Angela looked up at the clock then back down to the body she was working on. The long hand of the clock was getting dangerously close to the six meaning she should be at TM, she should be waiting for the boys to get back from San Joa not halfway through embalming someone. "Shit," she murmured, increasing her speed.

"Go," Skeeter's voice said from the doorway.

She jumped slightly, startled by his voice; she hadn't seen him standing there. "I'm almost done," she told him, focusing back on the task at hand.

"I can handle the rest. I did your job before you came, I can do it again just once," he insisted. She didn't need to be told twice. In seconds, she had ripped off all her protective gear and thrown it in the biohazard bin. On her way out the door, she hesitated briefly, feeling guilty for leaving him behind to do her job. He scoffed at her, "Angela, I'm fine. Get outta here!"

"Thanks Skeet," she said pressing a kiss to his cheek before sprinting out the door and to her Mazda. She sped down the boulevard, driving with her knee as she fixed her makeup in the mirror before tugging out her hair tie.

She glanced at the clock. "Shit," she muttered as another minute passed. She pulled into the TM parking lot, stopping the car with a jerk before practically jumping out of it, sprinting towards where Gemma, Tara, and the whole TM crew were waiting. "I made it," she breathed.

Gemma gave her a small smile. "Busy morning?" she asked as she got up from the picnic table where she'd been coloring with Abel.

Angela nodded exaggeratedly. "I swear we've been slow for days, and the one day I have something to do, there's like five bodies that all need to be embalmed!"

She patted the undertaker's shoulder. "Relax. They're not gonna be here for a few minutes."

"Right," she said, nodding as she sucked in a deep breath and blew it back out trying to slow down her heart rate.

"Gee! Gee!" Abel cooed, waving his hands up at her.

She smiled back at him, grabbing one little hand in hers. "Hey Abie!" she exclaimed, sitting down in the spot Gemma had vacated.

Lyla grinned at her from across the table where she was coloring in one of Abel's coloring books. "You get the goods?"

She smiled as she tugged down the front of her black wife beater revealing the top of her dark blue bra with Swarovski crystals dotted across the center of it. It'd cost more than she usually paid for underwear, but she knew it'd be worth it. "Victoria's Secret, Bombshell bling."

"Nice. He's going to be all over that," the blonde said, her blue eyes glinting mischievously. The love of lingerie was something she shared with Angela, though she got to show it off more often than the undertaker. They often texted each other cute pieces and good deals from different websites. Each knew way more than normal about what the other's significant other liked in regards to lingerie.

The sound of Harleys in the distance sent Angela's heart into her throat. She clenched her jaw to keep an excited squeal from escaping her lips. Taking note of what Gemma and Tara were doing, she didn't run to them; just made her way through the other Croweaters, surprised when a lot of them stepped aside to let her through.

She went straight to Happy, since he got there first. He let her hug him for a brief moment, smoothing his ringed fingers over her long hair. "Hey kid," he said, kissing her temple before gently pushing her away. "Good to see ya."

"You too, Hap," she replied with a wide smile. "Welcome home."

Happy smirked at her, ruffling her hair as he looked over her shoulder to where Juice had just pulled in. He had to give her credit; as much as he knew she was waiting for Juice, the fact she went to him first made him happy. He'd always put his family first, be it his real family or his club family, and he was glad to see Angela do the same. "Yeah. Thanks," he muttered before pushing her towards her man. "Go 'head."

Angela turned, grinning when she saw Juice there. Her heart felt like his was going to bust out of her chest when she saw that big goofy smile spread across his lips as he swung his leg off the bike.

"There's my girl," Juice said, his dark eyes raking over her figure hungrily as he slid a hand around her waist pulling her into his chest.

"Told ya I'd be waiting," she said, a bright smile on her face as she looped her arms around his neck.

"Never doubted ya," he murmured before his lips crashed down upon hers. For the first time in fourteen months, Juice really kissed his girl. One of those passionate, weak in the knees kisses that was sure to leave the both of them wanting more. His hand slid down the plane of her back, not stopping until he found his favorite spot in the back pocket of her jeans.

She laughed as he squeezed her ass, breaking their kiss for all of a second before his lips were on hers again, tongue sliding into her mouth to deepen the kiss. Her hands reached up to rake through his hair, tugging gently as she tested out the longer length. Juice broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to hers as he tried to control his breathing. She looked beautiful with that huge smile on her face; her dark eyes alight with happiness. "Missed you, Angel," he whispered in her ear as he pulled her into a tight hug. He loved the way she melted into him, every inch of her body fitting perfectly into his.

