A/N: don't own don't sue
The lyrics at the beginning are from 'One More Night' by Maroon 5
Set after Season One, before Abel is kidnapped and Gemma is raped and Jax turns into a jerk and the whole club hates each other. Generally back when the show had fun and all the coolest characters were still alive. Because I can, it's called artistic license.
One More Night
Chapter Three
You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we start keeping score
You and I get sick, and I know that we can't do this no more
But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head let it all go
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night
Try to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes
Try to tell you stop, but your lipstick got me so out of breath
I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself
And I'll be waking up feeling satisfied, but guilty as hell
But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you
Yeah I stopped using my head, using my head let it all go
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night
Yeah baby give me one more night
"Hey hey watch it!"
Tig cursed fluently and imaginatively as Juice dropped the towed car a mere inch from his foot. He lunged at Juice, scowling as Chibs jerked him out of his way.
"Sorry, man. I'm sorry." Juice stammered, holding out his hands apologetically as Tig continued to growl at him.
"What the hell's wrong with you, boy?" Chibs shook his head as Half-Sack released the mechanism and the towed car hit the lot with a thunk. "Your head's been up your ass all day."
Juice shrugged it off, his cheeks flushing pink.
"This about that gash the other day?" Chibs asked shrewdly and Juice's cheeks positively glowed.
"We… er… we're going out." Juice managed to get out, scratching the back of his ear embarrassedly. "Tonight."
"You've got a date, Juicy-boy?" Chibs crowed gleefully and Tig forgot about his foot almost being crushed for long enough to grab him in a headlock.
They were loudly taunting him when Clay and Jax emerged from the clubhouse and crossed the lot, pausing at the small group that had gathered around Juice.
"Put him down, you don't know where he's been." Clay grinned, coming to a halt besides a giggling Half-Sack.
"Juice has a date." Half-Sack informed them, leaning on his broom.
"A date?" Jax repeated doubtfully, eyeing Juice who had flushed purple from the combined embarrassment and headlock. "Dinner and a movie, bro?"
Juice tried to look at him but Tig's arm was too constricting. Jax knuckled him in the arm and Tig finally let go. Juice rubbed his chafed neck and avoided everybody's eyes.
"No." He mumbled, staring fixedly at his boots. "Bowling."
Tig was laughing so hard he had to prop his hands on his knees to stay upright. He glowered at him irritably. What was so funny about him going on a date? Taking a pretty girl out? That was what people did, right?
"Bowling?" Tig howled with laughter, wiping his wrist across his eyes.
"Some chicks like being taken places." Opie pointed out. "Places besides back alleys."
Tig rolled his eyes, shoving a mortified Juice in the shoulder.
"Alright, break it up." Clay chuckled, waving a hand towards the garage where the remaining mechanics were closing down for the day.
Juice stomped off, the backs of his ears flaming with embarrassment.
Wolf whistles and hollering surrounded him as he left that night, trying to subtly saunter out of the garage instead of the clubhouse without anyone noticing. It would have worked if Jax hadn't been on the roof opposite and immediately started whistling. He waved them off with a finger and scuttled for his bike, racing back to his apartment. He showered more carefully than usual, scrubbing off the dirt and grease from a day at the garage. He stood in a towel and stared at his ridiculously monochrome wardrobe in confusion. What do you wear for bowling? He didn't think he wanted to wear anything advertising the club and that thought confused him even more. Normally he was proud to wear the reaper, but he felt like he wanted to keep this separate. Something of his own. By the time he'd settled on jeans and a navy blue t-shirt, he was late to pick her up.
If she was annoyed that he was ten minutes late when he swerved to a stop outside the hotel, she didn't show it. She was lounging on the hood of a car in a black vest top tucked into skin-tight jeans with rips at the knees and heeled boots, her hair in a long shining ponytail on top of her head the only spot of colour. Her eyebrows arched over her mirrored aviators as he hurried over to her.
