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

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Sarah POV

I fell asleep after Juice and I had experienced what was, for me, the best sex of my life. It was as if his every movement had been to explore and please me. His focus had been amazing. I felt like I was a queen and, although I'd had good encounters in my past, I'd never had that before. Even better, when we'd both come down from the high of our climax, he'd stepped away to clean up for a minute and then slid onto the bed next to me, his arm under my neck. He'd kissed my forehead and demanded that we nap.

As I woke up a couple of hours later, I stretched against his length and lifted my head. He was beautiful in his sleep. I know that men probably don't appreciate that kind of thought, but there was no other word for it. His face let all the tension of his life go and was relaxed into a mask of pureness that stood in contrast to the ink littering his skin. Ink that I wanted to inspect.

On the thought, I lifted up and began tracing the swirls of letters and images gracing his chest and arms. They were well done, clean and clear, and invoked a feeling of quiet danger that I'd be a liar to say didn't pull me in. Soon, the light touch of his skin wasn't enough, and so I moved to start kissing each. It was as I pressed open mouthed kisses to the "shine" on him that he spoke.

"You like my ink, baby?" He asked and I looked up with a grin.

"I like you," I said in response and then continued to kiss his chest. Fuck it, I thought. If I were going to go into the deep end without any floaters, I might as well dive in head first.

I was gratified by his in-drawn breath and the increasing hardness of his nether regions as I continued my ministrations. I chuckled against his skin when he reached for me, but I lifted up, evading his grasp.

"I think it's my turn to explore, don't you think?" I asked and I saw his eyes darken further as he nodded at me with a slight smile.

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By mid-afternoon, I was starving and said as much to Juice. "Come on, stud. I need sustenance if we're going to spend the next two days in bed." I uttered as I rolled off of him and toward my dresser. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me in for a kiss that was, as typical for him, thorough and toe curling, before he let me go.

"I like it when you call me stud." He said with a smirk and I gave him one back.

"Well, when I can't remember your name..." I sassed and ran when he leapt off the bed to chase me around the room. When he caught me, he lifted my face to look in his eyes.

"You remembered well enough when I was inside you. Maybe you need a reminder?" He asked huskily and damn if I wasn't tempted, but a girl's gotta eat when she's diabetic. I patted him on the chest and grinned again, giving his chin a peck.

"After I eat, okay?" I said and he nodded.

"Anything you want?" he asked as he started looking for his clothes.

"A big, ridiculously cheesy burger." I said in response and he laughed at me.

"Where in the hell do you put it all? All I've seen you eat are half a pizza and greasy burgers now." He muttered and I shrugged.

"Don't know. But are you telling me that my appetite is a problem?" I asked and his eyes swung to mine, looking at me with panic for a moment before he realized I was teasing. He narrowed his eyes and tossed my bra at my face before muttering something under his breath and pulling his jeans up.

"Hey, do you see my underwear?" I asked, looking around the room but not finding them. When Juice didn't answer, I looked up to find him blushing. This time, it was me who narrowed her eyes and I walked up to him, placing my arms around his waist as he tried to avoid looking at me. "Juice?" I asked and watched him swallow.

"I, uh." He said and I could see him try to come up with words to say, which intrigued me. I just nodded and waited, and he eventually continued. "I want 'em." He said, his face tilted down to me, but his eyes staring at my nose. Well, if that wasn't hot, I didn't know what was. I stretched up on him and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Okay," I said and turned back to my dresser. Best I got out a new pair anyway.

"That's it? Just 'okay'?" He asked and I looked at him over my shoulder, seeing he had his shirt on now.

"Well, yeah." I murmured as I pulled out a new pair and tugged them on. "I don't care, so long as they are for you only." I said as I then looked for a top. I felt more than heard Juice come up behind me. When I turned, his face was serious.

"Only me, Sarah." He said and I nodded.

"Okay, then." I said and was about to turn when he tugged my wrist.

"No, I don't think you understand. I want you to be only mine." He said and I furrowed my brows. Did he think I was going to sleep around on him?

"Okay," I said again and at this point I was sure I saw frustration in his eyes. He was trying to ask me something and it was clear I wasn't getting it. So, I turned fully to him and placed my hands around his neck. "Rocky, I'm not seeing anyone else. You don't have to worry about that. I'm good with it being just you."

He looked into my eyes, trying to find something, but I wasn't sure what it was. "Sarah," he started to say and then I heard my cell go off. I looked away from him for a moment and then back into his eyes.

"I can ignore it. If it's important, they'll leave a message or text me." I paused for half a breath and then spoke again. "I get the feeling you're trying to pin down something more than just if you have competition, Rocky."

He sighed and leaned his head against mine. "I want to be yours." He said and my heart actually fucking fluttered. This couldn't be real life. Hearts don't just flutter when ears hear five words. That's not how biology worked. And yet, damn if it wasn't exactly what happened when he said those five to me.

"If you're mine, Rocky, it means that no one else can have you." I whispered, willing him to understand that I don't share.  He looked at me, his dark eyes full of promise.

"No one else will." He said and I kissed him, putting everything in me in the melding of our lips. When we came up for air, I spoke against his lips, not wanting to part from them yet.

"No one else will have me, either." I said and he tightened his hold on me. I leaned back and looked at him and saw something so pure and amazing that I lost the ability to speak for a moment. He smiled and stepped back.

"Then let's go get my woman a burger." He said and I smiled. His woman. I was his woman.