She tilted her head to look up at him. "Missed you too, goof," she said, rolling up on the balls of her feet to kiss him once again. It'd been too long since she could kiss him whenever she wanted, and she was taking full advantage of it now.

"Chapel! Ten minutes," Clay reminded the boys as he headed inside the clubhouse.

Juice groaned, hanging his head down in defeat. If he had it his way, he'd have swept her off her feet and taken her straight into his dorm room. It'd been way too long since he'd had a massage from his girl, and he was ready to have her hands all over him. She laughed at his reaction, pulling away slightly and setting her palms on his chest. "Go," she insisted, a smile playing on her lips. "I'll see you back at home."

Home. God, that sounds good, he thought as he kissed her once more before smacking her ass. "I'll see you at home. Twenty minutes! Tops!" he shouted as he backpedaled towards the clubhouse door.

"Just go, goof!" she called after him, unable to wipe the smile off of her face. Her boy was finally home.

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Juice parked his Dyna in the driveway hastily, not wanting to waste any more time than he already had. He opened the front door, stepping in and taking a deep breath. His house smelled like freshly baked cookies. His stomach grumbled hungrily as he made his way to the kitchen. He found her standing there in another of his black hoodies, her dark hair hanging down her back in loose waves just like he liked it. He watched as she dipped a finger into the mixing bowl before putting it in her mouth and tasting the batter. And that was the end of his self control.

He grabbed her around the waist, turning her so her back hit the counter as he pressed himself against her body. Her hands slid under his cut, pulling it expertly down his arms and off his shoulders. She didn't let it hit the ground though, instead, tossing it towards the clean counter. His hands found the zipper of the hoodie, and in one swift tug, he pulled it down. He took a minute to drink in what she was wearing. A dark blue bra embellished with lace and crystals that glittered in the light of the kitchen and a matching pair of barely there panties. "Damn, Angel," he said reverently, his eyes meeting hers as he slid the fabric off her shoulders.

Angela smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Welcome home, baby." He chuckled as her hands slid under his shirt, slowly inching it up. Grabbing the hem, he helped her out, pulling it off in one quick motion. Her dark eyes widened when she saw his bare chest. "Is that real?" she asked.

He nodded. "Surprise."

She shook her head. There was no way. She licked her finger, rubbing it over the new ink etched right over his heart. It didn't smudge. She stared up at him, her fingers tracing over the letters of his nickname for her inked across his pec in beautiful calligraphy. "Holy shit. It's real."

"I know," he said on another nod. He was slightly amused to see how fascinated she was by his new tattoo. "You like it?"

Her eyes lifted from his skin and met his, dark with lust as she nodded. In seconds, she was throwing herself at him. He caught her easily, lifting her off the ground so she could wrap her legs around his waist as her lips crashed down on his. He carried her over to the couch, laying her down on the soft leather without breaking the kiss. His hands moved down her sides until he got to her skimpy little panties.

"Knew you'd like it," he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as he ripped off her panties. He grinned when she gasped, knowing she'd be pissed about it later. At that moment, he didn't care though. It'd been fourteen months since he had gotten to be with her, and he was going to take full advantage of it now before they got interrupted.

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Juice had never felt more at peace than he did laying there naked in bed with Angela pressed up against his side. They'd gotten reacquainted with each other over and over again on practically every surface of their house, and he'd loved every minute of it. He watched the light catch the ring he'd given her as her fingers traced over the new ink across his chest. "I can't believe you did this," she whispered, glancing up at him. "Did it hurt?"

"Nah," he lied, his hands playing with the strands of her long hair. She raised an eyebrow at him, a doubtful look on her face, and he smiled. "All right, maybe a little bit, but it was worth it. You like it right?"

She laughed lightly, tilting her head back to kiss him before laying back down on his chest. "I love it," she answered. It felt so good to have him close again, to feel his skin against hers. "I missed this," she admitted, her voice sleepy. "I missed you."

"Missed you too," he murmured. His fingers trailed lightly up and down her back as he turned his head to press a sweet kiss to her forehead. "I'm not gonna leave you again, Angel. I promise."

"I hope not," she murmured before suddenly sitting up in bed. "Shit, I forgot," she said, rolling out of bed and to her feet.

"Where are you going?" he asked, sitting up slightly, an amused look on his face as he watched her pull one of the blankets off the bed and wrap it around herself. He shook his head as he watched her speed walk out of the room.

"Just hold on!" she called out. He could hear her rummaging around in the kitchen.

He chuckled to himself as he heard something crash followed by a long string of expletives. "You all right, baby?"

