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Jackson Teller is the most straight forward lover Alex's ever had. He knows exactly what she wants, when she wants it and how she wants to go about it. Opie, on the other hand, wasn't very attentive when it came to her needs but nonetheless, still a decent and kind lover.

She'll never know how or why Opie forgave them.

Speaking of Opie, he's currently passed out with his arm draped over Alex's waist. She stretches slightly before rolling onto her aching back, getting to her feet to throw some easy breakfast together. After a few minutes of quiet cooking, she feels a hand snake around her hips and lips against her cheek. "Morning." Opie says in his deep voice.

"Mornin' handsome." She smiles, bending over to grab a cast iron skillet, her stolen t-shirt riding up exposing her ass that's hanging out of her boy short panties. "How'd you sleep?"

"Really good." He breathes against her neck, his hand slipping down to her ass, roughly grabbing a cheek before smacking it. She bites back a moan, pulling him to pin her against the counter. Just as he lifts her to sit, the door swings open. She pulls Opie closer to her but then scoffs when she sees Jax standing there looking pissed. "What?"

"Dude, we've been calling you all morning!" He shouts, his fists clenching when he sees the two together.

"Somethings come up." He shrugs back, pulling away from Alex as she pulls the shirt she stole from the bearded man down to cover herself. "I'll be down in a bit."

"We're leaving for Oakland in an hour; you, me and Bobby." He sighs heavily and nods. "Get your ass to the clubhouse now."

"You got it, VP." He practically spits as he runs his hand over his hair.

Opie retreats to her bedroom, gathering his things while Jax gets closer to Alex. "Back in this old dance again, huh?"

"Fuck off, Jackson." She pushes him back. "It's none of your concern, none of your goddamn business." She hops off the counter, standing at her full height.

"It is if this fucks with him again." She rolls his eyes. "He's my best pal-"

"If he's your best pal then why did you fuck me? You knew I was with him!" She whispers harshly.

"That's on you, babe." He gives her a smirk. "You couldn't help yourself." She rolls her eyes again. "But if you guys are back together, I'm here for you, baby." She scoffs and shakes her head.

"Hey, can I get my shirt back?" Opie calls from her room. Her and Jax share a look before she heads back to join him. Opie slides his strong hands up her torso as she raises her arms for him to push his shirt off her. "Thanks." She changes into a hoodie and a pair of shorts, returning to the kitchen.

"I can make y'all some breakfast for the road if you want? Well- not for the road, for when y'all get to the clubhouse."

"Sounds great." Jax butts in from his spot on the couch. "Do you got pancakes?"

"Nope. Not today. I got a breakfast sandwich on deck." She says as she grabs a couple bagels, sausage patties and she cooks up an omelet, throwing the sandwiches together before she wraps them up nice and neat in foil. "Ride safe, y'all." She winks, waving them out of her place.

When the door is shut behind them, she sighs heavily as she sits on the couch, looking at the mess of abandoned plates and empty beer bottles mixed with used napkins and her spilled wine glass that she had knocked over when she started hooking up with her old flame. Alexandrea takes her day off to deep clean the old dingy apartment, pulling the uh fluid and sweat stained covered sheets off her bed to shove them into an old cardboard box to take to the laundromat.

Alex parks her lifted teal and white 1972 GMC Sierra Grande in front of the laundromat. She groans as she hops out, dragging her makeshift laundry basket, the other one she has broke, out of the bed before heading inside with her head down.

"Lexa Miller?" She hears from the back of the building. "Is that you?"

She looks up and forces a smile. "Tara, hey." Tara Knowles and Alex have a very complex relationship. You see, they were really great friends when she was with Jax and when Alex was with Ope but then the whole situation with the blonde and the barmaid really fucked everything up. "Long time no see, huh?" She chuckles nervously.

"Five years, yeah." Alex scratches the back of her head anxiously as she picks a machine, dropping her cardboard box on top. "How, uh, how've you been?"

"Great. I'm working at St. Thomas. Got my degree."

"Good for you." She nods. "I just got back in town and I'm workin at the bar off Melrose." Tara chuckles under her breath. "It was nice seein you." Alex says ending their conversation, hoping Tara gets the hint and leaves her alone.

She doesn't.

Tara decides to use the machine next to her, babbling on and on about her job and how happy she is in her life. Alexandrea doesn't listen but nods occasionally as she drops her sheets in the washer. "You get lucky last night?"

