Thank you so much to everyone who's taken the time to read, review, favorite, and follow!

Also big thanks to TeamBlaus4EVER for letting me bounce ideas off of her while writing this one! :) She's got an awesome Juice/OC story you should definitely check out!

And Happy (early) Birthday to Cujoo! Know this wasn't the one-shot we talked about, but that one's coming, I swear! ;)

**So this takes place Season 2-ish when everyone was still happy and alive. ;)**

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Angela


It Won't Be Soon Before Long

Chapter 48: Lipstick Kisses

By Love Ink

Angela stood at the mirror of her bathroom, her makeup kit spread out on the sink in front of her. SAMCRO was putting on its annual founder's day party, and she'd decided to go all out with her makeup. It'd been a long time since she'd really done herself up, and she'd forgotten how much fun it could be. Just taking out her set had brought back memories of the many nights she and her best friend, Rosa, had gotten all dolled up to go out with their Mayan crew. Angela would do their makeup while Rosa would do their hair. Lately, she hadn't bothered to do much makeup since a good chunk of her day was spent putting it on dead people, and Juice didn't seem to care how much make up she wore or didn't wear. It helped that the day she'd met Juice, she'd barely been wearing any which meant he didn't expect her to do a full face every day. Not like Esai. He loved when she did different looks with it, even if it took almost an hour to do.

"What's that?" Juice asked from where he was sitting on the closed toilet beside her. He'd come early to pick her up from the funeral home in hopes that they could have some fun before the party. When he saw she wasn't ready yet, he decided watching her do her makeup was more interesting than watching TV.

"Foundation. Smooths out my skin, covers up all the imperfections," she explained, buffing some in with a brush.

"What imperfections?" he asked, squinting his eyes to study her skin. "I don't see any."

Angela rolled her eyes, though her heart skipped a beat at the compliment. "You should get your eyesight checked," she murmured, reaching for her contouring palette.

"Its true. You don't need this shit." Juice ran his finger over the darkest one, his brows drawn together in utter confusion. "Its like adult face paint."

She smirked as she brushed on some blush. "I guess it kinda is," she agreed on a laugh. "It's fun."

"Doesn't look like it," he muttered more to himself than to her. Looking over her brushes and tools, he grabbed an eyelash curler, a quizzical look on his face. "The hell is this?"

"Eyelash curler," she explained, working on her eyeshadow. "Makes my eyelashes curl up so they look longer."

He leaned on the counter, his finger going over a bright green eyeshadow in her fancy palette. Lifting it back up, he wrinkled his nose at the obnoxious color. "Your eyelashes look fine to me," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "My sister never did any of this shit."

She paused briefly, looking over at him in surprise. He never talked about his family. She didn't even know he had a sibling. "You have a sister?"

Juice looked shocked for a moment as if he couldn't believe she didn't know. "Uh…yeah. Jo. She's…she's back in New York with her husband and kids," he elaborated, dragging his finger over cobalt blue color. "Haven't talked to her in a while, though. Should probably do that."

"Probably," she agreed on a shrug. She was dying to know more but didn't press. He'd tell her when she was ready. It was an unspoken rule in their relationship; they didn't ask about each other's past. She grabbed the eyelash curler and put it to her eye.

He cringed as he watched her use it. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Nope," she replied, setting it down and batting her eyelashes at him. "Pretty?"

Juice's chestnut eyes studied her face before he wrinkled his nose. "You look…different," he admitted on a sigh. "Not bad different 'cause you're beautiful 'n' you'll always be beautiful but just…you don't look like you. I like when you don't have any of that shit on."

She smiled warmly at him, shaking her head. "Baby, I wear make-up every day. 'm never all natural."

He didn't seem surprised by what she said like she'd thought he might be. Most guys seemed clueless when it came to make-up. "I know. I mean like…right when you wake up natural or like…right before we go to sleep and you just wiped off everything with those smelly wipes and you put on that cream that makes your skin so soft. That natural."

Angela felt her heart skip a beat at the loving way he was looking at her. Again, those three little words rose up in her throat, but she bit them back. They'd only been together for a year, and she didn't want to spook him. She did love him, though. He was unlike any guy she'd ever dated before. Esai and Mel had always been picky about the way she looked and dressed from her outfits to her make up to how she acted. And she'd rolled with it. Let them take control because it was easier than fighting with them all the time. But with Juice it was different. The only time he'd ever commented on the way she looked was to tell her how beautiful she was, a welcome change from her past. Blushing, she met his gaze. "You sure?"

