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**This is the moment Angela referenced in the last chapter of Hands All Over. Drunk Juice. (And yes, I stole the chapter title from the Beyonce and JayZ song.) ;)**

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Angela

It Won't Be Soon Before Long

Chapter 35: Drunk in Love

By Love Ink

Angela was midway through an episode of the Sopranos when there was a pounding at her front door. She jumped a bit, pausing the show for a moment, pausing the DVD to see if she could figure out who it was since she wasn't expecting anyone. "Angel! Angel face!" Juice's voice called through the door.

She raised an eyebrow; he was supposed to be at the clubhouse doing "club shit". The brief idea that he might use the opportunity to sleep with a Croweater had passed her mind, but she'd pushed it away. He'd never told her they were exclusive, and though she didn't sleep around, there was nothing stopping him from doing it. She pushed herself up off the couch and heading to the door. A laugh escaped her lips as she heard him mumbling to himself. "Hey you," she greeted as she opened the door.

"Hey baby," he replied, leaning heavily against the door jamb. "I'm drunk."

"No kidding," she said on a laugh. She'd seen Juice buzzing a handful of times but never this drunk. "What are you doin' here?"

Juice stumbled in as she backed up to let him. He stopped in front of her, his eyes looking over her face. "You're so pretty, Angel face," he slurred, his hand clumsily tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "So pretty."

Angela bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Angel face?" she repeated. Now, that was a new one. She was pretty sure no one had ever called her by that before.

"Face of an angel!" he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air as he walked over to the couch. He went to throw himself down on the couch and missed, landing on the floor with a thud.

"Goof!" she shouted, grinning at his antics. She walked over to him, bending over so she was hovering above him. "Are you okay?"

"You're pretty, Angel," he repeated, his hands reaching up for her. "You know that?"

Angela smirked at him. "You told me already."

He smiled up at her, that huge megawatt smile that made her heart do flipflops. "The eaters…they don't compare," he said in wonder. "I was lookin' at 'em and thinkin' 'cause we're not…and just thinkin' which one I wanted 'n' then I thought about you and you were all I wanted, Angel. So I walked over."

"You walked over?" she repeated, stunned. It wasn't a short walk by any means. She'd run it a few times before but walking it took at least an hour and a half.

He nodded, sitting up slightly before thinking better of it and laying back down. "Didn't wanna hurt my bike. 's not too bad. Had a bottle to keep me company 'cause I wanted your company. But you're too far now."

"Juice!" she squealed as he pulled her down on top of him. She pushed herself up, her hands on either side of his torso so she could see his face. His eyes were glassy but happy which made her smile. "Baby, how much did you drink?"

"Enough," he said, his fingers caressing her cheek. "I like when you call me 'baby'."

Angela laughed again; apparently, booze was like truth serum Juice. "What were you drinkin', baby?" she asked, incredibly amused by his drunken state.

Juice brushed his thumb over her cheek, leaning his head up to press a lazy kiss to her lips, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She could taste the tequila on his tongue and moaned a bit at the delicious taste that was a mix of Juice and her favorite liquor. "You like that?" he asked, pressing sloppy kisses along her jaw.

"Mm-hmm," she said before pushing herself up off of him and to her feet.

He reached a hand up to her, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Why are you so far away?" he whined.

Angela laughed and grabbed his hand, tugging on it lovingly. "C'mon, goofy. Let's get you some water," she said, helping him to his feet.

He swayed a bit before taking a clumsy step towards her. He took her face in his hands, kissing her again. "Mmm," he moaned, his tongue slipping into her mouth again. "You taste good…and you're pretty. So pretty, Angie. And you're mine. Know that? You are mine. I don't know why you like me, but you do and that's…awesome."

She laughed again, slipping an arm around his waist and walking him towards her bed. "Yeah, yeah," she said, shoving him into her room. "Take off your clothes, Rico Suave."

"Fuck yeah, baby," he said, struggling to take off his cut. She rolled her eyes and went to help him. She draped the cut over her chair and turned back to see he'd somehow gotten down to his boxers lightning fast. "Your bed's so fuckin' comfy, Angie," he said, stretching out across it. " 'specially when you're in it with me."

Angela smiled, leaning over the bed to kiss his lips. She straightened again, heading out the door and laughing to herself when she heard him calling her name after her. She came back with a water bottle and handed it to him. "Drink."

