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First Old Lady Series V - A Sons of Anarchy Fan Fiction (Juice I)

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Sarah POV

As my plane touched down, I let a sigh of relief escape. I had gone too long without my own pillow and shower. Strange showers were on my list for things I'd rather avoid. Although it shouldn't really be that hard, they always seemed to have some kind of quirk that made them a problem. And don't get me started on pillows. There was just nothing quite like the comfort of one's own, familiar resting spot. It was going to be wonderful sleeping in my own bed tonight.

As I walked the slow trek out of the terminal, I smiled in anticipation. Juice would be here for me. I could hardly wait for more of his kisses. I'd missed him, as odd as that sounded considering how short a time we'd known each other. But, I wasn't going to analyze it right now. Instead, I was going to live in the moment. Hopefully, a moment full of black leather, muscles, and tattoos, I thought with a smirk. I certainly needed it after the way my trip ended.

As I turned the corner, I saw him outside the glass doors, leaning against his bike. Thank God I packed light, because I couldn't really imagine how a suitcase would have fit in the back of a Harley. He hadn't seen me yet as I came through the doors, and so I did something a bit impulsive. I ran and jumped on him, raining kisses and bites down his neck as he caught and held me against him, his hands holding me up by my ass.

"Loving the homecoming, baby." He murmured against me and I leaned back and grinned at him. That he was still holding me up, and seemingly without any strain, was doing a number on my libido. It had been a long week, one filled with late night thoughts about our last heated exchange. While I hadn't really questioned his abilities, there's something deeply satisfying in knowing that the man you'd been picturing naked was strong enough to play out some of your fantasies.

"I missed you." I said and could have kicked myself. Way to play it cool, Sarah.

Juice gave me one of his full face, joy inducing smiles and then kissed me thoroughly. Good Lord, I could get used to this, I thought as I acted like a randy teen outside the airport doors, no doubt giving a show to those around us.  Well, I could get used to it if people would let me, I grumbled in my brain as Juice's cell went off. He pulled back and let me slide down his frame, but kept an arm around my waist, before he answered the call.

"Yeah?" He answered, and I saw his brows come together. "I have her right here."  He responded to the person in the other end of the line and I started to sweat a little. Surely, no one would know about the trouble in Washington already?

I swallowed as I looked at Juice, whose face was getting more and more stony. Fuck. I had wanted to just let it go. I hopped an earlier flight and left without my coworkers in order to avoid facing human interaction and worse, discussion. But, as I looked at Juice, it became clear that I wasn't going to get a pass.

I picked at my lips as Juice hung up the phone and looked at me. It's a habit that I have and one of my worst tells. Anyone who has known me for even a little while would notice it. It helped me to formulate a response and to think when I'm up against a wall.  As I looked at Juice, I wondered whether I'd be lucky enough for his expression to not have anything to do with me.

"Why does one of my brothers think you were in the hospital in Washington?" Well, shit. There goes my admittedly unrealistic hope that I could just fly under the radar. Well, I knew I wasn't going to get out of this without an explanation, so I just let let it out.

"Because I was in the hospital in Washington." I said with a shrug and moved toward Juice's bike. Way to kill a mood.

He grasped my arm and raised a brow at me in question. I nodded toward the bike before answering. "I'll tell you if you don't ask any more questions until I'm home and in my favorite sweats."

He nodded and handed me a helmet and we got moving. I could feel the tension in his frame as he drove. He was wound tight, clearly working hard to keep from losing his temper as he drove me to my place. I hadn't really come up with a feasible excuse on the flight home, rather imagining that I could just ignore it. Now, somehow or another, one of Juice's brothers had heard and I needed to think, fast.

When we got to my place, he cut the engine to his bike and offered me his hand. We walked upstairs in silence - him tense and me resigned. I hadn't come up with a plausible reason to be in the hospital, not the least of which because I couldn't think of how his brother knew. Because I didn't know what Juice knew, I wasn't in a good position to cover.

"I just need a minute," I said and wandered back to my room to find my sweats. I had some fantastic lingerie under my clothes, but it seemed sharing that information would be best left for later. This was not how I pictured this morning going and it was a damn shame. With a sigh, I walked back out to the living room.

Juice was standing in the room, staring at nothing, when I entered. "I'm diabetic." I said, just going right to the crux of the matter. "I wasn't able to maintain a great schedule with this training and work dinner shit. Two nights ago, one of my coworkers noticed a problem. I thought I'd gotten my blood sugar back under better control, but then yesterday, it became a little more than a problem and I was taken in. My boss freaked and sent me home once I was released and demanded I take some time off to recuperate." Juice seemed to be breathing easier now, though his eyes still held concern. "What I don't know is how one of your brothers heard about it." I groused.

Juice nodded. "Tig was at the diner where his Old Lady works when a couple of suits came in talking about their new hire Sarah having to be admitted at the hospital while she was out for training."

I shook my head. "Fucking Charming. Is there any town in America more up in other people's business?" Juice smirked and then pulled me into his arms.

"Are you okay now, baby?" He asked, and although I don't usually like it when people make a fuss, my heart warmed at the look on his eyes. I nodded and leaned up, pushing myself against him as I kissed the corner of his mouth.

"I'm good." I said and then smiled against his mouth. "Know what would make me better, though?" I whispered and he shook his head slightly. I smiled wider as I pulled back from his arms. "Seeing your reaction to what's under these sweats." I said over my shoulder as I walked toward the hallway.  I yelped in surprise and then started laughing when he tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me the rest of the way to the bedroom.