time came to muscle Trager out of the right seat, and place Aiden in it. He wasn't into the torturous killings like his father had been, but he had the aptitude to get the job done quickly, and also the loyalty to stand strong beside Opie, and Jax.

"What do you think Old man?' Clay looked over to his left the hint of sarcasm did not go unnoticed by Piney.

Very intentionally Clay took a large puff from his cigar making sure the smoke blew in Piney's direction. Deep down he hated Piney Winston, who had been loyal to JT. He wanted him removed from the seat, but he needed the votes that Piney held the key to, in order to be sitting where he was now. Reluctantly Clay had agreed to allow Piney to hold the VP seat, and for Jax to fill it when the old man felt the time was right in the next few years.

Fighting the urge not to cough as the shitty smell of smoke hovered in the air traveling its way up his nasal passages, Piney glared at Clay for a long moment. He thought Clay looked like he was sucking a dick as he puffed on the cigar, he huffed thinking it made most men look like real cocksuckers smoking them, pausing for a moment lost in ancient memories, he retracted that thought. There was one mean mother fucker he knew that smoked cigars, he sure in the hell never looked like a cocksucker. Piney furrowed his brow hoping that was smoke SAMCRO would never smell up close. Coughing slightly he paused again to regain his composure praying his voice wouldn't give away his distaste for Clay as he spoke.

"Aiden, stop it they are going to be here any minute," Amelia gave him a nudge to step aside as she made her way around the kitchen laying out the food Marie had fixed for the get together with their friends.

"Stop what? What did I do?" Aiden eyes trailed over Amelia's body as if she were a yummy treat he was going to devour, before returning his questioning eyes back to hers.

"They are going to be here any minute, Aiden, and you know exactly what I am talking about so kill the "What did I do? Innocent act," Amelia paused for a moment a sexy grin slowly crossing her plump glossed lips, "We both know there is nothing innocent about you Aiden Janowitz."

Aiden leaned up against the black granite top island counter located not far from the refrigerator, and sink area where Amelia was rinsing something off. Her kitchen skills were extremely limited, so Marie, the housekeeper, had fixed everything she thought would be needed for a young group of couples to have a fun evening. She was a sweet, short jolly lady who was crazy about Amelia, and very welcoming to him.

Aiden and Amelia, or the A Team as their friends like to teasingly call them had been together since the summer, and had quickly fallen in love with one another. Jackson who had thought Aiden to be certifiably insane when he announced the news after only knowing the girl a day, had fallen like a lined up domino since fate had placed Tara Knowles two lockers down from him. Opie was as lost as ever in Donna, even though he was not one to display his emotions in front of the group as freely as Jax and Aiden, it was still apparent to all. Donna spoke, Opie lingered on every word, Opie made a decision about anything he asked Donna first, he simply adored her, and there was something about Donnas' genuine innocence, and kindness that was good for Opie. She balanced him, brought out a kinder side, just as Tara balanced Jax, and Amelia balanced Aiden. They were each the missing pieces of the puzzle for one another. If the young love stories weren't perfect enough with the guys being club brothers, the girls all hit it off, and were extremely close also. Years later when the world scattered them around like the leaves on a fall day, they would each look back on this time in their life, and realize how lucky they truly were.

"You want a beer, baby?" Amelia smiled at Aiden as she wiped her wet hands.

What I want is my hands up that short skimpy black cotton dress of yours so I can fondle, and tease you relentlessly, Aiden thought to himself a devious smirk on his face. Shit, he knew he could just stay in bed buried in her all day, and night. She was a craving that no matter how many times he attempted to quench it he was just left wanting even more.

"Sure, babe," He uncrossed his arms watching her open the refrigerator door slowly bending over looking for the beer the short dress rising, revealing the beginning of her perfect tiny ass.

Christ I love a looking a woman's ass, he thought breathing in deeply as he stood continuing to watch Amelia's delectable ass bent over in front of him while she moved items around to get the beer out. His inner control snapped like a damn tree twig as he reached forward grabbing her arm turning her around swiftly pulling her petite frame into his. The bottle of beer she was holding slipping from her fingers crashing onto the expensive tile floor. Not looking down at the shattered mess of glass, much less speaking a word, he placed his hands on the soft cheeks of her ass, lifting and turning to place her on the black granite counter in one swift effortless motion.