"If I drink it, will you come and snuggle?"

"Snuggle?" she repeated, on a laugh. At his honest look, she nodded. "Yes, baby. You drink it, and I'll snuggle with you all night."

He clumsily opened the water and sucked it down, draining most of the bottle, his light brown eyes never leaving her face. Setting the bottle aside, he wiped his mouth with his arm and held out a hand to her. She sat down on the bed next to him, smiling when he stretched out with his head in her lap. He looked up at her, studying her face intently. "What?" she asked on a laugh.

"We'd make pretty babies, Angel," he told her, brushing his fingers across her cheek. "We should get married and make pretty babies. Fill a whole house with 'em. And a dog."

Angela smiled a bit, tracing out the tattoo on his scalp with a gentle finger. He had no idea how good that sounded. For a second, she could see it. Little rascals running around their house being chased by a dog of some sort. She stopped herself before she could continue down that road. He's drunk, she reminded herself. She had a feeling he wouldn't remember anything he said in the morning. "You're drunk, Juice," she deflected on a light laugh.

"Doesn't matter. We'd still make pretty babies," he insisted on a shrug. "Name 'em Harley and Dyna and Crow and Sam and Redwood and Mayhem and Anarchy."

She snickered at his choice of baby names. There was definitely a theme there and no way in hell she'd use them on any of her children. "Just how many babies are we having, dude?"

"A bunch! Gonna fill a whole house with little me's and little you's," he mused drunkenly. "And we're going to get old and gray and sit in rocking chairs sippin' sweet tea…whatever that is. We'll grow old together. And you'll still be pretty even with gray hair and wrinkles."

Angela dipped her head down to kiss his nose. "You're drunk."

"And you're beautiful," he replied, lifting his head to kiss her lips. "And mine. Dunno why you're mine, but you are, right?"

"Only if you're mine," she teased back.

He pondered her statement for a moment before a small smile spread across his face. "Never really been anybody's before," he said softly. "Hope I don't screw it up."

"You're doin' just fine, goofy," she assured him.

He grinned at her again, a silly, goofy grin that had her stomach doing flip flops. "Good. That's good," he said around a yawn. " 'm tired, Angel face. Walked all the way over here for sexy time 'n' now..."

She laughed, leaning over to kiss him again. "Go to sleep, dude."

"Sexy time tomorrow?"

"Oh, sweetheart, I dunno if you're gonna be up for that," she said, scratching over the side of his head with her short nails.

His eyes started to droop closed as he relaxed, a content sigh escaping his lips. "Mmm, feels good, baby. Don't stop," he murmured sleepily. "You're too far, Angel. Want you closer. Naked."

"Goof." Angela leaned over and kissed him soundly on the mouth. He kissed her back lazily, his hand tangling in her hair. Pulling away, she gently pushed his shoulder. "C'mon, drunkie. Snuggle time."

Juice smiled, rolling off of her and waiting for her to lay down before rolling back to her. He draped one arm over her chest, his face buried in her neck as he pulled her in closer. "I like this. This is good," he murmured around a yawn, his hand moving to settle on her breast. "You're good. I'm lucky."

She laughed, turning to kiss his forehead. "You're a goof," she told him, though she was pretty sure he was already asleep. "And you're going to be worshippin' that porcelain god tomorrow."

Juice's stomach woke him up as it churned, its contents rising up in his throats. Quickly, he pushed himself off of Angela and sprinted towards the bathroom. He made it to the toilet just in time to throw up everything he'd drank the night before. Holding onto the cold porcelain, he prayed Angela didn't hear him retching. It wasn't the sexiest thing in the world, and he didn't want to endanger their brand new relationship.

"Juice?"

He groaned at the sound of her voice, closing his eyes as he knelt there for a minute, his chin on the toilet seat. " 'm fine," he grunted, wiping at his mouth with his arm and flushing the toilet. He looked up to the doorway to see her leaning against it, a concerned look on her pretty face. "Don't…"

Another wave of nausea hit him before he could stop it, and he leaned over to spill what was left in his stomach into the toilet. He felt her nails rake over the back of his neck as he sat there, puking like an idiot. "That's it. Get it all out, goofy," she murmured, kissing the side of his head.

