Before we start, we got some smut going on in this chapter. It's toward the end, though, so be patient. Also, I'm not good at writing smut scenes so I hope it's okay enough for you guys.

Ana limped into the secure area of the hospital where Gemma was being held for observation. After being frisked, she walked in, not knowing what to expect when she got there. She knew Gemma was going to be pissed, and she was going to want answers. Some of those answers, not even Ana knew, but since she'd lied to Gemma as well, she knew she had a spot on the woman's shit list.

"Hey," Ana said tentatively, putting her hands in her pockets and doing her best to look ashamed.

"Hey," Gemma said, gesturing for Ana to sit down. Ana did, risking a look at Gemma. She didn't look too angry, but with Gemma you never knew if that was a good thing or not. "So, you knew about Abel, too."

"Yes, ma'am," Ana said meekly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Gemma snorted. "You know, I get it, I suppose. You guys were trying to get me out of dodge, and you knew I wouldn't do that if I knew my grandson was missing."

Ana looked up in surprise. This wasn't what she'd been expecting at all.

"You're not mad at me?" she asked.

"Oh, I am," Gemma said. "I'm pissed at everyone, but my heart has decided to protest every time I make a fuss, so I'm doing things its way. So I'll talk about happier subjects, like the romance novel that is you and Juan Carlos. How are things?"

"Okay. He's..."Ana felt the smile creeping on her face. "Gemma, he's amazing. He was an amazing friend, and he's an amazing boyfriend, too. He literally carried me into my bedroom the night I was shot. He drops off things for me at the office, like candy or lunch, one time he even snuck in a damn pint of ice cream simply because he overheard me talking to a customer about how I could use some at the moment."

Gemma laughed a little. "I knew that little asshole was a romantic sweetheart inside," she said. "Have you two fucked yet?"

Ana shook her head. "We've gotten close a lot, but we don't go all the way. Taking things slow seems to be the way we want to do this," she replied.

"Juice being a gentleman. Well, he's definitely the one in the club most likely to be that way," Gemma said, her expression thoughtful. "I see you're beginning to dress more like an Old Lady now."

It was true. Ana had redone her entire wardrobe, mainly in protest of the town's chill toward the club. Where she once had bright sweaters and blouses and skirts, she now had dark washed jeans, some of them distressed. Black and red tops, a leather jacket, and two new pair of boots. She was wearing a black top with lacy cap sleeves and blue jeans with a pair of the new boots now, and she could tell Gemma definitely approved.

"I figured people take me more seriously when I'm dressed like I could kill someone, and not like I'm a teacher," Ana said, shrugging her shoulders. "They already know I'm deep in the club now, anyway, why not dress the part?"

"You look good," Gemma said. "And you've got the right attitude. People do need to take you seriously. There is a man who would kill for you, and you need to let people know that."

A knock at the door interrupted them, and Ana looked up to see that stupid ATF bitch again. Stahl or whatever her name was.

"God, you just won't go away," Ana said haughtily.

"Nice to see you, too, Miss Lewis," Stahl said with a smirk. "Need a word with Gemma, if you don't mind."

"And if I do?" Ana snapped. She didn't like this woman. She'd framed Gemma, gotten Donna killed, and pretty much caused misery wherever she went.

"Go on, Ana," Gemma said. "Not much else she can do to me."

Ana rolled her eyes but pushed past the agent, making sure to slam the door on the way out. She looked at the time and sighed. It was time for her to go relieve Chucky at the garage. She began to head out, but then saw Piney at the snack machine. It wasn't often he was here, so she decided to see why.

"Hey," Ana said curiously as she approached him. "Everything okay?"

Piney chortled, amused for some reason. "Didn't know you were here, hon."

"Yeah, I was visiting Gemma until the bitch ran me out. Stahl, not Gemma," Ana replied. "So, what's up?"

Piney tok a seat with a shit eating grin on his face. "Oh, nothing much. Your old man is getting patched up back there, had a run in with another MC."

Ana narrowed her eyes in disbelief. She told Juice she didn't want him back in the hospital. With Gemma being here already, the fucking MC might as well have their own private building.

"Where is he?" she asked in a low, dangerous voice.

Juice felt like an idiot. All he was going to do was sell the Chicken Man the ADD meds, and the next thing he knew, he was getting jumped in a van by Hector Salazar and his guys. To make matters worse, they took his kutte, which was the worst thing that could happen to him. He really didn't think this day could get any worse.

Piney came into the hospital room, with an amused look on his face.

"What?" Clay asked as Juice sat with Tara, getting patched up.

"Did you know Ana was visiting Gemma?" Piney asked Clay, and Juice swore. This day could get worse, and he had a feeling it was about to in about thirty seconds.

"Fucking great," he said. Ana had casually reminded him that if he ended back in the hospital, she was going to raise hell.

