Summary: Jax returns to his people and is surprised with a celebration. But even surrounded by many distractions, he can’t stop thinking about Samantha.
Based on the music prompt: Too Late
The night is deepening when Jax arrives at the old inactive subway that leads to the Shadow Den. After the celebration at Adrian Raines’ office, he went for a walk to clear his mind and ended up killing three ferals on the way, which wasn’t all bad. He was looking for any sort of distraction anyway. But as soon as he finds himself alone again, all he can think about is her. The petite, curious and awfully reckless girl he saved countless times. Even when she looks a little tired like she was earlier, she still manages to look beautiful.
Jax shakes his head and continues to walk. However, the mental effort not think about her also includes thinking about her. He takes a long deep breath and tries to focus on something else unrelated to her. Or her cheeky smile. Or the brown wavy locks of hair mixed with tawny blond ones accentuating her heart-shaped face. Or her velvety voice, her chestnut doe eyes, her warm and flawless caramel skin, her slender yet voluptuous body…
“AAARGH!” Jax yells punching a concrete wall. Small rocks, sand and pieces of cement fall on the ground and it doesn’t make him feel any better. If anything, he’s compromising the structure where his place is built and, for a moment, he wishes he wasn’t so quick-tempered. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hard on her…But the very thought of her in Adrian with her can make him see red. I need to stop thinking about this. Jax heaves a sigh and continues to walk towards home.
When he opens the door, applause and cheers erupt in the main area. The vampires gather around him, congratulating and praising him as music pumped in the stereo and the new vampire clan celebrates their enormous achievement. He gives a weak smile and, after many requests, he says a few words to his people and joins some of them in conversation. But he’s truly not in the mood for anything or anyone that night.
“Hey, Mr. Clan Leader,” Lily beams as she approaches him, with her girlfriend by her side.
“I guess I really have to change my business cards now,” he taunts.
“Yeah, you do,” Lily’s new girlfriend, Gabrielle, punches him playfully and they share smiles. “Grab a beer! Let’s dance!”
“Nah… I’m–” he scratches the back of his head trying to search for the right words to excuse himself.
“You must be really tired. After that long Council meeting, planning the arrangements of with the other Council members so we have our brand new clan, you’re exhausted, right?” Lily says.
“Yeah,” he nods. “That’s pretty much it.”
“Oh! You should go feed, boss. You can’t be a good leader and make smart decisions if you’re not well rested and fed,” Gabrielle acknowledges.
“The volunteers arrived a while ago. Good thinking, Gabs. I’ll take Jax to the feeding lounge and meet you later?” Lily says to her girlfriend and they share a kiss before Gabrielle strides away.
“You two look happy together,” Jax says quietly as they walk to the center of the Den.
“Thanks,” Lily grins giddily then notices a melancholic look in his eyes. “How are you doing?”
“Fine,” he shoves his hands in his pockets.
She gave him a meaningful look.
“We weren’t exclusive, so why bother crying over someone who was never mine?” His jaw clenches as he realizes what he just said.
“I know I may be biased, but I’m not taking sides here. You’re my friend too and I was rooting for you to be together and whatever happens between the two of you from now, I hope you guys can be okay.”
He stops at the doorway to the feeding lounge and squeezes her shoulder gently. “Nothing’s going to happen, Lily. And I’m fine with it. Maybe just a bit hungrier than usual, but I’m fine. Go have fun with Gabrielle tonight. Don’t worry about me,” he smiles weakly and turns away.
“And that’s where you’re wrong, boss…” Lily mumbles watching him enter the room and walks away.
Jax gets in, sits on the couch and looks around. The room looks quieter than usual and he wonders if the volunteers are still there. Maybe it’s for the best. I shouldn’t feed on anyone right now. I can get a blood bag later.
Before he stands up, a woman’s hand rests on his knee. “Hi there,” she smiles coyly.
“Liv, hi,” he replies placing his hand on hers. “I didn’t see you at the party.”
“I was there for a little while to see your speech. It was so inspiring, so full of hope,” she gushes.
“I was just giving what the people wanted,” he shrugs.
“Don’t be so modest, Jaxxie. You’re a great leader, a role model to all of us and you deserve all the praises and accolades,” she adds, looking at him through her lashes.
“Well, this leader will be very happy once he goes to the storage and steals some blood bags before taking a shower and going to bed,” he smiles ruefully.
“Blood bags?” Liv purses her lips and shakes her head. “I think I have a better offer to my leader, but I also have one condition.”
“Liv…” He hesitates, knowing exactly what her offer is going to cost him.
“Jaxxie,” she coos, lifting his chin up gently. “This is an important day for us and you look so sad. You don’t have to tell me anything, but you can let me cheer you up.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he looks away.
“Please,” she begs, her lips almost touching his ear as she unzips his jacket and her hands slip under his shirt. “Humor me.”
He freezes for a second, thinking about why he shouldn’t do it. His thoughts go back to Samantha and soon anger clouds his judgment once again. “I need to feed first.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she kisses his cheek and stands up. “You can feed while you watch.”
“Watch?” He asks confused.
“Yes. I want you to watch my new performance and give me your opinion. You had excellent ideas the last time we did this.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think you can use any of them during your performances without the audience getting a wrong idea of your craft, Liv,” he implies as vivid memories of the times he watched her performances and they ended up fucking senselessly in the backstage. And in her room. And in the hallways.