"Positive," he said on a nod before gesturing to the makeup on the vanity, "But if all this makes you happy, 's okay. I still like you."

"Goof," she laughed, leaning over to peck his lips. Straightening again, she eyed herself in the mirror wondering what the hell she'd gone through all the trouble for. After Juice's major confidence booster, all the make-up on her face kind of felt fruitless. Who was she trying to impress with it? "Hand me the wipes. All that work for nothin'."

His responding smile could've lit up a dark room. Leaning over, he grabbed the little package and handed her a wipe. He watched her wipe off her makeup, his mouth slightly open in awe. "There's my girl," he marveled, a hint of pride in his voice once she'd gotten it all off. She rolled her eyes, starting to put a simpler look on. "Know what I do like?"

"Hmm?" she asked, putting some light blush.

"I like when you wear lipstick and it gets everywhere when you kiss me 'n' I wake up and have all these colored marks all over or when we have a quickie at the clubhouse and I have your lips on me for the rest of the day. That's sexy as hell," he admitted, his eyes growing dark with lust.

Angela's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't recall any man ever looking at her the way he did. It made her insides turn to mush every time. "Really? I thought it bugged you, so I stopped putting it on so much. Know you're a little…particular about stains and clothes and stuff."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I mean, if it was every day, it'd drive me nuts but every so often…damn," he bit his lower lip to illustrate just how sexy he found it. "Love finding those marks."

She raised an eyebrow, grabbing a few of her lipsticks and lining them up. "Pick a color."


Juice stood at the bar of the clubhouse, his eyes following Angela as she helped refill the empty snack bowls for Gemma. They'd been late to the party, but he couldn't care less, he had dozens of lipstick kiss marks all over his body. She'd put on the darkest red lip stick and had spent the better part of an hour leaving her mark on different parts of his body. If he closed his eyes he could still feel her soft lips as they brushed along his abs, his neck, the inside of his thigh…he swallowed hard, ready to grab her and make her add to his collection.

His view of her was interrupted as a Croweater stepped in front of him, blocking his view. "Hey Juicy," she greeted, her bright pink lipstick staining her teeth.

"Kiki," he replied on a nod, moving to look around her.

She moved again, trying to stay in his eye line. Her hand moved to rest on his chest, her acrylic stiletto nails painted the same bright pink as her lipstick. He knew those nails had left many a trail down the backs of his brothers and fought the urge to grimace at how unsanitary it was. This got him wondering how often she washed her hands and if she washed well under those nails. "How 'bout you and me go in the back? Like old times. I can take care of you real well. Even wore some pretty panties just for you, baby."

Juice shook his head slowly. "I'm good. Thanks."

Her hand slid down the front of his pants, rubbing over his crotch. "C'mon, Juicy. Seems like you're already hard for me 'n' everythin'."

Of course, that was the moment Angela looked over. Her eyebrow lifting a bit as she crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back against the wall, waiting for him to do something. She was the reason he was hard. Not Kiki. Angela had him turned on by just being there. By laughing with his brothers and helping Gemma. But most of all, by the sneak peek he'd gotten of her lacy blue panties when she'd leaned over to pick something up off the floor just a few minutes before.

Juice cleared his throat, grabbing Kiki's wrist and pulling her away. " 's not for you, Keeks," he told her, nodding to Angela as he locked eyes with her from across the room.

Kiki scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Her? Really?"

He nodded slowly. "Really, really," he answered, sidestepping around Kiki.

Slowly, he made his way through the crowd to Angela, his eyes never leaving hers. She stayed where she was, watching him like a predator watches their prey which only served to turn him on more. He stepped in front of her, placing one hand on the wall behind her head as he leaned into her. "Hey beautiful," he greeted, setting one hand on her hip.

"Nice work back there, slick," she told him with a smirk. "Thought I was gonna have to go over there and chop her hand off."

He studied her face, intrigued by her calm reaction. Sure, she was threatening to do bodily harm to the Croweater, but she hadn't. He'd seen Gemma and Tara get into a few Croweaters faces and had honestly expected the same from Angela. Not this calm, collected reaction. "But you didn't."

