Alright, here we go! Since I have fanfiction ADD and can never finish one story before I start the next, here is my first attempt at a Sons of Anarchy fic! I have read a few others, so I hope mine is different enough to keep you reading! No promises on when updates will happen, but SOA and Juice have taken over my brain and I hope I do it justice.

This story will follow the show (starting a little before season 1) with some slight AU going on.

Please, let me know what you think or if you think I should change anything. I'm really nervous about this one for some reason, so every word would mean the world!

Rated M for all the juicy adult reasons (no pun intended!)

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and nothing with SOA.

Read on my lovelies!

The breeze from her rolled down windows helped to alleviate the sweltering heat she was swamped in as she drove through the quaint little town, sweat making her tank top cling to her back. She remembered Charming being warm, but never this hot. It didn't help that the A/C in her Jeep was currently busted either. Oh well, she thought. Good thing I'm heading for an auto shop.

Ellie navigated the streets with ease, knowing where and when to turn from muscle memory. It had been four years, four long years, since she had been here last and she missed everything about it. The strip of shops downtown, the cute little houses, even the small police station she had seen the inside of first hand all those years ago. Studying to get her bachelor's in business hadn't been her idea of fun, but she felt damn proud of herself for finally committing the time and money to accomplishing it. She had lived in many places throughout her 29 years of life, but for her, home was always where her heart was. And it was her heart that brought her back to Charming, California now.

She grinned as she turned into the lot of Teller-Morrow, the clubhouse and garage a welcome and familiar site. Noticing that the row of bikes looked a little thin, she hoped the one she was looking for wasn't absent. She parked her car and quickly checked her makeup in the rearview mirror, making sure to dab away the light sheen of sweat on her forehead before hopping out and sauntering over to the open bay doors. She welcomed the sound of tools clattering about, the smell of oil and exhaust fumes, and finally the sight of the man she was looking for.

"Bloody hell," she exclaimed loudly. "What a great lot of pussies we have here!"

Every man's head shot up at her insult, some she recognized, some she didn't. But Chibs Telford's scarred face remained in a scowl for only a moment before a wild grin broke across his features. "Well I'll be damned." Ellie had enough time to pull her sunglasses off her face before he had crossed the garage and was swept up into his arm. He spun her, both holding onto the other tightly as she laughed breathlessly. "Eleanor May," he crooned affectionately, pulling back enough to hold her face in his hands.

"I've missed you, too, big brother," she replied, beaming up at him after he placed a kiss on her forehead. He had been the one to insist she go to university to get her degree, to make something more of her life than following in his footsteps – even though they both knew it was still probably going to happen. She was too much like him and had always looked up to him. Being the oopsie baby had been hard at times, never feeling like she belonged, but Chibs never let his baby sister feel unwanted. All her life, he had shown her the ropes. He taught her how to fight when she was twelve, bought her her first gun when she was fifteen, taught her how to stitch up a bullet wound when he came home bleeding all over the place when she was eighteen. He had picked up many skills while a medic for the British Army and member of the IRA; some he refused to even talk about. But whenever he was willing to share what he knew, Ellie was there ready to soak it all up like a sponge. He was her role model in every way, and she would die for him – just like she knew he would for her.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" he asked, slinging an arm over her shoulders and steering her into the garage.

She elbowed him playfully in the ribs. "Wouldn't be much of a surprise then would it?" And just like that, her heart was full again. Not only was Chibs her closest blood kin, but the club had always been there for her as well – almost as much of a surrogate family to her as they had been to Chibs.

Even the dysfunctional ones, she thought amusedly as Tig caught sight of her. "Well fuck me," he said, coming over and smacking a kiss on her lips that lingered in typical Tig fashion.

She laughed and leaned in for a hug. "I'll pass, but thanks for the offer love."

"Ignore this pervert, Ellie," Piney said as he sauntered over and embraced her.

"I always do," she replied, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss the older man on his cheek. She looked around the garage and realized none of her other boys were here. Settling back in against Chibs' side, not ready to part from her brother just yet, she gestured towards the missing bikes. "Where are the rest of them?"

"Oh you know, doing some shit or another to get in trouble."

At the voice, Ellie turned and her eyes softened when she saw the Biker Queen. "Gemma." Walking over she hugged the woman who had mothered her in more ways than her own ever had. Sure, she was tough as nails and a right bitch sometimes, but Ellie knew that at the core of it all was the love she had for her family.

