A little bit of light smut below. You've been warned.
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Angela was sitting at her desk in the funeral home working on filling out some death certificates and placing some supply orders. It'd been a long day filled with appointments and embalmings. That paired with how late she'd stayed up with Juice the night before, had her exhausted and ready to go home. Skeeter walked in looking a little out of breath. "Angie, hon, you mind doin' a pick up at the hospital before you go home? I got a pick up outta town and our removal service don't got enough people. Know its late 'n' all, but it'd help me out a lot. Just put in for the overtime or whatever."
There was no way she'd charge him for her overtime. Skeeter was the easiest boss in the world, always amenable to her weird schedule or her being out on injury or for a lockdown. As long as he stayed flexible, so could she. "Sure thing. No overtime necessary," she said on a smile, feeling better when she saw the look of relief on his face; he couldn't really afford to pay her overtime. Calling up the hospital, she confirmed the body was there and grabbed the car keys. She twirled them around her finger as she headed to the big white van.
She nodded a greeting to the nurses, swiping her key card in the elevator to get access to the lower level of the hospital. She was glad the body had already been moved to the morgue, and she didn't need to deal with a grieving family; she was in a good mood and didn't need anyone putting a damper on it.
Angela stopped short at the door of the morgue, raising an eyebrow as she saw Clay, Jax, and Tig inside. They had one of the trays pulled out and were looking at the old bones that had been found off the roadway. She tapped on the window, fighting a smirk at the way they all jumped. Jax opened it just slightly, eyebrows raised. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"My job. What are you doing here?" she asked, amused as Jax processed what she'd said. Clearly, he'd forgotten what she did for a living.
"Right," he said on a breath, stepping back to let her in. "Don't worry about what we're doin'."
She didn't mind his evasive answer; she had a feeling it was better she didn't know. She nodded her greeting to Tig and Clay. "Gentlemen," she said, her eyes falling on the skeleton they had pulled out. "Need help with something?"
"Nah, we're good here," Clay replied before turning to the other two, eyebrows raised. "You two went through all that trouble to get an ID card when we coulda just asked her?"
"Didn't think of that. Woulda saved us from scarring some nurses, that's for sure," Jax put in on a smirk. "We got what we needed. Gonna get outta your hair 'fore Tig breaks somethin'."
"Or bangs it," Clay put in under his breath.
Angela heard the comment and wrinkled her nose. "I don't want to know," she muttered before maneuvering her gurney towards the drawers. She checked the name on her form before grabbing a pair of gloves and pointing at the drawer behind Tig. "That's my body."
"I got it," he said, opening the drawer while she moved the gurney in place. Tig expertly helped her move the decedent from the tray to the gurney. "There you go, doll."
"Thanks, Tiggy," she said, patting his shoulder. She covered the body bag with her fancy red cover and strapped the body down to the gurney. "I'll leave you guys to whatever it was you were doing...and I'm going to pretend I didn't see anyone down here."
"Thanks, sweetheart," Clay replied with a solemn nod of his head as he squeezed her shoulder. "Good lookin' out."
She walked out quickly, getting into the elevator and heading to her van. She didn't want to look like she'd gone there with them or that she'd let them in, so she did her best to act nonchalant. She would've let them in if they'd asked, of course, but she didn't want to incriminate herself unnecessarily. She was curious what the hell they'd wanted with those bones, though.
After dropping the body off at the funeral home, she packed up her own stuff and headed home. The lights were already on inside, Juice's bike parked in the driveway. She knew he wasn't going to surprise her with candlelight, music, and her favorite dish like the night before, but she was equally excited to get inside and just be with him. The romance was appreciated but not necessary every day.
She checked her appearance in the mirror, smoothing her hair as best as she could. Stepping out of the car, she lifted her head to find Juice leaning against the open front door, arms crossed over his chest, a small smile on his face. He was barefoot with his sweatpants and a tanktop on, his muscular arms on full display. God, he was sexy. She was so lucky. She headed towards him, slipping her arms around his waist and burying her face into his strong chest. "Hey you," she murmured into his chest, the sound of it muffled by his shirt.
