Jax: [I was tired of waiting on shit to get done around here. Abel was better, but the reminder that I'd almost lost my son was ever present I knew my judgment on shit was clouded but I didn't give a fuck. I hate the Diablas to begin with. For bringing their shit to our streets. I needed to know for sure. If Diablas were the ones who'd gotten their shit to Wendy. My fucked up druggy ex was a problem that I'd deal with on another day. But now? I was dealing with @DebauchedDame. Rory fuckin Thatcher. She was getting close to Wendy lately. Too close. Made me twitchy. I wanted to figure out what the new president of Diablas was up to. Because if I knew anything, it was those Diablas were sneaky bitches. I'd parked my ride a few blocks from @DebauchedDame's place. Keeping to the shadows of backyards because @DebauchedDame didn't need to know I was coming. It was sad how easy it was to break into her home.] So... [I kicked the door shut behind me as I entered @DebauchedDame's home.] Ready to talk?!
Rory: [It was a long night of negotiations with the cartel. We'd gotten our old price back, so it was worth it, but my morning shift at St. Thomas had nearly done me in. When I got home, I stripped off my uniform and hopped in the shower with one eye open. I'd barely gotten the t-shirt over my head before I landed in bed and crashed. I remembered my cell ringing a few times, but I couldn't be fucked to answer it. At the moment nothing was more important than sleep, which was why the slamming of my back door woke me, I was instantly frustrated. The voice spilling from the other room was one I knew but couldn't place. Men didn't just show up at my front door, let alone burst into my back one.] Fucker... [Quietly as I could, I sat up and leaned at the waist to open my nightstand. The new piece I just bought was inside, all chrome and pearl grip - the silencer already intact. It was heavier than what I was used to, but in that moment, a gun was a gun and whoever had let himself into my home was going to regret it. Clambering cautiously off the bed, bare feet padded towards the door, where I halted to listen and get a good indication of where my intruder was and what he was doing. To my dismay all was silent, so I took a chance and stepped out of the room, keeping the pistol aimed and ready with the safety already off. Stepping further into the house, a familiar flash of blonde caught my attention and instantly my eyes rolled.] What the fuck are you doing here, @PrinceOfSOA? Get out.
Jax: I'd put that shit down if I were you. Shooting me would be more than unwise. [I leaned against @DebauchedDame's doorframe, my arms crossing over my broad chest and eyes focused on @DebauchedDame. I moved forward, further into the house. It wasn't what I expected. I started towards what looked to be a desk. I figured something might be in there. Whether it be Nordic shit or theirs. I saw how they worked. I pulled one drawer out fully before rummaging through @DebauchedDame's things.] You always had me a little bit fooled, Rory.
Rory: [Not because @PrinceOfSOA asked, but because I didn't have reason to shoot yet, I lowered the pistol and watched him from beneath knitted brows. @PrinceOfSOA looked crazed, not at all like the man I'd seen in the hospital a few days ago. Crossing svelte arms over my abdomen, I leaned into the wall, more curios than anything as to what @PrinceOfSOA was doing here. If he thought I'd sit idly by while @PrinceOfSOA rummaged through my stuff much longer, he was mistaken.] Best I keep you on your toes, Jackson. Again, what are you doing here?
Jax: [Everything is mounting inside me. And @DebauchedDame is the perfect metaphorical punching bag for all the shit in my life. Abel. My dad's words from beyond the grave so to speak. Clay. Wendy. It's all just becoming this tightening in my chest that won't go away. But I'm a SAMCRO. We don't sit there and pout about all the shit wrong in our life. We don't have epiphanies. We fight. We kill. We get shit done. This was me getting shit done. I could handle this. I could figure out who gave the drugs that almost led to my son's death. Or even the woman who was finding herself closer to my ex-wife. Who, I'd found out through word of mouth, was attempting to get Abel from me. It didn't help that @DebauchedDame had become someone I'd coveted. Hardcore as fuck MC female. I could get any woman I'd wanted. Except @DebauchedDame. Because I wouldn't allow myself to go there. That shit was not kosher. I opened another drawer. Scattering @DebauchedDame's papers all over the floor.] I'm getting to the bottom of this shit.