Amelia let out a small gasp, and giggled nervously as she felt the cool granite counter come into contact with her skin as he sat her down. She was as unconcerned about the glass shattered upon the floor as Aiden. A look of pure desire, and longing appeared on her face as he stepped between her open legs pushing the already bulging area of his jeans into her with just enough force to create a surge of pleasure that rippled through her entire body. Without thought Amelia wrapped her slender legs around his waist, as she moved her body so close to his not even air could flow between them. Their breathing quickened in rhythm with one another as they looked lustfully into the others eyes, slowly she lay her head on his shoulder, as his lips began to devour the nape of her neck, his warm breathing sending shivers down her body, and the throb he had already created between her legs ached uncontrollably.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He whispered in her ear his voice low, deep, and full of hunger, his lips continuing to make their way down her slender well defined shoulders.

"Ok…." Amelia breathed the words against him her head still laying on his shoulder as Aiden picked her up to leave the room.

"Jesus Christ, lover boy at it again," Opie burst into the room with Donna in tow followed by Jax and Tara, "Shit, at the rate you two are going this damn house is gonna be full of babies in no time at all. How many bedrooms you got here to fill Amelia? Five … six ….seven" His hearty chuckle echoed in the room. Jax stood close trying to contain his own laughter as Tara smacked him playfully on the back indicating he should shut up.

"Opie!" Donna shot him a look, and he immediately mouthed the words sorry his eyes clearing showing the others in the room what they already knew, he was smitten with her.

"Shit, no need to worry about babies being made with you interrupting every damned minute. Some of us can't get the job done in sixty seconds or less, like you brother. " Aiden spoke the words a slight smirk upon his face still holding Amelia in his arms.

"Aiden!" Amelia shrieked giving him a disapproving look and it was Aiden's turn to mouth the words sorry as he lowered her to a standing position, knowing he had to get her upstairs for just a few minutes. He knew he could accomplish what he needed for a temporary relief if he could just get her alone for oh five minutes tops.

Jax strutted across the kitchen to give Amelia a friendly hug, his already famous gorilla walk a trade mark.

"Hey Darlin' appreciate the invite," As he hugged her his attention was diverted to the ground where the shattered glass of the beer bottle lay.

"Have a little unexpected explosion there Aiden? " He arched his brow smirking unable to hold his expression for long without bursting out in laughter quickly joined by Opie, Tara, and Donna.

Amelia could feel her face growing fifty shades of red as she closed her eyes for a moment in embarrassment. Jesus Christ they think all we do is fuck. Jax gave her a cheeky smirk and reassuring wink before making his gorilla strut back over to Tara.

"I'll just get something to clean that up with," looking around hoping she could remember where Marie stored the damn broom. Christ surely we have a broom!

"Here let me clean you," Donna offered, "Where's do you keep the broom, Amelia?" She asked sweetly.

"Ummmm …" She paused for a moment now embarrassed about her lack of knowledge on the location of the broom, "I think over there," pointing to a closet behind Tara.

"Let me look," Tara turned laughing as she began playing what's behind the door game to find a broom.

"Shit, man got yourself great little home maker there, Aiden. Does she cook as well as she locates a broom?" Opie winked at Amelia, as he nudged Aiden in the abdomen playfully.

"Go, fuck yourself man," Aiden playfully punched him in the chest, leaning in closer to him before speaking the next words, "I look for other talents in my lady man, cleaning, and all that shit ain't important to me." He smirked turning from Opie, and Jax to see Amelia bent down in front of the refrigerator picking up the broken glass, just as she cut her finger, and blood began to drip onto the floor. As the first drop, hit it reminded him of a tear falling. He couldn't stop staring at her crouched down, but his feeling was not sexual this time.

Aiden felt a sense of unease rise from the pit of his stomach as he watched the blood drip onto the expensive tile flooring. He shifted nervously looking up for a moment at the clock on the elaborate microwave built into the wall above her, the time almost glaring at him 6:44 pm, his eyes quickly shifting back to Amelia. She looked up for a moment smiling sweetly at him, as Donna handed her something to place over the cut. In a few short years Aiden would understand the sense of unease he had felt as he enter the same kitchen, on the same day, at approximately the same time, finding Amelia in a similar position, and time would stand still for just a moment as he recalled her as she on this day.

The guys stood outside around the pool huddle closer than they would normally be due to the cooler evening night, laughter from the living room could be heard through the closed glass door that separated them from the vast living room. Jax smiled as he looked at Tara sitting on the floor with her legs crossed like a girl sitting in nursery school. She had made friends, something she hadn't had before, and for that he was extremely grateful. They had only been together since September, but like Aiden had known about Amelia, Jax knew immediately Tara was it for him. He reached up to rub his chin as he watched her from afar. Christ he still hadn't had sex with her, yet they were consumed with one another. He inhaled deeply this was the longest Jax Teller had gone without having a girl in his bed since he had first bedded a woman several years back. He was determined to wait as long as he needed for her. Knowing in his heart she would be well worth it, although he couldn't help but think about what it would be like once they did make love. There connection was already insane, and he couldn't help but wonder if they would be able to handle the insanity of that bond once they were together more intimately.