"Hey baby," he murmured, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around her, stepping backwards to pull her into the house and shutting the door behind her. He gave her a squeeze as he dropped a kiss to her forehead. "Got leftovers waitin' for you in the microwave."
"Mmm, sounds perfect," she told him, dropping her arms from around him and taking a step back. He locked the door behind her, dead-bolted with an extra lock on the inside. She walked straight to the kitchen to heat up her food as her stomach gurgled. "How was your day?"
"Just a shop day," he said on a sigh as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. "Nothin' exciting. You?"
"Office day," she replied with the same bored tone. "Ran into some of your buddies at the hospital morgue just now."
He looked surprised by that, eyebrows raised. "Oh yeah? What were they doin'?"
"Lookin' at bones. Didn't ask why," she replied around a bite of food. It tasted absolutely amazing, and she couldn't help but do a little happy dance.
Juice chuckled softly, the sweetest smile on his face. "Good?"
"Mm-hmm," she hummed, bobbing her head. "Thanks, baby."
"Didn't do much. Just put it in the microwave."
It wasn't as simple as he was saying. He'd probably heard her car, prepared the plate, put it in the microwave, and started the microwave before going to greet her at the door. It was a lot more than just putting food in the microwave, and a lot more than anyone else had ever done for her. "Well, I appreciate it," she told him, kissing his cheek. "Half-Sack's big fight's tomorrow, huh?"
He shrugged a shoulder, and she knew it was because the outcome of the fight was fixed so there wasn't really anything exciting about it. He'd told her all about how the club needed the money he'd earn from fighting, though he didn't explain what they needed it for. "Yeah, about that...we're not gonna go anymore."
A part of her was relieved; she didn't love the idea of watching Half-Sack get the shit kicked out of him. "No?"
"Nah, Lena called. Said she needed me and Hap's help around the house. Clay said we could spend the day there. Said it'd be too suspicious if we all went and bet against our own prospect anyway," he explained before taking a long sip of beer.
Angela raised an eyebrow as she dug into her plate. "You volunteer for that or were you volun-told?"
He smirked, one shoulder rising and falling. "Volunteered. I want to help her out. She's always helped me, so if I can help her, and the club's good with it? I'm there. Happy to do it, even."
Her heart warmed at the idea of Juice wanting to help her family. Of him seemingly being excited to do so. She couldn't help but smile at him. "Yeah, that and she's gonna have some hella good food for you."
"That's certainly a perk," he replied with a grin. "Speaking of, you've been volun-told to be there for dinner after work."
One of Elena's dinners with two of her favorite people that she wouldn't have to work for? Angela didn't mind that one bit. "Sounds fantastic, actually. We stayin' the night?"
He considered it for a moment before shaking his head. "Nah, don't really want to sleep on that air mattress all alone again," he said, moving in front of her, his hands settling on her hips. "Not when I can come home and sleep with you in our bed."
She had a mouth full of food, but the way he was looking at her still made her feel like the sexiest woman alive. "Mmm, can't argue with that."
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Juice pushed the manual lawnmower across Elena and Graciela's backyard lawn, thankful it was closer to the end of the day, so it wasn't as hot as it'd been earlier. He and Hap had spent all day at the house, doing every single chore Elena could think of. He glanced over at Hap who was on top of a shitty ladder, cleaning out the gutters. From the open kitchen window, he could hear the radio playing some Spanish music while Elena started getting dinner ready. She'd already gone all out for lunch making them Cuban sandwiches with fresh limeade and periodically giving them cookies. Every so often, she'd stop him to thank him, kiss his cheek, sing his praises. While Hap looked annoyed, Juice lapped it up; he wasn't used to that type of attention from anyone other than Angela.
He wiped the sweat off his brow with his arm before grabbing the nearby rake. He flipped the hat he was wearing backwards, wiping his hands on the wife-beater he was wearing then started raking the lawn clippings into a pile. He'd asked Happy why they didn't have an actual lawnmower with a motor and one of those fancy collecting bags. Happy told him to stop whining and get to work. He had a feeling it was because Happy's cheap ass didn't want to spend the money on it.
