I'm always apologizing for not updating sooner, but if I'm not busy with school, its work. The holidays are killing me. I need a vacation.
How have you guys liked Season 7?! I have so many emotions right now (& most of them are about Juice and Abel) but we can only wait and see what happens in the LAST TWO EPISODES! I'm both scared and excited! I don't want SOA to end!
Watching Season 7 while trying to write down chapters based in Season 2 is challenging for me, I have SO many ideas of how this story can go! This chapter takes place in the episode "Eureka" which we all know Juice doesn't appear in, so I'm taking advantage of his absence and filling in the blanks. Thank you to everyone who continues to read this story and a big THANK YOU to those of you who have favorited/followed! It means alot!
And today's chapter is titled "Northern Wind" by City and Colour
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hills Have Eyes or Sons of Anarchy.
Gemma had decided to give Emily the day off, so she didn't know what to do. Mary had arrived early in the morning to drive the kids to school, so Emily was left alone in the kitchen while Opie was locked away in his room. There was something about him that made Emily nervous, so she tried to stay out of his way.
Emily poured freshly brewed coffee in a mug and took a seat at the table. A faint noise started to buzz in her bag, startling her for a second before she started to search for her cellphone. A text from Kozik? She opened the message.
"Hey, kid. You can thank me later." She read aloud, a frown forming on her face. What? She replied. "What are you talking about?" She sent the text, and after waiting for a reply that never came, she threw her phone back into her bag and enjoyed her coffee. Or at least she TRIED to.
She hadn't talked to Juice since the night he kissed her. Whenever Emily was around the clubhouse, he would hide away in a backroom with his laptop or ride off to nowhere, always "busy". She didnt know where their friendship stood at. It was starting to upset her.
It was ridiculous that it bothered her this much, but the longer she went on without seeing him, the more she felt as if this was all somehow her fault. Maybe he regretted kissing her? Maybe he didn't want to get too close to her because both her father AND brother were in the club? She could see why he wouldn't want to get involved with her. But that didn't make her feel less shitty about the situation.
She heard Opie slam his door shut, snapping her back into reality. Her brother walked into the kitchen, letting out a slow sigh. "Hey."
"Want me to make you breakfast?"
"Nah, I need to get to the clubhouse. Charity Run."
"That's today?" Opie nodded his head, serving himself some hot coffee in a mug, taking a long drink from it. "And you're going?"
"Clay wants me to go." He drank the rest of his coffee in one big gulp before throwing the mug into the sink. "Mary will take care of the kids for the next few days. Don't worry about them. You'll have the house to yourself." He grabbed his cut off of the couch and pulled it on, readjusting his beanie. You're full of short answers, aren't you brother? She stared after him as he grabbed his keys off the table and walked toward the front door, looking back at her. "You coming?"
Maybe I should check on Gemma and see how she's doing. She didn't have anything better to do, so she finished the rest of her coffee, grabbed her bag and followed her brother out the door.
It was incredible how many members had shown up. Their motorcycles were scattered out in the streets and filled the lot. Lucky for them, SAMCRO's spot along the railing of the garage was reserved for its members.
Opie rode up alongside Tig and Chibs' bikes, turning off his engine. "Don't cause trouble." He mumbled to his sister.
She rolled her eyes, getting off of his motorcycle. "Same goes for you, Bro." She playfully slapped his arm, sticking her tongue out at him before focusing her attention to Tig and Chibs. "Sup, guys?"
"Hey, Dollface." Tig gave her a hug as Chibs settled for a light kiss on the cheek. She was surprised to find HalfSack next to him, and not Juice. Where is he? She was sort of disappointed, but tried not to let it show.
"You're hitting the road too, Kip?" She asked the Prospect.
He smirked. "Of course I am."
"We're plannin' on losing him out on the road. Hoping he doesn't find his way back!" Chibs teased, punching him on the arm. HalfSack merely mumbled a response.
She looked over to the van that was parked in the middle of the lot, 'Eureka Children's Hospital S.O.A. Blood Drive for Kids' printed on the side of it. She knew the Blood Drive was a cover up for SAMCRO to head to wherever they originally wanted to go. Good plan. It would be less suspicious and the cops wouldn't bother them. Well, hopefully they don't. "Enjoy the ride, guys." She gave one last smile before walking off to Happy, who had walked out of the clubhouse with a crow eater by his side. As he spotted Emily walking toward him, he immediately left the woman.
