Jax punched in the code and let himself into Allie's house through the door in the garage, locking the door behind him and kicking off his shoes in her hallway. After two hours of patrolling the clubhouse and making sure everyone inside had some food, a safe place to crash there, if they wanted it, or a safe ride home if they needed it, he'd finally been able to hop on his bike and blow out of there.
It was nearly 1:30 in the morning now, and Jax was dead on his feet, the weight of these last few hours dragging along behind him with every step down the hallway. All he needed was one thing, and as soon as he had it in his arms, he had a feeling he'd nearly pass out right then and there. Just as he rounded the corner of the kitchen to head toward the living room, he heard light footsteps padding down the stairs.
Jax tilted his head a little to get a better look at her, and when she appeared in the entryway of the house, all that weight he'd been carrying around broke free. She really was a fucking sight for sore eyes - with her dark hair pulled back in a short ponytail at the base of her neck, blue pajama shorts and a matching tank top. She was probably flashing just as much skin right now as she'd been earlier in that tight black dress, but this was different. This was her home, she'd clearly just been upstairs in her bed, and now he was here, standing in her living room, feeling a little nervous that he'd overstepped by being here right now.
Things were moving fast between them, even he could see that. And he didn't want to push beyond the limits of what she was comfortable with right now.
And then her lips curved up on her beautiful face as she swept some stray strands of hair behind her ear. Allie kept moving toward him until she met him in the living room, wrapping her arms around his waist without hesitation. He pulled her tight against his chest, breathing her in and squeezing his eyes shut. This was it. This was what he'd needed. And now that he had it, he was never letting it go.
Jax pressed a soft kiss into her forehead, sighing heavily when she leaned even deeper against him. And then he realized her hands were trembling.
He pulled his head back so he could take her hands in his and bring them to his lips.
"You okay, Allie?"
"Yeah," she laughed a little even as she pressed her forehead into his chest. "I think so. I just...I was feeling okay until my dad dropped me off, and then my hands just kinda started shaking and they haven't really stopped since."
He nodded tightly. That was understandable, considering he couldn't imagine she'd ever been through something like this before. For him, yeah, it was stressful. It was scary as shit. It could've been so much worse. But he'd been through this kind of thing before and come out the other side. For her, this was the stuff of nightmares, wasn't it? The kind of thing she saw on the news, not the kind of thing that was actually part of her life.
Those were the kinds of things that steered him forward, that just drove his resolve to move the club away from all this shit. No one needed this in their lives - not her, not him, no one else in the club and the people they loved. The people they loved needed to be shielded from this shit, and he'd be able to get to sleep tonight knowing they were going to handle this in a way that minimized the violence and the risk for added retaliation.
Of course, most of that hinged on what Allie could dig up on Georgie Caruso and Lacuna Films. And he knew she'd deliver in spades. Allie was the definition of a workaholic overachiever. It was like a sport to her, and she didn't like to lose. She definitely didn't fail, and she wouldn't fail the club now.
Jax brought her hands to his lips again. Kissing away the trauma wouldn't really make it go away, but he hoped it helped.
Allie smiled at him softly before stepping to the side to pull him back into the kitchen, where she gestured to the island. "Dan left you a present. He wanted me to make sure you saw it."
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Fly By Night | Sons of Anarchy Fanfiction | Jax Teller x OC
RomanceIt was supposed to be a simple business deal. But thanks to a really stupid move on Luann's part, Jax finds himself on the wrong side of the negotiation table, with Opie's former step-sister on the other end. The club needs to adapt and pivot now...