Sons of Anarchy - Burn Out - Juice/OFC
Previously...
"Thank you for your concern, Jax." Stevie sighed, "I'm grateful to be with SAMCRO. Staying in Indian Hill under the SOA name would be hard without my Dad." Suddenly overcome with emotion, she cleared her throat, "I think it's time I made a name for myself, maybe redeem a little of my heritage while I'm at it." She winked at Clay. He was worried about breaking his vow to her father. Stevie knew desperate times called for desperate measures.
Clay nodded. "Just looking out for you and for the Club." Jax and Stevie nodded. "Now, let's go celebrate, shall we?" He motioned to the door. Stevie took a deep breath. It was now or never. Time for her to begin her chapter as a patched member of The Sons of Anarchy.
Chapter Two - Work It Out
Juice trailed behind Tig when they arrived at the Indian Hills MC just before 7am. He wasn't really interested in taking part of the leftovers of the patch over party. He really just wanted to drop the guns and get back to Charming. A stunningly beautiful blonde woman, wearing a Sons of Anarchy kutte held his attention. 'A Woman?' He mused, 'In The MC?' A woman being in an MC wasn't completely abnormal, just really shied away from in three patch clubs. He took his time getting the truck secure to ensure he had adequate time to size up tall, blonde and gorgeous at the door. She turned to face him and he noticed the "Nomad" patch on the left side. That could only mean one thing. This was Stevie Vale, ex-marine sniper extraordinaire. He never mentally accounted for the fact Stevie could have been a woman, not a man. Clay talked about a biker who'd grown up in the Devil's Tribe, whom he'd asked to transfer to SAMCRO from the new Indian Hills Charter. Juice didn't have any problem with a biker from a patched over MC joining the Charter, especially one with Vale's resume. He'd given his 'Yea' for the ride along without hesitation. With everything that had been coming at Charming lately, it would be nice to have someone with Stevie's skills in house. Rumor had it Vale was skilled in tech and surveillance. Sounded like he'd finally get a little assistance on his intel jaunts, he was all for that. He often found himself left behind, maybe he'd be able to assist their newest member, she was a sniper after all. Snipers had partners. Sometimes. Hell, he was just lonely.
She stood at least 5'7", possibly 5'8", definitely taller than he usually liked 'em. She wore a simple black tank under the kutte, jeans faded from wear and love, not the department store. Her black motorcycle boots sported well polished buckles, the glimmering silver matched the glimmer he saw at her nose, possible nose ring? That was definitely hot. That was nothing to speak of the feather, possibly wing tattoo flowing up from her wrist to her elbow, seeming to wrap around and spill over her bicep. Long blonde hair, tied up in a low ponytail revealed she had one side of her head braided, giving the illusion of it being shaven.
Tig gave Stevie a 'Welcome to the club' kiss that had left her senses reeling. A few too many the night before paired with the intimate exchange forced her to find some fresh air. Juan Carlos, aka "Juice" Ortiz was carefully locking the truck back door latch. He brushed some road dust off his kutte and cleaned his sunglasses. She admired his attention to detail, his appearance screamed discipline, or possibly compulsion. He held the rank of Intelligence Officer, which meant he knew his way around the net and a keyboard. He also knew his way around the gym, brotha' was built.
As he approached the clubhouse door, Stevie held out her hand. "Stevie." She drawled, greeting him with a warm smile.
Juice gave her his signature thousand watt grin and took her hand, pulling her in for a 'bro style' hug. "Can't just shake your hand, sweetheart, we're family." He murmured, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.
Stevie shivered a little at the contact. "That we are." She answered, taking a step back, sitting on the retaining wall in front of the door. Goodness, he was absolutely gorgeous. Only a few inches taller than her, she could stare comfortably into his chocolate brown eyes.
"Anyone else awake yet?" Juice asked, hopping up on the wall next to her, giving her a wink. He pulled out his smokes, offering her one. She accepted, giving him a nod and a tentative smile.