The roar of Jax's motorcycle entering the lot filled her ears as she walked up to her friend. Her arms went around his shoulders, giving him a tight embrace. "Hey, Hap." She smiled up at him, not expecting one in return.
Just as he opened his mouth, ready to reply, he was silenced. "Em!" Two patched SOA members rushed toward her, crushing her in group hug.
"Bowie! Lorca!" She pulled away from them, excited to see the Tacoma members. The last time she had seen them was at a clubhouse party back in their Charter. How many months had it been? "It's good to see you guys! I've missed you."
"We've missed ya too, Shorty." Bowie spoke up, ruffling her hair. She flinched away from his touch, earning a laugh from the small group.
"Where's-" Just then a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her up in the air. "DONUT!" She tried to wiggle herself out of his grasp.
"Guys, back off." The three men shoved each other off of Emily, following their brother's orders. If it had been anyone else other than the Tacoma Killer, they probably would have kept on clinging onto her. "We got shit to do."
"Wish we can stick around some more, but we gotta go." Lorca flashed her a smirk. "We've missed you back home. Glad to see you're doing well." He nudged his brothers, nodding toward SAMCRO's President. "Let's go." They walked away toward their bikes. If she had known they were going to be here, Emily would have tried to arrive earlier to spend time with her old friends, but she knew that wouldn't have been possible. All business today.
"There's someone waiting for you at the garage." Happy's rough voice interrupted her thoughts. Huh? Waiting for me? "I'll see ya later, Em." Without another word, he stepped away from her, exchanging a quick word with Clay before he pulled out his pistol and firing it into the air. Signaling the beginning of their ride to Eureka.
Emily stood back, the crow eaters and Old Ladies cheering behind her as the Tacoma Charter followed SAMCRO out of the lot and disappeared into town. Once the the roars of all the motorcycles had faded into the distance, all the women headed into the clubhouse, undoubtedly getting ready to start drinking.
Emily walked down the now empty lot, toward the garage where her father stood. "Heard there's someone here to see me?" She asked the old man.
He simply looked over his shoulder. "Is that what that girl is here for? I thought she was here for some repairs." He nodded his head to the back of the garage.
Emily looked passed her father, eyes landing on a familiar face. "Kim?" The short, brown haired girl looked up from her seat, letting out a wide grin and immediately stood up. Emily rushed passed Piney and wrapped her arms around her friend. She pulled away, staring at her. "What are you doing here?"
"Geez, you haven't seen me in forever and that's your response?" She teased, sticking out her tongue. "Blondie talked to Scary Eyes and convinced him to bring me along for the ride."
"So Happy let you ride on his bike? He rarely lets any girl ride with him."
Kim frowned at this. "No, that hasn't changed." Her frown quickly turned into a grin. "But I DID drive down here in style." She nodded her head toward the other side of the lot, where Emily's black Impala was parked, gleaming in the sun. How could she not have seen it earlier?
Emily's mouth dropped. "No way!" Her arms immediately found their way around her friend again. "Kim, thank you so much for this!"
Kim laughed. "You can thank Blondie. He is the one who thought it'd be a good idea to take advantage of Tacoma's ride down here and reunite you with your baby."
You can thank me later. The text message from Kozik finally made sense. She let out a smile.
Emily looked over her shoulder to look at Piney, who hadn't moved from where he stood at. "Hey, Dad! I want you to meet Kim!" The old man made his way over to his daughter, a slow trot. "Dad, this is Kim. My roommate and friend from Tacoma."
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Winston." They shook hands, earning a laugh from the old man.
"Mr. Winston?" He looked over to Emily. "Nice friend you got here." He let out another chuckle. "It's Piney."
"Kozik convinced Happy to let her tag along! She drove down here in my car!" She could hardly contain herself, she felt her body trembling with excitement.
"You go on ahead, take a ride and enjoy Charming. I have everything covered here."
"You sure, dad?" As tough and stubborn as the old man was, Piney let out small smile whenever Emily called him 'dad'. He had his little girl back.
"Of course, sweetheart. Gemma is here, too. Everything will be fine." Emily looked over to the office's window, where she saw the Queen had settled into her chair, throwing around paperwork.
"Is that suppose to make me feel reassured?"
Piney laughed at this. "Go on with your friend. I'll let you know if I need your help."
"Thanks, Dad. Call me if you need anything." He kissed her goodbye and the two girls made their way toward Emily's car. Her heart raced as she got closer and closer to the beautiful, black Impala. She jumped into the driver's seat and hugged the steering wheel. "I've missed you!"