"You're late, biker boy."
He flushed, putting his hands into his jeans pockets awkwardly. She laughed, holding out her hands to him. He took them automatically and she leaped down from the car, landing mere inches away from him. His flush deepened and she grinned.
The bowling alley was relatively deserted on a Thursday night as they switched their boots for the ugly bowling shoes and made their way to their designated lane. Juice hovered awkwardly as she keyed in their names.
"I'll go get us some drinks." He said uncertainly to her back, bolting towards the bar.
He mentally cursed his stupid, awkward, embarrassing ability to always be a complete idiot in any situation as he waited for the bored-looking pimply-faced youth to pour their beers. He didn't know what to say, he felt like a complete dork. She accepted her beer with a brief brilliant smile and took a gulp.
"Wow." She grimaced. "That is disgusting." Juice looked at her owlishly and she laughed, taking another slug. "You're up."
She pointed up at the badly flickering dated TV screen above them. Juice snorted and sucked beer up his nose when he saw she'd put him in as "Biker-Boy". She lifted her eyebrows at him challengingly and he grinned.
It took another hour of lukewarm beer and bad bowling before he finally started to loosen up and enjoy himself. She teased him playfully, making him laugh and putting him at ease. She had worn exactly the right outfit and he could barely keep his eyes off her, every movement she made was emphasised by the skin-tight clothes and more than once she caught him staring.
"So. When you're not covered in grease, what do you do?" She asked as they took a short break, sliding in beside him on the ugly plastic seats.
He eyed her warily, wondering if she was talking about The Bad Penny. It was hot in the busy bowling alley and strands of silky hair were drifting from her ponytail and clinging to her neck.
"I… uh…"
She grinned at him, apparently finding his awkwardness cute. She leaned towards him suddenly, her lashes lowered as he felt her breath tickle his cheek.
"Hobbies, Juice. What do you do for fun?"
Juice considered her question warily. He could hardly tell her he partied with strippers, did whatever drugs he could find and shot up rival gangs.
"You okay there?"
He flushed, very aware that he was screwing this whole date thing up. He didn't date, he screwed crow-eaters. He especially didn't date girls this far out of his league. Fuck.
"I'm nervous." He suddenly blurted, gaping at her in horror as the words left his mouth.
She looked a little taken aback for a second, then she grinned. She took a long slug of her beer.
"That's okay." She winked at him and he averted his eyes in embarrassment. "Come on."
She got to her feet and walked away, giving him no choice but to follow her. They switched their shoes at the counter and stepped out into the cool evening air. There was a frozen yoghurt shop nearby and she took his head, pulling him inside.
"My treat." She smiled, walking away when he opened his mouth to argue.
She leaned over the counter as she gave their orders and his eyes drifted over the round swell of her butt and the long slender length of her legs. Legs he very much wanted wrapped around him again. He really needed to get his shit together to have any chance of that happening. She glanced at him over her shoulder, catching him staring, and grinned.
"Okay, we need to get you relaxed." She said as they left the shop, frozen treats in hand.
"I am-"
She shot him a look and he looked away shyly, shoving a spoonful of frozen yoghurt into his mouth. They wandered around the sparsely populated streets, eating and chatting and Juice gradually allowed himself to relax in her presence. They talked about movies and books, places they wanted to see in the world and things they would do if they could do anything. He found himself enjoying her company and the thought made him happy.
"I don't really date." He admitted as they walked back towards his bike, still parked at the bowling alley.
"By choice?"
He shrugged one shoulder shyly. It was difficult to date when you live the kind of life they did, girlfriends tended to get pissed if you stood them up at the last second because your friend got shot or you needed to burn somewhere down to send a message.
"Me either."
He shot her a sidelong glance but she seemed to be telling the truth. There was a dark look on her face for a moment but then it faded and she smiled prettily at him. She clung to him as they rode back towards her hotel, her warm thighs against his and her delicate hands bunching his t-shirt at his navel. He could feel her breasts against his back and he had to force himself to concentrate on the road.
