An Irish Blessing

By: SirenWarren09

Half-Sack was dead, Tara had left after a terrible fight with Jax and finding him with Ima again, Abel's back but Jax can barely handle it, and the club is in pieces after all the events that Stahl put into motion. Sure they got their pay back and things are patched up between Clay and Jax. But Jax is fresh outta jail and barely in a position to take care of Abel even though he wants to. Now, after all of this, the club learns that Chibs has a God-daughter. And she's in Charming. And Jax is falling for her. Could she be his Irish blessing?

The only character I own is Giselle. I don't own any of the songs or characters that I'll be using. All rights to Kurt Sutter who is Godly for creating SOA.

Jax was fixing up a Volvo, trying to keep his mind on his work. Shit had been so messed up for so long that things were calm now and it scared him. Wondering how long it'd last. What would happen to shatter this calm? He sighed as he heard the purr of a bike. But it wasn't a Harley. Jax knew that from the sound. He looked up to see a sparkling new, blue and white, Kawasaki Ninja. Hot damn. Not as powerful as a Harley but sleek and beautiful. The driver got off and Jax wondered why this guy was here. Something that looked as new as that bike shouldn't have any problems. So, Jax walked over,"How can we help you, man?"

The driver pulled off their helmet. Long, fiery, red hair cascaded down a white leather clad, thin, curvy body. Cream colored skin and blazing, emerald green eyes stared up at Jax. He looked down at ruby red lips, long, dark lashes. Holy shit. It was a woman. He looked over her figure. She was in dark, skinny jeans, knee high, black boots, and a long sleeved, white leather jacket zipped all the way up. How had Jax not noticed this a minute ago? Normally something this hot walks onto the lot and Jax knows before anyone else.

"First off, you can never call me 'man' again," She chuckled in a silky voice. "And I'm looking for Filip."

"Uhm. . Who?" Jax blinked.

"Filip Telford. About yea high," She held up her hand to a little past Jax's head,"brown eyes, brown hair. Scars on his cheeks. Thick Scottish accent."

"OH! You're looking for Chibs," Jax always forgot Chibs's real name was Filip. He never called him by it. "Chibs is out right now. You can wait around if you want."

"Chibs. ." She blinked,". . Right, Chibs. . Chibs. ." She seemed confused by the nickname.

"I don't get it either," Jax laughed a little,"But my dad called him Chibs so I do, too." Jax led her into the garage,"So, what's your name, darlin'?"

"Giselle. Giselle Slainey. Call me Gigi," Giselle sat down in a chair near Jax. "You are?"

"Jackson Teller. Call me Jax," Jax smiled. He noticed her accent. It made him grin. Irish pussy was sweet. "You're obviously not from around here."

"No. I'm from Dublin."

"I was in Bellfast not too long ago. Ireland's pretty."

Giselle nodded to him, examining his body. Mmm. He was delicious looking. American boys were new territory for her. But she was willing to explore. Lean, muscled, thin. Ink on his arms. His skin was was a warm peach color from being in the sun but not tanned. Scruff on his face, blue eyes and golden hair. If he hadn't been looking at her, Giselle would've licked her lips. "I was born in Bellfast. My best friend Trinity Ashby still lives there."

"Trinity?" Jax stiffened. He loved his sister but it was still awkward that he had almost 'loved' his sister. "I met her. Her mom and my dad were kinda close."

"Ohhhh. You're THAT Jax," Giselle grinned. "She said you were hot."

"How many 'Jaxes' could there possibly be?" He laughed a little.

Giselle nodded,"Point taken."

"How long you been ridin'?" Jax leaned against the car.

"Riding what is the question," She leaned back, grinning up at him.

Jax felt a smile spread across his face. Was she flirting with him? Well, it wasn't really that far fetched. Jax was hot and he knew it. "You ride bikes AND bikers?"

"I don't date bikers," She stood up. "But I've been riding since I was sixteen."

"How old are you now?"

"Twenty four." She replied. "Somewhere I can get a drink?"

"Yeah. Soda machine over there," Jax pointed. After she left Jax saw Chibs pull up. He walked over,"Hey, you got a fine piece of ass waiting for you. Damn Chibs. Twenty four? Bit young for you, ain't she?"

"What are you talkin' about, Jackie-boy?" Chibs chuckled.

Jax pointed,"Sweet Irish pussy, man."

"No. ." He took off his glasses and looked at her. "That's Giselle."

"I know. We've met," Jax nodded. "You're lucky man. I gotta say, I'm jealous. Bet she's crazy in bed."

"Jax. . She's my daughter," Chibs looked at him.

Jax gulped. Well, that was awkward. "I see. Uhm. ." Normally Jax would've been fine with it. But this was Chibs. A brother. "Wait. I thought your daughter was Kerrianne."

"She is but Giselle's my God-daughter and her dad died some years back," Chibs walked toward her,"Gigi!"

Giselle happily eeped and threw herself onto Chibs. "I missed you so much, Filip!" They went off together and Jax was left standing there. Feeling strange. Damn, she was sexy. He wanted to plunge into that sweet, Irish pussy. But Chibs's daughter? He wasn't sure about that. Jax had had sex with hundreds of women. He'd never cared who their families were. But now that it was the little girl of a brother. . . Hm. He'd have to think that over. But Jax grinned, imagining that tight little body of hers and went back to work.

After some hours Teller-Morrow was closing and Chibs and Giselle were still laughing and talking. Gemma and Clay had let Chibs off today because Gigi hadn't seen him in so long. But tonight Giselle was walking toward her bike and Jax strode over to her,"Hey, Ireland."

She looked at him,"Yes, California?"

"How come you've never been around if you're Chibs's girl?" Jax smiled.

"I lived on a different continent," Giselle got onto the bike and put her gloves on.

"How come you're here now?" Jax grinned at her.

Giselle stopped and looked at him,"Just a visit."

Jax stopped her from starting the bike by grabbing the handles. "How long you gonna be here?"

"Is there something you want, Jax?" Giselle crossed her arms.

Jax looked over her body,"There are plenty of things I want, darlin'."

"Good night, Jackson," Giselle swatted his hands away, put her helmet on and drove off. Jax grinned wider. This was fun. He felt the way he used to. Flirtatious and cocky. And this girl was telling him no. A word that women never usually told him. This chase would be fun.