Angela shook her head slowly, shrugging a shoulder. "I've been that girl before. Did the stupid cat fights and bitch slaps. Never changed anything. The girls still flirted, the guy still let them, and all the while, I looked like the awful, jealous girlfriend," she explained on a frown. She played with the front of his cut absentmindedly. "Then I realized something…it wasn't the girls' faults. It was his. He let it happen. I could claw and fight all I wanted, but if he kept letting it happen, they'd keep comin'. So I stopped fighting. If my man doesn't appreciate and respect me enough to push those girls away, then he's not going to be my man for long. Make sense?"

Juice had to admit he loved the way she thought. Loved that it meant he never had to worry about her stirring up drama with the Croweaters as long as he held up his end of it. And he most definitely could. He'd push away every sweetbutt that approached if it meant he got to go home with her every night. "Yeah, it does, actually," he answered, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Kinda like that strategy."

"Yeah? You're not a fan of the jealous girlfriend thing? I know some guys get turned on by that shit. Girls fightin' over them and all," she baited, her finger trailing over his belt buckle.

"Baby, I'm turned on by everything you do," he told her, moving her hand down below his belt buckle so she could feel just how turned on he was.

Angela smirked, moving her hand away and hooking her finger into the waist of his jeans. "I dunno. Think Kiki got you started on that one."

"Nah. That was all you and those blue panties I got a peek of," he explained with a wink. He dipped his head in closer to her ear, pressing his hips into hers. "It's all for you, baby."

She shivered against him, her hands sliding up his back underneath his cut as she pulled him in closer. Tilting her head back, she raised an eyebrow at him again, a silent challenge for him to make his move. He tenderly tucked a stray hair behind her ear, holding her face as he leaned in even closer, slanting his lips across hers. She responded in kind, her tongue delving into his mouth as she clung tightly to him. For a moment, he was lost in the taste of her, in the smell of her perfume, the feel of her hands moving all over his back. He was totally intoxicated. Nothing else existed.

Which was why he didn't realize Chibs was closing in on him until he felt a heavy hand slam down on his shoulder. "Hate to break this up, but we got church," he said, nodding towards the open chapel doors.

Juice pulled away from Angela, his eyes still on her lips, smiling at her slightly smudged lipstick. God, he wanted to kiss her again. Smudge it even more. "Yeah, right," he breathed, moving closer to her again as if entranced. "Be right there."

Chibs forcefully grabbed his shoulder, effectively yanking him away from her. "C'mon, Juicy-boy. Plenty o' time for that after church," he said, shaking his head at the younger man. "Might want to wipe yer face too. While that color looks fantastic on Angie, it doesn't look so good on you."

Angela laughed as Juice immediately swiped his forearm over his face, not really helping. "I'll get it. C'mere," she said, licking her thumb and gently rubbing at the remaining color off his face.

He didn't know why the relatively innocent move only served to turn him on, but it did. "Thanks, baby," he murmured, moving his hands to her hips.

He leaned in to kiss her again, and she giggled against his lips. "Stop, goof! You're making it worse," she said, laughing as he kissed her neck softly before his teeth sunk into the delicate flesh of her throat. She pushed at his chest. "Ow! Juice!"

"Just lettin' the rest of 'em know who you belong to while I'm in there," he told her with a wicked grin. He kissed her lips quickly again. "Be right back. Be good."

Angela winked at him. "Now where's the fun in that?"


Gemma watched Juice and Angela interact from across the room. The undertaker had been hanging around the clubhouse for almost a year now, and she still couldn't figure her out, couldn't tell if what she felt for Juice was sincere or if she was just with him to piss someone off. They looked like they were having fun, she'd give them that. They were dancing together in the corner of the clubhouse, Angela holding his hips and trying to get him to move them a little more while she coached him through salsa dancing despite the rock music blaring through the speakers. They were tripping over each other and just laughing away. And then just like that, he was pushing her against the wall and shoving his tongue down her throat, his hands all over her body as hers draped over his shoulders, her dark painted nails scratching over the back of his neck just over the point of his mowhawk.

"You scoping out the newest edition?" Clay asked, leaning against the bar next to her.

She nodded in response, narrowing her eyes at her. "Can't get a good read on her," she admitted with a frown. "She's smart, pretty, somewhat stable, no bleeding heart story or baggage…what the hell is she doing with Juice?"

"Girl works with dead people. She's gotta have a screw or two loose up there," he replied, moving his arm around her waist.

