Sun beams fell through the window. The curtains weren't closed; a sign that she had been really excited or drunk last night. Both, probably. 

Juice was lying on his stomach, his arms and legs spread across the bed. The sunlight pooled on his back, making his tan skin glisten. Her eye caught a few large scars and she realized that she had no idea how he got those. Her thumb brushed the scar tissue. When her touch didn't wake him up and he kept snoring away, she bent over him and spread kisses across his back. She was hungry and was in the mood for an omelet, and since he made better ones than she did, it was about time he woke up. Her lips followed his spine downwards. 

"If you bite my ass, I'm gonna fart," he muttered as she neared his bottom. 

"You're such a romantic huh?"  She spanked his ass, leaving a red print behind.

With a grunt he turned around, taking her with him during his roll so she was trapped underneath his body. "It's only eight. You're a fucking slave-driver for wakin' me up so early." With his right arm he pulled the pillow closer, cramming it next to her face, putting down his head on it and trying to fall asleep again. 

Because of the heaviness of his body it was hard to breathe, but she didn't show it. Instead, her fingertips glided across his back, slightly touching his skin, in such a way it tickled, making him grunt in her ear.

"Lemme sleep. I have a fuckin' hangover."

She chuckled softly. "Why am I not surprised?"

He turned his head to the side. "Did I have a fuckin' hot dream or have we really done it on Roosevelt's kitchen table yesterday?"

"I'm sure that was a dream. I bet you're way too pussy to do such a thing," she answered with a blank face. 

Suspiciously he looked at her. "We did it, huh? Fuck, you really are as mad as a hatter."

She laughed lightly. "Well I wasn't the only one lying on that table."

"Ya didn't? You lured Roosevelt downstairs?"

She made an offended sound, burying her finger nails in his ass, making his upper body tense. He raised his head to look at her, a meaningful smirk on his face. 

"By the way I did lure him downstairs. You were so chicken you couldn't wait to run. You didn't even give me a satisfying orgasm."

"Hmm. Well I also remember a barn."

"You weren't much better in there."

"Bullshit..." He kissed her neck, his stubble grinding her skin. "All you have to do to get another round, is ask." With his elbows he leaned on the mattress, sparks in his eyes. "There's no harm in askin', hmm?"

"I'd rather ask you to make breakfast."

"You sure? You rather want breakfast than this?" Gently his teeth sank in her neck and he leaned a little to the left so he could massage her breast. 

"Uh-huh... I want an omelet with bacon... and toasted bread. Mmmm."

He didn't answer and kept kissing her neck. His hand glided along her leg, pulling it to the side to create space. A second later his erection pressed against her entrance, and he looked at her with a dark look in his eyes. "You still prefer bread?"

"Uh-huh." Teasingly, she moved her hips back and forth. Her eyes drooped as she enjoyed the friction too. She almost wanted to give in – then he suddenly rolled off her. 

"Okay. Breakfast it is."

Before he could leave the bed, she wrapped an arm around his stomach and rolled him back so they were facing each other. "What's the story behind the scars on your back?"

Surprise crossed his face. His fingers laced with hers and he shoved an arm underneath his head. "Two years ago some guy stabbed me in jail."

She raised her eyebrows. "What? Why?"

A blush spread across his cheeks. "There was this guy we had to get. He... thought I was interesting, so I had to lure him away from his buddies by acting like I wanted to be his bitch. Once we had taken care of the guy, his pals wanted revenge and stabbed me."

Alex chuckled. "Well, maybe you are indeed a little gay." Once more, her fingers stroked the scars.

"Maybe a little bit," he answered with a half-hearted grin. "Cause you're a little boyish huh? You got more battle scars than me." First his fingers stroked the scar of the graze wound in her upper arm, then across the stab wound in her stomach and eventually he moved his fingers to where the mine splinters had been in her leg. Then his hand ran up, holding her ass and pulling her closer. "Maybe that's the reason I constantly need a reminder that you're actually a woman."

After these words, he pushed himself inside her. 

Alex moaned because of the lack of foreplay, although she liked the roughness and grabbed his lip with her teeth, making him curse and picking up speed. 

. . .

Fifteen minutes later Alex was still enjoying roasted bread, omelet and bacon. As Juice sat down next to her, she lifted the corner of her mouth. "Kinda like it, havin' my own slave."

He pulled away the plate in front of her. "Never said this was yours."