"Just you and me," She replied, taking a long drag, looking off into the middle distance. Juice raised an eyebrow. She glanced sideways at him, catching his teasing look. Stevie suddenly realized what she said, "And Tig, of course." She added quickly, feeling blood rush to her cheeks.
"Liked it better when it was, just you and me," Juice grinned, leaning back to watch her reaction.
"I bet you did, cowboy." She barked a laugh, "I bet you did."
"Juice." Juice said, realizing he hadn't quite said his name out loud.
Stevie nodded, "I know." taking another drag.
Juice's eyes widened slightly, giving her a good natured frown. "Do tell, sweetheart."
She sighed, letting go of the smoke, "Juan Carlos, "Juice" Ortiz." The way she rolled his 'r' made his toes curl. She tossed the cigarette in dirt, grinding it with the heel of her boot, "Born and raised in Queens, Intelligence Officer of SAMCRO, socially awkward, notorious good lay, sweet-"
"Wait, hold on there," Juice stood to his feet, tossing his cigarette to the ground. "Notoriously good lay?" He scoffed, "And what the hell do you mean by, socially awkward?" He crossed his arms over his chest, showing off his beautiful biceps, trying to hold his best 'not amused' face.
Stevie swallowed thickly, shaking her head a little, tossing her long blonde ponytail over her shoulder. The man was good, but she was good too. "So am I answering why you're a good lay, or why you're socially awkward?" She asked, biting her lip, feigning innocence.
"Jesus." Juice swore, "Such a minx." Suddenly he was very close to her, looming over her, hands braced on the club's exterior wall, biceps up by her ears. "I might not be a suave socialite like Jax Teller but I can definitely give him a run for his money in the bedroom, sweetheart." His eyes bore into hers, showing her he meant business. Knowing Jax, if the pair had really grow up together, then maybe he'd at least kissed her, or confided in her about his bedroom exploits.
How would you know? She almost shot back. Instead of embarrassing him further, Stevie decided to play along. Juice would eventually learn that she just enjoyed watching people squirm. Awkward social situations were her specialty. Perks of being a sniper, not much social interaction. She licked her lips, watching with satisfaction as Juice swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He took a deep breath, nostrils flaring. Good God, the Man was a total animal. This was going to be fun. Slowly, she leaned into him, her hands smoothing up the front of his kutte, causing him to jump a little. She gave him a sexy smile, biting her lip again. She leaned forward more, scooting closer so it felt like his advance was actually welcome. He looked a little confused until she gently gripped his chin with her fingers, letting her face come closer and closer to his. "Prove it."
Juice wasn't usually one for games, especially when it came to women. Usually they were throwing themselves at him so fast that he had a hard time keeping up with which tit belonged to which tat. For once in his life, he didn't check to make sure his chain wasn't being yanked. He went for it.
Stevie tensed, afraid she'd made the wrong move when suddenly Juice closed the distance between them, capturing her lips with his. It felt completely electric, like a charge transferred from his body to hers and ignited a fire, slowly creeping through her veins. He deepened the kiss, one hand releasing the wall to cradle the back of her head, allowing him complete control over the depth and pace, mouth slanting hungrily over hers.
Juice only let go of her mouth because his body forced him to breathe. He rested his forehead against hers, listening to her ragged breathing and pounding heartbeat. Good lord, he was in trouble. This definitely wasn't a normal kiss, maybe it had something to do with the fact he was kissing an actual badass biker chick and not a sweetbutt. He leaned back a moment to stare into her eyes, finding them a little watery, and unfocused. Maybe she was actually comparing him to Jax, he smirked a little. He leaned in again to cover her mouth with his, leaning his body into hers a little more, causing her to lean back further against the clubhouse wall.
Stevie was having a hard time containing her composure. She wasn't sure what she had expected from the little Puerto Rican man with the scandalous reputation. Earth shattering, world rocking kiss was definitely not even on the radar. He leaned in again once more and she didn't even hesitate allowing him closer. She gripped the collar of his kutte, letting him rest between her spread legs. Something was telling her this wasn't the greatest idea she'd ever had, but damn, he felt good.