"Yeah, it is," Piney chuckled. "She spotted me and asked me what was up. I'm pretty sure she'll be coming in here right about...now."

As if on cue, the door flew open and Ana stormed into the hospital room, cussing up a storm.

"Juan Carlos Ortiz, they may as well set up a fucking wing for you and your damn MC affiliates!" she raged as Juice looked helplessly at those around him, silently begging for help. Clay was watching Ana with a look of amused disbelief, and Piney was guffawing. No help for him today.

"Babe," he said, but ducked as she threw a box of gloves at him.

"Babe babe babe, I'm not a fucking pig," she said. "What happened this time?"

"Ana, sweetheart, calm down, the boy's embarassed enough," Piney said, chuckling.

Clay shook his head but was smiling, too.

"Fuck that, give him hell, Ana," he said.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I was doing club business and the damn Calaveras got me good. They took my kutte-"

But whatever he thought Ana wanted to hear, he knew by the look on her face that it wasn't that. She got real quiet and her eyes narrowed.

"I'm sorry, I think I'm deaf. Did he just say they took his kutte?" Ana asked Clay.

He nodded.

She glared at Juice. She knew that kutte was the pride of every member, and to have it taken was the ultimate embarrasment.

"You better get that shit back," she finally said. "And you damn well better make them pay for it, or this pussy is going to be locked down before you even get a chance to enjoy it!"

She slammed the door as she left, still cussing in a misxture of Spanish and English. Piney coughed out a laugh and Clay shook his head again.

"You two still haven't fucked?"

Juice shook his head. He didn't know what brought that rant on, but he knew Ana had just unloaded a lot of stress, most of which wasn't even his fault. Still, he knew he had some making up to do with her. He certainly hoped she felt better now.

" God, you're a bigger idiot than I thought," Clay said, clapping Juice on the back and bringing him back to reality. "Come on, we got work to do."

Ana was back home that night, still upset. She didn't know why what happened to Juice made her so mad. She stood in the shower as the hot water fell over her body and eased her sore muscles, and tried to think of what else was upsetting her.

There was a lot. She was still coping with the Weston bullshit, and Half Sack dying. Juice being in a position where it was likely he wouldn't come home. Gemma facing the damn death penalty for something she didn't do. Abel was still missing, and now it was confirmed he was in Ireland, which meant things with Jimmy was about to get really messy.

Ana loved this club, she loved the people in it, but she did not love the tidal wave of fuckery that seemed to be happening all the damn time. She knew that the guys would be headed to prison soon, was it too much to ask for a little bit of peace before that happened?

She sighed and turned off the water. She grabbed her robe and stepped out of the shoulder, pulling it on. She locked her front door, not really expecting Juice to show up tonight. She sat down at her easel, where she had a new sketch ready to be painted. It was an ocean scene, but instead of seagulls on the beach, it was a crow and a dove. She wasn't sure what drove her to draw them, but she did, and the effect was pretty.

Smiling, she dipped her paintbrush into paint and began to work, oblivious to everything else around her.

Meanwhile, Juice wasn't going to try to stay at her house tonight, but he was there. He was sitting in his car, something he hadn't drove in a while, and he was watching her paint through the window. The smile on her face as she painted had Juice captivated. He could tell she was at peace in her element, and she was completely relaxed.

He hated that she was being brought down by the weight of the club's problems. She wasn't even his Old Lady, not officially anyway, yet she was stepping up by helping them whenever and however she could, and although she said she was okay, Juice could see the way it was wearing her down.

As he drove away, he called Clay.

"Hey," he said. "I need a favor."

Juice walked into the office later the next day and sat on the couch in front of the desk where Ana was working. She looked up at him and kept working, ignoring his presence. He knew she was still pissed, and Jax had come up with the perfect way to earn her forgiveness. It wasn't something the club usually allowed, but given everything Ana had done for them so far, they were willing to let this happen.

"Hey, Jax wants you to come with us," he said, finally.

Ana raised an eyebrow. "I'm busy here."

He gave that grin she loved so much, and she rolled her eyes but gave a small smile of her own despite her anger at him. He got up, took the papers out of her hand, and sat on the desk in front of her. He then took her hands where she couldn't walk away. Ana sighed and looked at him.

"What is is?" she asked, irritated.

"You just really need to come, okay? I promise you'll end up forgiving me," he said, resting his forehead on hers.

"What am I seeing, Juan?" she asked, pulling back.

He smirked.

"Me getting my damn kutte back."

Juice and Chibs helped Ana down the hill to meet up with the Mayans and Calaveras. Juice had murder in his eyes as he spotted the Calaveras. Ana followed his gaze and saw a man who looked more roughed up than Juice did.

"You do that?" she asked him.

He shook his head.

"Nope. But I'll be adding to it."

