AN: Hey everybody! I'm finally done with this chapter. It took a while to find the inspiration, but I think it turned out ok. :)

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Chapter XIV – A Flying Fart In Space

Juice POV

Having Ashley's mother here wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. Sure, we didn't have that much alone time together, but I could see that Ashley was reconnecting with her mother, and seeing my girl happy made me happy too. Wait, scratch that, I got fucking ecstatic seeing her smile so much.

Ashley was the main thing occupying my brain these days. I even found it hard to concentrate on the things I had to do for work. Which was a bit of a fucking problem, since Zobelle and his boys were getting way too fucking rowdy for the Son's liking. The thing was, nothing Zobelle did made any sense. He was supposed to belong to the LOAN, and he made deals with the Nordics, while at the same time seeming to make friends with the Mayans. He was a fucking enigma, that's what he was.

I never told Ashley about club business. Mostly because I didn't think she'd understand why we did half of the things we did, but also because I was afraid that it would in some way contaminate her. I was afraid that if I told her about my real job, I'd pollute her with the filthiness. With my filthiness. And I couldn't stand the thought of that.

"Oi! Juicey boy! Wake up!" Chibs's gruff voice startled me out of my trancelike state. I blinked a few times and noticed my surroundings. The air in the clubhouse was ever so stuffy and the afternoon sun was peeking in from between the blinds and casting golden trails along the keyboard of my laptop.

"What?" I mumbled looking questionably at Chibs. He looked too fucking chipper for my liking.

"The boss has assigned us a mission!" He smiled his crooked smile that made the scars on his cheeks look like dimples. Almost, but not really.

"Yeah? What kind of mission?" I certainly hoped it didn't include any trucks filled with feces…

"He wanted us to shadow that Weston bloke, starting bright and early tomorrow mornin'", his smile was slightly mocking.

"Great", I mumbled as I shut my laptop. "Does that mean I get to go home now?" Chibs smiled crookedly again.

"Yeah, you go home and make that sweet luvin' to yer bird", he sing-sang (well he came as close as a chain smoking Irishman could come) and turned on the heel of his boot and headed for the garage. And so I packed up my stuff and headed home, only wishing that my Irish friend had been right.

As I got off my bike outside of Ashley's apartment I saw that her lights were on. I made my way up the stairs quickly, taking them three at a time, and found myself outside her door. It was slightly ajar. I felt a small shiver along my spine as I pushed it open. I was greeted by the smell of food cooking and her record player playing some oldies song.

I relaxed when I heard her singing along with the lyrics in the kitchen. I stood, leaning against a wall and watched her move about the kitchen while slowly swaying to the music and singing the lyrics.

Without your love

It's a honky-tonk parade

Without your love

It's a melody played in a penny arcade

Say it's only a paper moon

Sailing over a cardboard sea

But it wouldn't be make believe

If you believed in me

Her clear voice rose and sank perfectly in tune to the record. I felt my muscles relax as I allowed myself to get lulled by the tone in her voice. This was it. This was fucking it. This was home. I know I've said this before, but I'll never get sick of repeating it. This girl was my home. She was my fucking anchor. She was the safe harbor I never knew I needed in the never ending shit storm that was my life. She made everything worthwhile and I knew I could never be without her. It was crazy and I knew it. But I couldn't help myself.

I hadn't realized I'd closed my eyes until I felt her hands caressing the arms I'd crossed over my chest. I gazed at her as I opened my arms, and tried to convey all my feelings for her in that one look. I think she understood, because as I looked into her eyes I felt the same emotion radiating from within her stare. I enfolded her in my arms and felt the peace settle in my body as she sank into me. We stood like that for a while before I realized none of us had said a word.

"What's cooking, babe?" I asked, my nose buried in her hair.

"Just some chicken and pasta", she smiled up at me. "Sound good?"

"Sounds amazing", I brushed a tendril of hair behind her ear. "Where's your mom?"

"She decided to take a trip to Morada. She has a friend up there", she shrugged.

"And when will she be back?" I looked up at the clock which showed the time to be about nine. It was getting pretty late to be out and about.

"Oh, that's the best part", Ashley smiled devilishly. "She's gonna stay with her friend for the night".

I had to smile at this. Chibs had to be fucking psychic. "Really?"

"Yup", she popped the 'P'. "So, I think I'll just have an early night…"

"Oh no, you won't", I interrupted her.

"No? Why is that?" Her smile told me she knew all too well why. I decided to be completely frank with her.

"Because I plan to ravish you all night to make up for the last week", I was pleased to see her mouth open slightly and her breathing hitch.

The dinner was fucking delicious, as usual and as I did the dishes Ashley went to call and check on her mother.

Ashley POV

This week had been wonderful. And absolutely horrible. It had been wonderful considering I had gotten to spend time with my mother. We were now connecting in a way we never had before. Before, I'd always seen my dad as the parent with whom I could talk about anything, and when he left, I'd blamed my mother for ruining such a perfect thing. But now everything was different. I was different. Without knowing it, I'd grown up a lot since moving away from home. My mom was the one to point it out. She'd told me that she saw the change in me immediately, that I was no longer the little girl she was used to. And perhaps this was a good thing. Perhaps I had needed to get away and grow up in order to see my mother in another way, to understand her. I really felt as if we'd gotten closer this past week than we had been during my entire childhood.

