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It’s Okay, I’m Here

Originally posted by pandapunk825

Author’s Note: This is a Jax Teller imagine based on 1+1 by Beyonce as requested by a wonderful Nonny as well as imagine number 3 for MM9. This imagine is rated M+ for Smut, hope you enjoy.


It’s Okay, I’m Here

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If I ain’t got nothing
I got you
If I ain’t got something (I don’t give a damn)
‘Cause I got it with you
I don’t know much about algebra (but I know)
One plus one equals two
And it’s me and you
That’s all we’ll have when the world is through ('cause baby)

We ain’t got nothing without love
Darling you got enough for the both of us (so come on baby)
Make love to me
When my days look low
Pull me in close and don’t let me go
Make love to me
So when the world’s at war
Let our love heal us all (right now baby)

Make love to me (me, me, me, me) oh, oh
Make love to me

-XX-

She paces the living room, heart pounding against her chest with every second that passes by that Jax isn’t home. He promised it would be a quick run; it’s been two days. Their love hasn’t always been an easy one, but to Ana’s way of thinking anything worth having is worth fighting for, and God knows they’ve fought.

Ana dials his number one more time and pressing the phone to her ear a breath catches in her throat when it goes straight to voicemail like it has been for last twelve hours.

“Jackson, please, please call me back,” her voice shakes as she fights not to cry. “I’m starting to get really scared, Gemma is going crazy, and Abel needs his Dad…you better fucking come home Jax.”

“Hey babe,” Jax’s voice comes from behind her and turning she finds him filling the door, soaking wet and ignoring the obvious splash of blood on his jeans he looks intact.

“Jax,” his name is a sob when she throws herself at him, arms wrapping tight around his neck, legs clenching like a vice around his waist. “Where the hell were you? Did you call your Mom?” The questions rush out of her mouth quicker than Jax can answer them so he presses his lips to hers, swallowing her words. The kiss makes almost every logical thought slip from her brain as he carries her to the couch, sitting with her pressed tight to his chest.

Her hands come up to hold his face and pulling away she looks into his eyes.

“Where were you?” she asks but he just shakes his head. He isn’t ready to talk about it, not yet. “You can’t do that to me, not ever again Jackson. I can’t imagine my life without you…”

“Shh darlin’, it’s okay,” he murmurs as his hands slip under her shirt, fingers brushing against her skin. “I’m here…I’m here…”

-XX-

Hey, I don’t know much about guns but I
I’ve been shot by you (hey)
And I don’t know when I’m gon’ die but I hope
That I’m gon’ die by you (hey)
And I don’t know much about fighting but I
I know I will fight for you (hey)
And just when I ball up my fist I realize
I’m laying right next to you baby

We ain’t got nothing but love
And darling you got enough for the both of us

Make love to me
When my days look low
Pull me in close and don’t let me go
Make love to me
So when the world’s at war
Let our love heal us all (help me let down my guard)

-XX-

Their bodies move together slow; a touch here, a whisper there. They’ve shared this dance countless times before, but she cherishes it every single time. Her head falls back when he slips the shirt over hear head, his face pressing to her chest, lips teasing her breasts. He draws moan after moan from her, and her knees threatening to buckle when he dips his fingers into her panties, a moan of his rumbling up from the back of his throat when he finds her already hot and wet.

“Ana,” he murmurs her name as he guides her back and when the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed it takes just a gentle push to her shoulder to have her on her back. He takes his time undressing her, fingers hooking into her panties and drawing them down her legs, and when her thighs instinctively press together he smiles.

He slips to his knees lifting one of her legs so it rests against his shoulder and turning his face he plants soft kisses from her ankle to her knee, smiling against her skin when she lets out a shuddering laugh, his cock growing harder when he teases the tender skin of her thigh a secret thrill racing through him on her sharp intake of breath when his tongue laps at her clit.

He loses himself in her; the only thing making any sense to him is the feel of her fevered skin under his hands and the sound of her moans rippling through the air, and when she shudders against him, coming again he drives himself into her, and covering her mouth with his he swallows her screams.

-XX-

Make love to me (me, me, me, me) oh, oh
Make love to me (me, me, me, me)

-XX-

You Know Why

Originally posted by lowmans

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on Closer by The Chainsmokers featuring Halsey as requested by a lovely Nonny as well as the 4th and last imagine for MM9. This imagine is rated M for Adult Themes, hope you all enjoy!


You Know Why

-XX-

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you
I drink too much and that’s an issue
But I’m OK
Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them
But I hope I never see them
Again

I know it breaks your heart
Moved to the city in a broke-down car
And four years, no calls
Now you’re looking pretty in a hotel bar
And I, I, I, I, I can’t stop
No, I, I, I, I, I can’t stop

So, baby, pull me closer
In the back seat of your Rover
That I know you can’t afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of that mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain’t ever getting older

We ain’t ever getting older
We ain’t ever getting older

-XX-

Of all the hotels he could walk into, he never in a million years imagined he’d walk into the one where she’d be sitting at the bar, sipping a cocktail. Her legs are bare thanks to the dangerously short black dress that kisses her thighs, and his teeth snap the toothpick between his lips cleanly in two at the sight of her.

