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 Five
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
The promised date was put on the back-burner for over a week as Juice scrambled to keep up with club business and his work at the garage. They kept in touch via texting the whole time, but he could tell that she was disappointed that he hadn't made time for their date when he let her know, for the third time, that he was going to be busy again. He glowered moodily at the simple okay x text message response glaring accusingly at him through the screen. Even if he did have time to take her out, he was completely lost on what to do for a date.
They'd been for milkshakes, been to bars and been to a glamorous gala. What could his idiot brain come up with that would please her? Someone clearly used to finer things in life. Dinner and a movie? Hardly.
"You keep pulling your face like that, it's gonna stick." Bobby guffawed at him on his way past.
Juice shoved his phone away out of sight and forced a stupid grin to his face as Bobby and Tig slouched onto the bench opposite him.
"What's the problem?" Tig asked around a mouthful of half-chewed cheeseburger.
Juice took the soda Bobby tossed him without answering. He was absolutely not having a conversation about dating with Tig, his psyche couldn't take it. His phone vibrated teasingly in his pocket and his grip tightened on the can in his hand. Go away, he thought grouchily towards his brothers, wanting them to leave so he could check the message. Of course it might not be her, it could be anyone. The thought that it wasn't her made him even gloomier as he gulped back the warm soda to avid joining in the conversation around him.
"This was a stupid idea." He mumbled to himself sulkily, glaring at the rows of food shining under the ugly fluorescent overhead lights.
He'd finally managed to get out of the garage on time, without club business to follow up, and he was determined to see Frankie. She had agreed to meet him in… two hours, he cursed as he looked at his watch. The problem was he desperately needed advice, but how could he ask her to help plan the date he'd promised her he'd plan. Juice scrubbed his hands over his face in exasperation. A picnic. What a stupid fucking idea. What did you take on a picnic?
He had bought a blanket and a basket a few days ago when he'd first had the idea, from a quaint store miles away from the clubhouse where no one would recognise him and ask why he was studying patchwork blankets so closely. He'd also grabbed a bottle of sparkling wine and some fancy glasses. But now he'd been standing in the market for half an hour staring at the surprisingly extensive selection on offer. Giving up, he grabbed a bit of everything and tossed it into his cart, hurrying towards the checkout before he had time to second guess himself again.
When it came to stocking the basket, it somehow looked untidy no matter what he did, but at least it all fit. Luckily he had managed to borrow a car from the garage so he wouldn't have to juggle it on his bike. He dickered over what to wear next, frustrated with himself for getting so worked up. As he'd scuttled out of the garage that evening, they'd been throwing jeers at him for wasting his time "dating when he could be fucking" and he'd been shocked to discover that the thought angered him. Frankie wasn't one of the cheap tarts who threw themselves at anyone in a cut. She was classy and beautiful and funny and he liked spending time with her. Of course, he'd thoroughly enjoyed that first night and would be thrilled to repeat the experience. His phone beeping startled him out of his reverie.
See you soon ;) x
He felt a throb of heat surge to his groin and he hurriedly shoved the phone in his pocket and dashed out of the door with the basket swinging from one arm.
She looked as stunning as always in a floaty summer dress, cream to emphasise her flawless skin beginning to tan and sprigged with tiny violet flowers, that clung to her hips and breasts enticingly. Her hair was in a thick elaborate braid over one shoulder and she'd only worn a splash of raspberry lipgloss and a flutter of mascara. He felt his whole body throb with need and he forced himself to calm down. Pretty sure an erection was not the welcome she would be expecting.
"Hey, stranger."
He grinned at her, feeling his ears turning pink as she sauntered towards him. She leaned towards him, ghosting her lips over the corner of his mouth and he breathed in her warm scent.
"What have you got planned?" Her eyes were sparkling and her palm on his chest was warm through his thin t-shirt.
"Surprise." He grinned, taking her hand and helping her into the car.