“I know,” she nibbles her lip. “But I can use them on my exclusive performances for you,” she bends over to give him a quick kiss and sashays to the opposite side of the room, opens a door and two young and attractive women walk into the room, wearing lace vintage corsets, panties, stockings and stilettos.
Each one of them sits beside Jax as a seductive yet sad ballad echoes in the room and Liv starts her routine, bouncing her hips to the sides and playing with a black feather boa. She knows Jax only has eyes for Samantha lately, but she isn’t there with him and Liv could surely use it in her favor. As one of the girls takes off his jacket and the other offers him her wrist. His eyes darken at the sight of Liv slowly removing pieces of her clothes and he sinks his teeth into the volunteer’s flesh while the other kisses his neck.
The women switch places and they begin to kiss each other, but Jax barely notices them. He’s only doing this for the blood. And to forget everything else for at least one night. The burlesque dancer spins around, lifts one leg up and bends downs in a delicate motion then straightens up, flipping her hair back. Her eyes meet Jax’s and the familiar intense pull to one another takes over the room. Liv saunters to him, stops before him and swirls her hips, never breaking eye contact.
He detaches his fangs from one of the girls’ ankle and leans back to watch Liv finish her performance.
She walks towards him and, with minimum effort, she pushes the two girls away from him and sits on his lap. “What do you think?”
“You’re amazing,” Jax replies.
“You always say that.”
“It’s the truth.”
“I need details.”
“I can’t tell you in front of them.”
“I don’t think they care,” she smirks eyeing the half-naked young girls making out on the floor. “But I don’t like sharing your attention with anyone. Come with me,” she stands up, pulls him by the hand and leads him to her bedroom. “Now, where were we?”
“You asked my opinion on your performance,” he affirmed, sitting on the edge of her bed.
“And remember that I want details,” she adds, walking to straddle him.
“Okay. It’s an excellent routine, the hips swirls with the feather boa were something else, but I thought you mentioned you’d make more bold decisions about the costume,” he comments as one of his hands move up her back, fingers playing with the frills of her corselette and untying it.
“You mean switching from vintage corsets to bras?”
“Exactly,” he says while undoing the last of the lingerie and letting it fall on the ground.
“I still feel insecure about my breasts,” she pouts shimming her chest to him.
“You shouldn’t,” he murmurs, kissing the sides of her breasts. “They are splendid to me.”
“You always know how to make a girl feel better,” she smiles and wiggles her ass as he begins to suck her breasts, gently removing the pastie covering her nipples and pinches them. Grinding on his bulge, her fingers delve in his hair, savoring the sweet and painful pressure on her sensitive hard peaks.
Jax pulls away to take off his shirt watching her strip off the few pieces of clothing she has left, kneel before him and help me out of his pants and boxers to stroke him. He groans and bucks his hips as her hands expertly move around his manhood. Smiling at him, she lowers her head and takes his cock in her mouth.
But as Liv bobs her head on his shaft, he only thinks of Samantha. She’s smaller than Liv, yet he loves how easy it was for him to carry her in his arms when she was tired and how good it felt to spoon her. Her breasts aren’t as vast as Liv’s, but they fit perfectly in his hands and he adored to see them flustered, bouncing for him. Liv is a beautiful woman, however, she’s not–
“Jaxxie,” Liv purrs in his ear and his eyes widen. He has no idea when he lied down or when she got on top of him. “I need you,” she whispers and crawls on the bed, standing in all fours.
Jax gets out of the bed, caresses her thighs and penetrates her forcefully. He doesn’t have to worry about not hurting Liv. For vampires, the rougher it gets, the better it will be. Although, Samantha liked it too. He remembers how much he loves her soft little moans, her tendency to leave bites and suck marks on his neck and shoulders, her throbbing pussy around his manhood, so warm, drenching just for him.
“Ah, yes! Just like that,” Liv pants, clenching her fists on the sheets.
“Fuck,” he hisses, shaking his head as if trying to shake away the thoughts of her. But she’s all he can see. He can almost sense her perfume, the drops of sweat forming along her spine and on her forehead, her curvaceous body writhing in pleasure as he slams into her, her voice moaning his name, pleading for more.
Jax grips Liv’s waist, nails digging on her flesh while he thrusts faster and harder until he can’t take it anymore.
“Ah, yes!” Livs screams then buries her forehead in a pillow.
Jax continues for a bit longer and pulls out of her, spilling himself over her back. A few minutes later, he goes to her bathroom, picks up a wet towel and returns to clean her up.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she says, looking over her shoulder.
“It’s the least I can do,” he smiles, bending over to kiss her back and picks ups his scattered clothes.
“Aren’t you a gentleman?” Liv smiles fondly at him. ”You could stay here.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I think I should go to the party for a minute, thank everyone and go to bed. Rain check?”
She turns around and kneels on the bed, wrapping her arms around him as he puts his shoes on. “I’ll hold you to that, Jaxxie. Thank you for the notes.”
“Thank you.”
They kiss briefly and he leaves, closing the door behind him. He does return to the party to thank his closest friends before he goes to his room. But on his way, he grabs the bottle of awamori reserved for him, drinking it neat in hopes that the strong transparent liquid will make him sleep soon and maybe he wouldn’t stay up for too long, regretting every single decision he made that day and thinking about her.