"Weirdo." Kim giggled, throwing the set of keys into Emily's lap. She nodded her head to the back backseat. "I packed all your clothes too. It took forever, but with the help of a little tequila and loud music? DONE." She grinned.
Not only did she get to see her good friend, but she also got her clothes and prized possession back! No more walking, taking taxis or bothering the guys from the club for a ride! She let out another grin as she turned the engine on.
Although it was a short drive, Emily enjoyed it. As they drove by the old High School and all the small businesses, Kim listened intently to her friend as she shared some of her memories about the town. Emily parked her car on Main Street, just a few feet away from Hanna's Diner, where else was she going to take Kim? "Sorry, this is as good as it gets. This small town doesn't have much to offer."
Kim waved her off, walking toward the front door. "Don't worry about it. I'll eat anything, you know that."
Just as they were about to reach for the door, David Hale walks out of the Diner, a bit surprised to Emily standing in front of him. They hadn't seen each other since Donna's funeral.
"Hey, David." He cleared his throat, taking a quick glance at Kim before looking back at Emily. Hale knew right away she wasn't from Charming. "Oh, I mean Deputy Chief Hale." She tried not to make it sound too sarcastic.
"Emily." He nodded to Kim, his way of greeting her. "How is everything?" Judging by his tone of voice, she knew he was asking about the aftermath. About Opie's ride out to nowhere, how the kids were doing...
"We're getting by." To this he nodded, shifting his weight. Clearly confused about what to do next.
"Let me know if you need anything." He decided to say, earning a gentle nod from Emily. After several seconds of silence, Hale cleared his throat. "Well, enjoy your breakfast." He nodded to them again before walking passed them toward his Jeep.
"Deputy Chief, huh?"
"Yeah, he went to school with my brother."
"You know the whole Sheriff Department too?" She asked sarcastically, walking into the diner.
"There's Candy and Sheriff Unser. I never really talked to the other deputies." Kim's eyes widened, she was only kidding. Didn't think she actually knew the police department. Emily shrugged. "Small town, remember?" She sat down in one of the many vacant benches. "Believe it or not, Hale use to be our delivery boy."
Kim's mouth dropped open. "No shit?" She looked out the window, staring at Hale as he drove away. "I wouldn't mind having him delivering my newspaper. OR arresting me."
Emily ignored her comment. "So you're getting a ride from the guys back to Tacoma?"
"Nah, I don't want to bother them. I'm taking a flight back home tomorrow."
"You drove all the way down here and you're leaving so soon?" Emily whined, not bothering to hide how disappointed she was. "I was hoping you would stay longer."
"I have a job, remember? And besides, Kozik said he wanted to hang out as soon as I got back." She smirked. As much as she loved Kim and Kozik, she wished they would keep their involvement with each other a bit more private. Emily just didn't want the details, and Kim loved details.
"I could only imagine how busy you two were when I left town." Emily groaned, wanting to erase the image in her head.
"You have no idea." Kim sighed, a sheepish smile on her face. Emily tried not to gag. After the waitress served them coffee, Emily ordered the 'breakfast special' for Kim, even though there was nothing very special about it.
"Speaking about getting busy..." Kim raised an eyebrow, that wicked smirk not leaving her face. "What's up with you and Juice? I didn't see anyone with a Mohawk or tattooed head at the clubhouse this morning." When Emily simply took a long gulp from her mug, obviously not wanting to answer, Kim dropped her smile. "What? Are you not into him anymore?"
"No, I am but..." She set down her mug, playing with the handle. "A couple nights ago, Juice kissed me." Kim's mouth dropped, wanting to say something but Emily continued. "It's hard to explain. I don't know what's going on. I haven't talked to him since that night. I just...I dont know what to think of it." She rubbed her temples, frustrated.
"Are you kidding me? What the hell is wrong wit him?" She tried not to shout as the waitress stopped by their table, placing Kim's breakfast platter in front of her and refilled Emily's mug before skipping away. "He cant just kiss you then ignore you! That's not right!" She hissed.
Emily shrugged, adding some sugar to her coffee before taking a sip. "He can do whatever he wants. We aren't together."
"Oh, Em..." Kim sighed, grabbing her fork and stabbing it into her breakfast. "He's an idiot." She tasted the food, slowly chewing it before taking another bite. Emily guess she approved of it. "Just thinking about it makes me angry."
"Then stop thinking about it." Emily let out a small smile, hoping it was convincing. "I'm fine."
"As if I'm going to believe you." She shoved some more food into her mouth hastily. After a few seconds of silence, Kim finally spoke up. "Well, let's get your mind off of him. What are our plans for the rest of the day?"