She laughed and his skin tingled. They chatted as he pulled the car out into the street, laughing and joking and flirting. It always amazed him how quickly the dark parts of his life disappeared in her presence. Normally he felt naked without his cut, but when he spent time with her the club felt like an intrusion more than anything.
They left the main streets behind, turning towards the wilder areas that bled into the desert. It briefly occurred to him that maybe she might be worried about being driven into the desert suddenly just before dark, but she seemed to be relaxed. Her slender legs were pulled up under her on the seat, causing the skirt of her dress to ride up her thighs distractingly. Her face was animated as she talked about her work and told him about her adoptive family back home.
Juice found himself opening up a little, talking about his own family and his brothers. Nothing illegal, of course, but stories that made him laugh which in turn caused her to giggle prettily. They fell into comfortable silence as they got further from civilisation, and Juice had to concentrate on finding the area he vaguely remembered to be pretty. It was starting to get dark and he was starting to worry that he'd missed it and the whole thing would be ruined, when he finally saw the small sign for the turn off.
She laughed in surprise as they swung off the road and onto a pitted trail that made the car bounce wildly, tossing them around on their seats. She put her hand on his arm for balance, leaning a little closer until he could smell her hair. Finally he pulled up and killed the engine. The area was deserted and he was glad. It would hardly have been romantic with a bunch of tourists watching.
"Now what have you brought me all the way out here for?" She teased, leaning against the car.
Juice stared at her, hoping he wasn't about to make a fool of himself.
"A picnic." He mumbled, looking down at his feet shyly.
"In the desert?" She lifted her eyebrows questioningly.
He nodded, retrieving the basket from the backseat. Luckily the ice pack he'd put in had kept things cool. He reached out his hand and she took it without question, allowing him to lead her away from the car. When he judged they were at an acceptable spot, he lay down the blanket and set out the basket.
"A sunset picnic?" She looked out at the stunning view of the desert before them, bleached orange in the final hours of the day.
"I just thought…" Juice trailed off nervously, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"You're a secret romantic." She smiled at him, her face lighting up brightly.
He stuttered protestations but she didn't reply, turning to open the bottle of sparkling wine. Juice gulped some down and instantly regretted it as the bubbles shot up his nose. She sipped hers delicately, watching as he spread out the food on the blanket. Juice frowned when he realised that he'd forgotten plates. She shrugged it off, grabbing a piece of fruit he couldn't identify and tearing it open with her hands. They nibbled the food as the sun lowered slowly before them, casting brilliant colours across the desert and glimmering in her hair. He forced himself to chew and swallow normally as he watched her suck the fruit juice from her fingers.
By the time they'd devoured the food and polished off the bottle of wine, the sun was making its final descent and he watched the fiery orange glow lap against her bare legs. This had been a terrible idea. Who knew watching a woman eat with her hands could be so erotic. Actually scratch that, everything she did was erotic. He studied her profile as she watched the sinking sun, the high cheekbones, the long lashes, the curve of her lips and her long slender neck.
"Shouldn't you be watching the sunset?" She said teasingly, turning slightly towards him.
"Oh, I… er…" Articulate as ever, he fumbled for a response as she peered at him through her lashes.
"It would be appropriate for you to kiss me." She said patiently.
He goggled at her in amazement. Her dress was dyed red by the failing sun, her long legs crossed neatly at the ankles and the slender necklace she wore flashing at her neck. He leaned towards her before she could change her mind, sliding one hand to the back of her neck as her head dropped back and her mouth lifted towards his. He could taste the wine and fruit on her breath, as he stroked her tongue with his. Her body felt warm and pliant against his. They kissed languidly for a while as the sky darkened around them, easing back onto the blanket so they could allow their hands to roam gently. He felt brave enough to go from stroking her bare arm to brushing his palm over the curve of her breast, feeling gratified that far from moving away from him she arched her back instead. He palmed her breast, absolutely thrilled to realise that she had not worn a bra under the silky dress as he brushed a rough thumb over her nipple through the thin fabric. He relinquished her mouth to drop kisses down her neck, feeling her heartbeat racing against his lips.