He heard a loud wolf whistle from the doorway and looked over to see Angela leaning against the sliding door still in her work clothes. She must've had to work a service because she was formally dressed in those black slacks with matching suit jacket that fit her perfectly thanks to Elena's tailoring, a dark blue blouse underneath, and sexy black heels. Her dark hair was down and straight, parted to the side as it usually was. The sight of her alone set fire to his blood. "Hey beautiful," he greeted, grinning as she sauntered over to him.
"Hi handsome," she replied, biting her lip as she looked him over.
He was sweaty and probably stunk, but the lust in her dark eyes had him thinking she didn't really care about his hygiene. Reaching for her hips, he pulled her in closer, capturing her lips in a hot kiss. She kissed him back eagerly, sliding her arms around his neck as he tangled a hand into her hair, deepening the kiss and enjoying the familiar taste of her.
There was a sharp whistle, and he pulled away quickly to see Happy holding the shovel he'd been using to clean out the gutter, a menacing look in his eyes. "Back to work," he ordered, glaring at them.
Angela rolled her eyes, though she did take a small step away. She wiped some lipstick from around his mouth, a move Juice secretly loved. It reminded him of the first night they'd kissed when she'd done the same thing. "I'm gonna go get comfy," she told him, kissing him once more. "Love you."
"Love you too," he called after her, watching her ass as she walked away.
" 'ey!" Happy shouted, drawing his attention away.
Juice fought the urge to roll his eyes at him. "Get back to work, I know, I know," he said waving him away before he muttered, "Fuckin' cockblock.
"What was that?" Happy shot back.
"Nothing!" he replied, starting to rake the lawn clippings into a neat pile. He finished what he was doing, standing and stretching, groaning as his back cracked. He emptied the bag of clippings into the green bin and headed inside to the kitchen.
Elena was slicing cherry tomatoes for a salad, but she lifted her head to greet him with a smile. "All finished, mijo?"
Mijo. He loved when she called him that. He'd asked Angela what it meant one day, and she'd told him it was short for "mi hijo" or my son. Ever since he learned that fact, he couldn't help but from when Elena used the pet name. He nodded, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Yeah. Got anythin' else for me to do?"
"Not right now. Go clean up before dinner. Angelita just went up there pero I heard the shower finish a few minutes ago. She's probably stalling so she doesn't have to help," she exclaimed, shaking her head slowly. "Some things never change."
He chuckled, grabbing a tomato and popping it into his mouth as he headed up the stairs. He could hear Angela's voice coming from the bedroom and walked inside to find her stretched out on the bed, cell phone to her ear. She waved at him, pointing to the phone and mouthing 'Rosa'. Her hair was wet, so she must've showered when she got home, and she was wearing a pair of his basketball shorts, rolled a bit so they were low on her hips, and one of her shirts with her high school mascot splashed across the front of it that was a little too short on her exposing a part of her stomach. He nodded, dropping a kiss to her forehead before grabbing his go-bag and going to shower in the bathroom.
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Angela couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous story Rosa was telling her about her recent night out with her girlfriend. Being on the phone with Rosa on her childhood bed in her old bedroom was all kinds of nostalgic. The biggest difference was she wasn't on the house phone, and there was no threat of Elena picking up the other line to yell at her to get off the phone. She did miss twirling the cord of the phone around her finger while they talked though. At least then she had something to do with her hands. She heard the shower stop, the creak of the door as it opened, and then Juice was walking out clad in a pair of baggy pants and a tight, navy t-shirt that clung to him in the best way. She couldn't help but bite her lip, the best kind of thrill going through her body at the sight of him.
He smirked as he caught her eyes, moving to stretch out on the bed beside her. He didn't seem to care what she was saying to Rosa as his hand moved underneath her shirt, slowly pushing it up and tracing a finger over the koi fished tattooed onto her hip. Since the moment she'd shown the ink to him in New York, he'd been obsessed with it. Had asked her dozens of questions about it. She'd often catch him staring at the colors on her hip the times she had it exposed.
His touch was making it hard to pay attention to what Rosa was saying. He seemed to realize the effect he was having and met her gaze with a wicked grin. Scooting down a bit on the bed, he dipped his head down, his wet tongue swiping over the colorful ink. She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes at the feel of his mouth against her skin as he alternated between wet kisses, nips, and licks making it incredibly hard to focus on her conversation.