"Somethin like that." She says as she puts a couple quarters in the slots, using her thumb to shove the feeder back. She turns to the dryer and starts folding her clothes, tucking them back into her cardboard box.

"What's it like working in a bar, Lexa?" It's a condescending question. The girls went through the medical degree together but Alex ended up dropping out due to the lack of money.

"It's great. Good tips, fun patrons."

"Working at the hospital is great. I'm not doing the same thing day after day." Alexandrea rolls her eyes, taking her wet sheets out to put into a dryer. "Do you like working at a bar?"

"Love it." Tara keeps talking to her while her sheets take their sweet ole time in the dryer. The buzzer finally goes off and she quickly puts the clean linens in her box. "See you 'round." She tries so leave without a response.

"We should get lunch sometime."

Alex cringes. "Oh, I dunno. Being a barmaid is a very demandin' job, darlin. I don't know if I can squeeze you into my monotonous schedule." She gives her a dirty look while she backs against the door to open it. Alex slides onto the bench seat and starts her truck up.

With clean laundry, she decides to take a drive around town to see what's changed. She rides past the clubhouse and hits her breaks when she sees Gemma Teller-Morrow leaning against the mechanic shop wall. The shrieking breaks get the woman's attention. Alex makes the brave decision to back up and pull up to the shop. "Hey y'all, I was hoping if I could get my breaks or some shit checked." She hopes her accent kind of hides who she is.

"Sure, follow me." Gemma says, stepping out her cigarette. "Any days work best for you?"

"Yeah, I'm open all day on Monday."

"We'll see you around three tomorrow then."

"Great. Thanks."

"You're welcome, Alexandrea." Her words are laced with venom as she gives the sliver haired heartbreaker a glare. "Where've you been? Haven't see you around for a while."

"Yeah, I just got back into town a couple weeks ago." She twists a ring around her finger. "Been busy movin' and workin'."

"How's your dad doing?" Her father was bumped from the club a handful of years before she left and it really caused a rift in the town.

"I dunno, haven't seen him in a while." She knows Gemma knows about her shitty family. She's just asking her about it to humiliate and belittle her.

"And your mom?"

"Still dead as a door nail." Her mom passed when she was fifteen, a few months later her dad was kicked out of the Sons. Sig took her in and helped her out. "I gotta get going." When she turns to her truck, she watches three bikes pull in; Bobby, Ope, and Jax.

"What're you doing here?" Opie asks, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"My breaks're goin bad." She points to her back left tire. "And I'm pretty sure I busted my shocks on the trip here."

"You were driving with bad shocks?" Opie scolds.

"It is what it is." She shrugs. "Lowell's fixin it up tomorrow."

"You need a ride home then. You're not driving with broken shocks." He puts his arm around her shoulders starting to walk her to his bike but he's stopped by a familiar voice shouting his name. "Can this wait like twenty minutes, Pops?"

"No, get inside now." Piney shouts back. "Jackson'll give her a ride." He obviously doesn't know what went down between them. Opie huffs, leaning over to kiss her other cheek before heading inside to the clubhouse.

Alex spins and sees Jax already sitting on his bike with that shit eating grin. "Your chariot awaits, m'lady."

"Fuck off." She says. "I gotta grab my shit from the truck." Jax checks her ass and legs out as she gets her things, dropping her purse in the cardboard box, tucking the flaps under each other to close it. He scoots forward a little, holding her box as she gets situated behind him. "This isn't gonna work." She sighs as she tosses the box back into the bed of her truck, sliding the strap of her purse around her shoulders.

Jax revs his bike a few times before taking off causing his passenger to squeal and wrap her arms around his waist tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. He smirks to himself as he rides to a small restaurant on the opposite side of town. "This isn't-"

"Just shut up and go in." He says, holding the door open for her.

"No Jax-"

"Stop talking and let me do something nice for you, jeez."

"Jax, this is-" He leans close to her, giving her a look that has her cheeks go bright pink and her belly heat up.

"Shut up, Drea." He nudges her to a booth, sitting across from her. She quietly looks over the menu, glaring over it at the blonde when she feels his foot rubbing against her leg. "What sounds good?"

"Personal space. Time travel-"

Their waiter comes up to their table. "Ready to order?"