He leaned back to look at her, stunned by her reaction. The last time anyone had been that kind to him when he was puking was when he'd had the stomach flu as a kid and his mom stayed home to take care of him. "Sorry," he murmured. "This is gross."

"Been there, buddy," she told him, rubbing his back. "Water, Advil."

Juice downed the water quickly and took the pills, all the while keeping his eyes on her, waiting for her to bolt. She stayed by his side, sitting down on the cold linoleum next to him in nothing but a pair of panties and one of his wife beaters, not a stitch of makeup on her face, hair a mess. She was beautiful, his girl. "Thanks, Angel," he murmured, leaning over to kiss her. "Go back to sleep. It's fuckin' four in the mornin'. 'm fine here."

"Nuh-uh," she said, shaking her head and holding a hand out to him. "Brush your teeth 'n' come back to bed."

He grabbed her hand, letting her help him to his feet. She kissed his cheek and headed out, stopping only when he reached out and smacked her ass. He gave her a cheeky grin around the toothbrush in his mouth. She rolled her eyes and kept walking, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

He took his time brushing his teeth, making sure he was minty fresh for his girl. By the time he got back, she was already asleep, her back to him so the light wasn't shining in her eyes. He got into the bed behind her, draping his arm over her torso and nuzzling his nose into the back of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. He was starting to feel better already.

When Juice woke up the next morning, she wasn't there. There was a note telling him she had to work and that there were fresh scones in the kitchen. He sat up with a grunt, his stomach grumbling as he headed into the kitchen. There was a fresh pot of coffee in the maker, scones laid out on a plate next to it with a big glass of orange juice sitting by them. He grabbed a scone, taking a huge bite before letting out a groan. It was a mixture of bacon, cheddar cheese, and onions; exactly what he wanted. "Fuck yes," he murmured, his mouth full as he grabbed the whole plate along with the glass of orange juice. He wouldn't mind waking up to this every day for the rest of his life.

That's when it hit him. His mouth suddenly went dry as he remembered what he'd said to her the night before. Everything he'd said to her the night before. No wonder she'd left him alone in bed! She was probably freaking out! He sat down heavily on her couch, letting his head falling into his hands. Had he just royally fucked things up?

The door opened with a creak behind him, startling him. He looked over his shoulder to find Angela walking in dressed in her nice clothes. "Hey drunkie," she greeted on a smile as she went to the kitchen to fix herself another mug of coffee. "How you feelin'?"

He was feeling sick to his stomach with the thought that she was about to bring up what he said. Tell him they're moving too fast, and she needs a break. That the idea of babies and getting old and gray together like he'd said had scared the shit out of her, and she needed him to leave. "Fine," he muttered, his heart beating fast in his chest as he looked over at her. "Sorry I kept you up. Didn't realize you had work."

She gave him a secret smile and shrugged. " 's not every day I get called 'pretty' and 'beautiful' over and over again 'til I'm sick of hearing it."

"Sorry," he murmured, smirking a bit. He looked her over again, trying to see if he could see a hint of fear or a sign that she was going to leave. There was nothing there, though. Nothing, but her usual happy, calm expression.

"What's wrong? You're being weird."

Juice smiled a bit, chuckling as he shook his head. "Nothin'. Just…hungover," he lied, stretching out on the couch before holding out an arm to her.

"Are we going to snuggle some more, goofy?" she asked, waiting for him to nod before lying down on top of him. "Big party last night?"

"Uh-huh," he murmured, running his fingers over her spine. He relaxed a bit, confident that she wasn't going to bring up the crazy things he'd said. They were crazy because he'd said them so soon, not because they weren't true. He'd meant every word of it, but he didn't want her to know that. "Founder's day. Few other charters were up. Lots of craziness. Lots of booze. Lots of girls."

"Yet here you are," she said, leaning back a bit so she could see his face.

"Yeah. Feel lucky to have you, Angel face. You're smart, you take care of me, make me breakfast," he rattled off, stroking his fingertips over her cheek. She gave him a smile that made him feel all warm and fuzzy. He kissed her softly, sliding his hands into her hair. "And you're really pretty. Have I mentioned that lately?"

Angela laughed, smacking his stomach playfully. "Goof!"

Just some brief fluff! :) Still have a lot of one shots that y'all have requested in the works! I didn't forget, I swear!

Also...GO WARRIORS! Haha sorry, I had to. :p

~Love Ink