"What do you think they are giggling about in there, man?" Opie nodded his head toward the scene they were all watching.

"Girlie shit man," Jax responded a sly smirk upon his face as he took a long drag off his cigarette.

"What the fuck is girlie shit?" Opie looked at Jax with a clueless expression on his face.

"Damn, Op are you fucking clueless or is this celibacy phase of yours causing a loss of brain cells, they are talking about SEX for fuck sake," Aiden shook his head as he arched brow looking at Opie, and then Jax. He was crazy about Amelia, hopelessly in love with her, but Christ if she wasn't in his bed he honestly didn't what the hell he would do. A small frown crossed his face, he knew he wouldn't go the celibate route, and supposed that made him a real piece of shit.

"Girls talk about that kinda stuff?" Opie looked genuinely stunned at the realization.

Jax and Aiden looked at one another, before looking back to Opie who stood there his large frame already towering above them. He looked like he was stunned, as if a huge secret of the universe had just been revealed to him. Looking at one another again they couldn't even respond before doubling over laughing at Opie.

"What? What did I say?" He glared hard at both guys for a moment before joining them with a hearty chuckle of his own.

"Ok, Tara I don't mean to laugh at you, truly I don't, but I just well assumed you and Jax were, well sleeping together." Amelia looked at her trying not to giggle at Tara's confession to them just a few minutes ago. She glanced out the door window at Aiden, wondering if he would have waited that long for her to make a decision. Frowning slightly she didn't think so, Amelia had since heard about Aiden's craving of constant female attention. She knew though that since meeting her he had been refusing the attention of the club whores which were constantly surrounding him, whores his father had so appropriately named croeater's.

"Well, we do sleep together, we just aren't sleeping together," Tara shrugged her shoulders nervously biting her lower lip as she looked outside at Jax laughing with the guys, "I mean ….I want too… I assume he wants too….." Her voice trailed off, and she could feel herself blush from the conversation, and alcohol she was consuming rapidly.

"So, what's the problem then," Amelia smiled at her sweetly as if it were a simple decision to make.

"Oh, listen at you, Amelia, let's not forget the first morning after Aiden left, and you called me freaking out at what had occurred between the two of you." Donna interjected frowning for a moment wishing Opie would step it up a little. Truth was Donna was more than willing to advance her relationship to the next step, but he had been an unwilling participant. It was very obvious to Donna, just like everyone around them, that he held her high on a pedestal of some sort, protectively watching over her. She found this both touching, and as annoying as hell.

"That was months ago, and I wasn't as dramatic as all that," Amelia waved her hand in the air as if Donna wasn't recalling the events correctly.

"Yeah, whatever…." Donna rolled her eyes remembering Amelia's call that morning her voice in a panic that she had just slept with Aiden within hours of meeting him, and that she was sure he would never appear on her doorstep again.

Donna had reassured her friend it would be ok that he would come back just as he had said. She had been very concerned he would not, Aiden was known for his reputation with the ladies. Everyone knew he went through them quicker than his drawer full of tight fitting t-shirts. None of them were more than casual sex for him before Amelia. Donna had been very concerned that Amelia might have been right when she cried into the phone about being a notch in his belt. Aiden had surprised them all.

Ignoring Donnas rolling eyes Amelia focused her attention on Tara, "Listen, tonight would be perfect, you brought your stuff, told your dad you spending the night, and its Valentines." Amelia paused smiling, "I've put you in Mommy Dearest bedroom, Aiden and I never go in there, and it's away from all the other rooms. The room is sound proof, trust me." Amelia smirked at the thought of her Mommy Dearest who had certainly entertained enough potential stepfathers in that room. Looking at Tara for a moment, "You know I bet some of Mommy Dearest expensive lingerie would fit you also," Amelia's smirk now turning more devious as she picked up her beer taking a slow drink enjoying the cool beverage as it made its way down her throat.

"Amelia, my god!" Donna looked at her friend a little shocked.

"What? What did I say? Oh, and don't worry Donna I put you, and Opie in the room with 2 double beds." She looked at Donna with a touch of sarcastic innocence on her face as she blinked slowly.

Tara and Amelia looked at each other for a moment, before looking at Donna again who looked both amused, and Amelia thought a little frustrated, before all three burst into laughter.

Jax looked around the extravagant bedroom as he walked towards the bathroom door where Tara was still at brushing her teeth five minutes later. She had been nervous since they had walked into the bedroom twenty minutes ago. He stepped into the door frame leaning against it, so he could peer in at Tara who looked breath taking standing there in a thin t-shirt. The lighting of the room catching the cotton material just right so that her body underneath was silhouetted. He inhaled deeply, feeling the growing need for her.

