Hey guys! I'm back with a follow up to "Cookies and Bath Time". This is actually set before that story so it's more of a prequel. I've got a follow up to this one in the works as well so hopefully it won't take me as long to finish that one. Let me know what you guys think. This is chock full of fluff and smut. I can't seem to help it where Juice is concerned. :) Enjoy!

He was going away. For a whole week. The club was headed out on a run to Arizona and Juice, along with his brothers, were going. He hated leaving Marisa. They'd been together ten months and while he hadn't officially moved in, her place was home. He'd unexpectedly fallen for this woman. Everything about her he obsessed over. Her long raven hair, her dark eyes that matched, her full lips, the curve of her ass, the roundness of her breasts, the faint line of freckles along her caramel colored cheek, her need to write everything down, her use of the word fuck, her smile. Everything. It was nearly nauseating how much he cared for her, but he'd quickly learned that he wouldn't have it any other way.

He watched as she packed his bag for him from his spot on the bed, laptop resting in his lap. She looked sullen, a slight pout to her lips. His own lips curved into a smile at her attitude. They'd be heading out tomorrow afternoon and while she understood it, she didn't like it. She didn't ask questions about the club, not detailed ones. She knew every task and run held an element of danger or a chance at getting caught. He hated putting her through that, but that's who he was. He was a Son, a member of SAMCRO and it was his duty as such. They'd had "the talk" plenty of times in reference to the club. She hated it, fought with him about it until they were both blue in the face, threatened to leave him, but in the end they couldn't resist the pull towards one another. He hated putting her through it and she hated being put through it, but it was the only option they had. She was too stubborn to leave and he was too selfish to let her go.

"Juice…" His name being called pulled him from his thoughts as he looked up at his girlfriend. She was watching him, a wide smile adorning her face. "What's got you thinking so hard baby?" She asked as she continued to fold clothes into his bag. He shrugged, but returned the smile.

"Nothin'…just don't wanna leave you." And that was the truth. He'd been on runs before while with Marisa. He didn't remember it being this difficult. She stayed busy with her job at the hospital while he was away, but it seemed it was becoming harder to leave each other. It only cemented the fact that he was deeper into this than he'd originally thought.

Her eyes sparkled in a way that made his heart race. She bit her lip and moved a long strand of hair behind her ear as she started to move away from the bed. He watched her curiously, waiting to see where she was headed and what that mischievous look was for.

"I've got a present for you." She declared softly. He swore he heard her voice take on a sultry tone and he instantly sat up straighter against the headboard. His eyes followed her body like a hawk as she moved to the dresser and pulled open the top drawer. He knew that drawer. Had spent plenty of time going through it. It was her underwear drawer. Excitement pulsed through his skin, though he wasn't sure why. She could've hidden anything in there. But when he saw her pull a scrap of black lace from the drawer, he knew his excitement was justified.

"These…" She held the tiny pair of panties up as she moved back over to the bed. "…these are for you to take with you to Arizona." She twirled the fabric on her finger as she moved onto the bed. Juice immediately moved the laptop to the nightstand as Marisa occupied the spot in his lap. A smile still tugged at her lips as she settled herself on his lap…his crotch to be more specific. His hands instantly moved to her hips, the silkiness of her black nightie feeling glorious under his calloused fingers.

"Really?" He asked with his own smirk. She nodded as she bit her lip; a gesture she knew drove him crazy.

"So you won't be tempted while you're away." She said it in a playful tone, but he still felt the sting of guilt hit him. It had been early in their relationship when he'd taken advantage of the "run rules" and got his dick sucked by a sweet butt. He'd felt insanely guilt, not understanding the emotion until he'd gotten home and saw Marisa. He'd come clean and she'd given him a verbal lashing that felt worse than any physical beating he could've received. He'd messed up once, nearly lost her, he wasn't going to do it again.

"Never." He stated simply. His eyes bore into hers, relaying the seriousness of his answer. Her hips rolled across his lap and he growled at the friction. Her laughter filled the room and he couldn't help but smile in return.

"I know baby." She kissed him. It was sweet and loving. It was perfect.

He made a move to grab the panties she still held clutched in her hand, but she pulled them out of reach. He raised an eyebrow in question and she leaned closer, lips nearly touching his.

"These aren't just any pair of panties." She said huskily. He shivered, his fingers digging in to the flesh of her rounded hips.

