This is my 1st SOA fic and only my 3rd fanfic. I know I kinda gave up on the first two, just didn't know where I wanted to go with them or how to finish them. I got out the parts I had in my head and got stuck after that so I'm sorry to all of you who have read them and wanted me to update. I appreciate all your comments and support; I have a short attention span and just kinda lost interest. So as not to let it happen with yet another story, I have completed this one before posting. I think I'm just gonna stick with one-shots from now on.

Disclaimer: Everything SOA belongs to the genius that is Kurt Sutter, although I really do wish I had my own outlaw biker =(

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Juice yelled.

Lex looked at him for a minute, unsure of what to say. She'd never been afraid of him, she knew he would never hurt her, but if she was perfectly honest with herself, right now she was kind of scared of him. He was absolutely furious with her.

"Well? Are you gonna answer me or just stand there all day?" He asked.

"I was just trying to help." She finally answered quietly, looking down at the floor.

The guys had all been on a run, and Lex, being a woman, was supposed to know her place and stay behind. But she was sick of being told what to do and she'd seen an opportunity to help make their deal go smoother with the Irish. Unfortunately, she'd only ended up screwing things up more and she'd gotten herself kidnapped and almost killed in the process.

That was a week ago. The Sons hadn't rested until they had found her and Juice had almost gotten himself shot getting her back. Now he was pissed. Relieved to have her back where he knew she was safe, but pissed all the same. The girl was so impulsive, this hadn't been the first time she'd done something like this, the first time he'd worried himself sick over her, the first time she'd almost gotten herself killed trying to 'help.' He loved her to death, but that was just it, she was going to be the death of him.

"You got a plan to help the club, you run it by the club and we vote on it. You DO NOT do shit on your own without anybody knowing about it!" Juice yelled, getting in her face.

"Back off Juice." Lex said back warningly, eyes still on the floor. She didn't wanna piss him off more, but she also wasn't gonna stand here and be reprimanded like a child.

"Back off? Are you fucking kidding me with this shit?! You almost got yourself killed Alexa!"

"What do you want me to say Juice?!" She got back in his face. "I'm sorry. OK? I'm fucking sorry. Does that make you feel better?"

"You just don't get it, do you Lex?" Juice asked heatedly. "I fucking love you. And I almost fucking lost you." He turned around and punched a hole in the wall before looking back over his shoulder at her.

"And how many times have you almost gotten killed on a run? Now you know how I fuckin' feel every damn day."

When he pushed her up against the wall and pinned his body against hers she flinched, thinking for a second she'd finally pushed him to the point that he would hurt her. He grabbed her shoulders with a bruising grip and she tensed and held her breath, genuinely scared of what he was gonna do. He was infuriated, the vein on his neck was popping out, she could feel his entire body was tensed, and he had a murderous look in his eyes. She'd never seen him so livid. Juice was a pretty mellow guy, he didn't generally get angry, except when it came to her.

"You are an old lady, not a member. You stay behind and you do what you're told. You do not go on runs and you do not EVER make decisions for the club." Juice said threateningly.

He lingered for a minute making sure his words had sunk in and that he had made himself clear. Lex simply nodded her head once in understanding, knowing that if she opened her mouth again she'd only make it worse. When he released his grip on her shoulders and turned around to walk away, Lex's knees almost buckled. She'd been certain he was gonna lose control. She could tell he'd wanted to hit her. Luckily for her he wasn't that kind of man.

As he walked away she began to feel bad. He'd been mad at her before, but never like this.

She took a step toward him "Juice-"

"DON'T!" He turned on her again, throwing her into the wall harder than he'd meant to and pinned her there again, this time with a hand around her throat. Catching himself before he really did hurt her, he crushed his mouth to hers. He cared about her so much and coming so close to losing her had thrown him into an uncontrollable rage when he finally had her back. He'd barely managed to maintain the control he did have, he'd felt it slipping away the entire time and he needed to channel his anger somehow.

As he kissed her, he slid his hands under her shirt to roughly paw at her breasts. Lex could feel his erection on her lower belly and, excited at the promise of angry sex, she made quick work undoing his belt buckle and jeans before sliding one hand inside his boxers to begin stroking his cock and the other under his t-shirt and up his well-defined abs. When Juice bit her lip a little harder then she would've liked, she tasted blood and he moved to her ear and then to her neck, leaving what she could tell were going to be bruises with his teeth.