"Welcome home, baby," Gemma said.

"Thanks, glad to be back."

Chibs was over the moon to see his baby sister, and the implication of her words had him both hopeful and worried. "So you're staying then?" Of course he wanted her around, he had missed her painfully while she had been away at university hadn't he? But he also knew, in his bones, a shite storm was headed for the club, and he didn't want her in the middle of it. Which, knowing his Ellie, is right where she would put herself.

Ellie saw the war in her brother's eyes, but thought it was too early for his worry. She had just gotten home and she wanted to celebrate. Placing a hand on his arm, she gave him a reassuring smile. "That I am."

"Well do you have a place to stay?" Gemma asked.

Shaking her head, she sat on one of the stools in the garage, ignoring the way Tig's eyes followed as her shorts rode up her legs. "Not yet, figured I'd crash at Chibs' or rent a room until I do."

"Nonsense. You'll stay here until you can get your own place. We have a couple of rooms open in the clubhouse."

"Gemma, no, I'll not intrude here. You lot have more than me to worry about."

Gemma crossed her arms and raised a brow and the blonde. "Drop it." Looking over at Tig and Chibs she jerked her chin toward the apple red Jeep Liberty. "Why don't you boys grab her stuff." Ellie went to protest again but Gemma just grabbed her arm and led her towards the clubhouse. "You came home at a good time. There's a party tonight and I could use your help."

Sighing in defeat, she smiled and walked with her. One doesn't argue with Gemma Teller-Morrow once she sets her mind to something. "Of course, whatever you need." Once they opened the door to the club, Ellie nearly whimpered at the cool air that greeted her damp skin.

The Queen Bee walked behind the bar and poured them each a glass of whiskey. "Cheers, honey," Gemma said, before slamming back what was in her glass.

Ellie followed suit and smiled at the lovely burn that slid down her throat. After taking a moment to savor the taste, she looked at Gemma. "I'm just putting it out there, but I did just come back with a degree in business. If you need some help around the garage in the office, or even picking up shifts here in the bar, I wouldn't mind the work."

The girl had always had spirit, and she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty when she needed to. Gemma both respected and loved her as if she were her own, ever since she had followed Chibs here all those years ago. Despite his efforts to sway her from the life of the club, she had known what she wanted and had proven it many times over. Looking at her grinning face now, Gemma rolled her eyes before smirking. "First I give you a place to live; now I give you a job. I must be some kind of saint," she teased.

Ellie let out a squeal of joy before grabbing Gemma's shoulders and placing a kiss on her cheek. "The best kind of saint there is! Thank you, Gem. I'll earn my keep, I promise you that."

"You're damn right you will," she said, as the boys walked in with Ellie's duffle bags. "Put her in the room at the end. She and I have work to do."

Ellie followed Gemma into the kitchen where they began prepping food. With the dark haired beauty barking out orders, they worked together to prepare a feast for the horde of men that would fill the clubhouse before the night was over. As she carted beer to the bar, helped cook whatever Gemma had brewing, and made sure ashtrays were scattered throughout the place, she couldn't help but smile at the jitters that enveloped her stomach.

She was home.

Juice pulled into the lot with the rest of the guys, amped up from the day's activities. They had gone to Darby's to warn him to keep drugs out of Charming after hearing he might try selling in their town again – a warning that had gotten rather physical. Turning his Dyna off and removing his helmet, he cracked his neck before looking up at the sky. The sun was setting and people had already started arriving for one of their infamous parties. A couple of regular croweaters were already sauntering around, which suited him just fine. He could go for a good fuck right about now. They all walked in, some going for the bar and some heading for their rooms like himself. He could keep his OCD under control most of the time, but it had been hot today and he was absolutely gross, and it was starting to make him twitchy. He had to at least shower.

As he headed for his room, the door at the end of the hallway flew open and a blonde bombshell came flying out, making a beeline for the bar. Quirking his brow, his eyes followed her jean clad ass until she disappeared around the corner. Turning, he peered into the room she came from knowing damn well it was vacant. Women's clothing was scattered on the bed, and there was makeup on the dressers. Weird, he thought.

Ellie had just finished getting ready for the night when heard the rumble of bikes, bolting out into the bar and lighting up when she saw her boys. "Jax fucking Teller."