"My niece and nephew are staying with my mom, so we have the house to ourselves. How about a movie?"
"Wow. What are we, thirteen years old?" Kim scoffed. "Okay, but it has to be a scary movie. And we have to get some alcohol." She took another bite of food. "And depending on how drunk you get me, I'll make us some dinner."
Emily laughed, nodding her head. "Done."
After Kim had finished her breakfast, they made their way down the street to the grocery store. Emily didn't pay attention to whatever it was her friend was throwing into the shopping cart, she merely followed Kim as she danced up and down the aisles. As promised, Emily had grabbed a bottle of vodka and a gallon of orange and cranberry juice. Kim wanted to drink? Emily was going to make sure she would leave to airport the next day with a hangover.
Emily was pushing the cart toward the check out counter when her phone began to ring. She quickly pulled it out, the called ID read TM. "Hello?"
"Em, it's me." Her father's voice sounded a bit slurred. Her guess was that he had already started drinking.
"Hey dad, what's up?"
"There seems to have been a problem on the road to Eureka." Why am I not surprised? "Two bikes down. I'm driving the flatbed out there."
"Shit. Is anybody hurt?"
"Tiggy got ran off the road and got a busted leg. They took him to the hospital." It just HAD to be Tig. "Dog and Clayton are locking the place up, so don't bother coming back."
"Yeah, okay. Thanks for letting me know. Be careful." He hung up.
"Everything okay?" Kim walked up to Emily, concealing something behind her back.
"Just a little trouble out on the run." The smile on Kim's smile was making her feel uneasy. "What?"
"I found your favorite movie!" She revealed what she had hidden behind her back; a copy of The Exorcist. Kim smirked, watching as Emily's eyes grow wide.
"NO! I'll watch any other movie except that!" Emily loved horror films, but something about this particular one made her skin crawl. She had only watched it once before and it had given her nightmares. And of course, Kim knew this.
"Why not? You said we could watch a horror movie!"
"And you said you wanted to drink. You want the vodka? Then put that movie back!"
"Fine." Kim pouted. "You're no fun." She stuck out her tongue and skipped away. She reappeared with another DVD in her hand. "2006 remake of The Hills Have Eyes?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Not many options to choose from."
"Better." Emily grabbed it and handed it over to the cashier. The two girls grabbed the grocery bags and walked back to Emily's Impala. "Feels so good to have my car back!" She beamed, still not over the fact that she was reunited with her car.
"I'm starting to think you missed the car more than you missed me." Kim teased, putting the bags into the trunk.
"Don't make me say it." Emily laughed, closing the trunk and rushed into the driver's seat.
With nothing else to do, they headed to Opie's house. As soon as they grabbed all of the grocery bags and her suitcases packed with clothes, they decided to change into a bit more comfortable. Emily chose to wear an old Jimi Hendricks tshirt and black shorts while Kim opted for a plain black sweater and pajama pants, and they immediately moved onto mixing drinks together. They had gone through Kenny's video games and played a few rounds of Super Smash Bros, making the time fly by. Emily loved video games. Kim? Not so much.
"I'm over this. You win. I'm going to start cooking." Kim threw the controller and drank the rest of her drink. "I think I'm immune to vodka. I don't taste a damn thing." She set down her cup, stood up, and fell straight to the ground. Kim let out a groan, followed by a low groan. "Fuck you, gravity."
"I don't think I trust you to cook while you're drunk." Emily laughed, helping her friend up from the floor and walked with her to kitchen.
"Are you kidding me? It's how inventions are made!" She opened the fridge and stared at all the produce. "What are you in the mood for?"
A soft knock came from the door and Kim looked to Emily in question. She merely shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the door. "Surprise me." She laughed, swinging the front door open. Immediately regretting it. Juice stood in front of her, a nervous look on his face.
They simply stared at each other, waiting for the other person to say something. When he stayed silent, she decided to speak up. "H-Hey." Emily leaned against the door, trying to act as normal as possible. "What are you doing here?" Her voice cracked. Was it because of her drunkenness or nerves? She didn't know.
"Hey." He stared down at her for another second before clearing his throat. "Can we talk?" He lifted his arm to show off a case of beer and let out a shy smile. That smile. "I have beer and some potent weed."
Emily opened her mouth to answer him when a loud crash interrupted her. Damn it, Kim. Don't trash my brother's kitchen. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to suppress a groan.
