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"You don't even know me. Get to know me, I promise I'll change your mind." You're glad your back is turned as you roll your eyes in annoyance, not sure how long you're going to be able to keep up the nice girl attitude for. Turning to face the determined officer, you smile apologetically, your following answer the same as it always is. "Thanks for the offer again David, but I'm not sure things would work between us." "Why? Why do you always say that?" he asks, frustration heavy in his tone, his hand on your car door to stop you from leaving. "Is it because of the MC?" "No-" You open your mouth to start denying his claims, trying to think of another reason not to go out with a dude that you just don't find yourself attracted to, when you come up with the perfect solution. "Actually, yes. You're completely right." "Listen, I know you're close with them, but they're bad people, (Y/N). You could do so much better." Here he goes again, you think. Same speech as always. He doesn't even know SAMCRO like you do, nobody does. "Thanks for the lecture, David, but Jax asked me to be his girlfriend a couple weeks ago, and I said yes." The pure horror on his face has you biting your lip to contain your smirk. "See you around."
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Walking into the clubhouse, you scan the room swiftly, not spotting the man you're hoping to see. "He around, Sack?" "In the apartments." he responds, walking into the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves and a plunger. You grimace, knowing Piney's probably blocked the bog again. Shaking your head, you walk towards Jax's residence, knocking on the closed door. "Room service." you call sarcastically, your voice sickly sweet. The door opens within a few seconds, Jax's eyebrow raised, his lips turned up into a grin. "Lucky me, though you're slightly overdressed for the kind of 'room service' I'm used to." he says, opening the door to let you in. "Wasn't expecting to see you till' later on." "I know, but I need to talk to you about a little favour so I thought I'd grace you with my wonderful company." you tease, plonking yourself down on Jax's bed. Shutting the door, he sits on a box in front of you, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket. "You can just admit you missed me, babe." He takes a drag, your eyes capturing the way his cheeks hollow as he inhales the smoke, the action stopping your train of thought. "What do you need me for this time, Princess?" "Are you ever going to drop that nickname? You've called it me for years." He grins cheekily, the smoke parting from his pink lips as he shakes his head at you, knowing deep down you love the endearment. "Anyway-" A knock on Jax's door stops you, the two of you turning to see Chibs'. "Sorry to interrupt. Cops are here." "Could they be any further up our asses?" Jax spits rhetorically, discarding his cigarette in an ashtray on his cabinet before standing up. You follow him as he leaves the room, Chibs leading the way as the three of you head out to the front. All you're thinking is 'please don't be Hale'. You curse silently as you see the man himself standing against his police car, Jax tensing up as he sets eyes on the deputy. "You're here so much I'm starting to think you wanna patch in." Hale just scowls, his eyes shifting to you as you move from behind Jax, stepping to take position between the Scot and the VP. He watches you for a moment, and you know Jax catches it as you see him look at you questioningly, a pleading look on your face as you hope he just follows your lead. "We got a call about a guy on a motorcycle running a red light a few blocks from here." You sigh in disbelief, having a sneaking suspicion that his visit is more out of spite than anything else. "Just here to check your plates." "Jesus, how bad did you piss off my dad to go from murders to speeding tickets?" you sass, folding your arms across your chest. Chibs chokes down his chuckle from next to you, taking a drag from his cig to keep down his humour. "I'm here because it's my job, (Y/N), to make Charming a safer place for our citizens." You roll your eyes, nodding slowly. "Something bothering you?" "Woah, I thought you were here for us, not for the chief's daughter. Check your plates and you can be on your way." Jax states protectively, not liking the way Hale is speaking to you. The officer glares in response, his hand moving to rest on the handcuffs on his belt. "I wonder how the chief would feel if he knew what you were up to with his daughter." Hale snaps, his whole entity dripping with jealousy. You swallow nervously, trying to hide the anxiety from your face. Chibs laughs loudly this time, a laugh so loud with amusement that you can't help but smile. "Jackie, you naughty boy." You share a look with your 'boyfriend', him smirking, a cocky grin spreading across his face. You let out the breath you've been holding in, Jax's reaction of enjoyment rather than horror making you feel confident in your lie. "Oh, I get it now. You've got a soft spot for my girl here, and you're pissed she chose me over you." Jax says, rolling his tongue over his lower lip smugly. "Not that you were even an option." "You watch your mouth, Teller." Hale warns, his eye twitching as he steps up to Jax, the tension heavy between the two men. "Or what?" Jax challenges, anger radiating off him in waves. "We got a problem here, boys?" The voice of your dad cuts through the ever brewing argument, him smiling at you loving before turning his attention back to the two amped up males. "Hale, you're not stationed to be here." You, Chibs and Jax watch on as Hale turns into a flushed mess, having no decent excuse for ever coming to TM in the first place - though you all know why he did. "Thanks, dad." You hug your father as you speak, him squeezing you tightly before leaving you to it. "So, something you need to tell me?" Jax asks as you sit on the bench outside, embarrassment crawling up your body. "Wasn't aware I was taken, darlin'." He nudges you playfully, your hands covering your face as you groan. "He's been pestering me for weeks, figured you were the best deterrent." "Thanks." Jax deadpans, a small smirk on his face as he passes you the cig, you taking a drag as you think about what to say. "Glad I could be of service, I guess." "Thanks for going along with it. Guess I owe you one." You tap off the ash and pass the stick back, biting your lip anxiously. "How about I do you a favor?" "Sweetheart, no offence but the kind of favours I'd like to have you do for me aren't exactly innocent." You cough, his reply completely unexpected, your core tingling involuntarily. "Try me." you tease, your gaze flickering to his lips for just a second, your hand coming to rest on his thigh, fingertips inching upwards. Next thing you know, the two of you are locked at the lips, thankful that the clubhouse is empty, the others off on runs and whatever else. "How long have we got?" "Half hour, tops." Jax mumbles, connecting his lips back to yours, his tongue in your mouth eliciting a moan from you. "I don't see us lasting that long to be honest, darlin'."
