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

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Sarah POV

We had barely gotten through the door of my apartment when Juice pulled me against him hard and kissed me thoroughly. I was fine after having been pumped full of fluids and food, so I knew it was his kiss that left me light headed, and not my recent diabetic episode. I kissed him back, feeling his emotions through the touch of his hands and feel of his lips. He'd been torn up about what happened to begin with and my being admitted to the hospital had made it worse. As I leaned back from him when we parted for air, I stroked his cheek and spoke.

"Hey, I'm okay." I said, staring into his eyes. He closed his and leaned his forehead against mine before speaking.

"I'm in love with you. I'm so fucking in love with you it takes over all my rational thought. When I heard what happened, baby," he stopped for a deep breath. "I need you in my life, Sarah. I want you as my Old Lady, my wife. You're my everything." He said and my eyes started watering. God. I've never been a crier but what he said was so damn beautiful that it took me a moment to speak.

"I love you, too." I whispered. Our foreheads were still touching and his eyes were still closed and I just couldn't take it anymore and I jumped on him, kissing him for all I was worth. "I love you, I love you, I love you. Yes, to everything. To all of it. I want you, baby, forever." I murmured against his mouth as his wonderful arms lifted me up and kept me close.

He opened his eyes and his smile, the one that had me lost from the moment I saw it, was in full force. "Take me to bed, Juice." I demanded and he nodded, carrying me down the hallway while kissing my neck.

When we got in the room, I saw a new television in the corner, sitting on a new entertainment center. "Juice?" I asked. "What's that?"

He grinned at me as he pulled my shirt over my head and kissed my collarbone. "That's for later. Your picture was shit. Now, you can actually see what you're doing when you play." He said and I moaned as he bit at the flesh of my left breast. He loved that beauty mark.

"Okay," I said shakily and then reached for his shirt. "But you realize that I'm still going to kick your ass at it. The picture isn't going to make you a better player." He growled against my skin as he pulled my dress pants over my hips - I'd had to wear them back home, not having a change of clothes at the hospital. They fell to the floor in a puddle as I unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down to his ankles.

"You can challenge me later. Right now, I need to be inside you." He said and I moaned again, his words evoking memories of sweet pleasure.

"Yes, please." I said into his ear huskily and that was the last coherent set of words said in the bedroom for hours.

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"We can do this a couple of ways, Sarah." Juice said to me as I was splayed out over his chest, his back resting against the headboard. It was late afternoon now, but we hadn't gotten out of bed to do anything other than use the facilities and eat since we got home yesterday.  At the moment, I was tracing his tattoos with my fingers. On his words, I looked up with confusion. What did he mean?

"I can tell you everything, or nothing. I'm not sure which would be best." He said and I nodded. He meant the club. I'd had a few conversations with the Old Ladies here and there since I met Juice and I knew that there were some couples who didn't share anything relating to the club, and others that told all of it. As I looked down to Juice's chest, I thought for a minute.

"I can't help you manage the burden if I don't know what you're carrying." I said and I saw the understanding in his eyes.

"Are you sure, Sarah. You can't un-know things. I don't want to lose you." He said and I could see the fear of loss in his eyes.

"Juice, the first time we met, you pulled your gun. I may not know the specifics, but I know enough that, if I were going to run, it would have happened a long time ago." I answered him and he pulled me up for a kiss.

"I don't deserve you," he murmured against my mouth and I smiled. 

"You're wrong, but I'll take it. I love how you are with me. I love you." I said and he smiled at me.

"I love you, too." He said and then looked at the display on the clock. "The club wants to throw a party for you. They've been texting me all day, demanding your presence today."

I looked at him with a smirk. "Will there be cheesy goodness?" I asked and he laughed and flipped me over to kiss me before leaning up to answer.

"I'll make sure of it." He said and I stretched against him, making sure to rub my length against his. When I was done, I saw the darkening of his eyes and spoke.

"Well, then I can't have my adoring fans waiting on me. I am a badass, after all." I said and he tickled my sides.

"You are," he responded and took my right nipple in his mouth, causing me to moan. "And I want some more of this beautiful ass before I share you with them. They can wait a little longer." He said against my skin and I nodded my head in approval. The club could certainly wait a little bit longer.

A/N:  That's the end for this one. Hope you enjoyed it. Until next time, happy reading! -OQ