I don't own any of Kurt Sutter's characters or settings, merely my own. Sorry if anyone seems OC. Please be kind.

Elizabeth gulped down another shot as she sat in her corner of the bar. She was building up the courage to face her mother after an almost ten year absence. The bar was located two miles outside of town so she wasn't too worried about running into someone from her past but it never hurt to keep a low profile. The door to the bar swung open and a loud group of men entered. One look at the symbols adorning the back their leather cuts told her who they were, a quick scan of their faces told her that they were all new and wouldn't recognize her. She shifted slightly trying blend with the wall. The men went up to the counter and ordered their drinks.

"Hey darlin'," said a voice behind her, she knew the smell of him all too well, leather and motor oil, with just a hint of something wild that she knew was the smell of the open road.

"Don't," she said not making eye contact.

"I was just going to offer..." she cut him off.

"I said don't," she said turning to face him. It wasn't the one she thought it was going to be, this one was darker than the others and had a Mohawk and tattoos on the sides of his head. He was handsome but that cut was a deal breaker.

"See you say that but you didn't let me finish," he grinned at her, god he was adorable, too bad she already knew his pitch. "How would you like to hang out with the Sons?" he asked.

"Yeah, no," she said turning back to the bar and signaling the bartender.

"Maybe you don't know who we are," he said mysteriously, if she had been any other girl her panties would have already been off.

"Oh I know Samcro," she smiled at her rhyme as the bartender handed her a receipt to sign.

"So you do know who we are," he said smiling again, he really was a charmer.

"Born and raised in Charming sir," she said standing up and picking up her purse.

"How come we've never met?" he asked confusion starting to paint his face.

"Don't worry, we'll know each other real well, very soon," she said smiling as she walked out of the bar; she glanced over her shoulder at him, mistake he was staring at her.

Elizabeth slipped her shoes off carefully and then quietly unlocked the door to the Sons of Anarchy California Redwood Originals club house. She closed and locked the door behind her; she slowly crept down the hallway, touching the restored motorcycle on display as she walked by. She quietly located the door to a room that had been vacant and didn't have a name on the door.

She opened the door and shined her cell phone around to double check no one was in there. When she was sure she turned on the light. The room was fairly bare still so she felt safe that no one had claimed it. She set down her bag and stripped off her clothes, hopefully no one would discover her for a while tomorrow so she could sleep in. When she'd gotten the call from her brother that she needed to come home she hadn't been thrilled but had understood. She crawled into the bed and pulled the blanket up around her chin, it smelled the same as the biker at the bar. The last thing she saw in her mind as she fell asleep was his smiling face.

Elizabeth woke with a start. It was still dark out so she couldn't have been asleep for very long, why was she awake? The toilet in her bathroom flushed. Someone was in her room. She was mostly naked, kind of buzzed still, super tired, and someone was in her room. The bathroom door opened and Elizabeth sat up and turned, clutching the blankets around her.

"This room is occupied!" she hissed at the man.

"Are you the chick from the bar?" asked the man in the bathroom door, she hadn't been able to see his face well enough to identify him.

"Yes I am, now please go find another room," she whispered.

"Did the guys put you up to this?" he asked sauntering forward and beginning to take off his pants.

"What!?" she said angrily, he thought she was a hooker! "No! Now go find another room!"

"You're really beautiful," he said smiling meltingly at her as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Why are you in my bed if someone didn't put you up to it?"

"It's complicated and I didn't know this was your bed," she said calmly still clutching the blankets around her.

"I'll leave if you promise me two things," he said, clearly not as drunk as he seemed, she nodded. "First you tell me who you are tomorrow," she nodded rolling her eyes. "And second you let ms kiss you." She raised her eyebrow at him. "I promise you won't be disappointed."

She stared at him for a moment; it wasn't like he was hideous, in fact the exact opposite. She shrugged her shoulders and leaned forward. He pressed his lips to hers gently at first and then a little harder, he let his tongue slip into her mouth and she found herself letting go of the blanket she was clutching to wrap her arms around his neck. He slowly leaned her back on the bed and began kissing down her jawbone and neck. One of his hands brushed across her breast as he kissed her.

"We can't do this." she breathed against his shoulder.

"You say that but your body tells me something different," he said trailing his lips down her chest to replace his hand as his hand continued down her stomach to the slickness between her legs.

"I don't even know your name," she gasped as his fingers slipped into her folds.

"Juice," he said looking up at her to smile.

"Not your nickname your real name ass," she said trying to control the involuntary reactions he was coaxing out of her.

"Juan-Carlos," he said as he moved back up to her mouth. "You haven't told me your name."

"Elizabeth," she said as her hand located the front of his pants. "Now loose the cut so we can do this."

"Don't like bikers," he laughed sitting up and removing his leather cut and shirt.

"I've only ever had sex with one," she said as her hands worked quickly on his pants.

"Oh yeah? Was he a Son too?" he laughed.

"Yeah," she said finally getting rewarded for her efforts.

"Are you a sweet butt?" he asked stilling her hands.

"No, nothing like that," she looked up at him. "You could say I'm kind of royalty when it comes to Samcro." He laughed and then got back to what he was doing.