When he reached the top of her tank top with his mouth he removed his hands from under her shirt and grabbed it at the top, ripping it down the front. Reaching down to unbutton her jeans, he unintentionally snapped the button off and broke the zipper in his urgency. Lowering himself so he could pull her jeans down her legs, blue boyshorts following, he bit her hip. Standing again, he reached behind her and broke the clasp on her blue bra to free her of her last piece of clothing.

He then removed his cut and tossed it onto a nearby chair, before pulling his t-shirt over his head and kicking his jeans and boxers off last. Moving back to Lex, he placed one hand around her throat again and the other on her breast and lowered his head to the other breast. She threw her head back in ecstasy as his skillful tongue danced around her nipple. When he bit down she let out a small yelp of surprise and pain. She loved this, she'd always liked it rough and there was absolutely nothing like angry sex with Juice. One of her favorite things.

By this point Lex was so wet she could feel it dripping down her leg. "Juice-" She said breathlessly.

"No. You don't get to talk." He said pulling away from her. He still looked angry, but not as much as he had. Grabbing her by the hips, Juice spun her around and bent her slightly over so her face and upper body were pressed against the wall. Without hesitating Juice slammed into her, not caring if he hurt her or gave her time to adjust to his size like he normally did. He just started pounding in and out of her.

Lex could feel his crushing grip on her hips and knew she'd be bruised there too. Hands braced on the wall in front of her, Lex pushed back against him to meet each thrust. It hurt, but that was part of what she liked about it. She'd always been a little bit of a pain whore. Besides, she knew this would help the tension between them. He'd still be mad at her for a while, but this had always seemed to be a good way to at least begin to work out some of their issues.

Juice reached around with one hand and found her clit. Stroking her made her buck against him even harder and it wasn't long before she was seeing bright white and her knees almost gave out from her orgasm. Holding her up by the hips still, Juice was close behind, her spasms sending him over the edge as well. He buried himself in her as far as he could and stilled as he emptied himself into her.

They stayed together for a few minutes trying to catch their breath before Juice abruptly pulled out of her and turned around and headed to the bathroom without a word. That was the downside to angry sex with Juice. As soon as he was done, he was gone. She knew he'd probably leave and go for a ride on his bike now, his way of clearing his head. He'd probably spend a couple hours at the clubhouse too. She didn't expect to see him again until that night.

SOA

Climbing into bed alone later that night, Lex wondered how bad she'd really screwed up this time. Yeah, she'd pulled stuff like this before, but never anything this serious. She'd never gotten kidnapped by the Irish before, that was for certain. She was sure Juice would've been back by now. She almost wanted to cry realizing he was so mad at her he'd decided to spend the night at the clubhouse. He hadn't even answered her calls. The only way she knew he was there for sure was because she had called Jax.

SOA

Lex woke up in the middle of the night and realized she wasn't alone. She glanced at the clock. 3:17am. Juice was laying behind her, his front to her back and his hand resting on her hip in much the same position as it had been earlier that day when he'd fucked her against the wall. She could feel his erection on her ass and it was turning her on.

Turning over, Lex put her hand around him and gently began stroking. His hips pumped against her hand a couple times before he moved his hand up slightly to her waist and opened his brown sleep-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry baby." Lex whispered, kissing his chest.

Juice didn't say anything, just grabbed her chin and lifted it so he could kiss her. His kiss was urgent, but not desperate like it'd been before. He threaded his other hand through her hair and pulled her head back just enough so he had access to her neck and gently kissed and sucked his way down to her breast. Rolling her on her back he moved over her and used his knee to move her legs apart. After he grabbed her wrists, he raised them up and held them above her head and slowly entered her.

At her sharp intake of breath he hesitated and lifted his head enough to look at her. "You okay?"

Nodding she answered, "Just sore."

As gently as he could, Juice slid into her and stopped to give her a minute to adjust. He usually did, she was a small woman and he was a pretty well-endowed man. After a minute he began to move inside her. Releasing her arms, he slid his hands down her sides and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. He buried his face in her neck as he moved one hand down to her clit and gently stroked her. A minute later he felt her muscles pulse around him and he let himself go with her.

"I love you." He said before drifting off to sleep again.