Hey everyone. I’m playing Jax again, over on my multimuse blog. So if you’d like to play again, hit me up on @insomniacsmuses.

Hey everyone. I’m playing Jax again, over on my multimuse blog. So if you’d like to play again, hit me up on @insomniacsmuses.

Hey everyone. I’m playing Jax again, over on my multimuse blog. So if you’d like to play again, hit me up on @insomniacsmuses.

Hey everyone. I’m playing Jax again, over on my multimuse blog. So if you’d like to play again, hit me up on @insomniacsmuses.

Hey everyone. I’m playing Jax again, over on my multimuse blog. So if you’d like to play again, hit me up on @insomniacsmuses.

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It's But A Scratch | Jax & Kat (Katarax, lol)

"Do bullets often, ‘just happen’?"she asked, though she shook her head, "Nevermind, just remind me not to stand all that close." Kat bandaged up his back and washed her hands in the sink, thoroughly. "You planning on sleeping on that table? Or do you want me to move you to your bed?"she asked.

Kat was concerned he might get into trouble if he told her too much. It wasn’t like she didn’t know to keep her mouth shut, but if anyone found out he was telling her club business, She was sure they’d both get more than a swift kick to the rear.

In his haze, he chuckled. "More than I like to admit," he muttered. Jax watched her washing up and felt a wave of dizziness hit him. "Ah, good plan, Ki-...Kat. Good plan all 'round," he muttered, voice slurring. She had hit him with a whopper of a pain killer, or maybe his blood loss had amped it up.

Jax tried sitting up and about fell off the table for his trouble. "No... " He tried again, slower this time. "I can get to bed, Kat. When you take me to bed, I want to be on point, 'kay?"

It's But A Scratch | Jax & Kat (Katarax, lol)

At this point she wasn’t exactly concerned with wearing gloves, something needed to be done immediately. She put pressure on the wound with gauze soaking up the blood and then she poured some rubbing alcohol on it. “Well good. If you can’t stay awake and alive for me, I won’t get to undress you how you want.”she said and squeezed his hand gently before preparing a nice happy painkiller to dull the area so she could sew him up. 

She worked quickly to seal him up before turning him on his side so she could sew up that exit wound. “Tell me what happened, maybe it will help you stay awake while I finish this up.”she said.

Jax would berate her later for not gloving up. If he recalled anything about this. With blood loss came a haze of nothingness.The biker focused on his savior, Katerina, the woman he had pushed away. Yet here she was, patching him up even though she probably wanted to let him bleed out so she could be done with him. He cracked a smile, the pain killer hitting him hard after he'd lost so much blood. "Promise?"

He grunted, his hand white knuckled on the edge of the table as sh worked on his back. His lips were a pale line as he clenched his teeth. "Ah... Er..." It wasn't usual to tell club business to one outside of the club... or a woman who wasn't an old lady, but she was patching him up. She was part of this life now. "Mayan," he said simply, his face screwed up in pain. "I musta cut 'im off in traffic," he joked. It helped him focus on something other than the needle he could feel going into is flesh. "It wasn't a fight," he muttered, voice strained. "Just happened."

It's But A Scratch | Jax & Kat (Katarax, lol)

Bed sounded nice right about now. It had been a long day and she was about to take a shower when a very loud thud resonated from the front door. It scared the hell out of her, she heard Jax’s voice and her anger flared up a bit. He sounded drunk off his ass. She opened the door and though she was prepared to march him to a cold shower the blood stopped her. 

She was accustomed to blood, it didn’t bother her at all. But seeing him hurt like this was a little difficult. She put an arm around him for support and kicked the door closed. She knocked a few things off of the kitchen table and laid him out on top of it. “Hey, hey hey, focus on me Prince Charming.”she said trying to get his attention as she unzipped his hoodie and cut open his shirt with a kitchen knife to see exactly the kind of mess she had on her hands.

Katerina pulled his clothing out of her way and tossed it on a chair, skittering out of the room to get what medical supplies she had left. “You aren’t going to die, but you have lost lots of blood.”she said. She didn’t think there was any extreme internal damage but she needed to get this bleeding stopped.

Relief flooded through him. She was home. She would help him. Jax stumbled even with her help and was so relived to lie own once at the table. Her voice was a beacon when he just wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep. "Kat..." he mumbled, reaching a bloodied hand towards her. 

It hurt, it hurt a lot and Jax winced with every motion as she removed his clothing. "Not how I..." he grunted as she pulled his shirt off, "wanted you to undress me...." Even bleeding all over the kitchen he had to flirt.

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Patience | Jax and Kat

Jax caught the movement she made to tug her shirt down and he had to grit his teeth to keep from throwing a t-shirt over her to cover her up. She was testing him and it wouldn’t fly, but he needed to get away from her. Before he drug her off.