"They aren't?" He questioned, trying to keep his voice level. Her smell and the proximity of her breasts to his face were making it increasingly difficult for him to focus on why her panties were so special.

"Nope." She popped the word from her glorious lips and he instantly pressed his mouth to hers. She rolled her hips again and he bucked his up in return. He felt her hand graze his bare chest before her nails dragged against his abdomen. His hands tangled in her hair. It smelled like lilacs. A scent that always reminded him of her.

She pulled away first, her teeth nibbling at his bottom lip playfully. "These…" She started to say again, referencing the lace dangling from her fingertips. "…these panties are a pair I wore today."

"Yeah?" He asked breathlessly. He was literally hanging off her every word. He couldn't help it. Didn't think he wanted to either. His girl knew how to rile him up. She was doing a grade A job of it right now.

"Yep…and do you know what I was doing while I was wearing them?" She asked, innocence dripping from her words though he knew better.

"What?" He breathed, letting his head finally fall into her chest. He inhaled her scent, nipped at the cleavage exposed, relished in the shiver he caused in her. He felt her shift and move her mouth by his ear, her breath hot on his neck.

"I touched myself…got myself off thinking of you." Her voice was raspy and hungry with lust. He rubbed himself against her, wanting her to feel the effect her statement had on his body. He could almost feel himself ready to get off just from the words alone. A low whimper left her lips at his movements and he dug his fingers into her hips, knowing he'd be leaving bruises.

"Shit baby…" He cursed as he struggled to wrangle himself in. She felt too good against him. Her skin was soft and heated with desire, her breathing increasing with their caresses. His mind was clouded with lust for her and only her.

They continued to move against each other, lips and hands roaming over flesh. He could feel her heat through his sweats and he thrust upwards to meet her. A breathless moan passed her lips and he watched as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Without preamble, Juice moved them so that she now lay under him, her legs automatically wrapping around his body. Her dark eyes were bleeding with lust as she smiled up at him. He caught her lips in a primal kiss as teeth and tongues clashed. His hands gripped her breasts through the thin silk. He could feel her nipples instantly harden and he pushed his hips into her to signal his approval. Her hands roamed along his back, her nails dragging across the flesh. She was marking him. He growled low in his throat as pain pierced his senses. The sensation melted into pleasure, making him pull away from her lips and suck ferociously on the flesh of her neck.

His fingers moved her thin straps down her shoulders and past her breasts, exposing her to his eager eyes. His mouth feasted on the flesh, biting and soothing the area with his tongue. Red splotches marred her tan skin across each breast. He was marking her now. Her hips bucked up into his and the unexpected action caused him to bite down on her nipple.

"Juice…" She half moaned, half whined. She squirmed beneath him and he immediately lapped at her nipple in apology. Her nails scraped over his head, sending shivers down his spine. Her hands moved lower until she hit the waistband of his sweats. A dainty finger ran up his erect cock teasingly and he jerked in response. Suddenly, her hands were on his chest and pushing him off and onto his back. His head was muddled with desire and it took him a moment to clear it. Marisa moved on top of him. She was naked now, having thrown the silk fabric over her head and across the room. She was smiling devilishly at him as she let her fingers dance along the waistband of his pants.

"This belongs to me, doesn't it baby?" She purred at him as her palm swept over his dick. He jerked again and tried to focus on not coming in his pants.

"Fuck yeah…" He answered as she started rubbing a slow hand up and down his throbbing cock. She laughed lightly and finally moved her hands back to the tops of his sweats. Her fingers curled under the fabric, pulling it down and off his legs. His skin felt like it was on fire as her dark eyes swept over him. He struggled to keep his eyes open and watch as she stroked him. Her actions were slow, nearly lazy in speed as she ran her hand over the hardened flesh. He clenched his jaw when he felt her lips start to suck on the tip, her tongue hungrily licking at the liquid there.

"Jesus!" Her other hand suddenly caressed his balls and he jumped at the contact. His hands tangled in her hair as she moved her lips lower, taking all of him in. He felt himself hit the back of her throat and she stayed motionless as he tried not to thrust upwards. She sucked on him as she pulled her head back and then let her tongue lick the length of him. She was still moving at a frustratingly slow speed and he could feel a sheen of sweat start to rise on his skin.

