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IND. RATBOY || SONS OF ANARCHY. written by west.

“Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not. He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please, don’t take that sinner from me.” Jax tribute gifset. This is also sort of a Jax/Tara gifset tribute because the quote I think is so fitting. Hope you loves like it. :)

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The Old Ball and Chain {Closed}

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Internally Clay groaned, go out? He hated goin out, he was a beer and steak at home kinda guy. But, if Gemma wanted to go out, he’d grin and bear it. “Sure baby.” He replied with a smile, smacking her lovingly on the ass as she walked past him.

“Got nothing against riding…” He winked, fishing the keys to his bike out of his pocket and following behind her just for the sake of looking at her ass. God she was perfect, if it meant going out and being in a social environment, so be it.

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Before getting on his bike Gemma rubbed her hands up her man’s chest saying reassuringly, her voice sweet as honey for Clay. “We won’t be around a lot of people. I wanna go to that place that has the picnic tables outside… with the good shakes.” Gemma knew he liked his peace and quiet and at this hour there wouldn’t hardly be anyone at that little mom and pop joint just outside of town. It had been their haunt when they were younger and it had the best damn burgers and shakes for cheap. “I’ll do something nice for ya…” She knew that he knew she was gonna do something nice regardless, just like she knew he had made up his mind to go ahead and take her. It was just her way of flirting and letting him know she still wanted his big dick. With things being hectic the past few weeks Gemma felt she hadn’t seen it in awhile and wanted it to come out and play. She pursed her lips out a little, fastening his helmet on her head, and as she wrapped her arms around his body Gemma smiled wider than she had in days. This was perfect. There was a small sting where he had smacked her ass and Gemma savored it, knowing soon the vibrations of the bike would lull her into a slightly numb relaxed state, one where she could rest against Clay’s big, strong shoulders and leave all her worries behind.

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The Old Ball and Chain {Closed}

The last thing Clay Morrow was used to was boredom, and yet here he was sitting at TM just waiting for someone to bring in something to work on. “Shit…” He grumbled under his breath, only half listening to the story Tig was telling, big fingers wrapped out his warming beer bottle.

Nothing, nothing to fix, nothing to toe, nobody to shoot, nothing to run. When was the last time this happened? Clay couldn’t remember. The tail end of Tig’s story caught his ear, and he uttered a small chuckle at the punchline before he pulled himself outta the chair. His hand clapped Tig’s shoulder as he nodded towards the office. “Gonna go check on the Old Lady” he smirked a bit before sauntering across the lot towards the smaller building.

“What’s up with this babe?” He smirked, shutting the door behind him and letting his eyes fall on his wife. “You tryin to make me retire in here? Come on, gotta be sum thin’ for the boys to do? I ain’t payin’ them ta sit around and drink beers” while Gemma was the one who scheduled everything for the business, every car appointment, and accepted every tow request, his tone wasn’t accusatory. No, he was playing with her.

“Or are ya just tryin ta get me ta close up early? Take ya home?” He grinned “lotta room in that big ol house now that the kiddo’s shacked up with Chibs”

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“They always sit around and drink beers.” Gemma smirked crookedly as she turned in her chair to face her man. The truth was business was just damn slow and she had been frustrated with trying to locate a rare part for an engine on the only car they had lined up for tonight. “Fuck it. Let’s go out.” Gemma stood and grabbed her leather jacket, slipping it on and slipping her hair out from under the collar. “Bobby or Jax can close up if nobody shows.” Gemma slung her purse over her shoulder, moving over to Clay. She gave him a loving smile as she took his big face in her hands. “There’s that place we use to go for burgers, how about we hit it on the way home?” Gemma kissed Clay before he could answer, she wanted him to take her someplace, any place would do at the moment. Sophie was out of the house and Jax had been busy with Tara and the boys, so why not forget about the kids for awhile and focus on just the two of them? “Come on, stud. I feel like riding with you tonight.”

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