Juice moved over her, his torso between her legs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her basketball shorts. He peered over them the cutest curious look on his face. She was wearing simple black underwear, nothing fancy like she usually had on since she was at her Ma and Aunt's house. She typically kept the more basic underwear in the drawers there lest her aunt see the lacy panties and freak out on her like she did in high school. Juice didn't seem at all deterred by the simple ones like she thought he might be. He seemed somewhat intrigued. He sat up on his knees, tugging at the bottom of the shorts. She lifted her hips in pure instinct, allowing him to take off her shorts.
"And then, she said she'd said she'd never seen Star Wars, but she heard it was bad. Can you believe that?" Rosa asked, shock in her voice.
"Crazy," Angela murmured, squirming as Juice mouthed along the waistband of her underwear. He dragged a knuckle of the front of her underwear. She bit down hard on her lower lip, stifling a gasp at the sensation that shot through her body, her hips jerking up to meet his touch. His eyes darted to her face, dark with lust, an expectant look in them as if he thought she'd hang up the phone. She didn't, though. A part of her was slightly curious at how far he'd take things while she was on the phone at her family's home. The sexiest smirk turned up the corners of his lips as if to say, challenge accepted.
He hooked his fingers around her panties, tugging at them a bit until she raised her hips again. Sitting up on his knees again, he slid them off, pressing soft kisses to each of her ankles as he did so. She knew she should hang up the phone. That it wasn't considerate to Rosa to be so distracted while talking, but she had to admit, she liked the challenge, and she sure as hell didn't want to let Juice win.
Slowly, he kissed up on leg, biting at her thigh as he made his way up. She fought back a happy sigh, feeling that familiar warmth start to pool in her stomach as he lathed his tongue over the bitemark. Once he was between her legs, he gave one strong lick to her core, making her bite her lip to keep from gasping. Her back bowed off the bed eager to feel more of his mouth on her, a soft whimper escaping her hold. Yeah, she had to get off the phone. "Shit, Ro. Te llamo despues?" she said, squirming as Juice continued working her with his mouth mercilessly. (Call you later?)
"What? What's goin' on?" Rosa questioned, suspicious in her tone. "You all right?"
Juice sucked on her sensitive bundle of nerves, and this time she did gasp. "Fuck, Juice. Y-yeah. Fine. Just..." She couldn't get the words out, her whole body felt like it was on fire. "Poco preocupada." (Little preoccupied)
"You getting that tongue service right now, huh?" Rosa asked on a laugh. "Get it, you nasty girl."
She didn't bother responding, she couldn't; she snapped the phone shut and threw it to the side. Juice's rough chuckle of triumph sent the perfect vibrations through her whole body. Her whole body came alive under Juice's ministrations, her hips moving against his mouth, desperate for more as her hands fisted in the comforter. He slid a finger inside of her, and she bit her lip to stifle a cry, hips bucking up into his touch. She was so close. Her nails dug into the back of his head, holding him to her as her other hand grasped her own breast with a hand.
"Juancito! Angelita! Dinner!" Elena's voice called up the stairs.
If he stopped now, she would die. She was sure of it. "Don't fuckin' stop," she ordered on a whisper. He added another finger, pumping into her fast now before giving her one last, hard suck sending her tumbling over the edge just as Elena called for them again. She couldn't help but cry out, "C-coming! I'm coming!"
Juice chuckled, lifting his head, his fingers still working inside of her as she rode out her release, wringing her dry. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a sloppy kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and got a small thrill from it. "Hell yeah, you did."
She pressed a hand over her mouth trying to hide her grin as she fought to catch her breath. He pulled away her hand, kissing her knuckles. "Uh-uh. Lemme see that smile. I did that," he boasted in the sweetest way.
His light eyes studied her face with such pride in them, she couldn't help but grin herself. Reaching out, she squeezed his face between her thumb and forefinger playfully. "Goof," she murmured, leaning up to kiss him again. "I love you."
