Sons of Anarchy Imagines: Jax Teller

Imagine Going for a Ride with Jax

"I like this."

"Like what? Watching me squirt ketchup all over my eggs?"

Jax smirked, "Smartass. No, I mean this," he grabbed your hand from across the table, "spending time together, just the two of us."

You internally "awed" as you sat the bottle down, "I like it too babe, especially when the guys aren't surrounding us like the president and the first lady."

Jax sort of bit his lip when he smile, eyes you with a head tilt before stabbing at his food.

"Oh, you know what I mean," you playfully squeeze his hand before letting go to take a sip from you mug.

"It may be seven o'clock here, but it's definitely morning somewhere else," Jax held up his fork full of pancake before shoving it into his mouth.

"Amen to that," you forked a load of ketchup covered eggs into your own mouth.

"When was the last time you and I went for a ride?" His voice echoed through the mug on his lips.

"On our way here," you teased.

"You know what I mean," he set down his coffee, "just you, me, and no destination."

You sat there, staring off into the distance, trying to remember such a time. "I think-" You tapped your fork against your plate, "Oh wait...no."

"Can't remember can you?" He wanted to smile, but held against it instead.

You sheepishly shrugged, stabbing another pile of eggs, "It's been a crazy few years babe."

A mischievous smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

"Jax..."

"Just finish your food babe," he continued to wear that smile of his as he shoved another in mouth full.

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Riding on the back of Jax's bike was always surreal. It was nothing like riding with anyone else, because with Jax, you felt completely safe. And with that secure sense of safety, you were able to focus more on enjoying what being on a bike really had to offer.
The sound of the engine and the vibrations it sent throughout your entire body. The feel of the wind whipping through your hair and across your skin. The sight of the world around you rushing by, giving you this sense of calm, almost as if you were standing still.

Everything rushed by, it was just you, Jax, and the sunset.

[Written in 2015]