Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy.

A/N: This is just a drabble that would not get out of my head.

Jealous Bitches

Tara Knowles knew what they were all thinking. She was far from stupid. Every crow-eater that came into the SAMCRO clubhouse hated her. How on earth did the prude doctor end up being the Old Lady of SAMCRO's prince Jax Teller? And not just an Old Lady, an Old Lady he would never cheat on no matter how tight the tops were or how short the skirts. Every time Jax came into the club and Tara was there, he would walk straight to her, eyes never diverting and slide his hands into the ass pocket of her jeans and kiss her as if it would be their last.

Tara was never one for the fashion of the crow-eater or even the fashion of the Old Lady. She would never wear anything close to what Gemma would wear; opting for jeans that weren't too tight and tops that didn't have to show off what color bra she was wearing that day.

The crow-eaters had every right to be jealous of her. Tara, who didn't even have to look in the mirror in the morning and put on makeup had landed the perfect guy. Why?

Maybe it was because she ripped off his clothes and fucked him in dirty porn studio bathrooms with the door unlocked. Yeah, Jax could get her worked up all right.

Maybe it was because when they first started dating, Tara would drag Jax behind the bleachers and give him the best fucking blowjob of his life. Yeah, that might do it.

It could be because Jax always knew how to talk Tara into things. How he could talk her into the back row of the movie theatre just so halfway through the movie he could slip two of his fingers inside her. She'd bite her lip until it bled to keep from crying out.

Maybe Tara had landed Jax because she had given him her virginity when she was sixteen. That kind of stuff sticks with you. One night, shortly after becoming a SAMCRO prospect, Tara had taken him to his clubhouse dorm and let him enter her for the first time. Back then, the thought of being the only man to ever be with Tara like that was enough for Jax to stick around.

Maybe because sometimes, when she was in the mood, Tara let Jax take her from behind so he could watch her Crow tattoo move to their hot and sweaty rhythm.

Of course maybe it was because Jax Teller loved Tara Knowles more than words could express. The sex part couldn't hurt though. He knew how to make her scream and she knew how to make him groan. No one would feel as good as Tara, and Jax knew that.

So those jealous bitched could stay jealous; Jax wasn't going anywhere. He had his 'prude' Old Lady to keep him satisfied.