Chapter 27: Healing Wounds

POV: Marta

I woke up with a jerk as Juan Carlos' alarm went off- 7:00 a.m. I had forgotten to unset it when I had resolved to leave. I stretched out to smack my hand over it. My hand hit it and the annoying ringing stopped as did my snoring mohawked patient. I felt his arm come around my waist pull me towards him. With my back flush against his side, I slowly turned to find that mischievous smile in front of me. I used my elbow to prop myself up and give him a long good morning kiss. My left leg caressed his right one and his hand travelled underneath his shirt to find my breast. He managed to smirk as he kissed me and pulled me in closer as he pinched my nipple. I gasped in his mouth and crossed my leg completely over his body. As I straddled him, I pulled off his t-shirt off my body and he smiled wider as he took in my nakedness. He tried to sit up but winced with pain.

"Sorry, papi." I leaned back. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back down until his mouth was on mine.

"You have nothing to be sorry about babe."

"I should get your meds, and maybe something to eat." I started to pull myself off but Juan Carlos tightly gripped my hips back on him. I could feel his urgency through his sweat pants as he moved my hips so our bodies rubbed up against each other.

"You still wanna get up?" He smiled deviously knowing full well what he was doing. I leaned down and kissed him. Slowly, I pulled his shirt over his head and began kissing his lips and scooted down as kissed downwards. He shifted himself up with a wince and his boxers and sweats came off. With a permanent grin plastered to his face, he coaxed me on. I pulled off my lace panties. "Oh yeah, baby. Come back to me." I crawled back up and slowly lowered myself onto him. Juan Carlos grabbed my hips as I ascended and descended on him. He grunted and panted as he continued to explore me with his hands.

"Juan Carlos!"

"Just like that babe, don't stop!" He grunted. He raised his hand off my hips to cup my breasts and take him time with each on in his mouth making chills run my body. A few more strokes and we were both done. "You're learning fast." He said as I lay on top off him trying to regain the feeling in my legs. I finally rolled off and pulled my sleeping attire back on.

"Babe, where are you going? You're going to leave me like this?" I tossed a pillow his way.

"Juan Carlos, you need you're meds. I'm going to make you breakfast and after you take them then I'll give you bath." He chuckled and eyed me up and down.

"Dirty girl, you need a bath too."

"Well, Professor Juan Carlos, I'm sure we can both help each other out with that." I couldn't help but bite my lip at the thought of the mess we would make in his bathroom. I kissed him on the forehead and headed downstairs to get breakfast ready.

POV: Juice

That woman's gonna kill me. I did need my meds but once again the adrenaline running through my body was enough to not feel as much pain. As I came down from my orgasm, I realized just how it began to inch back. It was worth it. I had no intention of slowing down especially since we had missed out so much. Even though the pain in my leg kind of held me back from dominating her, it gave me great pleasure in seeing how she enjoyed herself and vice versa. Unlike the sweet butts, I could feel her genuiness with every moan, gasp, and exultation of pleasure. She had no idea what was in store for her when my leg and ribs heal.

I couldn't help but notice that since we've been back together she hasn't once had a nightmare. It's only been two nights but it was a lot considering every night since she came home I would hear her cry out in the middle of the night. I felt guilty that all the nights I heard her scream and would sneak in to hold her and calm her could have been avoided if I didn't let my own guilt cloud my judgment. Even though she wouldn't wake I liked to think that somehow she felt me by her side and that's why her cries would die down and she would fall back into a peaceful sleep. I see it clearly now that when I held her or showed her my affection her mind was at ease. Somehow that kept the nightmares at bay. She needed that to feel protected. I needed it as well to feel that I was not failure and that I could provide for her as her old man. She had been through a lot the last 3 months. I hadn't made it easier for her but I was sure gonna try now that I had this second shot.

She came back twenty minutes later and helped me back into my boxers. Leaning on her to ease the weight off my injured leg, we went downstairs to the kitchen. On the table were coffee, juice, pancakes and sausage. My smokes were sitting next to the coffee cup with my meds and a lighter. Damn, this woman knew me. I was feening for those cigarettes for two days. I couldn't help but smile as I settled in and watched her slip her can of coke.

"I see your covered the basis." I grabbed the cigarettes and tapped them against my hand and popped one in my mouth. Lighting the cigarette I inhaled the much needed nicotine my body craved. I playfully blew the smoke in her direction and laughed when she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Babe, what's up with the coke?" I remembered the first morning after I brought her home that she order coke with her breakfast and almost every time I saw her at the garage she had a coke in her hand. I just didn't get it.

"I don't do coffee; it makes me nauseous." She leaned her head to the side and smiled. "You got your cigarettes and coffee, and I have my coke." We both laughed and began to eat.