After dismounting from the bike, she tugged off her helmet and shook out her hair from its ponytail. She handed him his helmet and he fumbled it onto the handlebars, suddenly nervous again. She cocked her head to the side, studying him with those piercing eyes.
"I had fun." She smiled, taking a step closer to him. "On our date."
He blinked at her, distracted by the warm coconut smell of her hair and the faint perfume of her skin. He bravely stepped towards her.
"Juice."
He realised he'd been staring at her heart-shaped mouth and he looked up, finding her looking at him from under lowered lashes. He felt a hot throb throughout his entire body.
"Yes, Frankie?" He felt brave saying her name, almost daring at the intimacy.
"It's the end of our date." She said quietly, stepping closer to him.
"Right." He agreed distantly, fascinated by the movement of her lips.
"So you're supposed to kiss me." She laughed, tracing her fingertips along his bare arm playfully.
He waited for a minute, his brain trying to catch up with her words before leaning forwards and pressing his lips sweetly against hers. She stared at him in amazement and he hesitated. He wasn't sure what was appropriate and he didn't want to come on too aggressive. She rolled her eyes, locking her hands behind his neck and pulling him down towards her. He slipped his arms around her waist, tugging her body against his. They kissed lazily, tongues caressing curiously. He couldn't help but slide a hand onto her butt, she'd been teasing him with it all night, and he squeezed a little until she gasped. They separated reluctantly and he dropped kisses along her throat.
"I… I think that's enough for a first date." She sighed as he nipped at her pulse-point.
He nodded sadly, not willing to push her even though his jeans were aching. She stepped away from him with flushed cheeks, straightening her top out and fluffing her hair over her shoulder.
"Call me for our second one."
He could only nod at her as she walked away towards the hotel, her bright hair swinging against her shoulders.
Juice was grinning like a lunatic when he got back to his apartment, hardly able to believe that he was so stupidly pleased when he hadn't even gotten any! He changed into a pair of old sweatpants and grabbed a beer from the fridge, throwing himself into his favourite old armchair and switching on the TV. He replayed the night in his head, cringing at all the stupid comments he'd made that she'd inexplicably found adorable.
His phone beeped and his heart sank. Not tonight. He couldn't handle any club business tonight, he was happy in his post-date bubble. But he knew he couldn't ignore it in case it was Clay. It wasn't. It was Frankie.
Thanks for the date, biker boy x
His chest pounded and he stuck his tongue between his teeth as he wracked his brain for something to say back that wasn't stupid.
I had fun :)
For fuck's sake, why did he say such idiotic things? He scrubbed his hands over his face in irritation. Why was he so goddamn awkward all the time.
Good, so did I x
He stared at the message, wanting to continue the conversation but not sure how to respond. The phone beeped again and the screen lit up.
Sorry to cut it short at the good part but a lady has to follow the rules x
He gaped at the phone. What was he supposed to say to that.
Next time ;)
He hesitated over the winking face for a good five minutes before he finally sent the message.
Is that a promise? Don't get me all worked up over nothing, biker boy x
Juice watched himself harden at the message, remembering the press of her body against his.
As long as it's not against the rules
He chewed on his lip as he waited for a response, idly stroking his spare hand over the sweats where they were beginning to tent.
Rules were made to be broken x
He squeezed the prominent bulge and let out a little groan at the sensation. He wanted to remind her that they'd already broken this rule, that he'd been inside her before, that next time she was gasping and quivering she'd know the right name to call out.
Now ur making promises
He tried to focused on typing as he massaged the bulge, feeling the blood in his body surging to where he needed it.
I'll keep it. Don't keep me waiting too long this time. Goodnight x
He managed to message back a simple goodnight message before tossing his phone onto the table beside him. He hurried towards the shower, knowing perfectly well that he would be thinking of her as he took care of his problem.