"Love you too, beautiful," he told her, smacking another kiss to her lips obnoxiously. With a grunt, he got to his feet, his erection very obvious even through his baggy pants. Elena called for them again, and she grimaced; she definitely didn't have time to help him out without it looking suspicious. He leaned down, grabbing her underwear and shorts, wrapping the fabric of the underwear around his hand. "Yeeah, 'm gonna take care a this."
"Need help?" she offered, though they both knew it'd be impossible especially with the sound of Happy's footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Nah, 'm good. Get me later," he told her with a wink. He tossed her the shorts before disappearing into the bathroom.
She chuckled, grabbing the shorts and putting them on just as the door flung open. Happy filled the doorway, a murderous look on his face. "Can I help you?" she asked innocently.
"Ma's been callin' you for five minutes," he stated, glaring at her.
"Oh shit. Sorry," she said, going to leave, but Happy didn't move from the door.
His eyes narrowed, sweeping over her then the room. The bed was still made, but the cover was wrinkled, especially where she'd twisted at them. "Where's the idiot?"
"Bathroom," she answered, pushing him out of the room. He moved of his own volition; she knew there was no way she could actually move him. She pulled her hair up into a bun as she headed down the stairs, Happy following behind her. He sat down at kitchen table, and she was grateful to see her place at the table had a full glass of water. Suddenly parched, she downed the whole thing.
"You good?" Happy asked, suspiciously.
"Great," she said, heading back to the kitchen where her Aunt was. She greeted her aunt, kissing her temple. "Sorry, Rosa wouldn't shut up. Need help, Tia?"
"Esa Rosa. Always talking, that one," Elena said on a laugh before gesturing towards the large salad bowl. "Make the dressing then take over the salad."
She busied herself making the oil and vinegar dressing. Juice's footsteps were loud as he walked back into the kitchen. She heard a smack and Juice's soft curse. Finishing the salad, she took it over to the dining room to see Juice rubbing at the back of his head while Happy glared daggers at him. "What was that for?" Juice asked on a scowl.
"Don't do that shit here," Happy stated, his voice low enough Elena wouldn't hear him.
Juice's eyes widened in fear as he glanced over at her. She rolled her eyes as she set down the salad. "I'm an adult," she reminded her cousin.
Happy shook his head. "Not in this house. Disrespectful."
"Que es disrespectful?" Elena asked, walking in with two plates in her hands. (What is...)
All three of them knew if Elena found out what they were talking about, she'd blow a gasket. Happy glanced at Angela, eyebrows raised as if to say, your move. She inhaled deeply, trying to think of something, anything to say. She glanced over at Juice who was sitting with his elbows on the table, leaning forward in anticipation for her answer. Letting out a long breath, she gestured towards him. "Elbows on the table. Bad manners. Disrespectful."
Juice immediately took his elbows off, the cutest blush coloring his cheeks. "Right...of course. Bad manners," he repeated, nodding emphatically.
Elena moved over the table to him, her arm sliding over his shoulders as she hugged him to her chest. "You two be nice to my Juancito," she said, dropping a kiss to the top of his mowhawk. "It's okay, mijo. This is your home. You do whatever you want."
Angela caught the way Juice's eyes got a little teary at Elena's words. She knew how much it meant for him to be a part of their little family. He grinned widely at Elena, swallowing hard. "Thanks, Ma."
The way he called her aunt 'Ma' warmed Angela's heart and turned her insides to mush. As strange as it was for her man to call her aunt 'Ma', she loved it. Loved how well he fit into her strange, broken family as if he had always been there. Had fit in even before they'd gotten together. She sat down beside him, leaning over to kiss Juice's cheek. He turned his head, capturing her mouth in a sweet kiss.
"Enough," Happy sneered, kicking Juice under the table. Juice scowled at him, Hap scowled back. Though she swore she caught the smallest hint of a smile as if he knew how happy Juice's love made her. How much better she was with him at her side, and it made her cousin happy to see it.
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Love writing Juice and Elena and giving him a better source of maternal energy than Gemma... ;)
Also having fun changing things up from how I wrote them in 'Hands All Over'.
Let me know what you think!
~Love Ink
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