He froze for split second as he felt her delicate little hand on the front of his jeans. He'd been semi-hard for most of their date, so the feel of her warm palm was incredibly stimulating even through the denim. She massaged him as he hooked a finger into the tiny strap of her dress, peeling it back from her shoulder until it slid down her arm. In the faint light still remaining, he watched her exposed nipple pearl at the sudden rush of cool air. He bent and swirled his tongue around it and she let out a little gasp, her head falling back. His hand was at the small of her back, pushing her body closer towards his but the angle was awkward. Frustrated, he gripped her buttocks in one hand and firmly hauled her towards him.
There was a sudden tinkle as the discarded glasses and bottle tipped over onto the hard ground and they pulled away from each other dazedly. One of the glasses had fallen sharply against the base of the bottle and had shattered, the shards glittering in the failing light. They looked at each other in silence. He'd somehow pulled her hair out of its braid and it was wild where he'd run his fingers through it. Her dress was still drooping from one shoulder, exposing one pearly breast and most of the other. She shivered suddenly as a cold breeze rushed over them and Juice tugged her closer. He'd forgotten how cold the desert was at night. Dammit.
They were silent on the way back to town, a comfortable silence charged with sexual tension. After they'd broken the horny spell with broken glass, they had realised how cold it was about to become and they had carefully packed up the remains of the picnic into the basket and retreated back to the car. Juice had seriously considered tossing her onto the backseat to continue, but had reluctantly decided that it would be a bit caveman-like and would probably ruin the mood.
He wound his window down as they drove, the cool breeze calming his racing blood as he fought to concentrate on the road. It also had the added bonus of making her nipples hard through the thin dress. He pulled up outside her hotel with a heavy sigh. He'd been so close. He was sure if he could just get her into the sack she'd lose the ridiculous effect she had on him, he'd be able to concentrate again and stop making mistakes. She told him not to walk her inside this time, leaning over to give him a goodbye kiss instead. He tried to behave himself, he really did, but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it slid up her bare thigh beneath the flimsy dress.
He groaned when she pulled away, giving him a sweet kiss on the forehead and sliding out of the car too quickly for him to catch. He watched her prance towards the hotel, her hips swinging temptingly and her hair coiling down her back. He let his head fall against the steering wheel in despair. She was going to kill him. Death by blue-balls.
His phone beeped while he was driving but he was too frustrated to look as he navigated the dark streets home. It wasn't that he expected sex from her or anything, and if he really wanted it he could get it from some bimbo at the clubhouse. He was just so twisted up by her, she had her claws in him good, as Tig would say. He parked the car on the street outside his place, grabbing the basket from the backseat and trudging up the stairs. It was barely evening, he could go back to the clubhouse and have a few beers. There was always a party of some description going on. He let himself in and tossed the basket onto the counter to deal with later. He automatically emptied his pockets out and remembered the text message as he grabbed his phone.
I'm gonna need a long cold shower after that date x
He stared at the tiny characters, his body immediately flickering to life. He threw himself onto the couch, wondering how best to respond. He didn't want to scare her off or creep her out or anything.
me 2
He tapped his fingers on his thigh absently as he stared at the screen, waiting for a response.
Tease ;) x
He felt his heart start to pound pleasantly, his palms tingling. Okay. He had to think carefully or he'd come across as sleazy.
we def tease each other
His mouth was suddenly dry and he determinedly left the phone on the coffee table as he grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.
I like to think of it as foreplay :) x
Juice gulped down half the bottle of beer for courage. He was not good at flirting. It was his silly charm that won girls over, he was not suave like Jax or exotic like Chibs. There was nothing for it, he was gonna need to get drunk. He finished the beer, then poured himself a shot of vodka. When he'd gulped that down, too, he returned to his phone.
lot of foreplay ;)
He downed another shot as he waited for a response, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong.