"Marisa…you gotta go faster baby…I can't…" He didn't finish his sentence. He was too delirious with pleasure to care. She smiled up at him and with a quirk of her eyebrow she gave in to his request. Juice gripped her hair and the bed sheets as she licked, nipped, and sucked with increased vigor. Her head was bobbing much faster now and he could feel her throat muscles tighten around him. He felt that familiar fire in his belly, but he fought against it. Her teeth scraped against him and he shuddered, locking her head down on his dick as he thrust. He wanted to come, but not in her mouth, not tonight. Tonight he wanted to bury himself deep inside her. He wanted her to feel him there for days after.

She pulled her mouth from him as her hands continued to move up and down against his flesh. He pulled her lips to his in a ravenous kiss, letting his hands roam down to the center of her thighs. She moaned against his mouth as he grazed a finger against her wet folds. She was ready for him…wanted him. He could feel it, smell it, and now he wanted to taste it.

Juice quickly rolled them over once again so he hovered over Marisa. She was breathless and he couldn't stop his eyes from fixating on her heaving breasts. He moved down her body, nipping at the tender flesh of her already marked skin. Her legs opened without his need to ask for permission and he settled himself there. He didn't need to work her up. Marisa was ready and so he wasted no time in putting his lips to her glistening ones. He loved tasting her, loved the flavor of her. It was all for him.

"Oh…" Her moans filled the room as he licked at her sensitive flesh. Her hips bucked from the bed and he put a hand down on her stomach to keep her still. He added his fingers as he spread her and let his tongue dive into her heat. He could feel her thighs clench around his head and her body shudder as she pushed down on his tongue. Her hands ran over his head, nails biting into his scalp.

"Juice…" His name poured from her lips breathlessly. It was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard and he never wanted her to stop.

"You taste so good baby." He licked her from top to bottom to accentuate his words and she immediately locked his head between her thighs, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. "Say it again." He demanded softly and he knew he wouldn't have to elaborate for her.

"Juice." She breathed as she fondled her breasts. He watched from his spot between her legs and he could sense her body readying itself for release. He moved his mouth over her faster and sucked harder as his fingers scraped against her inner walls. He could feel her muscles clench and then spasm around him as her entire body locked up. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she rode out the effects of her orgasm, gasping and moaning in delirious pleasure. Her body hummed with energy and heat as she struggled to control her breathing.

He moved back up her body, immediately seizing her in a kiss. He let his tongue tangle with hers, letting her taste herself on him. His dick was throbbing with the need for a release and he rubbed against her desperately. Low moans and whimpers poured from Marisa's lips as he situated himself at her entrance, teasing her still sensitive core with his arousal. In a single slow thrust, Juice was inside her. She gasped and he groaned as they joined together. He could feel her pulsing around him, drawing him in deeper. His head rested on her collarbone as he waited for the overwhelming sensation of her surrounding him to pass. Her legs locked around his waist, trapping him against her and he took that as his cue to move.

He moved slowly, not in any rush to fall over the edge. He lifted his head and looked down at Marisa, engraining everything about her in this moment to memory. Her eyes were hooded and dark with desire, her lips parted as moans fell from them, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as she writhed below him. He continued to thrust unhurried and deep and when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her, he felt her walls clutch him.

"Shit baby…" He growled as he struggled to not let it end yet. Her nails dug into his back as she bucked her hips upwards, meeting his.

"Faster Juice, please…" Her words were husky and they sent a shudder down his spine. He couldn't deny her; he never could.

He picked up the pace, watching her the whole time as he did. Her eyes shut against the pleasure and her head was thrown back against the pillows. "Look at me Marisa." He softly demanded. He felt her body react to his words as she squeezed her walls against him. Her eyes fell open, seeking his out against the haze of sex. The look in her eyes nearly did him in as he gave one final thrust and felt her body surge with the force of her orgasm. He stilled inside her as she rolled her hips against his and called his name like a mantra into the night. It was a beautiful sight, an addictive sight.

Marisa's body finally eased with the tremors of her lingering climax and Juice resumed his thrusting. His eyes nearly crossed when he felt how wet and warm she was after her release. He could feel that familiar tingle start to grow as he continued to plunge in and out of her dripping core. His hips increased on their own accord as his body slammed against hers, eliciting moans and growls from the couple. Juice buried his face into her neck and bit down on the flesh as he pulled out and slammed back into her. His whole body went rigid as he emptied himself into her, filling her up and marking her as his.