Upon hearing his name, he turned from the bar and couldn't help but drink her in. Her wavy blonde hair was longer than the last time he had seen her and it fell around her shoulders, shoulders that were more or less bare in a tight red tank top – left arm decorated with a full sleeve of ink. His eyes lingered at the cleavage she had exposed, and the sliver of skin exposed at her toned stomach. And those dark blue jeans would make any man drool – hugging her curvy hips and ass so tight he wasn't sure how she got in them; or how she'd get out of them... Her black heels boosted her 5'4" height slightly and made her legs look even more delicious. "Jesus, El, you're still drop dead gorgeous," he flirted, catching her as she launched herself at him.

"And I can still kick your arse if you gander at my tits like that again," she chuckled, hugging him tightly. She wasn't stupid, she had surrounded herself with men for as long as she could remember – she knew how to work them. But she also knew the love she and Jax had for each other was as platonic as hers and Chibs – well, almost.

"Don't want me looking, darling? Then don't put them out there." He laughed when she shoved him with a roll of her eyes.

"Chibs, why didn't you tell us this beauty was coming into town?" Bobby asked, giving Ellie a bear hug as she made her rounds greeting the others.

"'Cuz this little shite likes to keep things from me," he answered, pulling on a lock of her hair when she stood next to him.

Batting his hand away she fussed over her hair a moment to fix it. The after sex look wasn't an easy feat to master, after all, and she took pride that it came out nicely. "Oh come off it, you love when I surprise you."

They talked for a while, the boys wanting to hear about her boring ventures at school and she wanting to hear about their not so boring ventures while she was away – what they were willing to tell her anyway. The club began filling up and Ellie was about to go get something to drink when a voice stopped her.

"When did we start housing croweaters?"

Her brows shot up at the insult as she spun on her heel to face the man; and stopped short when she saw him. The Puerto Rican had a shaved mohawk that was framed by what looked like tribal signs on either side of his head. His muscled arms were littered with tattoos, some of them disappearing beneath the sleeve of an ungodly tight black t-shirt that lay beneath his cut. His cargo pants hung sexily on his hips. The cherry on top was his gorgeous chiseled face – high cheek bones and dark eyes. He was stunning. But the pure feminine flutter in her gut at the sight of him didn't mean she would excuse his rude comment. "The fuck did you just say?"

She heard a chuckle behind her before an arm was draped over her shoulder. "Juicey boy, you're mouth is gonna get you into serious trouble one of these days. This here is my baby sister, Eleanor."

Oh shit. He could tell by the look on her face that she was not only sizing him up, but insulted as well. Her honey colored eyes that popped against the dark makeup she had on were honed onto him. She was so far out of his league beautiful, and he had just pissed her off. He had heard the guys talk about Ellie in passing every now and then, but he couldn't believe this goddess in front of him could be related to Chibs. He decided to try to salvage this awkward encounter with humor before he fucked it up even more.

"No way are you related to his ugly mug," he said, trying to save his skin.

She stared at him a moment longer, but decided he was too damn cute to be pissed at. Plus, she knew with the way she was dressed it wasn't all that shocking to have been mistaken for one of the other girls sashaying around the club.

When a smirk parted her lips, he stared in awe at how her beauty seemed to double. She glanced up at Chibs. "I know, it's a wonder to us all," she said, winking at him. Turning back to the one in front of her, she held out her hand and gave him her killer smile. "Please, call me Ellie. He's the only one allowed to use my full name."

Taking her hand in his, he clenched his jaw as an image of what those soft hands would feel like elsewhere. "Juice."

She nodded before she got distracted by Opie walking in the club and walked off to greet him. Watching her move through the throngs of people already partying, he felt like he was watching a fairy. An incredibly sexy fairy. An incredibly sexy fairy with an incredible ass.

"You better watch your eyes, Juicey. I'd hate to have to kill you," Chibs warned, watching as he gawked after his sister. He knew she could handle herself, but he couldn't pass up an opportunity to mess with his brother. Plus, the others knew she was off limits. He'd be sure Juice knew as well. She deserved more than the life any of them could give her.

Feeling awkward, Juice rolled his eyes and went for the alcohol. He had a feeling this was going to be a long night.

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She didn't even know what time it was, just that she was having a ball. She had a good buzz going as she sunk the eight ball, winning her current game of pool against Tig. She stuffed the money they had bet in her back pocket, shamelessly. "Sweetheart, you're too easy. All I had to do was pull my tank down a little, give the girls a shake, and the game was mine," she taunted.

