AN: SORRY for not posting sooner. I was away for work for a week and then I just got a bit lazy :/ Please forgive me!
This chapter is mainly a filler, but it contains some important stuff nevertheless.
Oh, and there was someone who was worried about Ashley's bilogical dad being a Son... No, he is not:) I'm not gonna lie, I toyed with the idea, but it just felt a little bit incestuous... Because all of the Sons are like brothers, and Juice being a brother and... you know... Okay, maybe it's just in my head, bu in any case, I chose not to make daddy dearest a member of the SAMCRO.
Okay, I'll let you read now;)
Chapter XI – I Put A Spell On You
Ashley POV
When I woke up I was warm. A little too warm. It might've had something to do with the human blanket that was completely covering me. I smiled into my pillow. Juice had finally spent the night. Granted, it wasn't really what I had envisioned when I fantasized about our first night together, but this was way too nice to pass up.
Even though I was beyond comfortable in Juice's embrace, I was getting a little sweaty. And something told me that that wouldn't be a huge turn on for any guy (unless they had some weird fetish about it or something. I mean, it happens!). I started to edge toward the side of the bed. Or let me rephrase that, I was trying to edge toward the side, but as soon as I'd wiggled a few inches, Juice's arms tightened around me and his brow wrinkled in his sleep. As I tried to wriggle further, he let out a small sound. It was almost like a tiny whimper, but I couldn't be sure.
After a few minutes he seemed to relax a bit and I took this opportunity to slink out of his arms and run to the bathroom. I tried to tiptoe as quickly and quietly as I could across the room, trying not to wake the kind, beautiful man that slept in my bed.
Juice POV
When I woke up I rolled over to reach for Ashley. It was funny how quickly I had become accustomed to sleeping with her, and how I was starting to subconsciously orient myself around her. But what wasn't as funny was what I found when I rolled over in search for the girl in question. Which was nothing. I sleepily felt around for her with my hand, but the sheets were cool and empty. They still smelled like her though, and for a few seconds, I relished in her scent and buried my nose deep in her pillow.
But soon enough I remembered that the real thing was so much better, and decided to get up and find the girl that could turn my brain into mush with just her scent.
I got out of bed and headed out into the hall. I heard music coming from the kitchen and the distinct smell of pancakes. I followed the scent down the hall and found her in the kitchen.
The radio was blasting Screamin Jay Hawkins and in the middle of the kitchen, covered in flour, stood the sexiest girl to ever walk this planet. She was clad in merely a pair of short shorts and a big grey t-shirt with the REO Speedwagon logo on it. Her hips swayed to the music on the radio as she stirred something in a plastic bowl. She sang the lyrics as she poured some of the content into a waiting frying pan.
I put a spell on you
'cause you're mine
You better stop the things you do
I ain't lyin'
No I ain't lyin'
As she turned around she spotted me. Instead of quieting down and looking embarrassed, like most girls would, she continued to sing and dragged me into it by pulling on my hands and forcing me to join her.
What started out as innocent fun quickly escalated into something else. The distinct beat of the song made us swing in unison and our touches soon turned more intense. I enveloped her from behind and gripped her hips. I let my hands travel the path from her ribs down to her thighs, squeezing a little tighter with each pass.
I knew I was getting dangerously close to crossing my own boundaries. But there was something about the song that brought out the animal in me. It felt primal, as if we weren't in control of our actions, as if it was only human or perhaps animalistic nature. It felt right.
As the song ended we stilled. For a long time none of us said a word. The only thing I could hear was the sound of our breathing. Which had picked up a little during the course of the song.
We slowly disentangled from each other and pretended to be busy. Ashley turned back to her pancakes and I busied myself with setting the table (one of those kitchen area/island thingies that are supposed to save space) and taking out the orange juice from the fridge and various toppings that could go on pancakes. I found myself wondering what she preferred.
Ashley POV
As I flipped the last pancake I sneaked a glance at Juice. What had just transpired between us was… hot, for lack of a better word. It was so intense. I had never felt such a powerful pull toward anyone. And contrary to most cases, the more time we spent with each other, the stronger the attraction became. Yet, we never talked about it. It was as if the big elephant in the room was sex. I had no idea where Juice stood when it came to expressing our affection physically. And by this rate, I'd probably never know.
I decided to take the bull by the horns.
"So, that was… nice", I hedged as I put our plates on the table and sat down. Juice smirked.