"Darlin' can you imagine living like this day in and day out, damn I mean this is a whole different level of rich here." Jax entered the bathroom looking over at the large round deep luxurious tub.

"Yeah, I know," Tara turned around shyly looking at Jax her mind already made up, "Donna says Amelia will be one rich girl once she turns twenty five. "

"Interesting," Jax pondered the thought for a moment, wondering if Aiden and Amelia were still together what that would mean to his brother. He had honestly never thought about the fact of any of them leaving the club, but shit what if money wasn't a worry. Quickly Jax cast the thought out of his mind, being part of the brotherhood wasn't about money, it was in your blood. The MC coursed through Aiden, just as it did him, and Opie, there was no walking from that.

Jax looked up at Tara facing him taking in her beauty, his ache for her growing even more apparent. A cheeky smirk that combined sex and innocence crossed his face as he looked at her running his fingers through his long blonde hair. Taking in a cleansing breath he took a step towards her to close the distance.

"Babe," Jax whispered as he cupped the sides of her face, looking deeply into her eyes, placing his lips gently, yet firmly against hers.

Tara responded to the kiss immediately, tasting him as his mouth consumed hers tantalizing, his warm slick, moist tongue parting her lips which throbbed with their own need.

Jax pulled Tara's body into his own as he deepened the kiss her tongue greedily joining his, creating a burst of sensation in the crotch of his jeans that almost took him to his knees. He hoped as he continued to deepen the kiss more she wouldn't stop him. Jesus Christ I need her.

Tara, opened her eyes slowly has Jax broke away from her lips his warm strong hands stroking her cheeks on both sides as he gazed down at her his eyes full of need for her.

Jax felt lost in her gaze as he looked down into her eyes stroking the sides of her soft cheeks; looking deeper into her eyes he noticed they sparkled with a desire all their own. He held his breath as the soft pads of Tara's finger tips worked their way down the buttons of his plaid shirt, the flannel opening freely as the palms of her hands touched his chest. The need to consume her, be buried inside her began to take over his senses, as the beautiful smell of her essence filled the air around them.

"Darlin'" Jax tilted his head away just enough to make eye contact still holding face, "Tara, you keep touching me like that, I may not …."

"I don't want you to stop, Jackson." Her warm breath hit his lips as she spoke the words.

Jax cupped the sides of her face tighter, his breathing now erratic, the pressure against the crotch of his jeans so intense he was almost crossing the border from pleasurable to painful, the feeling to him was exquisite. Quickly he reached down scoping Tara up in his arms as he walked from the bathroom back into the bedroom, laying her down upon the gently bed, he stepped back from her to remove his already unbuttoned shirt, and kick his white shoes off. Reaching down with his strong sturdy fingers he unsnapped the button of his jeans as he gazed upon her laying on the bed, her brown hair cascading around her in every direction, her eyes full of love as they gazed upon him. Never losing eye contact he reached down unzipping his pants, quickly pulling them down along with the fashionable black boxers he was wearing, and stepping out of them he kicked the denim over to the side.

Tara's breathing stopped momentarily as Jax kicked off his pants, and stood in front of her completely naked. His beautiful body flawless like a Greek God, slowly she allowed her eyes to travel, to his well defined muscular chest, continuing their exploration of him not stopping until she reached his growing erection. Her eyes growing wide as she drank in the sight, every part of him so beautiful it almost brought tears to her eyes. Tara looked back up into his electric blue eyes for a moment wondering why her.

Jax watched Tara drinking him in with her eyes, the wanton look of lust growing on her face, his body responding to it as he felt his erection growing in anticipation. He closed his eyes for just a moment in an attempt to gain some sort of control over himself before lowering onto the bed beside her, and helping her from her thin t-shirt, and black bikini panties. It was his turn to allow his gaze to travel leisurely over her body, a body that was about to be joined with his. Reaching out with his hand he stroked her right breast, his fingers stopping momentarily to play with her already erect nipple.

Tara could feel her breathing pick up as Jax explored her naked body, to her it felt as if she was going to combust her she was so hot from the heat that one action created.

"Jax," She breathed out her voice full of passion, "Please I don't want to wait any longer to feel you inside of me."

Jax hadn't intended to rush the moment, but her words broke all his restraints as he covered her with his body, there flesh creating such a sensation from the contact he knew he would never be the same. He could feel the wetness of her covering him as his erection rested between her legs, hungrily demanding entrance into her body. Looking down into her glistening eyes one last time he cupped the sides of her face, his lips pressing down passionately upon hers, as he entered into her slowly the only face he could ever imagine seeing again was hers.