AN: Alrighty then so this is a OC/Juice story that I came up with because my little sister wanted it! She loves Juice and some of the things were coming out of her mouth while watching SOA, so I thought this would be friggin hilarious. I don't know exactly what I'm doing yet, but this is for you Tess. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Technically I own nothing, but right now I'll go with I own my OC
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Tessa stretched out along the bed, the other side was cold. She frowned, eyes still closed as her hand wandered to where Juice should be. She looked so young to be 21 and that was what drew Juice to her. That and he loved playing with her mid back length chestnut colored hair. Her eyes popped open and she groaned. The sun was blinding her and her old man was nowhere to be found.
"Juice?" she called out, her tank top falling back into place as she sat up. She stood and made her way into the kitchen to see if he had at least made coffee before he left. She wasn't really worried. She knew Juice was slept abnormal hours for the club and she had no qualms about it. She loved having him as part of the club. She loved riding with him, either on her Sportster or behind him. He always teased her about having it custom painted forest green, but when she got the tattoo for him, he painted a crow on her gas tank. She had absolutely loved it and proved that to him all through the night.
Tessa frowned as she saw the coffee pot was empty, but empty beer bottles were sitting on the dining room table. She slipped on her flip flops and headed outside in her short shorts and tank top. She knew Juice would kill her if he saw her only because every other man would look at her breasts or ass.
"Tess, go back inside" Tig said over Juice's shoulder. She frowned when she didn't see his cut on him. As he turned around, she gasped and looked him over. His face was bloody and bruised and his lip was cut.
"What the hell happened?" she asked, ignoring Tig's remark. Juice smiled at her softly as she traced his face with her hands. He pulled her flush against him and kissed her senseless. Tig cleared his throat and Tessa's middle finger saluted him. He scoffed and yelled for Juice to call him later as he took off, leaving the couple making out in front of the apartment building.
"My cut was taken from me" he responded. Tessa pulled back.
"What?"
"We were selling drugs and two Mayan prospects came and beat the shit out of me and took my cut" he explained. Tessa pulled out of his arms.
"What a moron" she said. Juice sighed. It was all he had heard about from the guys all day and now his old lady was going to jump on the 'gang up on Juice' train. Where was the justice in that?
"Oh come on, it's not like I wanted them to jump me" he said as they went inside.
"No, but you are Mr. Big bad… gun wielding guy! Couldn't you have shot them?" she asked as she smiled and waved to one of their neighbors. Juice shook his head as he smiled as well, both ignoring the glances and worried looks they were getting from the elderly woman.
"No cause SAMCRO doesn't need two more murders on our hands, plus the fact that would start a war with the Mayans, and baby" Juice stopped her and looked her straight in the eye, "they would go after you first." Tessa nodded and leaned forward to kiss him.
"I know, but that's why I have Georgie" she said. Juice rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe she had named her gun Georgie. He pulled her forward and into the apartment, shutting the door closed and locked it. As tough as she was, and even with Georgie, he would always worry about her safety, just like Clay would always worry about Gemma. "There's something I want to show you" Tessa said as she walked into the bedroom. Juice gulped as he saw her shadows move to take her top off. He grinned and followed after her.
"What?" Juice asked as he walked in the room. Tessa was in the bathroom, her tank and shorts lying at the foot of the bed and her drawers still partially open.
"We're going for a ride!" she said as she came out dressed in jeans and a long sleeve see through shirt. Juice growled. "Relax Sparky, I'm putting my sweatshirt on" she said, grabbing her favorite black Bob Marley sweatshirt. Juice rolled his shoulders as he watched her slide it over her head.
"Where are we going?" he asked as they left the apartment, Tessa's black converse were in her hands. "Why don't you put your shoes on before we leave?" he asked as she hobbled around trying to put them on.
"It takes too long" she responded. Juice rolled his eyes but caught her arms to steady her so she could get her shoes on faster. Juice smirked as she set her foot on the hood of one of their neighbor's cars to tie them up. Once she was finished, she pulled them over to the bikes and got on hers, sliding her helmet on.
"Where are we going?" he yelled over the roar of the bikes as they kicked to life.
"You'll see" she said as she pushed off, navigating her bike out of the parking lot, Juice close behind her on his. She smirked over her shoulder. He was going to love this.
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AN: Well… that was unexpected, but I didn't know what to do. Cassie said no M stuff first chapter, so second chapter will probably have it! Woot! Alrighty then, thanks for reading now please review!