The horrible part about this week was that having my mother here meant that sexy time with Juice was limited. And by limited I mean nonexistent. Which was too bad, seeing as we'd only just begun exploring that part of our relationship when my mother showed up on my doorstep.

Juice had really been a good sport about having her here. I think he knew what this meant to me and I received nothing but support from him. He would never show it, but I knew it was all wearing on him a bit.

I think my mom realized we needed some alone time too, which may or may not be the reason she decided to call up some old college friend who lived near Charming. It might sound odd that my mother would do such a thing to get her daughter laid, but that was kind of how our relationship worked nowadays. While my father had been like most fathers – caring and thoughtful, but always a bit overbearing when it came to some things, the relationship my mom and I had established, was more that of two friends. And I think I preferred to have this kind of relationship, as it made it easier to talk to her about things without feeling too much like a child.

So, taking the presented opportunity I decided to cook my boyfriend dinner and give him some hard-earned… sexy time.

As I hung up the phone after checking on my mom, I quickly ran into the bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of my dresser and pulled out something silkier and lacier than I had ever worn before. I'd bought the set while out and about with my mother and I had been told that it would accentuate my body type (whatever that meant). In the store I'd felt really sexy and comfortable, but suddenly here, when I was about to show it to the only person in the world who's opinion really mattered in this situation; I was starting to feel self-conscious. I slipped it on quickly, so that I didn't have time to change my mind.

The set wasn't all that special. It consisted of a bra and panties in sheer purple lace. The bra pushed my boobs together, creating a massive cleavage (I wasn't complaining) and the panties framed my behind in a lovely way. What made the whole ensemble more… interesting was the silky purple stay ups. They were also quite sheer and topped with black lace. I slid them on carefully and pulled on a pair of heels to complete the ensemble. I took a deep breath and, hoping I didn't look like a complete idiot made my way back to the kitchen.

I stood in the doorway and looked at him. His broad shoulders moved as he put away the last of the dishes. The black lettering of his back piece was peeking out on either side of his wife beater. His shaved head was angled slightly downwards and when he raised it I got a good look at his lightning bolts. As he started to turn around I leaned against the doorway and put one hand on my hip, bracing myself for his reaction.

"Ashl-"

He didn't get further than that before he spotted me. His eyes went as big as saucers and his jaw dropped. He didn't say anything but I knew that he approved. Still, there was no reason why I couldn't have a little fun with it.

"You don't like it?" I asked, trying to look hurt and pouted my lower lip a bit more than natural. Who ever said I was a good actress?

"I ah… eh… I…" He was trying to formulate a sentence but it didn't seem to be working for him.

"Oh", I said, feigning defeat and turned. "I guess I'll go change-" As soon as I'd turned he rushed up to me and forcefully crushed me to him.

"You're not going anywhere", he growled in my ear. "Not without me." Yes he actually freaking growled.

His hands dug into my flesh with such force I was beginning to understand just how frustrating the past week had been for him. And to be completely honest, it hadn't been all that easy for me either.

My back was pressed against his front and his arms were crossed over my body. I could feel his ragged breaths across my neck as he pressed himself into me. We both moaned slightly as he pressed his… manhood (for lack of a better word) into my behind. He kind of had to lift me up slightly in order to achieve the kind of friction we both needed (as previously stated (many times) I'm not especially tall). His breathy whisper was almost hard to detect.

"I need you baby", his fingers dug into my sides and glided down toward the edge of my panties. "I don't think I've ever needed anything so bad in my entire life", to emphasize his point he pressed into me once again and I could totally see his point. I turned my head (which was as much as I could turn in his vice-like grip) and smiled up at him.

"Then why are we still here?" That was all it took. Suddenly we weren't in the kitchen anymore, but flying down the hallway to my bedroom.

This time it wasn't sweet, it wasn't tender. We tore at each other's clothes and to be honest I didn't give a flying fart in space if we ripped anything. My expensive set went flying all the way across the room and I don't even know where Juice's clothes went.

It was frenzied, furious and absolutely glorious. I'd never felt so… wanted in my entire life. Wanted in a sexual way, that is. As we came together again and again, our bodies intertwining, curving and moving in unison, I felt so many emotions coursing through me, I felt dizzy. All the lust and love was making me feel as if I was about to combust. When it was over I felt as if I was soaring five feet above the bed. But Juice was there to keep me grounded. As I laid on top of him, my head resting on top of my crossed arms, I felt his chest rumble underneath my arms. I looked up to meet his eyes.

"What?"

"It's just funny", he sighed, meeting my eyes.

"What's funny?" I started tracing invisible patterns on his skin with my fingertips.

"You. Me. Everything", he laughed. "I just never thought I could be this lucky", he touched my cheek ever so lightly. I felt my eyes starting to prickle with (thus far) unshed tears.

"I know what you mean", I whispered as I leaned in to gently press my lips against his. "It's almost too good to be true".

AN: Famous last words? Well see...

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Nat