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Chapter Five

The following morning, Juice woke up first, stretching as he did so. The bright sun light shone through the curtains, right into his eyes, no doubt that were the reason he woke up, he didn't mind it though. To his right, Nikki was curled up into his side, her head resting in the crook of his arm. She was so beautiful! She trusted him with herself; he knew that, she proved it to him last night. All the memories came back to him, even the smell of her sweat body filled him, mostly because that same sweat sexual sent was still there, lingering on their bodies and the sheets.

Juice turned to his side, smiling down at his sleeping girlfriend. Messy hair splayed out over his arm, some in her face, and he tenderly tucked the wild strand of hair behind her ear. She didn't even move. He knew she would be exhausted, but he didn't mind that, he was content just laying here next to her watching her sleep.

Nikki woke up half an hour later, smiling as she opened her eyes and stretched her body out. She was still swimming on cloud nine. Juice could see it on her face, and he couldn't suppress the small boyish giggle that left his lungs. In turn, Nikki smiled up at him, "What?" She questioned with a smile. Juice shook his head, "Nothing, just you." He paused, waiting for her to respond. "Me? What about me?" Nikki asked, propping herself up on her arm, as she waited for an answer. "You look so perfect. I made you look like this." Juice said, caressing her cheek. "I made you smell like this." He said again, leaning forward and smelling the skin on her neck, before placing a kiss there. "I love you."

Two days had past, and Nikki and Juice spent them naked in bed, making love. Right now, Nikki was leaning against Juice's chest. Together they sat in the bathtub, half asleep, Nikki's head rested on Juice's left shoulder, his hands wrapped around her waist.

Since Juice had come clean with everything that happened, Nikki was seriously thinking about Juice and their future together. Their money was almost gone; in fact, they only had fifteen dollars left. Which left them with two choices, move away, far away, and forget about Charming, and the club, or they could go back to the club, and see where it leads them. In the end, Juice left Nikki to decide, saying: "It's up to you, whatever you choose. You're going to have to deal with all the shit from the club, and if something should happen to me…. So it's your choice. I will stand by you and the choice you make, whatever it is." Two days later, she had come to a decision, now she was fighting with it in her mind, is this the right choice?

Go back to Charming and Juice might die, I might die, or we both live and we go back to a family? Go away and hide for the rest of our lives, and take the chance in the club finding us, and them killing us no matter what.

"Okay." She said, pulling Juice out of his relaxed, sleepy state.

"Okay what, baby?" He asked.

"Okay… Let's go back… to Charming."

"Really?" Juice asked, sounding half excited, half scared to death. Nikki turned around in the tub, straddling his legs. She held onto his shoulders for balance, which he didn't mind at all. "Really." She said with a nod of her head. "Why?" He asked her. It was a simple question, which had a simple answer, "For a chance."

They shared a kiss, as Nikki moved her hips, slipping Juice's member inside of her. Juice moaned out, unaware of what she was planning on doing. She sat down onto him, grinding her hips in a circular motion, causing the water from the bath tub to splash out onto the floor. She started rocking her hips back and forth; Juice's hands assisted her movements. Their moved together slowly. Their lips locked, bodies joined together. Between the two of them, they were a perfect match, age be dammed. The outlaw and the broken under aged princess, polar opposites, but maybe that's why they were so perfect.

Heavy footsteps through the room caused the couple so pause for a moment. Nikki started panicking, "What is that?" Her breathing was heavy, and her body trembled with fear. "Shhh." Juice said, shushing her. "Stay here, but put some clothes on, just be quiet. Don't leave this room until I say so, okay?" Nikki nodded, still trembling. Juice kissed the top of her head, trying his hardest to reassure her, but it didn't have the effect he was hoping for.

Juice stood up, pulling on his jeans, then pulling the door open slowly. He remembered then that his Kutte and gun were on the table in the front of the room by the window. "Shit!" He cursed between his teeth. He couldn't back down now, he had to face the music, and if he had to, he would fight. He could fight, that was one thing he was always good at. He remembers all those times the club would grapple together, it was to improve their fighting skills for when they needed them, not to mention to let off some steam whenever the air got too thick around them.

Juice looked straight into the man's eyes. His own eyes going wide, he was frozen in his place. Nikki could see Juice from the door way. His body stiff and still as a board. This couldn't be good. "Baby… who's there?" She asked, but got the silent treatment in return. He didn't even flinch at her words, which frightened her even more. Only when Nikki tried to walk forward to see who was in the room did Juice put his hand out, stopping her from taking another step.

Juice continued to stand in the doorway, eyeing the man in front of him…..

Oh crap... I seemed to have left out the good parts :P Who can guess who is in the room with Juice? Three guesses each, and the guesses are... *drumroll*