"I'd like the turkey club and a water I guess." Jax says, sliding his menu back behind the napkins.

"I'll have the Royale with cheese and an iced tea." Jax smiles at the way she pronounces the words, five years in the south'll do that. He didn't even realize she was gone for five years until he saw her at the bar. He missed her but he won't say it out loud. "How was your trip?"

"What trip?"

"Oakland." She keeps her voice down as she has her eyes trained on the napkin she's tearing up. "That's what an hour away?"

"Something like that. It was fine, uneventful." He looks her over. "Alabama huh?" She nods. "Out of all the states you pick Alabama?"

"Never been there before."

"So you moved by yourself to state you've never been to."

"Yep."

"By yourself."

"Yes."

The waiter drops off their orders, leaving them alone again. "Did you like it?"

"Bama? Yeah I loved it."

"Then why did you come back?" She sits silently, picking apart a fry. "I mean, you really don't have anything going for you here in Charming." She rolls her eyes. "There has to be a reason."

"There isn't." She snaps. "Just wanted to come back. I'm not staying for long." Jax looks a little hurt. "Why are you so interested in my life?"

"Excuse me for trying to catch up with an old flame-"

"Don't call me a flame. It was nothing."

"Nothing, really?"

"It was a one time- I'm over this. I'm outta here." She slams her hands against the table as she stands.

"I'm your ride!" He shouts after her, catching everyone's attention.

"I'd rather fuckin walk!" She snaps back, heading out the door. Jax swears under his breath as he drops a twenty on their half eaten meals before starting after her. He shakes his head as he sits on his bike, riding down the main road. "Fuck off, Teller!"

"Just let me give you a ride."

"No." She keeps looking straight ahead. He speeds up then cuts her off at the end of the sidewalk. "Jackson move." She crosses her arms. He doesn't so she goes around him, squeaking when he grabs her arm. "Let go of me." Her voice is quiet so they don't catch anyone's attention. He surprisingly lifts her up and sits her on his bike, not giving her any time to hop off before he kicks it off the stand and rides off to her apartment. "You're so unbelievable!" She shouts as she fumbles with the key to the door.

Jax follows her up the stairs. "I'm unbelievable? You're the one who-" she cuts him off with a stinging smack. "Really." He has her backed against the door, the right key in the lock. He reaches behind her and twists it, shoving her into the apartment, slamming the door behind them. She shoves him back, glaring at him.

Suddenly, Jax grabs her purse and throws it to the floor before wrapping his hands around her waist, tossing her over his shoulder. He throws her down against her mattress, yanking her shoes off. "Fuck you." She breathes, glaring up at him.

Jax grabs her ankles and pulls her to the edge of the bed, picking her up for her to wrap her legs around his waist then he sits, tearing her thin t-shirt open, his hands going to her breasts. "No bra?" He smirks against her shoulder.

She hits him in the chest before grabbing his jaw. "Shut the fuck up and fuck me."

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After a couple hours, Alex and Jax are on their third round. They're on the couch with her on top after he fucked her over her kitchen counter. She's moving lazily as he digs the pads of his fingers into her fleshy hips, her hair sticking to the sides of her sweaty face and neck. Jax sits up and moans, his hand sliding up her waist to her shoulder, bucking his hips. She moans, her head falling back and her eyes closing. He grunts quietly, biting his lip as he swears under his breath, quickly reaching his climax. "I'm gonna come again." He exhales, pulling her against his sweaty chest, moaning into her ear. She matches his noise as she digs her nails into his shoulders, dragging them down his arms and across his chest.

He sits up and pushes her away from him, standing from the couch. "I'm gonna shower." He breathes, walking to the bathroom stark nude. She scoffs as she pulls his Reaper Crew tee on before heading to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. "Got anymore?" Jax asks with a towel wrapped low around his hips. Alexandrea turns and tosses him a can. He cracks it open, looking her long legs over. "Glad you're back. The pussy around here's been getting boring."

She rolls her eyes. "Aren't you charming?"

"I am worn out." He yawns, dropping his towel so he can pull his boxers and jeans. "I should get going." She nods as she looks down at her bare feet. "I need my shirt back."

"Oh, yeah." She crosses her arms and pulls the white shirt up and off her body. She tosses it back at him before heading to her closet to clean herself up, sighing heavily when she hears the door open and close. Jax has left her alone.