Sons of Anarchy Imagines: Jax Teller

Imagine Jax Asking You to be His Old Lady

Waiting eagerly for the bus to pull into the station, you could already see Jax leaning against his bike, a small squeal escaped your lips.

This was your first first time back home since you went off to college, it was Thanksgiving weekend, and you weren't about to miss Gemma's dinner.

The bus doors opened and you were the first one out,

"Jax!" you yelled in excitement as you ran into his open arms.

He picked you up in a big bear hug, "Shit I've missed you," he set you down and pulled your face to his and planted a deep kiss.

You smiled against his lips, "I've missed you too you knuckle head," replying as you slightly pulled back.

He looked different somehow, the patch made him look older, like he wasn't still the nineteen year old biker punk that had just finished prospecting before you left, he was SAMCRO now.

"It looks good on you Jax," you said as you ran your fingers over his Redwood Original patches.

He glanced down at your hand then looked back up at you with his little crooked smile, "Come on, let's get your home," he handed you a helmet.

"You sure none of the guys will mind me staying here?" You asked as you set your bag down on the bed of the clubhouse apartment you'd be staying in for the weekend, seeing as how your parents left Charming to go traveling as soon as you left for college.

"They're all fine with it, not like you haven't done it a million other times before," Jax replied as he closed the door behind him.

"And your mother?"

He sighed, walking over to reach in and tilt your head up to look at him, "Gemma loves you-"

"Because she doesn't know about...this," you chuckled as you gestured toward the two of you, "Jax, you've been my best friend since third grade, I love you so much, and I love your mother...but she scares me just a bit."

Jax laughed, his hands still gently cupping your face, "You and me both-"

You laughed as you tried to pull away, "Jax-"

He had plans of his own as he picked you up over his shoulder and tossed you onto the bed, "No more talk about my mother."

"Jax!" You playfully squealed.

"So I didn't see Jax come home last night," Gemma eyed you as you sliced the carrots, "he staying with you at the clubhouse?"

You shrugged, "Something like that, just catching up Gem," you looked to her and smiled.

"Right," her lips pursed together, "are you two...?"

You set down the knife and turned to her, "I don't know Gemma, you know how he is, not a fan of labels."

Gemma smiled as she backed off, "Well you better rope him in quick sweetheart, childhood history or not," she leaned in closer, "he's a patched Son now."

She walked away and left you to your thoughts, you know she meant well, but she did have a point.

Everyone had already stuffed their faces and were now in a turkey coma, you and Jax included, as the two of you laid out together on the couch, watching some random infomercial. He had one arm around you, while you were cuddled up beside him, rubbing his stomach.

"I'm gonna miss this," Jax whispered as he looked down at you.

You gave him a small smile as you looked back up at him, "I'll be back next month, and for a lot longer than a weekend."

He grabbed the hand that was on his stomach, and interlaced your fingers with his, "Doesn't mean I won't miss you any less."

"I know," your smile dropped as you sighed.

Jax raised your entwined hands to his lips, "Being my old lady and all, you should know," he kissed your hand.

That caught your attention as you shot him a look, "What?"

"You heard me," a smug little grin pulled at his lips.

"Is this your way of asking me?" A smile began to form.

"No," he shook his head, "this is my way of telling you," he pulled you in closer, "you're mine, and I'm yours. No amount of distance is going to change that," he leaned in to kiss you.

[Written in 2015]