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Lightning Rod

Milla lay in bed, pressed tightly to her man's side. The irritated skin on her wrist was annoying but she could deal. It wasn't like she had huge lightning bolts tattooed to her skull. Thinking of all the new ink Juice was sporting she moved away and looked him over. He had his new bolts on his head and his Reaper on his arm. She felt a tingle go through her as she thought about the Reaper, it meant everything was official. He was a Son now. She leaned down and gently kissed the tat on his arm before she started kissing up; by the time she got to the crook of his elbow he was starting to stir.

"What're you doin' pretty girl?" He asked and she looked up to see his sleepy grin. She smiled back and moved to rest her head on his shoulder and moved her arm across his waist.

"I was just looking at your tats babe." She said as she snuggled closer. "It's real, you're a Son and I'm yours."

He smiled and pulled her close, resting his hand on her hip but being sure not to rub the irritated skin where his name marked her. She moved even closer and he kissed the top of her head.

"I just don't get the lightning bolts." She said as she traced the tat under his pec, one of her favorite past times. "I mean, I know Tig used to call you Flash, but I assumed he was mocking your endurance in the bedroom, something he's definitely wrong about by the way. Why would you want that marked on your skin?"

"That's not why baby." He took a breath before he took her wrist in his hand and stared at the ink marking it. "You've heard the phrase 'lightning never strikes the same place twice'. Well I was struck twice."

"Oh god, baby, how'd you survive?" Milla sat up and started searching him for scars while he chuckled.

"I don't mean it literally. What I mean is that in one swoop my life was changed forever, twice." She knit her brow but lay back down again while he continued. "One day three guys stopped at the gym where I was boxing, they were wearing cuts and riding Harley's. They invited me to a party. At that party I beat the shit out of a prospect and had a threesome with some hot girls but more than that I found a place where I fit. Lightning struck me that night. The next morning I woke up on the pool table with the girls wrapped around me, as I was searching for my clothes the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen came walking into the clubhouse and my life. Lightning struck again. Since then my life has made sense, everything makes sense now."

Milla searched her memory, trying to figure out what he meant about seeing the woman, that she assumed was her, in the clubhouse. Suddenly everything clicked and she looked at him.

"You! You were the naked man in the clubhouse that morning!" She lifted the sheet and looked at the appendage she'd spent the last five months getting acquainted with. "Yep, it was you."

She smiled before she snuggled closer to him and he wrapped an arm around her.

"Why do you say you were struck by lightning baby? That's usually a bad thing." He kissed the top of her head again before he took her hand in his and entwined their fingers together.

"I think about it like this, lightning is a force of nature something bigger than yourself and when it makes contact its electricity courses through your system and becomes part of you, down to the DNA. Once you're struck by lightning you'll never be the same. That night I found where I belonged, that morning I found the woman who would make me whole, who would help me be the man I was meant to be." Milla looked up at him with tears in her eyes and kissed him before he unwound their fingers and looked at the crow again. "That's why I have two bolts, not just for symmetry, each represents a different event and I had Hap give your Crow a lightning bolt because you're my bolt baby and when you struck I knew you'd be mine. It just took a long time for you to figure it out."

"I'm honored to be your bolt and wear your crow baby." She tilted her head and he maneuvered to kiss her again before he took her wrist and gently kissed the crow, a symbol of just what she was to him. He pulled her closer and contemplated going another round but a look at the clock stifled that desire, they both had to be at work in the morning. Besides if he woke her up early enough they could shower together and a wet, soapy Milla was one of his favorite things.

With one last kiss to her wrist he laid back and let sleep overtake him while Milla let her eyes drift shut. She was calm and at peace and she knew that the man who shared her life and her bed was responsible for that. Now it was her turn make sure he was at peace, to give him comfort. If she couldn't hack that then the crow on her wrist was meaningless and that wasn't the case, it meant everything to her.

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A/N: I know this was a short one but I thought that his bolts deserved a story and this one has been in my head a while. That's not the reason for this note though. I want to extend a BIG Thank You to Verda Napoli and Happys Hitwoman. I'm insanely flattered by the praise you both offered, especially since I consider the two of you two of the best writers on the site. I can't tell you how much it means to know that you enjoy reading my work. Anyway if you haven't read their work do yourself a favor and do so, they truly are the best at what they do. Thank you for reading and I hope you review!