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Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Meredith Mackenzie
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JAMIE SOUTHSIDE


Now we're talking Jamie thought with what was his last bit of rational thought as Meredith in the beginnings of her glory kissed him with neither coy or misleading intention. She wanted what they had both wanted since last night in the bathhouse. The Beserker drank in the sight and feel of his bonded body above him. His hands roaming over the curves of Meredith. The former Abrams gunner was reveling in the utter and wanton desire their bond inspired. No matter how tightly she pressed her lips against his it never seemed tight enough.

But the Gods have ever a sense of humour and this time was no exception. As the chosen of Ares began to work on the catch to Meredith's bra the sound of a voice and the door opening cut through the fog of lust to the ever aware part of his mind. If he hadn't been the subject Jamie might have laughed. Meredith was atop him half naked with the Southside Demon doing his best to make the half bit go away. At the forgetting part the outlaw biker did laugh. As if anyone could forgot seeing a man of his size and look.

" Ya got real lousy timing kid." Jamie spoke with an annoyed little sigh that became another laugh as Meredith's stomach growled loud enough to confuse her dog.

As her brother left the chosen of Apollo apologized for the interruption, the frustration clear in the tone of her voice. " Don't worry about it gorgeous, plenty of hours in a day ya know.." He replied with a suggestive wink and laugh.

Of course such a cavalier attitude ended when the Vice President of the Southside Demons MC saw the extent the healing had drained her. Then came a sight the chosen of War had not seen in quite some time, that of someone fighting tears.

The desert wind blew hot and fierce, blasting everything in white hot particles of sand. The row upon row of tents slowly being buried under this reclaiming of the land. Jamie was in the prefab steel garage where the tanks were parked. He and Ivan were preforming routine maintenance on their Abrams while Delphos was having a discussion with a quatermaster regarding their allotment of M82A3 rounds. Sean had volunteer to brave the sandstorm to get the mail.

When he came back the future president of the Southside Demons looked ashen. Clutched in his hands was the sort of letterhead official orders straight from the Whitehouse were written on.

" What's the matter Brother? " Jamie asked with growing concern as he slid off the tank turret were he had been checking barrel wear. In response Sean thrust the letter at him. Taking it the Beserker read the few lines penned on it in a bold and flourished hand. Dropping the piece of paper as if it was a venomous snake he hit the side of the Abrams with a string of profanity before and after he started nursing his hand


" Amazing how quickly death can be summed up isn't it.." Sean spoke leaning against the tank's tracks. His voice broke and he lost the battle against the tears he had tried to fight.


Then as before the Southside Demon didn't know what to do. Though he had himself shed tears when He and Sean had buried their father Jamie still knew nothing of them really. Personally he had hated that moment of weakness, that utter surrender to sorrow tears were. Defeat wasn't part of his creed after all. Still a day spent being part Meredith was giving him new insights.

" Just let it out Meredith, it ain't no worse then bleeding when ya get cut. No pain no gain after all." Jamie said laying his hands on her shoulders and resting his chin atop her head. " Besides if I left now I'd never get show you how good I'm in bed. Not to mention they'd stick me with that mouse who handed out the name tags." He added with a quiet but amused chuckle. " So lets go get some breakfast and pay your damn brother to leave us alone for ten freaking minutes. I hope it doesn't cost more then five grand, it's all the cash I've got on me at the moment. "