A/N… Welcome everyone. This is my new story- one shots… possibly longer than that… of Ana and Juice. I will set up each chapter with an A/N before it starts. Like this chapter… do you remember when Juice hacked Ana's phone in order to find out she was in Oakland? Remember how he thought about the first time he hacked her phone because she wouldn't give any info on the guy she was going out with? Well this is just a week before that. I hope you all enjoy! This is a short chapter, but I wanted to get it started…

Chapter One

"Com'on," Juice nudged the beautiful girl sitting on the floor of his living room beside him. "Tell me about this guy. What's his name?"

Ana nudged Juice back, trying to concentrate on the Call of Duty game they were playing. "No! My private life is just that… private! Besides, I know you. You'll sabotage it." Ana said firmly and then started to smirk. "If I didn't know any better, Ortiz, I would think that you are kinda jealous."

Well, Juice thought to himself, she wasn't wrong. Of course he was jealous. It should be him taking her on dates and treating her like a queen, or the princess that she was. But that stupid rule of her being off limits and him wanting to keep his balls attached had him wary of making a move.

"Just tell me his name," Juice smirked.

"No! Everytime I get asked out on a date, you guys ruin it! You of all people know how hard it is for me to get dates. Either the guy is just using me because he wants to get close to the MC or they just want to get in my pants because they think I'm a biker whore. And when I do actually find a nice guy who wants to take me out, you guys scare him off! So, I'm not telling you who he is, where we are going or what we are doing!"

Juice started laughing at the memory of threatening one of her potential dates. "Remember that one guy, what was his name... Steve? He practically shit himself when we threatened him."

"Juice!" pausing the game, since he wasn't paying much attention to it anymore, Ana turned to face him. "Of course he was scared! You threatened to shove a knife up his dick hole! Which, by the way, eww!"

"That was Tig's idea… And we weren't serious," Juice said quietly, shrugging.

"Yeah, well, it worked. He broke the date off. And he was a really nice guy. Had a good job in Lodi. And was really cute." Ana unpaused the game and resumed playing, even though Juice was still looking at her. "I'm never going to find a man because of you guys. I'll be lonely forever," she pouted quietly, absentmindedly throwing her lower lip out.

Juice bit his lower lip in an effort not not to lean over and take that pouty lip in between his teeth. He had fantasized about kissing her numerous times a day since he met her almost four and a half years ago. Right now could be his chance, he thought. He would just have to lean over slightly and press his lips to hers. He was positive she would kiss him back. Afterall, he had seen what he thought to be a lustful look in her eyes when he was shirtless, in his work shirt, or bending over to an engine. So, he was pretty sure she was at least slightly attracted to him.

Wait, where was he? Oh yeah, she would kiss him back. After a couple moments of that he would gently swipe his tongue over her lower lip and then she would part her lips slightly allowing his tongue access to her mouth. She would taste amazing! She would moan for him, maybe even whisper his name… wait! What the hell was he doing? She was sitting right next to him! He couldn't be thinking like this while she was right next to him! And it's not like he could ever act on these little fantasies. Her brother would chop his balls off!

Juice soon realized he had a problem. And if he moved too much, that problem would be quite evident to Ana. He had to think of something else to get his not so little problem to deflate. Perhaps talking about this douche bag she was going on a date with would help.

"Ana," he whispered.

She ignored him.

"Ana," he said louder.

She continued to ignore him.

"ANA!" he yelled.

"What!" she exclaimed and looked at him.

"Tell me his name," he smiled.

"Ugh! No! Stop asking!" she went back to playing the game and ignoring him.

He smiled to himself, reached over and grabbed the controller out of her hand. "Juice!" Ana exclaimed. Juice held the controller over his head as Ana reached for it in vain. "I've almost won! Give it back!"

"Not till you tell me his name!" Juice laughed and leaned back so the controller was out of her reach.

"No!" Ana shouted and leaned over a bit too far and lost her balance. She fell into Juice, who lost his balance and fell backwards onto the floor, taking Ana with him. She squirmed on top of him, still trying to reach the controller. "Give me the controller, Juan Carlos!"

Juice just continued to laugh. He noticed the front of her v-neck tank top was being pulled lower and lower with her squirming. Her perfect, perky tits were slightly popping out in his face. He could see the top of her blue lacy bra peeking out. Seeing that, her wriggling around on top of him and him thinking about the matching panties he was sure she had on, had him hard again. He bit back a groan. Her hip was rubbing right against his hard cock.

Ana must have noticed because she stopped trying to get the controller and glanced down at him. A smirk playing on her lips. "Whatcha thinkin' about, Juicy Pants?"

"Uh," Juice stuttered. He had to come up with something quick. "One of the crow eaters," he blurted out and immediately wished he had come up with something better.

He watched her face, seeing just a hint of jealousy flash in her eyes. But then she smirked again. "Uh-huh, sure you were. Thinking about some bimbo crow eater, while a beautiful, sexy brunette is lying right on top of you. Her tits right in your face. You sure you're not thinking about that?" She teased and laughed in amusement.

He swallowed hard. "Didn't even notice any of that," he croaked, reaching his right hand up and tangling it in her hair behind her neck and his left hand going to her hip. The controller was completely forgotten. He glanced down to her full lips, noting that her bottom one was between her teeth. Then he looked back up into her eyes and saw a lustful look in them.

"Juice..." she whispered, her hands on either side of his head, holding her up slightly. Their noses inches apart. He could smell the sweet scent of her cherry lip gloss; her intoxicating perfume or body wash, Juice wasn't sure.

They had been in situations like this a handful of times before. The 'will they? Won't they?' type of situations. And the outcome was always the same, they wouldn't. He never got the chance to take things further. One of them usually came to their senses or they were interrupted.

But this time could be different, he thought to himself. "Yeah, babe?" he said, the term of endearment falling easily from his lips.

"We can't…" she started before being interrupted by his cell phone ringing.

"Fuck," Juice muttered. Cockblocked again. He dropped his hand from her neck and searched the pocket of his Dickies for the offending device. "What?" he snapped when he put the phone to his ear. "Yeah… Yeah…" At this point Ana carefully stood up and started to gather up her phone and purse. Juice sat up on the floor and continued the conversation with Chibs. "No… I'll be there in ten minutes." He hung up the phone just in time to see her get her flip flops on. He stood up. "You're not leaving, are you?"

"Yeah," she said quietly, her hand twisting the knob to the front door, too embarrassed or nervous to look at him. "You have to get to the clubhouse and I should leave before we do something you will regret." And with that she was out the door.

Juice sighed, still staring at his closed front door. She didn't even give him a chance to tell her that he would never regret it; that he thought she would totally be worth it.