Rory: What *shit*? [Exasperated with @PrinceOfSOA, I pushed off the wall and stalked towards him with cat-like strides. Whatever he was looking for @PrinceOfSOA wasn't going to find it here; he should have known I was smarter than that. Lifting my free hand, it pushed against the leather covering @PrinceOfSOA's shoulder.] I don't know what you're looking for, Jax, but there's nothing here that would be of any interest to you. You might not think it's in my best interest to shoot, but don't mistake the haven't with won't. This is my house, @PrinceOfSOA, and you need to leave. If you have something you'd like to ask me before you do, spit it the fuck out already.
Jax: Don't touch me. [I pull away from @DebauchedDame's push and turn around to face her. I'm about to erupt. All I can see is the face of my enemy. @DebauchedDame is nothing but a two bit drug pusher. And I know what my ex was hopped up on. Crank. I know they don't sell that shit. So why am I here? I tilt my head to the side with a pop and my eyes close... before they open once again and I stare @DebauchedDame with a clenched jaw. My focus was gone. And I was moving past reason. All I knew was that my entire world was shaken to the core and any outlet of that was suppressed. I moved towards @DebauchedDame silently.]
Rory: [Despite my best effort to understand what it was @PrinceOfSOA was looking for, he'd evaded every inquiry, leaving me frustrated and conflicted. This was Jax, I'd known him all my life, and yet, on the other hand @PrinceOfSOA was still the enemy, SAMCRO. If recent events hadn't taken place there wouldn't have been a moments hesitation, but know what @PrinceOfSOA had been through, I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. The look in @PrinceOfSOA's eye as he came at me wasn't the one I had expected. The hatred remained, but this was something feral, something needy, I had seen it before in my own reflection. Taking a step back, I lifted the pistol to half-mass, my own hatred searing through to the core of me.] Don't…
Jax: [I paused before @DebauchedDame for what felt like an eternity before hands moved to my shirt. Unbuttoning the blue plaid shirt with eyes still locked on @DebauchedDame. I shrugged off my cut, my gun's holster and shirt. Draping them over the back of her desk chair.]
Rory: [Wandering eyes took to the impressive expanse of @PrinceOfSOA's chest and narrowed menacingly as things started to click in place. That look... @PrinceOfSOA was looking for an outlet and I was pissed. I wasn't like the porn pussy SAMCRO kept in their back pocket and wasn't going to be treated like one, though admittedly, the sight of @PrinceOfSOA had me squirming, which angered me most of all. Balling my hand into a fist, it connected with @PrinceOfSOA's jawline before I could comprehend the act, and as it fell, it fell to the waistband of @PrinceOfSOA's jeans to tug him closer. Nose to nose, I whispered harshly.] If I wanted some naked white ass in here I would have rented porn, @PrinceOfSOA.
Jax: [I know what's coming as soon as @DebauchedDame's fist begins to rise but if anything, I lean into it. Begging for the release of pain and @DebauchedDame's right hook isn't weak by any means. My eyes close once it connects and I breathe out through my nose. Eyes open quickly when I realize @DebauchedDame's closeness. Smirking as she speaks. I grab at her wrist, pushing her hand down to where I'm more than fucking hard for @DebauchedDame. Pressing her palm against denim.] Porn won't get you anywhere near where I can, darlin'.
Rory: [A shiver rolled down the curve of my spine @PrinceOfSOA's words, causing my body to involuntary arch into him. Truth was, I didn't doubt for a second that @PrinceOfSOA could live up to his statement, and I wanted him to. Trailing the tips of nimble fingers down his jean-clad bulge, the corner of my mouth quipped into an arrogant grin. @PrinceOfSOA's length was impressive, more than I expected, the more I touched, the more I hungered and @PrinceOfSOA knew it. An internal battle started to brew. The contact alone felt like a betrayal to my club, but in that moment I needed @PrinceOfSOA to eat his words and show him he didn't hold all the cards. Easing the zipper of @PrinceOfSOA's jeans down before popping open the button and using the weight of my chest to push him back onto the couch.] You talk a big game, @PrinceOfSOA. I thought you were more of a doer.
Jax: [@DebauchedDame knew how to get under my skin. I didn't let her push me towards the couch. Instead, arms wrapped around her and hands grasped @DebauchedDame's thighs. Lifting her up and wrapping legs around my waist. I put her ass just on the edge of the desk that I'd been rummaging through. My hands pushed at the oversized shirt @DebauchedDame wore to find not much else underneath and groaned. Pulling @DebauchedDame roughly tighter to me. Jeans falling to a puddle around my feet. I knew both of us would be more than bruised after this.]