He nudged Ana to Happy and took his place beside Clay, bouncing on his feet as the two Presidents talked.

Finally, Marcus tossed Juice his cut, and Jax grabbed Salazar. He threw him to the ground at Juice's feet.

"He had your girl there shot and your cut stolen," Jax said angrily. "You better make this fucking right, brother."

Juice smirked.

"Oh, yeah."

Ana watched with awe as Juice commenced to beating the shit out of the cocky asshole. So this was the motherfucker who shot up Half Sack's wake. She almost wished she could get a hit in for her leg, but she knew Juice would take care of that, too.

Watching him beat this guy was a serious turn on. He looked up at her and shook his head.

"And this is for my girl," he spat at Salazar, kicking him across the face.

Oh yeah, Ana thought, biting her lip. He was definitely forgiven. And she was so getting laid.

Ana climbed onto the back of Juice's motorcycle and waited until he got on to say something.

"We need to go to my house," she said before he started the bike.

"What? Why?" he asked, turning back to look at her, confused.

"Because," Ana said, smiling slowly. "I forgive you, and we need to go to my place."

Juice looked confused for a moment before something clicked in his brain. "Oh...OH," he said, his eyes widening and then he grinned. "Really?"

"Let's go," she said, wrapping her arms around his torso as he started his bike eagerly.

"You better hold on," he yelled over the engine. "Because I don't plan on doing the speed limit.

(SMUT ALERT SMUT ALERT SMUT ALERT)

Once in her house, Juice closed the door and pressed Ana against it, kissing her passionately. He tore the buttons off of her shirt as he ripped it open and he began placing kisses over every inch of exposed skin.

"God, Juan, that feels so good," she moaned as he kissed the skin above her jeans. He kissed his way back up to her mouth, and then pulled away.

"You sure about this, babe?" he asked. "We don't have to-"

"Oh, yes we do," she replied, pulling his mouth back to hers. She'd needed this for too damn long. She appreciated him being a gentleman, but she was tired of it. She wanted him inside her, and she wanted it now.

She pushed his kutte off his shoulders and he pulled away long enough for her to pull his shirt over his head. Juice groaned as he felt her bare flesh touch his, and he hoisted her up where she could wrap her legs around his waist. His dick was already hard and pressing against his jeans uncomfortably, and he couldn't wait to see where this night would go.

"Bed, floor, couch, or table, and make it quick," he said huskily, kissing that sweet spot on her neck that drove her nuts.

"Fuck, Juice, bed," she panted, her nails digging in his shoulders as he carried her in there. He lightly pushed her onto the matress and pushed what was left of her shirt off of her shoulders.

She was fucking gorgeous, as he'd always pictured. Her purple lace bra had her breasts pushed up in beautiful swells that he couldn't wait to taste. He placed his hands at the button of her jeans and looked at her face. She nodded with a smile, and he slowly eased her jeans off of her. He could see the butterfly bandages on the leg that was shot, and he winced, knowing it was the because of the life he led. He dropped to his knees and placed soft kisses over the wound. He then kissed his way up her sides, which made her gasp and moan his name, and he grinned as he reached her mouth.

"Juan, please," she whispered, looking into his eyes. "We need this."

Fuck yeah they did, he thought, pulling her up to him and kissing her deeply as he unhooked her bra.

"We do," he said huskily. "But I don't have anywhere I need to be tonight except right here. And we've got a lot to make up for, baby girl."

Ana moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it softly and and swirling his tongue around the tip of it sensually. She pushed her hips against his, trying to find some relief, but none came.

"Baby, please," she whimpered. "I need you."

Juice looked up at her with lust filled eyes.

"Say it again," he replied, slipping his hand into her panties and feeling how wet she was. She gasped when he stroked her clit softly.

"I...need...you," she choked out as he continued his ministrations.

"You've got me, Ana," he said, kissing his way down her body. "Every...single...part of me."

Juice looked at her panties, and with a grin, tore through the lacy hips and literally ripped them off of her.

"I liked those," she pouted and Juice laughed.

"You'll like this more, and I'll buy you some more underwear. You look good in purple," he said, right before he grabbed her hips to bring her closer. Juice put her knees over his shoulders and lowered his face in her pussy. He massaged his tongue over her clit, short, agonizing strokes until she twisted and turned.

"Dammit, Juice," she moaned as he continued to lick every bit of her. This man was going to be the death of her. She tried to push him away, or bring him closer. Ana just moaned as he continued his very thorough exploration of her pussy. His toungue dipped inside as he thumbed her clit again, and she bit back a scream when his tongue pressed against her G-spot.

"Fuck, Juice," she hissed between her teeth.

"Kinda the point, babe," he said before going back to her clit.

Smug little shit, she thought as she felt her body stirring with a familiar fire that she hadn't felt in so long.