He looked at her, devious smirk in place. "Does it look like I'm mad about it?"

She threw her head back and laughed, skirting around him when he tried to get closer. "No, I suppose not." She started to walk away when she saw the President of the club exit church with Bobby. "Good luck on your next round, though," she said, winking at him. "Clay!" she called over the music.

The large, and slightly intimidating man, looked up and gave her a grin. "There she is," he purred, leaning down to give her a hug. "Welcome back, El."

"I hope its okay with you, Gemma said I could crash here until I'm able to get my feet under me," she told him, hoping he'd be okay with it. Gemma was the Queen, but Clay was still the King. She didn't want to step on any toes.

Clay chuckled as he lit a cigar. "There is no telling that woman no," he said, earning a chuckle from her as well. "Yeah, you're more than welcome, kid. Now go enjoy the party, I've got a wife to find."

Nodding, she spotted the door and tried to make her way to it. It was getting rather warm in the club and she needed air. Getting stopped here and there along the way to say hi or take a shot, she tried to keep it together as her anxiety threatened to boil over. She did well in crowds, loved them actually - loved feeding off of the energy of people. Especially with these kinds of rowdy crowds. The sweetbutts and croweaters didn't bother her, the rough-around-the-edges bikers never scared her, and the loud music never gave her headaches. But it had been a long time since she had been in such an atmosphere, and after playing pool for a couple of games, stuck in the corner of a hot and stuffy bar, she needed to take a breather. She scanned the bar to see if she could spot Chibs – he always knew how to calm her down best – but he was nowhere to be seen.

Door, door, door.

A sweetbutt she barely recognized grabbed her right before she made it to her escape to give her a hug, saying how it was nice to see her again. She smiled, nodding, and was able to pull away, only to turn around and run straight into Juice. Stumbling in her heels, he reached out to steady her and succeeded in pulling her flush against him. The door behind him hadn't closed fully, and she was grateful for the quick breath of fresh air, though she suddenly felt as if she didn't need it anymore. His hands were cool from being outside, and they rested on the flushed exposed skin at her hips. Her hands were resting on his well defined pecs which she could feel through his shirt and she had to look up to meet his eyes.

"Uhm, sorry about that," she muttered, no longer feeling anxious but instead slightly dazed. The lighting was dim but she watched as his eyes flickered down to her lips when she spoke, making her heart skip.

"No problem," he responded, and she felt his thumbs begin making small circle against her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Led by alcohol, she let her nails graze down his torso and felt the muscles there twitch under her touch. She had a fleeting moment of feeling drunk with power, before he suddenly pulled away from her and dropped his arms. Hands feeling empty now, he reached to the back of his neck and scratched nervously. "See ya."

She watched as he made his way into the crowd, and took a deep breath. He could spell trouble for her, but then again, she always did like trouble. Smiling to herself, she headed outside to light her cig, remembering the way his fingers had felt on her. This could be fun.

Sleep wanted nothing to do with her. She lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, and just couldn't turn her mind off. She was exhausted, to be sure, but it had been a full day and her brain was hell bent on replaying every moment. She had learned that Jaxie was going to be a father soon which they had celebrated with a shot, she had met the new prospect – a sweet kid they called Half-Sac – and had to defend him with the guys started picking on him, and she got to watch a few good fights in the ring.

She got to spend time with and catch up with her big brother, hear about some of the adventures he had been through the past couple of years. She got to see a recent picture of her niece Kerrianne, who was growing up way too fast and making Ellie feel way too old. She got to look into her brother's eyes and feel at peace for the first time in a long time.

Not to mention she got to meet the newest patched member of the club – Juice. Sitting up in bed, she ran her hands through her hair on a goran. She had gawked at him all night, subtly of course, and it left her frustrated. Both physically and mentally. She hadn't gawked at a man in centuries. But Christ, when that man smiled, it lit up his entire face and made her stomach flip.

"Alright, that's bloody enough," she scolded herself. Throwing on a pair of yoga shorts and tossing her mane of hair into a messy bun, she needed to move. Moving would help settle her mind. Glancing at the clock on her dresser she saw that it was just after four. Who knew what she would see out in the club at this hour, but it was better than sitting in here driving herself mad. Sure enough, as she walked out, she couldn't help but chuckle at the scene in front of her. Some things never change. People were sprawled out everywhere – some passed out in precarious or uncomfortable positions, and most in various states of undress. Deciding she wanted a bottle of water, she walked over the bar and grimaced at the large man strewn across the wood.