"That is true," she agreed, her eyes following the young couple as they stumble through the crowd hand-in-hand. Juice slapped her ass with a free hand making her turn around and grab the front of his cut to pull him in even closer. His hands grabbed her ass again, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He buried his face in her chest, her head falling back as she laughed. "They're almost cute."

Clay winced as Juice stumbled, both of them dipping out of sight as they fell to the ground. "Almost," he muttered, shaking his head at the idiot. Both of them sprang back up, laughing at each other as they disappeared down the hallway. Clay leaned in closer to Gemma, brushing her hair off her shoulder. "C'mon, baby. Let's stop watchin' these idiots and go make our own fun."

Gemma grinned at him, kissing him softly. "Best idea you've had all night."


Chibs groaned as he walked out of his dorm room and into the hallway. It was early in the morning and his head was pounding. There were a few people passed out on the ground in the hallway, brothers from different charters and sweetbutts. Some still half-clothed. Clearly, their Founder's Day party had been successful. He spotted Tig leaning into Juice's dorm room, the wild haired man gesturing him over. With a roll of his eyes, he headed his way.

"Check this out," Tig said, gesturing into Juice's dorm room. It wasn't unusual for them to sneak into Juice's room when he was sleeping; the intelligence officer had the best weed stash and kept rolled blunts nicely organized and labeled in prescription bottles stashed in one of his dresser drawers. He slept too soundly to notice them come in, so they usually took what they wanted and let him sleep. Lately, he'd been spending his nights at Angela's space so they'd grown accustomed to coming and going as they pleased. This time, however, was quite different.

Looking into the room, he chuckled at the sight before him. Juice was snoring away on his back, Angela laying on half top of him wearing his cut and a very pretty pair of lacy panties, one of her long slender legs draped across his. One of his hands was resting on her ass, the other on her thigh. His bare torso, neck, and face were dotted with lipstick kisses.

"Idiot passed out with his pants still on," Tig said, nodding to Juice's jean clad legs, his belt still buckled.

"Shame. Looks like Angie-girl was putting on a quite a show," Chibs commented, nudging Tig's side.

Tig chuckled and nodded. "Should we leave 'em?"

"That would be the nice, brotherly thing to do," Chibs replied sarcastically.

He laughed in response. "Too bad I'm not nice," he said, stepping back into the hallway and grabbing Half Sack as he walked by. "Get me a bucket of ice and water. Now."

He came back with it quickly, the water sloshing everywhere. "W-what're you guys gonna do?"

Tig nodded to the sleeping couple inside. Sack grinned, a relieved look in his eyes that he wasn't going to be on the receiving end of the ice bucket. "Should we wake the undertaker first?"

Chibs nodded, creeping closer to the sleeping couple. He shook her shoulder, smirking when she groaned in response. She turned over, squinting in the sunlight that was coming in from the window as she rolled onto her back, one hand holding the cut closed. "Chibs?" she croaked in confusion.

He nodded, covering her mouth and gesturing towards Tig. "Keep quiet and ye stay nice 'n' dry, love."

Angela smirked, carefully untangling herself from him and moving to the side of the bed. She got up with ease, something that surprised the other two men. "Surprise ye ain't running to the bathroom," Chibs stated, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Nah. I stuck to tequila. Makes the mornings easier," she divulged, winking at him as she snapped a few buttons of Juice's cut closed to make sure her chest was well covered and out of their sight. "Now, if I'd had some of that damn whiskey you wanted me to try, I'd be in there cursing your name."

"Smart girl," Chibs chuckled, making sure to keep his eyes on her face and not her bare legs or the lace panties she was wearing. "Ye have fun last night?"

She sat down on the nearby desk chair, yawning as she nodded. "Mm-hmm."

"Can't have been too fun. Idiot went to sleep with his pants on," Tig stated, moving closer to Juice.

Angela just laughed, shrugging a shoulder as if it were no big deal. "Wasn't for lack of trying," she stated, running her hands through her messy hair. "You gonna do it anytime soon? 'Cause I can think of a way, way better way to wake him up."

Tig paused, raising an eyebrow at her. "This somethin' we can watch?"

"Not if you want to live to see another day," she shot back on a shrug.

Chibs chuckled, shaking his head at her. He didn't know many women who would be okay with other men not only bursting into the room when they were sleeping but also dumping water on her man, but Angela just rolled with it, was even telling them to get it over with. "You're somethin' else, lovey."