"Yeah… nice", he muttered. Shit, this was going to be difficult. I didn't have any experience talking about sex. Especially not to guys. And even more especially to hot guys with mohawks, who were super experienced in that field.
"So, yeah… uhm… I was just kinda thinking that it would be nice to do that again sometime…", okay, almost there… I was hoping he was going to catch my drift, but to my utter disappointment, he looked completely lost.
"Huh? Dance?" his brows arched.
"Well, yeah… and other things…", okay, I was sounding like a twelve year old girl who couldn't explain where she lost her Barbie…
"Other things? As in?"
"You know… more." I finally spat out. It was kind of what I had planned to say.
"More?" his brows wrinkled and then suddenly all the muscles in his face went slack. His complexion went white and I almost feared he'd had a stroke or something. Slowly he exhaled and said breathily "more", as if understanding what I meant.
He sat there for a while, not touching his pancakes. Okay, that wasn't really the reaction I'd anticipated. You know, when you tell the guy you're dating that you want to engage in intercourse, you're kind of expecting… something other than this.
"Are you sure?" he croaked. "Because you really have to be sure, you know. This isn't something you can take back, you know…" He was getting a little frantic and I quickly stopped him.
"What? Why? It's not like I'm a virgin, so it's going to be completely fine", I tried to calm him. It didn't exactly work. His face went from pale white to burning red in a matter of moments. I stared at him in quiet wonder.
"Who", he finally wheezed. He sounded as if he was in the middle of an asthma attack.
"Just this guy I used to date back in Wilmington", I shrugged. I barely thought about him anymore, it wasn't as if it was particularly memorable. "He turned out to be a bit of a creep".
Juice was fuming. Although I had no idea why.
"It's not that big of a deal", I tried to calm him. "Really, it's not like I'm still thinking of him or having any contact with the guy", I started digging into my pancakes. After a while Juice did the same. We finished our breakfast and began to get ready for the day. All talk about sex was apparently postponed. For now.
Juice POV
She wasn't a virgin? It wasn't as if I had anything against it, I had just always thought that she was. The first feeling I felt was not, to my surprise, relief, but rather disappointment. Disappointment over that I wasn't there first. I wanted to be her special person, her first. The one she would remember forever.
And then the way she just shook it off, as if it didn't matter. The creep had taken her virginity and she didn't think anything of it. Wasn't the first time supposed to be perfect? At least for girls, right? At least for this girl.
After breakfast (which was a little bit burnt, but otherwise awesome) I drove her to school. Apparently she had some sort of group meeting concerning some sort of project. As we pulled up to the building (in which I would never step my foot) I saw two people coming up to us. The first one was a curvaceous brunette. She wore… interesting clothes. Skintight pink jeans were paired off with some sort of white fur thing. It was all very… interesting. The guy beside her was tall and gangly. His hair was curly and he wore glasses. He seemed rather harmless. That was until I saw my girl enveloping him. Okay, granted, she hugged the girl too, but I was too busy stewing in my big pot of jealousy to pay attention. She introduced them as Theo and Gabi. I wanted to kill this Theo-character for even looking at her. What kind of name was Theo anyway? It sounded like a gay Italian pornstar. And no, don't ask me how I came up with that.
When I was introduced as her boyfriend I straightened my back and shook both their hands (the Theo guy's a little bit harder than necessary, just to get my point across). They soon made their way into the school talking about sub-clauses and auxiliaries and whatnot.
I felt a pang in my chest. This was a part of her. A big part. It was also a part that could never share with her. I wasn't smart, I had never been especially intelligent, but I had never felt like this before. In the Sons I was someone they could rely on. There I was contributing. In company with Ashley and her friends I felt like the village idiot.
She was so smart, beautiful and gentle. She deserved someone who could provide her with deep conversations, surprise her with ballet tickets and a dinner at a fancy restaurant. Not a ride on a bike and a greasy burger at a local diner.
As I straddled the bike I clutched the handles tightly. The hurt and inadequacy I felt in that moment weighed down like a stone in my chest and I roared away just as my wristwatch showed 10.00.
AN: Thank you for reading! Please feel free to review:)
I'll be away on vacation for a week, but the good news is that I'll probably have time to outline the rest of the story:)
Love you guys! /Nat
P.s. If you havent already, you should definitely check out Screamin Jay Hawkins with I put a spell on you. It's super awesome and I totally recommend it. D.s.