"Fuck…" He growled lowly. White lights danced behind his eyelids as his body shook with electric energy. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears as he gave in to the fatigue and collapsed on top of Marisa's body.

He could vaguely start to feel her hands running softly up and down his back and the need to let sleep take him became nearly overwhelming. He went to move, but she held him strong against her.

"I gotta move or I'm gonna fall asleep on you babe." His voice was thick with exhaustion as he tried again to move off her again.

"Not yet…I like you like this." Her arms remained locked around him and he finally gave in and settled against her. He knew she liked feeling his weight on her, but he always felt like he was suffocating her. He was still inside her and he could still feel the thrumming of her body as they both came down from their pleasure high.

"You spoil me." He mumbled as her fingers continued to drift over his back lightly. He felt at complete ease in that moment and he held onto that sensation. He'd miss it.

"I like to." She whispered softly.

The moment was highly intimate and it made his heart rate increase as the "L" word popped into his mind. It wasn't the first time it'd happened, but it was the first time he wasn't scared of it. It was the opposite. It made him anxious and excited, yet at peace at the same time. He wasn't ready to say the word out loud. But he was comfortable with knowing in his heart and mind that he loved her. Somehow he knew she could feel it too, even with him not voicing it.

Juice straddled his bike in the lot of TM, waiting for the rest of the guys to gather their shit so they could head out. He watched from behind his shades as Tara kissed Jax goodbye, whispered words of caution and love being spoken. He shifted and could see the same display between Gemma and Clay. Further down the lot he could see Lyla and Opie in a similar embrace as the other couples. It made him think of Marisa. She wasn't at TM like the rest of the Old Ladies. She wasn't completely comfortable yet around the club. He understood. The whole thing could feel overbearing. He'd brought her around a couple of times, but Marisa had made it clear she didn't want much to do with SAMCRO. He knew she was just keeping up her defenses and he respected that. It was far too easy for an Old Lady to be sucked in to the danger of the club, to do things that toed the line of legality and ethics. He didn't want to put that pressure on her shoulders. He didn't want her to feel tied to him or the Sons. It was his burden to bear, not hers.

"Hey Shit head!"

His thoughts were interrupted when the rest of his brothers finally strode over to him from the clubhouse. Tig had called out to him and he smirked at the greeting. If they'd read his thoughts they'd be calling him a pussy.

"You guys ready to go or what?" He called back as they gathered around their respective bikes. Bobby nodded in response, but Tig ignored his question and decided to take the chance to rib Juice.

"You liked deep in thought brother. Pussy got ya twisted up or what? Didn't get the proper send off?" Tig was excellent at goading him, but Juice knew better and only shook his head and smiled.

"Definitely not." He quipped. He'd woken this morning to Marisa blowing him and then they'd had a quickie in the shower before he left. The send off he'd gotten was perfect.

"That smile says he got more than a send off." Bobby added with a chuckle.

"It's that lass Marisa, ain't it Juicy?" A strong clap on the shoulder came from Chibs as he wiggled his eyebrows at him.

Juice laughed and nodded. He hoped if he kept his answers short or didn't answer at all that they'd move on from the subject. He was afraid he'd let it slip about his realization the night before. He did not want to have that conversation with his brothers. The jokes would never end for him then.

"One pussy for almost six months…sounds like a steady bitch to me." Tig pointed out crudely. They all chuckled and stared at him expectantly.

"Yeah guess so." He answered nonchalantly. They'd actually been together for nearly a year, but he'd kept the relationship from his brothers for a couple of months. Marisa was something that was ALL his and he was selfish in the beginning when it came to her time...hell he still was.

"Well why ain't she here sending your sorry ass off?" Tig again. The smile behind his blue eyes prevalent as he waited for Juice to answer; waited for him to slip and say something that he could tear into like a pit bull.

"She doesn't want to look at all your ugly asses." He supplied. Bobby and Chibs smirked at his response. He could see Tig getting ready to open his mouth again, but the president of SAMCRO interrupted.

"Alright ladies, gossip hour's over. Time to hit the road." Clay barked as he mounted his bike.

Juice thanked his president silently as the roar of engines started up around him. He checked his personal cell one last time and saw a text from Marisa.

Juan Carlos, the panties are in the inside compartment of your bag. :) Be safe baby.

He shook his head and laughed as he put his phone away. Yeah he was definitely in love.