Instead, Jax slammed the doors and fell into his VP seat at the table. Chibs followed, still laughing while dabbing at the blood that dripped from his nose. The Scot glanced at Jax an back. “Ey, Jacky Boy, someone’s gone a wee it possessive,” he said with a chuckle. Jax glared, this was going to be one fuck of a long ordeal if he was going to punch every punk who looked at Kat.

Later in the day she felt much more confident moving around the club, and had figured out who was who. And had already had a run in with Jax’s mother. Which was awkward as hell, not to mention his mother was tough as nails. She had been avoiding the President of the club at all costs. He gave her really creepy vibes. 

She pulled on her jacket now that the chill of the night had started creeping into the club through the garage. She couldn’t wait to get back to Jax’s and take a shower. This job was a little tricky, but much better than fucking porn.

Patience | Jax and Kat

It felt like whiplash. One moment he was defending her against one of his own and giving pointers about using a bat to defend herself. The next moment he was ordering her around like she was a nuisance. She wanted to hit him, really, she did. When he turned around her eyebrows furrowed and she pulled on her top making the neck drop even lower. Just to spite him. She was a girl, she wasn’t asking to be grabbed or gawked at, but if he was gonna be an asshole, so was she.

Katerina though she could have said several very hurtful things bit her tongue, she was staying with him after all. She got back to work, after trying to brush off her annoyance. 

Jax caught the movement she made to tug her shirt down and he had to grit his teeth to keep from throwing a t-shirt over her to cover her up. She was testing him and it wouldn't fly, but he needed to get away from her. Before he drug her off.

Instead, Jax slammed the doors and fell into his VP seat at the table. Chibs followed, still laughing while dabbing at the blood that dripped from his nose. The Scot glanced at Jax an back. "Ey, Jacky Boy, someone's gone a wee it possessive," he said with a chuckle. Jax glared, this was going to be one fuck of a long ordeal if he was going to punch every punk who looked at Kat.

Patience | Jax and Kat

Katerina didn’t mind them, they were over induging in the sight of her cleavage, but that was nothing new. The one they called Chibs had quite an alluring accent. But such thing did not easily sway her. She clearing off empty bottles when a firm hand grabbed her ass. But before she could turn around and slap the owner of said hand, he was already put on the ground by Jax.

The very verbal, and physical confrontation put her in a slight state of shock. It took her a moment to clear her head so she could answer him. “It isn’t he first time someone has grabbed my ass, I’m sure it won’t be the last.”she said and crossed her arms. She was a little flustered, because she needed to stand up for herself. “Let me handle it next time, please.”she watched him, her eyes softening. “Thank you.”

Jax shook his hand and glared down at the laughing Scot. "You son of a..." the blond muttered as he helped him up and tossed a handful of bar napkins at him. Fucker had done it on purpose. Just to see what the VP would do. Well, now he knew.

He turned from him and focused on Kat, his hand reaching out to push a lock of hair behind her ear. "It will here." Word would get around. She'd be off limits since Jax was exerting some sort of claim over her. Nothing major, but he wasn't happy when she was touched. "Won't be a next time, but if there is..." He pulled her behind the bar and gestured to the bat underneath it. "You can always show them that and they'll behave." His protective instinct was high, he wasn't taking her from one hell to another, that's all. Just saving her from unwanted attention. Nothing behind it. If he kept saying it, it might be true. And maybe if he put some distance between them. "Get back to work. Maybe next time, don't show your tits so much, save me the trouble." He didn't mean it, but had to put that distance up. He turned and walked into Church, gesturing for Chibs to follow.

Patience | Jax and Kat

After popping the cap off of Jax’s beer and setting it on the counter she decided to clean up. This job was going to be a breeze. She could handle the smell of smoke and beer in her hair, it washed out easy, cum was a different story. She was focused so she wasn’t doing much talking as she moved about the bar. 

She barely noticed Tig and Chibs talking to her, “Hi, sorry, brain is sort of scattered. I’m Katerina.”she apologized with a smile, “Can I get you a drink?”

Jax drank his beer and listened to the buzz of conversation in the club. A few cro eaters were doing their thing, and he could hear the distant sound of the air tools out at the garage through the open door. Yet, his eyes never stayed from her. The biker just watched her, eyes patient, squinted slightly like they tended to be, smoke rising around him as he smoked one cigarette then another. 

He stubbed the fire out and turned to listen to his brothers. Teasing, of course, but there was always an edge to it. Jax felt himself tensing. This was stupid. She was just some trick he'd saved from gobbling cock on screen to save her worthless dad. And here he was ready to fight someone over her. Fight a brother.

And when it was Chibs, and not Tig, who copped a feel, something in Jackson broke. He knocked the stool over on his way over, fist back. He coldcocked his brother, one of his best friends, because he'd touched the girl. His girl. "I said, don't fucking touch her." 

When Chibs was up and wiping his mouth, he barked out a laugh and muttered something. It sounded like he called Jax whipped. He ignored it to turn to Kat. "You all right, darlin'?"