He glanced passed her as he heard this before his brown eyes found their way back down to her blue ones. "Sorry, I didn't know you had company. I wouldn't have passed by if I had known." He mumbled and took a step back, ready to leave.
"No, it's okay. You can come in." Juice hesitantly walked through the door. "Uhm, Juice this is my friend Kim. She's visiting from Tacoma. Kim, this is Juice."
"Nice to meet cha!" Kim shouted from the refrigerator, where she was grabbing all sorts of things. "I've heard a lot about you."
"You have?" Juice turned to Emily, lifting an eyebrow. Shut it, Kim.
"She's drunk. Don't listen to anything she has to say." Emily nodded her head toward the kitchen, mentioning to follow her. "You wanna stay for dinner? She might not look like it, but Kim is a pretty damn good chef."
"Yeah, sure." He agreed, clearly entertained. He placed the case of beer on the counter top and popped a bottle open, taking a long gulp. "Need any help?"
"Nah, I have everything covered." Kim turned to him, giving him a wicked smile. "But I DID hear something about potent weed?"
"I'm on it." Juice laughed, walking over to the couch to lay out his lighter, weed, and blunt wraps on the coffee table.
"I like him already. If he doesn't apologize to you bye the end of the night, I'm kicking his ass, okay?" Kim whispered to Emily, who simply shook her head and grabbed a beer to join Juice on the couch.
"She already has you rolling blunts for her." Emily laughed, sipping her beer. After drinking vodka, the beer had no effect on her. "Why didn't you go out on the run with the guys?"
"Clay wanted me to stay behind and do some more research on that Zobelle guy."
"So he asked Opie to go instead." She sighed.
"And you have a problem with that?"
"No. It's just..." She shrugged her shoulders. "He's been distancing himself lately. From his kids..." And from me. "I just...I don't know what to do."
"He's distracting himself with the club. We'll take care of him." He smiled at her, handing over the blunt that he had just wrapped. That was quick.
"Yeah, you're right." She took it and brought it up to her lips. Juice leaned closer to her, holding up the lighter for her. She inhaled and resisted the urge to cough. She hadn't smoked weed since she was in Washington. It was never her thing. "Here ya go, Kim." She exhaled the smoke.
"Sweet!" Kim hopped over the couch and took hit. "Not the cheap stuff, nice."
"I'm glad you approve." Juice laughed, taking the blunt back from Kim. "So what are we playing?"
Emily picked up one of the controls to the PlayStation and tossed it to him. He easily caught it. "Super Smash Bros." Without another word, they started playing, passing the blunt while they were at it. Kim would cheer on whoever was winning while she cooked in the kitchen, making the winner take a shot of vodka. She was determined to finish that bottle.
"Okay, no more games!' Kim yelled from the kitchen. "Baked Ziti!" She laid out a plate both them on the coffee table. The second Kim handed them a fork, Emily and Juice had started stuffing their faces. "I'm guessing you guys like it?" She giggles, stumbling as she turned off the video game and inserted the DVD.
"This is so damn good." Juice said in between bites, stopping only to take a drink from his beer.
"I try." Kim beamed, plopping down on the smaller couch with her own plate of the pasta on top of her belly. "Aren't you happy you passed by? We get to hang out, eat food and drink!"
Emily shook her head, finishing the rest of her beer. "I swear, you get loud and annoying the more you drink."
"Yeah, but you love me. So it's okay." Kim stuck out her tongue. "Now SHHH! The movie is starting!"
Emily and Juice both grabbed a throw pillow and made themselves comfortable on the couch, while still eating their pasta. The movie was a bit slow in the beginning, but once the teenage boy found one of his dogs gutted open, that's when it grabbed Emily's attention. That is, until Kim began to snore.
"Is she really asleep?" Juice whispered.
"Like a baby." Emily tried not to laugh so loudly, moving their now empty plates onto the coffee table. "She always ends up passing out whenever she smokes and drinks. She won't wake up till morning." She heard the sound a soft click, turning to see Juice lighting up a blunt. Another one? This boy just keeps on going.
He brought the blunt up to his lips, inhaling deeply. "So how did you meet her?" He nodded toward Kim, exhaling the smoke slowly as he passed the blunt to Emily. She took it from his hand.
"Late night study session at a diner near my university. I was the only customer and she was the only cook working that night. She gave me free food and that's how our friendship bloomed." She inhaled the smoke, it's warmth filling her lungs. "Free food is the way to my heart." She laughed, taking one more hit before handing it back to him.
"She's cool."