Juice watched as she perched up on her tip toes to reach over the man and grab a bottle of water – admiring the way her oversized t-shirt moved with her and exposed her barely covered backside. He took particular interest at the ink that laced up her thigh and disappeared under shorts. Once she obtained what she was after, she smiled victoriously.

"You know you could have just walked around," he said lowly.

Ellie nearly jumped out of her skin. In the dim light she hadn't seen him sitting on the couch that was surprisingly vacant of anyone else. Heart racing, she pressed a hand to her chest and shot him a glare. "You scare the shite out of me, arse hole." She flipped him the bird when he chuckled, until she saw him pick up the joint that had been on the table. She gasped and danced over the unconscious bodies to stand in front of him. "I take it back," she said, smiling innocently. "May I?"

It took him a moment to tear his eyes away from her toned legs that were bare and now right in front of him, before he nodded to the seat next to him and passed her what she was after. She took a hit before passing it back, smiling contently as she blew out the smoke. "You're a gem, you have no idea how much it helps," she told him.

Relaxing a little as he watched her nestle into the couch, he quirked a brow. "Helps what?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh," she said, realizing she must sound like a loon. "Anxiety," she explained with a shrug. "It's a royal pain sometimes, especially when it keeps me from sleeping. Either have to walk it off or smoke it away when its got me this wound up."

"Yeah I get that," he sympathized, nodding before taking a hit and passing it back to her.

Ellie noticed his knee bouncing slightly and cocked her head to the side. "What's your demon?" she questioned, jerking her chin towards his twitchy leg when he looked at her confused. "You're not up at this ungodly hour by yourself for fun I imagine."

He felt slightly embarrassed that she called him out on it and tried to shrug it off. "ADD," he responded simply. Just a few hours ago he thought he had fucked up any chance he had at even talking to her, and now here she was sitting on the disgusting couch smoking with him. Who the hell was this girl?

"Aye, that's a right bitch I hear."When he shook his head at wanting anymore, Ellie placed the joint on the table. Looking back up at him she smiled. "Well aren't we the lucky ones?"

He couldn't help but return her smile and chuckle slightly. She didn't make fun of or laugh at one of the things he hated most about himself, and he found himself liking more than just her looks. She had been a goddamn knockout that night, fitting right in with everyone and making every guy's head turn. She wasn't like the croweaters that had to walk around half naked to get attention, it had been the total package – her easy laugh, friendly demeanor, and snappy attitude. But now? Now it was just the two of them and she wasn't as dolled up as she had been. While he hadn't changed, she had gotten comfortable and was now looking at him like he was the only one she cared about in that moment.

Folding her legs under her, she pursed her lips. "So, Juice, how long have you been with the Sons?"

Most nice girls wouldn't want to know about his club and most sweetbutts or croweaters were too busy trying to get in his pants to give a shit. Smiling he was excited to talk to someone outside of the club about his new family. "A little over three years now."

"Ah, so they prospected you in right after I left. You're not from Charming though, I'd remember you," she flirted. He was compelling to her, and she had never been afraid of being bold. Plus, she couldn't help it when he kept giving her that goddamn smile.

"No, originally from Queens. Moved to Cali a couple years before Jax picked me up and I came here. I'm good with computers and he needed me to hack some things for him." She was watching him, listening with undivided attention. It encouraged him to keep talking knowing she seemed genuinely interested. "Jax wanted to introduce the guys to the 21st century and thought I'd be a good fit. I've never had much in the way of a strong supportive family, so the club means everything to me now."

She nodded. "This lot has stronger ties to each other than most related by blood. I don't talk to the rest of my family much, just Chibs. I know how much they mean to me, but it's different for you guys. You have to rely on each other, watch each other's backs." He stared at her in awe. She understood. "You all have and would do unspeakable things for each other. Even if I'm not allowed to know about them all," she teased.

"You wouldn't want to know," he told her honestly.

Her brows furrowed. "Why? Because I'm a girl?"

He was afraid if she knew half of the stuff he's done since being with the club she wouldn't look at him the same way she had been. "It's not pretty, Ellie."

She scoffed. "Don't you lecture me on not pretty, boyo. I'll have you know I've seen my fair share of ugly, thank you very much."

His brow raised. "Like what?"

Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was just how comfortable she felt with him. But she felt like she had something to prove now. She didn't like it when people belittled her or her experiences – not that that's what he was doing now. She knew he was just trying to protect her, but she could bloody protect herself. "Killing," she said simply, raising her chin defiantly. When his eyes widened in surprise, she suddenly realized what she had revealed. Not many knew about that…

"You've killed someone?" He couldn't believe it. This dark fairy princess couldn't have blood on her hands, there was no way.

She glanced around nervously, feeling exposed. Giving a nod, she answered him. "Aye." She wasn't ashamed of it, but she was afraid of what he'd think of her now. Fiddling with her hair, she avoided making eye contact. "Old boyfriend. Broke up with him and he wasn't very happy about that. Thought he could try to convince me to stay, but the prick wasn't exactly a gentleman."

Suddenly Juice hoped this story wasn't going where he thought it was. His hands clenched into fists in his lap as a blinding rage consumed him.

"Thought he could put his hands on me, get forceful." She stopped and looked up into his eyes, a fierce fire burning in them. "He was wrong."

"Good." He shifted in an attempt to calm himself down. "Hope you gave that fucker what he deserved."

Ellie stared at him a moment, taken aback. She had just met this guy, and he looked as if he wanted to raise Andrew from the dead and kill him all over again. Just for her. It touched her in a way she hadn't expected and made her heart flutter in her chest. She leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his cheek before pulling away, a small smile gracing her lips. "Don't worry. He did."

Fuck. He was clenching his fists for a whole different reason now. She had to stop touching him, it was starting to driving him crazy. As she pulled away he caught the scent of lavender, vanilla, and weed. It made his cock twitch.

The sense of power threatened to creep back to her as she watched his gaze darken. The gesture had been innocent enough, but it seemed to have an entirely different effect on Juice. "Nobody touches me unless I'm okay with it," she started. Glancing down, she bit her lip as she grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her naked thigh. "Like this."

Jesus, she was so soft and so goddamn tempting. He couldn't help but flex his hand around the muscle he felt there, making her breath catch in her throat. His calloused fingers scraped against her skin as she watched them dance over her tattoo, sending heat straight to her core. He wanted to pick her up and place her in his lap, devour her mouth as he made sure she felt how hard she was making him. Tearing his gaze away from the milky skin of her thigh, he looked up at her face and suddenly remembered who she was.

You can't fuck Chibs' sister you jackass, he thought, abruptly pulling his hand back.

She felt flustered, thinking it was probably for the best that he seemed almost afraid every time he had touched her so far. Her heart was racing and she so desperately wanted him to just keep touching her. Shaking her head, she tried to come back to reality. "Sorry," she apologized sheepishly. "I get handsy when I'm high."

He shook his head and ran a hand over his mohawk. "Don't worry about it. Uhm, tell me about Scotland. I've heard its awesome there." It felt lame even to his own ears and he was grateful for the dim lighting so she couldn't see him blush. He was such a dumbass.

She giggled at his attempt to change the subject, but considered it a feat that he wasn't trying to leave her. Sighing, she began telling him about her home land, and eventually falling into easy conversation. The conversation jumped from this to that, and she found herself quite liking the newest member of the club.

Ellie woke to the sound of a bottle hitting the floor as someone shifted somewhere in the club. She went to stretch when she realized she was being caged in by two strong arms. Shit, she thought. They must have dozed off at some point and she somehow wound up draped across Juice's torso. At least she hoped it was Juice. When a flutter of panic rose began to rise in her gut, she craned her neck up to look at his face and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his gorgeous face. Smiling, she studied him a moment. His mouth was parted slightly and she could feel his deep breaths beneath her. Not knowing what time it was and not really caring – seeing as a majority or the partygoers were still passed out around the club – she snuggled back in.

Juice felt her stirring and woke, not at all upset about the position he found himself in. If she didn't want to get up, who the hell was he to argue? Sure he wouldn't touch her when it risked getting sexual, but this was innocent enough, right? He hadn't just held a woman in years. Never wanted to really since he'd been with the club, and never really had the chance even before that. But Ellie felt good, felt right, in his arms. And without the weed in his system he could just breather her in without getting turned on… well, that turned on. He couldn't remember the last time he had just talked with someone like he had with her last night. Had he ever? Not wanting to think about it, he tried to turn his brain off and just enjoy having her pressed against him. She had him smiling when he didn't even realize it.

Until…

"What in the bleeding hell is this?!"

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