She’s changed but age has been good to her, and still after all these years, he feels the pull deep in his gut, and it all makes sense now. Why Jax was so adamant that he be the one to pick up the precious cargo, why Jax made sure he came alone.

And when Emma uncrosses and crosses her legs, causing her short black dress to shimmy further up toned thighs his mouth goes dry.

“Happy,” Emma’s voice betrays her shock and the look on her face is that of someone who might as well have seen a ghost and in true Emma fashion she reaches behind the bar and drags the closest bottle over the sleek surface, taking a long drink, and when the bartender comes over she rifles through her bag tossing a wad of bills onto the bar top and without a word she brushes past him.

To be honest it could’ve been worse, should’ve been worse and because he knows the type of girl Emma is he follows quickly behind.

-XX-

You look as good as the day I met you
I forget just why I left you,
I was insane
Stay and play that Blink-182 song
That we beat to death in Tucson,
OK

I know it breaks your heart
Moved to the city in a broke-down car
And four years, no call
Now I’m looking pretty in a hotel bar
And I, I, I, I, I can’t stop
No, I, I, I, I, I can’t stop

So, baby, pull me closer
In the back seat of your Rover
That I know you can’t afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of that mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain’t ever getting older

We ain’t ever getting older
We ain’t ever getting older

-XX-

“Emma!” Happy barks her name, teeth gritting against the way it echoes through the parking garage. If Jax would’ve told him that Emma was the one he’d be babysitting, he would have brought a sedative. Quickening his pace, he catches up to her just as she unlocks the shiny white SUV and closing his fingers around her arm she turns swinging.

“I’m sorry,” Emma squeaks when his head snaps to the side, “I’m sorry. What the fuck? What are you doing here? It’s been years, Happy, years without so much as a phone call or post card. For all I knew you were dead…seriously. Why are you here? Why now? I got over you…”

“I’m here to protect you,” Happy murmurs searching her face. He recognizes the hurt there, and he shoulders his fair share of it. She’s the love of his life, always has been, always will be, and he fucked it up. He would never admit it to anyone, not even his Mom, but he got scared. Loving Emma scared him, so he did the only he could think to. He destroyed her, and then he ran.

“Of course Jax would send you,” she murmurs shaking her head. “I don’t want you here Happy, I don’t need you here…”

“They’ll kill you Emma,” he says through gritted teeth and when she laughs it’s hollow.

“I’ll take my chances,” she spits but before she can turn he has her pinned to the SUV.

“Look, I know I’m a piece of shit, and I broke your heart, but dying because you’re too stubborn to let me protect you is the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever thought about doing, and I’m not going to let it happen,” he mutters as his eyes search her face, and when she opens her mouth to respond his mouth is covering hers any carefully thought out retort slides away.

::

She doesn’t know how it happened. She swore the next time she saw Happy Lowman she would tell him exactly what she thought about him and with any luck leave him feeling just as bad if not worse than what she felt when he left her four years before; and yet here she is. Fumbling to find her panties, which have to be somewhere. The SUV is only so big after all.

“Where are they?” she asks pulling her dress over her head, smoothing it in place.

“Where are what?” Happy asks pulling his jeans up.

“My panties, Happy, my panties. Where the hell are they?” she asks stopping her fervent search only when he taps her on the shoulder to show that they hang from his fingertips. “Give me those,” she hisses snatching them from him and with minimal struggle she manages to get them back into place.

“We should go,” Happy murmurs running a hand down her arm and she laughs, shaking her head at him.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she says pulling the visor down to check her reflection in the mirror. She smudges her eyeliner so it looks more like she did it on purpose than it being the byproduct of a back seat quickie and blowing a quick breath out she runs her fingers through her hair.

“Emma did you not hear me when I say they will kill you? Carter’s men have their orders Emma, and their orders are to make sure you don’t talk, no matter what,” Happy says watching in disbelief as Emma carefully paints her lips, a deep crimson red.

“Why do you care Happy?” she asks turning to look at him.

“You know why Emma…”

“No, what I know is that I loved you once Happy, and it damn near destroyed me. I’m not going to let that happen again. This was fun, but it never happens again. You can go now.”

“Emma…please…”

“I’m a big girl Happy, I can take care of myself now.”

-XX-

So, baby, pull me closer
In the back seat of your Rover
That I know you can’t afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of that mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain’t ever getting older

We ain’t ever getting older
No, we ain’t ever getting older
We ain’t ever getting older
No, we ain’t ever getting older
We ain’t ever getting older
We ain’t ever getting older
We ain’t ever getting older
No, we ain’t ever getting older

We ain’t ever getting older
No, we ain’t ever getting older

-XX-