"Juice, please, I'm-" she finally gasped loudly as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

This was different. She hadn't had this with Gavin, or with Casey, and neither of them exactly sucked in bed. But if Juice could do this with his tongue, she was a little afraid of what he could do with his dick. This was fucking amazing.

Juice moved from his position in between her legs and was blown away by the sight of her.

God, she was fucking beautiful when she was coming. Ana's face was thrown back in ecstacy. Her face was flushed and her eyes were on fire with lust and desire. Her hair was sweaty and sticking to her forehead, definitely no longer straight like it was this morning. Talk about sexy? This girl fucking defined the word, he thought. And she was his, and that made him proud as hell.

His cock was now straining against his jeans so he stood to take off the rest of his clothes. The sooner they were gone, the sooner he could make that look return to her face again.

Ana bit her lip as she saw his cock for the first time. It was thick and hard, and, Ana thought smugly as she looked up at his face, all hers.

She got on her knees and licked a line from his belly to his chest, making him inhale sharply. She trailed her tongue across the tattoo under his pec and then looked up at him. "One day I'm going to want to know what that says," she whispered.

"One day I'll probably tell you," he said lowly. The look in his eyes excited her even more. It was lusty, dark, and a little dangerous.

Juice groaned when her lips kissed the tip and then he hissed when she began taking him into her mouth. "Fuck, Ana," he groaned.

Ana smirked as her mouth worked him. The sounds he was making, the groaning, panting, and hissing were turning her on all over again. She took as much as she could in her mouth without gagging, and was rewarded with a "Shit, Ana!" and his hands fisting in her hair.

He'd received blow jobs before, but none of them could touch what Ana was doing right now. Her tongue was making lazy circles around his length, and he felt himself approaching the edge quickly. He pulled out of her mouth, trying to collect himself before he went over that edge.

Ana leaned back on the bed as Juice reached in his jeans to get a condom. He ripped open the packet and put it on quickly before getting in between her legs.

"You sure, baby?" he asked, stroking her face. She nodded, closing her eyes, and Juice pushed into her slowly.

Ana moaned and arched her back as he filled her. She felt Juice shiver above her and knew he was getting used to the feeling as well. He pushed in deeper and Ana moaned again.

"You feel so good, Ana," he whispered, as she wrapped her legs around him. He began a steady rythm, slow and gentle, taking his time. "So fucking good."

"You do, too, baby," she moaned, arching her back so he could go deeper. Her nails dug crescents into his back, and Juice buried his face in her neck, his tongue making circles along the sensitive spot there.

"Harder, baby," Ana moaned as he pushed in even deeper. Juice nipped her neck as he did what she said, and was rewarded when he heard her moan his name again.

"You like this?" he asked with a grin, looking at her. Her eyes were half closed as she nodded with a smile of her own.

"Like's not a strong enough word, oh shit," Ana gasped, arching her back again. "I'm so close, Juan."

"Say it again," he said, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. "My name, say it again."

"Juan, baby, please don't stop," she cried out. She screamed and he nearly combusted when he felt her clench against him. She moaned incoherantly and dug her nails into his arms when she came, and Juice soon found his own orgasm coming forward.

They both laid in that position, catching their breaths. Juice pulled out of her and threw the used condom toward the wastebasket by her bed. He then fell back on the pillows, exhausted and satisfied.

"Jesus," Ana said as Juice pulled her over. "That was incredible."

"Mhm," Juice just said, stroking her naked back as she rubbed the tattoo under his pec. "Hey, Ana?"

"Yeah?" she asked, her fingers still tracing patterns along his torso.

"I love you," he said softly. Her fingers stopped, and he looked to see her looking at him in disbelief.

"What?" she asked, even though she'd heard him clearly.

"I love you," he said, propping his head on his hand and using his other hand to touch her face. "And that's not just the sex talking. I'm in love with you, and I think I have been since you came back from Seattle. When you were gone, all I could think about was you, and when I saw you were back, I was happy as shit. When you lost your job, all I wanted to do was hold you and tell you it was going to be okay. You've had me captivated from day one. And I can't stop loving you even if I wanted to."

Ana smiled and kissed him sweetly.

"I love you too," she said. "Really and truly."

Juice pulled her closer and kissed her again. They made love a second time, slower and sweeter than the first time, and they fell asleep in each others arms, not caring about what the world outside held for them.

There you go, stormdec23. Sexy time for Ana and Juice, and they told each other "I love you".

So the Ireland trip is coming next and things are going to get a little hairy. I'm hoping to end this story sometime next week so I can get started on part two, because that's going to be when things take a huge dive from canon Juice, because canon Juice after season 3 is sad, and sad Juice is the worst Juice.

So I hope everyone liked this. I had fun writing it.

Til next time, lovelies.