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[kutte]

JAX TELLER.
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[steeled]

Absolutely, if I had to.

[ the urge to drive her elbow back into his gut is almost impossible to resist and she digs her nails into his wrist instead, voice low and vicious. ]

Don't you dare turn that one around on me, Jax. Don't you dare.

[ you fucked around on me. you left me. they're on the edge of her tongue but tara swallows them back for the moment, gentling her grip. ]

You know now, and that's what matters.

[kutte]

And now we're on some floating deathtrap.

[ like the location makes all the difference. maybe it does. jax hasn't decided, even if he's almost already sure of how this is gonna go. put all their other shit behind them until they're home, until-- ]

Christ.

[ there's a suggestion of movement in the way he draws breath, body tensing like he's preparing to get up. ]

[steeled]

[ sooner rather than later, wanting to take a strip off jax's hide for everything he did will overwhlem relief at seeing him again. for now the only thing worse than having to be near him is being alone. ]

Don't, just— hold me, okay? [ she presses his hand into her belly a little too hard. ] Hold us.

[kutte]

[ it's not a solution. it's not much of anything, and jax knows it. but she's got his hand against her stomach, and that's what wins out, beats out the urge to cut and run ( stupid and childish and immature, but jax teller's not perfect ) because tara knowles will always have the ability to reel him in. she's had hooks in him since they were kids. nothing's changed. ]

Okay.

[ quietly, begrudgingly, but he kisses her forehead, doesn't take his hand away. ]

Try to sleep.

[ not that either of them have since they got here, but. ]