Juice let go of her mouth again, pressing kisses to her throat, letting his lips trail back towards her ear, "You gonna invite me inside, sweetheart?" He drawled, letting the tip of his tongue trace the outer shell of her ear before sinking his teeth into her neck just below her earlobe. The double entendre didn't escape her notice. She whimpered, fueling Juice's fire even more. Before Stevie could reply, the clubhouse door swung open, causing Juice to pull back in reflex, just enough for her to slip out from under his body.
Jax exited the clubhouse for some fresh air, letting the door fall shut behind him. It was only like seven in the morning, but he couldn't sleep. Something about this whole thing had him on edge. Maybe Tara reappearing in Charming, mixed with seeing Stevie again had him at war with himself. He definitely didn't expect to find his intelligence officer and newest prospect in such a compromising position. Stevie tried to play it off like nothing was happening, quickly straightening her appearance, not meeting his eyes or even Juice's. Without giving anyone a chance to say anything, she yanked open the door and disappeared inside.
Juice wiped his mouth on his sleeve, trying to look cool, he sat down on the retaining wall, reclining like he hadn't a care in the world.
"Really?" Jax smirked, pulling out a smoke, offering one to Juice.
"She started it." Juice scoffed, taking a drag from the cigarette, remembering the look on her face when she'd challenged him to 'prove it'.
"Oh, that I don't have any doubts about." Jax laughed. "She's gonna eat you alive, brother."
"Completely planning on it." Juice remarked with a satisfied smirk.
The little Puerto Rican was actually crazy. "Jesus Christ." Jax swore. "Well, I can't stop you. There really aren't rules for this kind of thing. I can't imagine Clay or the other's are gonna be on board with this though. Jealousy between brothers is inevitable with a lady biker in the mix."
Juice thought about that for a moment. "Dude, It's not like there are male sweetbutts lining up for her, how else is she supposed to get laid?" He reasoned. Then it hit him, "Wait, she doesn't swing both ways does she?" He asked, eyebrows to his hairline.
Jax choked on his smoke, "Jesus, man." He tossed the cigarette. "No, she's not a lesbian."
Juice tried to shrug it off, "It was one kiss, bro."
"Yeah, maybe." Jax sighed, leaning closer to stare directly in Juice's eyes. "There's something you gotta know. Stevie doesn't do personal relationships with MC members. She lost her sniper partner in the field during their last tour."
"Okay…" Juice nodded, crossing his arms over his chest, not quite getting where this was going.
Jax shook his head, "Dude, her sniper partner wasn't just her partner on the battlefield."
Understanding dawned on Juice, "Oh," He murmured, "Jesus."
"Yeah." Jax agreed, "Now we take her father's MC, patch it over, she goes Nomad, then Clay asks her to ride with SAMCRO all in one night."
"Then I go and take the bait." Juice sighed, "I gotta go apologize, bro. I didn't mean to-"
"Don't apologize, she's a marine, dumbass." Jax chided, "Besides, If you got close enough to kiss her, she let you do it, she let you in." He sighed, "That's big, bro."
Juice stood up, "She knew all about me, it was kinda creepy." He squinted a little, "Said I was 'notoriously good in bed' and socially awkward..."
"Well, you are kinda an odd duck, Juice." Jax laughed, Juice made a face, "No offense, bro." Jax sighed, "Sounds like she wanted to test and see if you were what she thought you were."
"Did I pass?" Juice mused, tossing his spent cigarette.
"Dunno, you'd have to ask her that." Jax stood, clapping Juice on the shoulder. "Last door on the right." Juice hesitated. "Go, don't be a coward."
Juice definitely felt like a coward sometimes. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. "Last door on the…" He looked over at Jax.
"Right," Jax finished for him.
"Right." Juice heaved another deep breath, then pulled open the clubhouse door.