Rory: [Palms flattened against the desks surface once the t-shirt I'd been wearing made it up and over my head, succulent thighs part in invitation to @PrinceOfSOA. In the time I'd been back in Charming there was only one other man I'd been with, and even that was a rarity. #Fitz was my fall back, the place I felt comfortable. This with @PrinceOfSOA was foreign territory and it only added to the ravenous want that drove the guttural moan from my lips as @PrinceOfSOA's initial thrust filled me to my end and stirred the movement of my hips as our eyes met and @PrinceOfSOA's gaze mirrored my every emotion. That look that said this changed nothing between @PrinceOfSOA and me.]
Jax: [My eyes never left @DebauchedDame as one hand settled to her thigh. The other moving the nape of her neck, tangling in waves and tugging roughly on @DebauchedDame's hair. Hips thrust forward and I groan before burying my face in the exposed flesh of her neck. Lips never connecting with @DebauchedDame's flesh. This wasn't about that. This was about pure need. I wasn't one to think of repercussions. And this with @DebauchedDame was no different.]
Rory: [Head falling to rest against my shoulders, I was grateful to be free of @PrinceOfSOA's captivating gaze. My own eyes closing, an arm lifts to wrap about @PrinceOfSOA's shoulder to tangle slender fingers in golden strands. Tugging freely, my walls clenched as thrust after thrust @PrinceOfSOA's cock stroked my sweet spot. A part of me, the part that knew I'd regret it tomorrow wanted to stop, but @PrinceOfSOA felt so good buried within me that instead I found my hips churning restlessly and the sensitive flesh of my sex growing more sensitive with each and ever pass.] Fucking... fuck. [I didn't know what exactly I was cursing, the fact that I was screwing @PrinceOfSOA or the fact that I liked it.]
Jax: [An arm wrapped around @DebauchedDame's waist, keeping her pressed close as I stay deep. Thrusts shallow. Feeling that familiar buzz and natural high that comes with fucking get closer. @DebauchedDame is so tight. Tighter than I'd imagined. And her clenching. Fuck. She knows what she's doing. I pull back just barely to look down between us, bringing my hand to my lips. Licking my three middle fingers before reaching down, flicking @DebauchedDame's swollen clit. My words are whispered roughly.] Come on, darlin'.
Rory: [Pleasure coursed through me when @PrinceOfSOA found the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my pussy. Legs shaking, my head shook and a hushed mantra of "no" slipped past slightly parted lips. I didn't want to give @PrinceOfSOA the satisfaction of making me come, but he had me. I'd never felt so completely possessed. @PrinceOfSOA's shallow thrusts brought me to the edge and I'd pull myself back, soon enough it was all too much and @PrinceOfSOA's languid motions were met with root hitting slams from my hips that sent me spiraling into bliss as the tips of manicured nails slipped from @PrinceOfSOA's hair and scratched down his shoulder, marring his flesh.]
Jax: [That. Bitch. I growl when I feel @DebauchedDame nails tear flesh. But the pain is enough to cause my own release to come. My hips motions are stunted, jerky. My hand grasps @DebauchedDame's hip. Fingers dig as my climax is at it's peak. Surely bruising the porcelain flesh of @DebauchedDame.] Fuck!
Rory: [Gasping at the ache of @PrinceOfSOA's grasp, I lower my hand to grab hold of the lip of the desk. As fast as my high came it subsided, leaving me breathless and aching in places I didn't know possible. With trembling lower limbs, my ass scooted back and away from @PrinceOfSOA once he was finished. Overridden with emotions that ranged from guilty to pissed, I spidered my fingers back to find the hilt of my gun and brought it to my lap once it was in my grasp. With my heart rate still erratic, I looked to @PrinceOfSOA with my expression void of feeling and ground out my request once more through gritted teeth.] Leave.
Jax: [My chest still heaved with breaths as @DebauchedDame moved away from me. Eyes catching sight of that gun causing reality to come crashing down around me. I just chuckle @DebauchedDame and shake my head. Reaching down to pull up my jeans. Buttoning them quickly before running my hands through my hair to smooth back the mess @DebauchedDame had made of it. I grab my shirt, cut and holster. Not even bothering to put them on. I turn back to face @DebauchedDame. Regret isn't a word I would use for what I feel. I never regret things. I give @DebauchedDame a smirk before nodding my head.] Thanks for the ride, darlin'. [Turning on my heel, I walk out of her house.]
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