Smooth Criminal

Gemma casually strolled towards her. Her look was smooth yet Tara had an inkling that she knew she was treading on thin ice.

Tara got up from her seat and handed the release forms to the female officer at the reception.

"I had to set that bitch straight!" Gemma spatted in defense as she grabbed for her purse and slowly headed for the exit.

Tara rolled her eyes and followed her. "Yeah, Yeah. Just do me a favor and keep walking , grandma.

Back at the reception desk a saleswoman , who was nursing a broken nose ,fumbled for her sturdy suitcase with the newest anti-aging-beauty-line. " I swear to god. No more home visits!"

To Swim or Not to Swim

"What kinda easy-breezy bullshit is that, Tara?" Gemma huffed in expiration as she cautiously eyed the brochures.

"It's just once a week. It'll be really good for his motor skills and development. Also it's good to get out and bond with others once in a while."

"Yeah, and why can't you do that here? He'll bond well enough."

Tara crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

"You are not just comparing baby swimming lessons to a spongebath?

Gemma rolled her eyes and took the brochure again.

"Fine, but no more organic shit for Abel otherwise I'll be sick to my stomach!"

Tara gave a lazy smirk as she secretly celebrated her victory over mother dragon.

"And we can't have that now, can we?"

Brief Visits from Steve

It had been three long days. To long for his taste, Jax thought to himself as he impatiently fumbled with his keys. When the door finally gave in he groaned in relief and stepped cautiously into the living room.

The light was out in all rooms. After shrugging off his cut , Jax checked on his two boys, Tomas and Abel ,who were sleeping peacefully to the soothing sound of waves from the noise machine.

He smirked to himself as he silently thanked Tara for this brilliant purchase. Closing the door quietly behind him, he made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Not even bothering to take the towel with him , he tiptoed into the master bedroom.

There she laid, though not gloriously naked and exited in anticipation upon his arrival, but that could be easily rectified. He slipped under the covers and robbed to her side, taking her into his arms. How long had he wished to do that. Although it was quite egoistical of him to wake her now ,he still wanted to.

Jax kissed her neck waiting for her to wake up.

Tara stirred and rubbed herself against him which exited him even more.

"But Steve, it isn't Thursday yet.": she whispered in hushed tones.

Jax stopped his ministrations. His eyebrows crept to his hairline,which wasn't really visible in the dark.

He squeezed Tara tightly against him and rumbled into her ear:

"Babe, you wanna tell me who this Steve shit is?"

He pushed her into the pillows while she wound her arms around his neck. He could even make out her lazy smirk in the dark.

" Nah, it was prison clause. And now that your available, I can cancel on Thursday.

His mouth stopped a finger's breadth before hers. "Damn straight." he grunted.

His hands explored her, made her hungry. She just wanted to let herself go. But not yet.

Jax traced an imaginary pattern with his lips over her face, before he stopped at her ear again.

"I'm going to make you pay for this." She pulled him back in.

"Please do."

The waves coming from the noise machine carried whispers and moans into the night.