Description: After Jax and Tara break up, Chibs' oldest daughter decides she's going to make her move with Jax.
I heard arguing out on the lot and looked up through the open garage doors. I'd been watching my dad work as Tara and Jax fought. She wanted him to follow her to college in San Francisco.
My dad and I moved here a few months back when Jimmy O stole his wife and my step mother. I wasn't Irish so Jimmy disliked me nearly as much as my father.
"You should tell him how ya feel," my father said. I shook my head a little as Tara slammed her car door and sped off.
"Can't," I said softly. "He's hung up on her."
"We all see the way he looks at ya," he said.
"Da," I said with a bit of a sigh. He chuckled at me and went back to the car he was working on. I let Jax stand there angry for a second before I walked over to him and offered him a cigarette.
"Thanks," he said, throwing his arm around my shoulders.
"She's not worth it," I said. "Sometimes ya gotta let people you love go."
"What do you know about this?" He asked.
"Jax, she ain't good for ya," I said. He just shook his head.
"First girl I ever loved. She's got a crow that is supposed to be mine when I get my patch."
I nodded. He was still in his prospect year. Him and Opie both were.
"I know," I said. "But if she can't love you enough to know where you belong she doesn't deserve you."
He nodded and I let it fall silent between us.
"You comin to the party?" He asked after a while. Kyle Hobart had just patched in so tonight was his party.
"Yeah," I said. "Da wouldn't let me miss it."
He laughed a bit and agreed with me.
"I'll see ya then Scottie," he said. I rolled my eyes at the nickname and walked back over to my dad.
After a few hours I headed home with my dad and we had dinner before getting ready for the party. We had to live close to the clubhouse because we're still working on our citizenships here so we can't even get licenses yet. Dad transferred to SAMCRO from SAMBEL a couple months ago so soon we should be all squared away.
I got dressed in some black jeans and a lace top before releasing my curls from their clip that I'd been using to keep my hair from my face. I touched them up a bit where they needed it before I did my makeup.
When I was done I grabbed a jacket and walked down to the living room where my dad was sitting with Otto.
"You look great," my dad said. I thanked him and he told me to head over and they'd be around in a bit. They had club business.
I walked towards the lot and smoked a cigarette, relaxing a bit from the nicotine.
When I walked up to the clubhouse, Gemma greeted me with a hug. Her and Luann were corralling the croweaters into some semblance of help. They were trying to get everything setup.
"What do ya need Ma?" I asked.
Gemma just shook her head. "Nothin from you baby. You just enjoy the night. Jax was looking for ya."
"The bar?" I asked and she nodded. I made my way inside and stuck my jacket in the kitchen before hopping behind the bar with Jax and Opie. As prospects they had to bartend for part of the party.
"Hey there Scottie," Opie said as he turned from the shelves to look at me.
"Ope," I said with a smile. "Need help?"
"Talk to him," Opie said, nodding to Jax.
I walked the few steps to where he was.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He looked up from where he was cleaning the bar.
"Hey pretty thing," he said. "Nothing's wrong."
"Bullshit. This over Tara?"
He just nodded. I pulled him into a short lived hug as Tig walked in demanding drinks.
"What'll it be Tigger?" I asked.
"Shots," he said.
"Of?"
"Lets start with vodka," he said.
"You and the blonde?" I asked, grabbing a couple of glasses and pouring the shots. He nodded and handed her one before they did the shots.
I spent the night helping the guys bartend. The croweaters liked when I bartended because I could do more than just pour straight shots. I'd actually make them mixed drinks if they wanted.
About three in the morning the party was finally wearing down.
"Wanna head up to the roof and talk?" Jax asked. I nodded and went to grab the bottle of fireball. He shook his head and stopped me.
"I've got a joint," he said.
"Even better," I said. We headed up to the roof and sat down together, his arm finding it's way around my waist and his fingertips tracing circles on my hip bone.
"You gonna survive this?" I asked. He nodded as he lit the joint. After a few seconds he handed it to me. I took a drag and he chuckled at me as I relaxed into his side and handed it back.
"You're lookin extra hot tonight," he said.
I chuckled and smiled up at him. "Thanks."
His fingers continued to trace along my hips, occasionally fidgeting with the hem of jeans. We finished smoking the joint in silence.
"Jax," I said softly. I didn't need him starting something I'd have to finish when I got home in the morning.
"Scottie," he said. I smiled a little. When he said my nickname it felt almost loving.
"Don't start somethin," I started.
"I'll finish it. Don't worry darlin," he said.
He leaned down and kissed my neck making me squirm a little.
"Hold still darlin," he whispered, causing me to squirm more. He chuckled before going back to kissing my neck.
I sighed slightly at the feeling and he pulled back to move us slightly so I was sitting straddling his lap.
"I want this," he said softly.
"Jax, you can't just be a one night stand to me. So if that's-."
"No," he said. "I want to try things. Not dating yet cause I need to work through my Tara shit but I want to date you, some day."
"Jax," I said. He looked into my eyes and the world melted away around us. My hands were on either side of his face.
"I'm sorry Scottie," he said. "I understand if you don't want this right now."
I stopped him with my thumb on his lips.
"I want this Jax," I said. I leaned into him and kissed him again on the lips. He pulled me as close as I could get. His hands roamed my body, trying to feel as much of my skin as he could.
I pulled away from him, working my fingers into his hair. His lips immediately started to work down the side of my neck, stopping occasionally to leave a hickey. The fact that my father would kill us both clearly wasn't bothering him so I ignored the thoughts.
His hands made quick work of undoing the button on my jeans, but I stopped him.
"On the roof?" I asked.
"Absolutely. No one will catch us."
I nodded and let him take the lead once again as we laid back on the blanket he'd laid out for us.