Emily looked over to her friend, who was sprawled out across the couch. "Yeah, she is." They spent the next few minutes just passing the blunt and watching the film. Emily felt herself leaning closer and closer toward Juice, but not by choice. Her body was starting to feel heavy and she tried her best not to let her eyes close on her. Her body jerked up, reacting to the scream that came from the movie.
"Jesus Christ!" She whined, digging her face into the pillow she had in her arms.
"Not into horror films?" Juice teased, bumping his shoulder against hers.
"No, I love them. I just wasn't expecting the dad to be set on FIRE in the middle of the desert." Her eyes widened. "And now the daughter is getting raped? Oh, come on! How could Doug NOT see that big, mutated guy in the trailer!" Juice laughed, shaking his head at her.
Emily flinched after almost every passing second; first the Bob Sr. gets set on fire, then Brenda gets raped, followed by the mom and Lynn getting killed?
"Wait, no! Why do they have to take the baby! That's bullshit! Shoot them, Bobby! SHOOT THEM!" Emily couldn't keep her voice down, this was all too much to take.
"Shh! You're gonna wake her up!" Juice nodded off toward Kim, who had began to move in her sleep. Emily bit her lip, waiting until her friend laid still before she spoke again.
"Sorry. You don't expect me to sit still while watching these types of movies, do you?"
"Guess not." He smiled at her.
Emily looked back at the screen but out of the corner of her eye, she could see Juice looking at her. She tried her best to focus her attention on the next scene, but she couldn't. He was distracting her. She turned to look at him, when he didn't look away, she raised an eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Listen, Em..." He let out a sigh, followed by a raspy chuckle. "To be honest, I didn't expect to spend my night like this." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's kinda throwing me off."
"Throwing you off?" Now he was really confusing her. This was coming out of nowhere.
"I'm an idiot, okay? Avoiding you around the clubhouse was stupid. I just didn't know how to act around you after that night and..." Oh. So that's what this was about. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to avoid her gaze. "I'm sorry. I just didn't think you liked me. I've never had any friends outside the club and I mean...you're gorgeous and smart and fun to hang around with and..."
"Juice, stop. You don't have to-"
"No. I do. I have to let you know how much I like to spend time with you. I like sitting here with you, just drinking and watching movies. I like being with you and-"
"You really are an idiot." This time it was Emily who leaned in, cutting his rant short. She needed this. Needed to know if he would pull away or not kiss her back. Luckily for her, she didn't need to wonder for too long. Juice immediately reacted, bringing his hand up to back of her head. His fingers intertwined into her soft hair. Gentle at first, but it soon evolved into something more demanding.
Juice leaned into Emily, making her fall back into the couch without breaking the kiss. They pulled apart for air, his hand leaving Emily's hair and moved down to caress her face, then reconnected their lips almost immediately. His body was pressed down onto hers. For a second, she hoped he wouldn't feel her heart hammering against her chest. One of his hands traveled down her body and rested on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. The skin-to-skin contact made Emily let out a low and abrupt moan, earning a smirk from Juice. Jerk.
Her hands found their way underneath his shirt, tracing the ripples of his abs. Her fingers ran down his chest, coming to a complete stop when she reached the hem of his jeans. Her hips bucked up against his, teasing him. Juice bit down on his lip in attempt to suppress a moan from escaping his lips. This time, it was Emily's turn to smirk. It quickly disappeared once Juice crashed his lips back down to hers.
Emily would have never thought she would be in a full-blown make out session with Juice but she sure as hell was happy that she was. It felt so good to have him holding her. For a tough biker, he was incredibly gentle. Emily was sure he would've been a bit more rough, but the lack of space on the couch denied such actions.
He continued to kiss her, a bit more urgently after her teasing. His tongue gently licked her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Emily began to slowly part her lips when a loud, sudden crackle made them pull apart from each other. They looked up to see Kim, unable to stop giggling.
"You guys are too cute, it's disgusting." Kim mumbled, making herself laugh some more. Emily grabbed the closest throw pillow and tossed it at her, hitting her right in the face. Kim merely continued to laugh and turned her back toward them, hugging the pillow. "I don't want to hear any moans, please." She yawned, falling back asleep.
Juice buried his face into Emily's neck, letting out a groan. "Talk about great timing." His lips tickled her skin as he spoke, making her let out a giggle. He lifted his head, gently shaking it. He was disappointed that they were interrupted, but he laughed it off. He looked down at her, her blue eyes staring right back at him. "Are we good, Em?"
"Yeah." Emily laughed, leaning up to catch his lips one more time. "We're good."