I didn't want to ruin the light mood as we finished eating and she headed to sink but there was a subject I needed to broach before we headed back upstairs. Not sure of her reaction, I posed the item before her when she turned to pick up my plate off the table and gently I grabbed her wrist. Sure to look her straight in the eyes I asked. "You know, babe, there's one thing you forgot to get and from last night and this morning, we need to be careful… I'm not saying it'll never happen, but just not now." She looked down to the floor and wiggled her wrist out of my grip. Turning towards the sink, she answered me back nervously.

"It's a non-issue. I had the doc give me one of those shots the last time I went for a follow up. You know after….it….happened. It was just a way of …protecting …..myself. " Her voice was shaky and she avoided me completely keeping her back to me and turning on the faucet. I pushed myself off the chair and hobbled over. Placing my arms around her waist I nuzzled my face against the back of her neck. I pulled her back around. Her face lowered towards the floor. I placed my hand under her chin and positioned it so that I could look at those watery brown eyes.

"Babe, I'm never going to let anyone hurt you again. You get that right?" She tried to lower her head after she nodded but I couldn't let her look down in any shame. "I guess it's about time we talked about this, without me shutting you out. Come on, let's get on the coach." I tried nudging her forward but she placed her hands behind her back and gripped the sink tightly.

"I don't want things to go backwards. We were finally happy. I don't blame you and I don't want to end up a ghost in your life again." I could tell from her eyes and the unsteadiness of her voice she was frightened.

"You're not going to be a ghost. I know that what happened still haunts you. I wasn't there to protect you and I wasn't thereafter. I'd like to pretend it didn't happen. Being with you it seems like you're past it but the way you are at this moment I can see your pain. You can talk to me about it. I don't want you to hide anything from me. I may not understand it all and I can't guarantee I won't feel responsible but I am not going to turn my back on you again. You're my old lady." I kissed her forehead and she sank into my chest. My body jerked as she clung to me roughly. She quickly pulled away and I cradled her face before kissing her.

"That's the first time you called me your old lady." She smiled wiping a few stray tears from her face. "I don't want to talk about it now, though. Ok?" She looked at me pleadingly for approval.

"Yeah, that fine, Babe." I hugged her back and she was careful not to squeeze too tightly. I let out a chuckle and she pulled back and stared at me with those brown eyes. "Did you not think you were my old lady?"

"Your club calls me that, Gemma too, but you never did." I caressed her face as she placed her smooth fingers over the stitches on my face.

"I thought it was understood. Although," I placed my hand on her back and circled the back of her shoulder, "there is one thing missing to make it official." She placed her head against mine.

"That's tricky you know."

"I know. It's kinda like being patched. Your home town, your family all that shit moves back a row. Once I give you my crow, this charter's your home; this club is your family. SAMCRO is my family. The Mayans are yours. One will have to come before the other. I'm not asking you to choose now. But there will come a time sooner or later, that either one or both clubs will want an answer. "

"I know, Juan Carlos. I gotta sort it out. I want to be with you but I don't want to lose them completely."

"Don't take off again, you hear me?" I looked her straight in the eyes with my hand firmly on her chin.

"Yeah, Juan Carlos."

"Sorry, to bring this shit up. I'm not too good this this shit. I didn't mean to lay one rough one after another."

"Don't. Let's get you upstairs before your brothers come by to pick you up and think I'm a lousy nurse, k?" I giggled as I placed my arm around her and we both proceeded out of the kitchen.

"You're implying that I smell?" I touched my chest and tried to playfully look offended. She took in a deep breath.

"Oh yeah, Papi. " I dropped my hand and slapped her ass. It was easy to turn things back around maybe because we both wanted not to think about it. The Club has been good about letting her hang around despite her background but with the Niners problem and Clay getting out of rehab, I'm just as sure that her status within the Club would come up. Putting away those thoughts for now, I let her know exactly what I thought of her sass.

"Smart ass! " I remarked as we headed straight to the bathroom.

One in the bathroom my nurse bathed me and I continued to take full advantage and milk my injuries. The bathroom was soaked from splashing and the mischief. I couldn't help but smile as she laughed and playfully slapped my arms when things got a little rough. She sure amazed me how she seemed to try so hard to turn off the emotional pain and find a healthy center. It won't always be fun and games but there will be times of laughter and absolute oblivion to our problems of the world outside our home.

She wasn't just an excellent student in the bedroom but as well with the medical stuff. She changed the bandage on my leg without fear or nervousness. My fresh wound was healing and with the antibiotics and pain medicine I would be well off to ride into Teller Morrow for the vote tonight. I settled into the living room and back to gaming while she headed upstairs to clean the disaster of the bathroom. Giving me a quick tap kiss on the lips and armed with rubber gloves and cleaning supplies in her free hands she headed upstairs. In a few hours, I'd be in Church surrounded by my brothers ready to put the Reaper on a prospect hopefully two.