Anticipation makes it hotter… x
He took another shot, feeling the alcohol burn unpleasantly through his body. He was starting to feel less nervous, which was good. Horny as fuck, too.
how's the shower
He placed his free palm on his groin, feeling the bulge starting to strengthen through the denim. He squeezed a little as he waited. Sexting. Another form of torture.
Over :( you didn't reply x
Juice groaned. God-fucking-dammit.
was driving :(
He took another shot, this time to drown his sorrows. He couldn't even get sexting right, for fuck's sake.
such a shame… the water was cold… I had goosebumps everywhere x
He could see vividly in front of him, her nipples hardening in the cool night air, feel the tiny bumps beneath his tongue.
u warm now?
He took a last shot and then staggered off the couch and towards his bedroom.
Warm and cosy in this big bed x
Juice was halfway through struggling out of his jeans when he saw the message and he had to steady himself with one hand on the bed. He remembered that bed, the cool soft sheets against his bare skin.
tease
He finally managed to shrug off his clothes and collapse onto his bed. He had changed his sheets yesterday, just in case his date went really well, but they weren't as good as the ones the hotel provided.
I haven't even begun to tease you yet, biker-boy x
Juice shivered, watching his junk start to twitch.
If I were really gonna tease you…
He watched the phone expectantly, his whole body tensed in anticipation. His phone vibrated and he almost dropped it in his hurry. Instead of a text there was an image. He tapped it with a none-too-steady finger and it doubled in size to fill his screen. Jesus fucking Christ. She really wasn't playing fair. The picture showed her in that huge bed he remembered so well, surrounded by a mountain of frothy pillows. She was dressed only in a lacy nightgown, if that's what you could call it. It was see-through for a start and he could see the tempting swell of her breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples peeping through. It barely covered the curve of her buttocks, a tiny scrap of matching lace poking out beneath the hem between her slender thighs.
Juice realised he'd been staring at the image for too long and he tried to gather his scattered braincells to compose a response.
fuck
It was all he could manage but it was appropriate. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, now firmly standing to attention. He couldn't help it, flashes of that night were bouncing through his head, the sounds she made and the intoxicating scent of her.
I'll take that as a compliment ;) x
He struggled to reply with one hand, his other still stroking.
ur so stunning
Sweat was starting to break out on his bare chest, his toes curling as he worked himself.
Mmmm you're hot too. Sexy. I want to touch you all the time x
Juice let out a helpless groan, his head falling back against the pillows.
u shud
He really couldn't concentrate for much longer, his pace had increased and with the tension that had built between them for the last few weeks he knew he wouldn't last long.
Are you? Right now? X
He momentarily froze, feeling as if he'd been caught out. But surely she wanted this to happen when she sent that picture, typed those words, after what had happened earlier.
yes
He was gasping a little, his hand surging and his hips starting to twitch.
Show me x
He stopped again, his foggy brain struggling to compute what she meant. He wondered, momentarily, if this was all a prank. But he dismissed the idea impatiently, lust turning his braincells to mush. He wondered how he was going to do this, the bedroom was dimly lit by a cheap lamp by his bed but everything was visible enough. He tried to get a good angle, one that made his straining dick look impressive. He was too far gone to be nervous, massaging himself with his fingers, rolling with his palm.
His phone vibrated and he grunted, lifting it to his bleary eyes. It took him a second to decipher the message. Emojis. Heart eyes and one that was crying? No, drooling. He increased his pace again desperately. He knew he should respond but he needed to finish, all of the pent up energy from every date that had left him aching was ready to be released. He shuddered so hard the bed rocked, the phone falling from his spare hand as his fingers went limp. He took a moment to catch his breath, willing the room to stop spinning as the alcohol pounded through his veins. Finally he managed to squint at the screen as it lit up again.
I'll think of you tonight, biker-boy xx