"Dumbass," Jax smiled, lighting another cigarette. Stevie to going Nomad gave SAMCRO an incredible opportunity. Clay wanted her in Charming for protection and skill. He also knew Clay was feeling a little guilty for not holding up his end of the bargain with Stevie's father. Clay had vowed to never patch over Indian Hill if Stevie became a member of The Devil's Tribe. Bringing her home was his way of offering repentance for not being there when Daniel Vale died. The weeks ahead were going to be interesting, that was for sure. He tossed his almost spent cigarette and hopped on his bike. He had an idea to get things a little more solidified in Indian Hills before SAMCRO headed back to Charming.
Stevie Vale was extremely pissed at herself for allowing Juice so close. She just wanted to blow off a little steam from the night before. The Intelligence Officer seemed like a good choice; until he touched her and she felt like she was going to burst into flames. She'd turned down almost every new 'brother' in the club, except Clay and Jax, they'd thankfully kept their distance. As a patched member she had the right to do that. Similarly with Old Lady status, she could even refuse sexual advance from the President himself. The brotherhood meant family, which in turn meant safety and protection. Being the only female member in the MC did have its drawbacks. Loneliness was the biggest. Rape was always a fear that loomed in the background, which was why she joined the Marine Corp. If she was going to live the MC life, she needed to protect herself, completely. She'd always been a good shot, which was why sniper school was a no brainer. Mentally tough, she soared to a high rank in a few years, and started going on partner sniper missions just a few years into the service.
A soft knock sounded on her door. She sighed, setting down her last box. She'd freshened up a little, taking her hair down from its usual low ponytail, letting it flow freely down her back.
As Juice picked his way through the main room and down the hall he tried to come up with a clever way to get her to let him in and finish what they'd started.
"Go away, Jax!" She shouted, not caring who she woke up. "I can kiss whoever I want, and you and I both know there's no chance in hell I'm letting you in my pants, patch over or not." She warned, not quite as loud as her initial outburst.
She hadn't shouted the last part, if Juice hadn't had his ear pressed to the door, he would have missed it. "Wow," He barked a laugh, "Jax really got farther than I did?"
"Shit!" Stevie swore sliding off the bed and padding to the door. "Juice?" She whispered, hand on the smooth wood.
"Open the door and find out, sweetheart." He drawled, leaning casually against the door frame. He waited a beat then opened his mouth to say more, but the door opened instead. "God Damn." He breathed. She was even more gorgeous all undone, looking like he might have finished what he started in the parking lot.
"What?" She looked up at him, daring him to explain himself.
"You should wear your hair down more often." Juice murmured, reaching out a hand to push a curl that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear. His fingers touching her ear brought Stevie back to reality. Her hand snapped up and gripped his wrist. Instead of being angry or caught off guard by her reaction, he simply let go of her hair and waited for her to release him. She came to her senses and let him go. Then he whispered. "I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't." Stevie scoffed, putting up her hand to stop him, "Don't apologize. I started it, dumbass." She looked down the hall to see if anyone was up and about. No dice. She stepped back into her room, indicating for the biker to enter.
Juice couldn't believe his luck, she was actually letting him inside. The first thing that struck him was how clean the room was. His small house back in Charming was just as clean, had his OCD to thank for that. Two white, floral scented candles burned on the bedside table, their scent lingering on the fresh breeze that poured in from the open window. "You have a bathroom?" Juice asked, stepping deeper into the space, feeling himself begin to relax.
Stevie closed the door, keeping her room and it's latest contents from prying eyes. "Perks of being the only lady in the bunch, cowboy." There was that nickname again. She moved about the room, gathering the last of her belongings and putting them in a small suitcase.
With a big yawn, he realized that her room as almost bare. Boxes were stacked by the door and the bed was stripped. "Wait, are you transferring to SAMCRO?" He asked. "I thought I gave my 'Yea' for a ride along. I mean, n-not that I'm complaining." He stammered a little giving her a small smile.