She stole his plate, quickly sinking her teeth in the bread. "But your actions always speak louder than your words." She winked. The smile she got in return looked so happy that the butterflies showed up in her stomach again. She laid her hand on his thigh and squeezed. "I love you. And not just because you make the best eggs."

His hand glided across hers, and he looked at her. "Love you too. And not just because you're so good in bed."

"Tsss." She nudged his shoulder. "As if that's the only thing I'm good at."

"Hmm. In what else you think you're talented?"

"Playing pool. Shooting. Boxing."

He raised an eyebrow. "You think you'd beat me in a boxing match?"

"Uh-huh. Bet you don't ever dare to punch me in the face."

"Hmm. Well that would be a shame." With the back of his fingers he stroked her cheek. 

"Oh well, bruises fade. Got this shiner for days now," she pointed to her eye, "don't believe it got in the way of your libido."

"That doesn't make it more fun to beat up my own girlfriend."

She shrugged her shoulders. "No way you gonna get that far. You pass out before you've clenched your fists."

"I think you underestimate me, honey," he winked.

The confidence he was suddenly showing her made her chuckle and she continued with her breakfast. "Too bad it raises so many questions if we both show up with bruised faces. I'm sure someone else will challenge me to get into the ring."

"Hm-hm. How convenient." 

"It's best for you too, trust me. I doubt your ego can handle a beat up from your girlfriend."

"Oh, my ego can handle a lot those days," he muttered. "If I'm not mistaken, I kissed your neck in public yesterday."

She chuckled softly. "Yeah, you were fuckin' annoying. Although you're mainly makin' a fool of yourself. Have a feeling Tig will ask a blowjob from you soon."

"Well that wouldn't be the first time."

Alex's eyes widened. "What? You sucked his dick?" 

"What? No man. I mean it wouldn't be the first time he'd ask."

She chuckled. "You really are a little gay, baby. Apparently it's written all over you."

"I'm just ruggedly handsome. For both men and women."

"Yea would tell that to myself too."

He snatched her plate with the half-eaten bread away from her. "Can't you be a little more gentle?" He walked away from her, stuffing the food in his mouth. 

"Then look in the mirror if you don't believe me. I've seen hotter things than a little Puerto Rican with hamster-like cheeks full of bread."

He showed her a grin full of breadcrumbs and egg. "Impossible."

"So much for my appetite." She leaned back in the chair. "By the way, have I already told you that Kozik will move in with me?"

Juice lowered the plate, his face becoming serious. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. He told me he can no longer stay in his own house with a wheelchair, and my place is all ground floor."

He sat down next to her. "Wow... Didn't see that comin'. Aren't you afraid that he will discover that you're a girl?"

"Nah, as long as I keep the bathroom door locked I will be fine."

"But what about your chest binder? You can't wear it that long... that's not good for you."

"We won't be living in each other's pockets... He gets his own room, and I have my own room. I'll just have some company during dinner."

Juice snorted. "Let me guess; you don't plan to tell him that we're together?"

"I don't know yet," she muttered. 

"Why not? Chibs knows about us too."

"And I hate that." She sighed. "Juice, if there is something that will blow my cover, it's your feelings for me! Yesterday you kissed my neck and told me you wanted me inside your room. How much longer before you make a comment that indicates that I'm not a man?"

He dropped his eyes. "I can drink less..."

"C'mon, you know how that goes. The moment they find out you try to slow down with alcohol, they're gonna tap you. And how will you explain that sudden change? Things are just easier if we aren't a couple outside the house, okay?"

His shoulders slumped down. She took his hand and squeezed. "We will find a way to make this work, okay? I'll ask Mila if she can come around now and then to help Koz, and we can still meet at your house. Okay? Nothing will change between us."

With a sigh he looked up to her. "Okay. If you say so."

His voiced lacked any conviction that their relationship wouldn't suffer from this. 

Alex however wasn't in the mood to worry about it. They would find a way, they had proven to be inventive before. The only thing she wasn't looking forward to, was a conversation with Mila. She needed her friend's help, but it remained to be seen if she wanted to help her, after how Alex had treated her. But who knows, if they would talk things out. She thought she was ready to share some things with her that had been too hard to talk about before.

"She's gonna pretend to be your girl again?" Juice muttered. 

"I don't know," she admitted. "We'll see how it goes." She gave him a kiss. "But you know it's just an act, Juice. I won't even kiss her if you don't want me to."

It didn't seem to cheer him up much.