The emotions had worn him out, causing him to sleep until the alarm clock on his phone woke him up. Grabbing for the cell phone on the night stand he turned off the alarm, then he rolled back on his side. His lips curled up as he looked at the giant tattoo on her back, convincing him that their reunion hadn't been a dream. Propping up on his elbow, he watched the curvature of her back and the dragon head below her neck, the wings covering both shoulder blades and the tail curling down her spine. It took a lot of effort not the touch the ink with his lips, but he thought she deserved a few more minutes sleep. Apart from that, he was still afraid that she would regret this, that it had been her emotions pushing her back into his bed. After admiring her tattoo for a while he raised himself a little more so he could glance at her face. She looked sweet, vulnerable. As he noticed that the blanket had slipped down a bit, revealing her breasts, he carefully pulled it over her shoulder. It wouldn't be the first time one of his brothers would barge into his room and he rather not thought about what would happen if someone saw her like that. It was better if they wouldn't turn this into a habit.

Because of the movement of the blanket she woke up nevertheless; she rolled over to him and looked drowsy at him. 

"Hey." Her voice sounded a little hoarse and a smile adorned her face. Her hand stroked his chest and he closed his eyes, realizing how much he had missed her touch. Softly her lips touched his. Lazily he opened his mouth and kissed her back. Her hand laid still on his stomach, which was probably for the best; if it would wander down a little further he wasn't sure he could control himself and even though he could lock the door, he didn't want them to be disturbed by his brothers banging on the door. 

Not after such a long time, he needed much more than a quickie. 

Breaking the kiss, he laid a hand against his cheek, his thumb stroking the ring in her lip. 

"We are badly behind in the workshop," he told her, "so they won't let us lie here all day."

He had no idea how many people knew that Shane had spent the night here – and actually he didn't care. 

Alex nodded, giving him another long kiss and getting up to dress herself. Silently he helped her pulling down the back of her chest binder. She obviously could do it herself, but it was a small gesture saving her some time. 

When he had clothed himself they left the room. He felt the urge to grab her hand, but he didn't. Now they were finally ready to show their feelings in public, the thought that everyone would consider him to be gay bothered him a bit. He knew he could look past it, but he didn't want to be confronted with it the whole time. 

He was just busy getting breakfast ready when he heard a slapping sound. 

"And? Does the prospect have a nice piece of ass? Damn, I heard you scream tonight like two animals." Tig smirked at him. 

Juice's muscles tensed as he saw his brother's hand on Alex's bum, squeezing it. 

"And, little boy? You're still able to sit now Juicy is done with ya?"

Juice was about to smash Tig, but Alex gave him a stern look and pushed Tig away. 

"You really want me to answer that, Tiggy?" she asked. "I don't wanna make you jealous... but yeah, the rest of the day I'm sure I won't forget the feel of his big cock being shoved so far up my ass."

Tig only smirked and let go of her. "Well done brother." He slapped Juice's shoulder. "If I had only known..."

Juice shivered – he really had no interest in knowing what the man would have done. He started to feel sick and felt relieved when the man left the kitchen. 

"Well, that sounded romantic," Juice grunted now they were alone. 

Alex chuckled, her hand gliding between the countertop and his waist, pressing a hand to his crotch on which he responded immediately. With one eye at the door, she kneaded him right through the fabric of his pants until he pressed his face against her shoulder. 

"Stop," he moaned. 

"Didn't expect my words to turn you on that much."

"It's you fuckin' hand, not your words," he groaned. 

For some reason her words had sounded more disgusting than hot, but the images he was seeing now did turn him on. They'd never done anal sex, not every girl was into that and he had never made an attempt to try. 

"You sure?" she whispered in his ear. "Cause I think feeling you there while your fingers slide inside me somewhere else is fuckin' hot." Her hand slipped into his boxers and she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock. 

"Oh fuck Alex," he grunted when she grasped him firmly. "Please go back into that closet, this is fuckin' torture."

She chuckled, after one last tug she pulled back her hand, right before Gemma entered the kitchen. With red cheeks Juice muttered "morning" while he made toast, keeping his waist turned towards the countertop to hide the obvious bulge in his pants.

The smirk crossing Alex's face only made the blood flow faster to that area, and he even felt relief when she left the kitchen. 

His relief didn't last very long. 

"Hmm, I can't say I'm surprised," Gemma said. 

"Surprised about what?"

"You've always been a chick-magnet... many times I have wondered why you never picked one to become your old lady. But all that time, you were looking for old man." She patted his shoulder. "At least he understands the club life. That will save you a lot of drama." She winked.

Juice had no idea what to answer and just muttered some inaudible words. 

Man – this was going to be a long day...

. . .

Juice felt relieved when Alex and he entered his apartment after a long day of work. Finally there was nobody around. Because they had been close to starving they'd picked up some food on their way home, which Alex put down on the table now. 

"He didn't touch you again, right?" Juice asked a little worried when they were sitting across from each other. What had happened in the kitchen this morning kept nagging at him. The fact that Tig had lowered his pants before to get a blowjob from her, wasn't helpful either, and with her history of rape he couldn't imagine it wasn't bothering her. 

"Nope, I just stayed away from him."

"Good. If not..."

She raised an eyebrow. "Then what? You're gonna beat the shit outta him?"

Juice shrugged his shoulders. If Tig would grab Tara, Jax would give him a beat up too. Whether it was about a man or a woman shouldn't make a difference; everyone just had to keep his hands off his girl. Or boy, in their eyes.

"I'll survive a hand on my ass. As long as he's not grabbing me at the front, for that would really be the most miserable way to get exposed."

"Well, you got a good right hook, so you better beat him off when he tries."

"Said Prince Charming." She chuckled while filling her plate with food. "Ain't that your job now we came out of the closet?"

"Knowing you, Prince Charming will probably end up in a ditch when he tries to save you like you're some damsel in distress."

She grinned, her eyes twinkling as she looked up to him. Her hand glided to his and she squeezed. "You were right. It feels liberating now we don't have to hide anymore."

Juice kept to himself that it kinda sucked that Opie had to die before she had drawn that conclusion and he focused on his food. Alex shoved a bit uncomfortable on her chair, making him wonder if her thoughts had traveled along the same path. 

However, when she started to talk again, she brought up a whole different topic. "Which things can you hack in to?"

"Uh... pretty much everything when I get the time? Well – I won't claim that I can hack my way into the CIA database or something, but systems that aren't guarded that well..." He gave her a questioning look. She had never asked anything about his hacking skills, so he assumed this was more than ordinary interest. 

"The police database?"

"Yeah, sure. Dug into that stuff plenty of times." He squinted his eyes a bit. "What ridiculous plan is on your mind this time?"

"It's more like a precaution..." she answered. "But since the police is hovering us like vultures... If I ever end up at the police station there won't be a Shane Brewster in their system. So I wondered if you can create some file for him and hide or delete Alex's file..."

He stared at her. "What's the point of that? You – you wanna be sent to a men's prison?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course not, idiot. I really have no interest in being a prison whore. If they ever send me to jail I will tell 'em that I'm a girl. But if it's just one day in the cell, or a regular questioning... then the non-existent Shane Brewster will call up a lot of questions."

He nodded slowly. Yeah – she had a point. Even more, it was fucking stupid they hadn't thought about this before; if the police had shifted its attention to the prospects instead of the full patched members they would have unraveled that a long time ago."

"Yeah, I'll take care of that." His eyes rested upon her face. "But that doesn't mean you can do reckless shit now huh."

She rolled her eyes. 

Juice however couldn't shake off the sudden horrible feeling; her request felt like a bad omen.