Tara pulled him to her, her hands finding the back of his neck as she leaned up to kiss him properly. "This is all I've wanted. We're out, Jax, and we can make our own way." She breathed the words, and smiled up at him. "We've got a couple of hours til I have to get back... we could take the bike, and-"

She grinned up at him as she kissed him again. She was giddy with happiness, with the adrenaline. "We'll find the right house another day - you and me, that's what's important now." She didn't want to let go of him, didn't want to stop touching him - and that's when she paused, and snagged his hand, twining their fingers. "You mind if we have a real sort of wedding? Like... not a church thing, but.... I figure we could do it right? Last time.... I can't even explain it, but we got married in a brothel and my wedding ring was your mother's." She rolls her eyes as she says it, because she knows just how ridiculous it sounds - and acting like it was ridiculous took away the sting, for her.