"That's what I hear." She yawned again. "Think you can move him to the floor though? Would rather not have a wet mattress to go back to."

"As you wish, doll," Tig stated, putting down the bucket and grabbing Juice's legs. He pulled him off the mattress, letting his body hit the ground with a loud thunk.

Angela grimaced, moving to the bed to crawl over to him when she heard him groan in pain just as Tig threw the bucket of water on him. It didn't catch her, but it hit Juice full in the face. He jolted upright with a curse, water dripping down his face and his bare torso. "The fuck?" he exclaimed, shivering a bit.

"That's what happens when you pass out on a pretty girl with your pants still on," Tig replied with a wicked grin. "Jackass."

Chibs couldn't stop laughing as he watched Juice try to process everything that happened, looking from Tig to the bucket in his hand, to the ice cubes littering the ground around him, and then back up at Angela who was hiding a giggle behind her hand. "C'mon, Tiggy, let's get outta here. Let Angie clean the boy up," the Scot said, slapping his other brother on the shoulder.

"Don't make it too easy on 'im, Ang," Tig said on his way out the door.

"Ye got somethin' good for me, Juicy boy?" Chibs asked, looking over the younger man on the ground.

"Yeah. Top drawer. Pineapple express," he muttered, wiping a hand over his face again.

Chibs gave him a grin, grabbing the little bottle with the pre-rolled joints and grinning at them. "Thanks. You two have fun," he said sauntering out the door, a joint already between his lips.

Angela laughed as he left, leaning over the bed to look over at Juice. "You okay, goofy?"

He leaned up on his elbows, his dark eyes drinking her in for a moment. "Damn, baby," he murmured, biting his lower lip as he looked her over. He reached for her, smiling when she unfolded herself from the bed and moved to straddle him, undeterred by his wet jeans and the ice cubes all over the floor. He settled his hands on her bare thighs, smoothing over while he took in the sight of her in his cut. "Did I really pass out on you like this?"

She shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly. "Last I remember, we fell on top of each other on the clubhouse floor, which would probably account for all these random bruises," she said, gesturing to a few on her arms. "Then I was telling you how sexy you looked in your cut and then you said I would look sexier especially if I was only wearing your cut so…ta da."

He grinned at her, sliding his hands under his cut and opening it a little just so he could see her cleavage. "I was right," he murmured, leaning up to catch her lips in a hot kiss.

She responded in kind, her hands moving so his face as his slid up her bare back, pulling her in closer to him. Her tongue slid into his mouth as her hips moved against his, making him groan. Then just like that, she was pulling away, pressing her forehead to his as she tried to catch her breath. "This floor is gross," she managed to say, though the lust in her dark eyes told him if he really pushed it, she would roll with it.

"Yeah," he agreed, catching her lips in another searing kiss. "Shower?"

"Mm-hmm," she said, getting up before reaching a hand out to him.

He took it. Pulling himself up and pulling her toward him. He captured her lips in another long kiss, his hands moving to grab her ass. "I want a picture first."

She raised an eyebrow, shaking her head at him. "No."

"Please. I'll keep it in my cut. No one else will see it, I swear," he pleaded, giving her his puppy dog eyes. "C'mon, baby. Please."

Angela rolled her eyes, shaking her head again. "I look like shit right now, Juice."

"Nuh-uh. Impossible. You're beautiful. Always," he insisted, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Please."

"Goof. How 'bout this," she started, trailing her finger up and down his chest, smudging some of the lipstick kisses she'd left behind earlier. "We shower, change, and then we can go back to your place and do a photoshoot with that fancy new camera you got me."

Juice nodded, biting his lip again as he looked down her shirt. He couldn't wait to get her in the shower and have her hands all over him. "Deal."

"C'mon goofy. Lemme scrub all those lipstick kisses off. Then we can have even more fun. Maybe this time, you'll even stay awake," she teased with a wicked grin while she let his cut slide off her shoulders and tossed it towards the bed before stepping away from him to head to the bathroom. His eyes followed her ass as she walked away from him towards the bathroom. She paused, looking at him over her shoulder. "You comin'?"

"Soon," he said, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her into the air. "But you're first. Gotta make up for passin' out on you."

She gave him a sexy grin, her hands already going for his jeans. "You better."


I know it could've used some smut but...I kinda like it without it. ;) Let me know what you think!

Or if you have any ideas! I have an Easter one in the works! :D

~Love Ink