Author Note: Hello my darlings, I know you're probably like when is she going to finish her other stories…In due time chere…I watched SOA on Tuesday. Holy shit is it heavy. So I wanted to write a fun little fic that has nothing to do with the Irish. So of course, I had to write it with my two favorite HBICs Lonnie and Nadia. So I hope you enjoy. This won't be a long fic but entertaining all the same.

The Lock In

Charming, CA

His body was drenched with sweat as his body tried to cool itself off. The sweat made his naked body glisten as the strong muscles contracted trying to regain a steady pace of breathing. He watched her come back into their bedroom naked as the days were long with a glass of wine in one hand and her cell phone in the other. She sat the glass of wine on the window sill. She had her back to him as she faced the windows that had the blinds open. He could see that she was very sweaty as well, the sweat made the spider lily tattoo glisten. She tilted her head to one side, making her glossy hair fall to one side of her back.

"What are you doing?" he asked still trying to breath.

She sat the phone down turning back towards him. "It's called texting, old man." She said cunningly.

He laughed with a slight grin "Aint that against our lock in rules? The rules you established." He said getting off the bed.

She watched him with anticipation of what was to come. "Right, the rules." They had established a day of being locked in the house at least once a month. Only the two of them. No children. No work. No cell phones.

He gripped her waist as she leaned in pressing her full breast against his chest. "You know I have to punish you, right? Who were texting, Princess?" he asked looking into those eyes that were filled with laughter.

She picked up the glass of red wine, drinking it leisurely. He took the glass out of her hand, chugging it down in one gulp. Placing the overpriced glass a safe distance, as he lifted her onto the window sill. "I'm waiting" he said, his breath tickling her damp cheek. Up close, he could see that her hair was still damp from the past rounds of quality time.

"My girlfriend." She said running her tongue over her teeth.

"Trying to be cute?"

"How do you know I don't want to be punished?" she asked lifting an eyebrow. "Besides I'm not cute, cute is for puppies. I'm beautiful at least that's what she says." She bantered on.

He didn't like the idea of her lavishing affection on anyone else but the way she was talking was making him hard. "I'm gonna fuck you harder than any bitch could. You ready for your punishment?"

"Don't go soft on me, Sunshine. I've a been a bad girl and I want you to punish me properly. If you've got anymore energy. Have I worn you out, babe?" She taunted.

He traced her lips with his index finger "those pretty little lips are talking a lot of shit. What happens if I shove something in that mouth of yours?"

She wrapped her legs around his waist tighter "Don't tease me."

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The metal shelf was cold against Lonnie's backside as she tightened her legs around Juice's waist. Her left hand gripped the rod, her right arm was wrapped around his neck. His lips nibbled at her shoulder as their hips met rhythmically. A loud moan escaped Juice's lips, Lonnie covered it with her mouth.

He was always loud when they had sex. She normally loved it. At her job…not so much. This was not how she was suppose to spend her night. Well not originally. Juice showed up while she was working on a prosthetic arm when Juice showed up with food. Deciding to keep her company. Before she knew it they were making out like two teenagers. Lonnie will be the first to admit it, it was definitely her who started this.

Juice had simply finished it. As always Lonnie seemed to blink and her clothes were off when it came to Carlos. They ended up in the supply closet. Juice with his jeans and boxers around his ankles.

He smiled at her "Working those kegals, I like it." he said huskily.

The ringing of her phone made her groan. "Put me down, babe." she moaned in annoyance at the interruption.

"Hell no, we're finishing this." he growled into the nook of her neck. He tightened his grip on her. He speed up the pace, knowing his girlfriend…she would say fuck whatever was going on and just fuck him.

Lonnie cried out his name as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Juice smiled; covering her lips with his own. He did love bringing her dinner.

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She shrieked as he bit down drawing blood. Her hands gripped the scarves that were fastened to her wrist connected to the bed post. She looked down at her left breast as he looked up at her. His flesh was pressed to hers, his hard on pressing against her inner thigh.

"Who did you text, Princess?" he asked.

"If I confess will you stop?" she asked.

He knew what she was doing and smirked "I promise I won't."

She giggled "Then I'll share. I thought it would be nice to bring Carlos and Leona with us this weekend."

"Now was that so hard?" he asked licking the circle around her nipple.

She smiled wide "Nothing in life should be easy; except laying your spouse. So you better get back to doing that biker boy." She said feeling Goosebumps.

After over a decade of marriage his wife still made him harder than anyone who'd ever layed underneath him. Tied up or otherwise.

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Juice watched as Lonnie fixed herself in the mirror. She started to grow her hair out which was annoying to her because now she had to constantly keep the maintenance that came with it. He was sitting in her desk chair and pressed the button on her phone.

"Babe, Nadia text you." he said.

Lonnie turned to face him straightened her black shirt in her short denim skirt. She looked at him quizzically "Interesting."

Juice patted his lap, which she obliged by sitting on it taking her phone from his hand and punching in her password. "She's invited us to Texas for the weekend. Can we go?" she asked.

He kissed the side of her temple "Only if you want. I'm sure I can get someone to cover for me."

Lonnie shook excitedly "Cool, wait! Those tickets are going to be crazy expensive." she said her excitement deflating.

Juice laughed at her naivety, "Lonnie, we were invited by Nadia Tavare. There are no plan tickets." he explained.

Lonnie got up, turning to straddle him, throwing her arms around his neck. Their forehead pressed as she planted little kisses on the tip of his nose. Juice place his flat palm against the small of her back.

"I forgot that she's all fancy." she mused.

"Anything dealing with Nadia is fun. Just one thing. Don't try to out drink her. It always ends up badly." he said all the laughter going out of his eyes.

Lonnie tilted her head to the side "That bad, huh?"

"You have no idea."

"Don't worry, Tara told me her horror story." Lonnie informed him.

"Another thing, why'd you put the skirt back on?" he asked unbuttoning it.

"My boyfriend wouldn't like me fucking some biker. This is just in case he decides to show up." she answer.

Juice squeezed her ass hard, causing Lonnie to arch into him. "I'll beat the motherfucker up when he shows up. Plus I locked the door when I came in."

Lonnie laughed "So we're locked in? I guess I could take off this skirt then." she said sweetly.

He nibbled her lower lip "You better before I rip it to shreds."

Lonnie threw all her weight on Lonnie as she dominated the kiss. The chair tipped over backwards. The couple went into a fit of laughter as Juice rolled them over keeping his lips on his girlfriend's. Lonnie didn't shimmy out of the skirt quick enough for Juice. He hiked them up to her navel, entering her hard and fast.

Lonnie had to put her hand over her mouth to stop from crying out his name. She did enjoy the lock in.