Stevie sighed, "You did," She pulled the zipper closed on her suitcase. "My mom lives in Charming. I'm storing my stuff in her garage until I either settle with a Charter or find my own place." She turned to face him. "Got room in that truck for my suitcase and a few boxes?" She asked.
Juice nodded, "Yeah, it's still full, we've got to drop the cargo wherever Jury and Jax decided we'd store it, but we can shove it to the back so it's left when we return the truck to Charming."
"Great," Stevie smiled. "How about I grab some coffee from the kitchen and we haul some boxes?" She walked towards the door. "You know, since we're family and all..." She winked.
Juice scrubbed the back of his neck with his palm. "As long as there's coffee, I guess I can haul a few boxes." He moved quickly, pinning her against the still closed door. "And, I've got an idea where you can lay that pretty head of yours while you settle into Charming."
"Oh, you do, do you?" She teased, letting him hold her against the door. She leaned in a little, her lips almost brushing his, "Where would that be?"
Juice swallowed hard, She was driving him crazy. He felt woozy from the lack of sleep, and mixed with the high of her nearness he was feeling unusually brave. "My place." He breathed.
Stevie cocked an eyebrow. "You mean, your dorm room?" She asked, not quite understanding his offer. She could feel the heat of his body washing over her in waves.
Juice smirked and shook his head, "Actually, there are four rooms, if you don't count the bathroom, then there's five."
"You don't live at the clubhouse?" She asked, feeling her heart rate speed up.
Juice shook his head, "I still have a room for lockdowns and stuff, but I've got a small house on the outskirts of town." He smiled, watching her try to reconcile his confession in her head.
"I'm sorry," Stevie scoffed, "I guess I didn't realize MC members did that." She bit her lip. This was almost too good to be true. A chance to actually have a relationship with someone, away for prying eyes. Whoa. Don't get too far ahead of yourself there sister, she chided herself.
Juice shrugged, "I lived at the clubhouse for a while, but it was nice to get my own place." He leaned in a little closer. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like."
"Your old lady won't mind?" Stevie quipped, biting her lip. If she tipped her face up, she would be kissing him. She waited, the anticipation almost killing her.
Juice shook his head once, "No old lady here." He murmured, hot breath fanning her lips. Stevie's hands came up and wrapped around his neck and Juice tipped her chin up to claim her lips in a hard kiss. Suddenly a knock sounded on her door, next to their heads.
"Stevie, you in there?" Jury called. "You almost ready to load up?"
Juice let go of her mouth to trail kisses down her throat. Stevie swallowed the moan that had bubbled up in her chest. "Almost." She answered, clearing her throat.
"You okay in there?" Jury asked, reaching for the door knob. Stevie shoved Juice off her, and shook out her hair, smoothing her clothes.
"Perfect." Stevie answered, yanking open the door. "I've got Juice helping me load some boxes." She stepped back to reveal Juice who'd thankfully picked up a box.
"I'll put this in the truck and pull it around." Juice offered. "Meet you out back?" He asked walking towards the door.
Stevie smiled gratefully, "Sure, I'll go and grab my bike." Juice nodded and disappeared out the door, making his way towards the truck out front.
Jury grabbed Stevie by the bicep to stop her from leaving the room. "Be careful, yeah?" He murmured in her ear.
Stevie sighed, "Always." then she leaned in and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." She murmured, then continued out the back door towards the garage. Suddenly the SAMCRO prospect, Half Sack, ran by her. "Hey!" She called, running after him.
"Jax just called, he's on his way back, and he's not alone." Half Sack explained when they'd reached the truck that Juice pulled around back.
"Shit." Stevie swore, "Mayans."
Dearest Readers,
I hope you're enjoying this ride as much as I am! The SOA fandom is pretty bad ass…
Work It Out - Def Leppard - So you caught me, another Leppard tune. This track showcases Joe's lower register, which quite frankly makes my toes curl. Love me some Joe Elliott baby.
Things are moving along, we'll see how Stevie does with her boots on the ground.
xoxo
Lumora The White