"Fine!" she called back, her voice closer than before.

He smiled as she appeared in the doorway. She had an awful case of bed hair. His fault for running his hands through the silky dark strands every opportunity he got. In her hand was a little white stick that looked pinched at the edges; a joint. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Whatcha got there?"

"Hazer insisted I take it. Apparently, it's one of your favorite strands or something," she explained, handing it over to him then crawling back into bed.

Juice lifted his arm to let her settle in against his side before reaching over to his bedside table and digging out a lighter and ashtray. He usually didn't smoke in bed given that it could leave behind a mess, but he was too comfortable to move. "Awesome," he said, lighting it up and taking a long drag on it. He sighed contently, letting out the smoke with it. This was just an added joy to his already perfect day. "Remind me to thank Hazer later."

"Will do. Is it any good?" she asked, laying flat on her stomach just a little ways away from him to avoid getting smoke blown directly in her face. He handed over the joint to her, but she waved it off. "You enjoy it. I'm good right now."

He nodded slowly, his hand trailing up and down her bareback as he smoked. "You get a colonic yet?" he asked as he exhaled.

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Not gonna happen. It creeps me out, reminds me too much of embalming with the tubes and stuff."

Juice could see how that would bother her. He'd never thought about it like that before. "Thinkin' of givin' a certificate for them to Ope and Ly for their wedding."

Angela rolled her eyes at him, wondering why on Earth he would think that was a good present. She knew for a fact Lyla would never use it, no matter how used to taking things up the ass she was. "Classy, Juice."

"What? They're good for you," he explained, an innocent look on his face. "What'd you get 'em?"

"Ly wanted a pair of lingerie that was a little overpriced, so I got 'em for her," Angela explained on a shrug. "Figure she and Ope would enjoy it."

"Classy, Angel," he said, throwing her own words back at her.

She stuck her tongue out at him, wrinkling her nose as he deliberately blew smoke in her face in response. "Juice," she whined, waving a hand in front of her face to clear the smoke; he knew she hated when he did that. She didn't mind smoking but wasn't a big fan of having the smoke blown in her face when she wasn't actually smoking.

He kissed her nose, right on the little wrinkles. "You're cute when you're mad," he said giving her one of his charming smiles.

Angela sighed and rolled her eyes, it was hard to be mad at him when he was smiling at her like that. "Goof," she said in defeat, lying her cheek against his chest. She felt her eyes start to droop closed as his heartbeat lulled her to sleep.

Juice felt her breathing even out and looked down to find her sound asleep. He smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to her forehead. He stubbed out the joint before wrapping his arms tighter around her and drifting off into the first restful sleep he'd had in months.

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The familiar sound of her phone woke her up from her little nap, the shrill beeping a sharp change from the soothing sound of Juice's snoring. Rubbing at her eyes, she reached out blindly to her bedside table and picked it up. "Angela Ruiz," she murmured into it sleepily.

"Ang!" Lyla's panicked voice came over the phone. "I'm having a make-up emergency! I can't get it right and I just have black shit all over!"

Angela looked back at Juice's sleeping form and wished like hell she could tell Lyla to take care of it herself so she could rest a few more minutes with him. She sighed tiredly. "You can't fix it?"

"No! I know Juice just came home and you're probably fucking his brains out or whatever, and I'm sorry for bothering you but...you're the only one that can help me, Ang. Please."

Guilt twisted in her stomach; Lyla was one of her closest friends. It didn't sit right with her to abandon her friend in her time of need. She begrudgingly threw back the covers and got out of bed. "Yeah, yeah, fine," she muttered, raking a hand through her hair. "Be there in fifteen."

"Thanks, babe. I owe you."

"Hell yeah, you do," she said in response, glaring at the phone as she ended the call. She quickly got dressed into some comfy clothes before pulling a brush through her awful bed hair. As she glanced into the mirror, something caught her eye. A patch of raw, red skin just by her collar bone. Mustache burn, she thought with a laugh as she carefully rubbed some concealer on it.

With another sigh, she headed around the bed to where Juice was still snoring away. She sat down next to his hip, leaning over to press her lips to cheek, as she settled one hand on his muscular stomach and shook him gently. He groaned as he woke up, blinking at her sleepily. "Why are you wearing clothes?" he asked, his voice slow with sleep. "I'm not done with you yet."

She laughed slightly. "Because I have to go do the bride's make up," she explained, smiling at the disappointed look on his face. She gave him a sound kiss on the mouth before standing up. "I'll be back soon, though. I need to shower."

"Me too," he mumbled catching her hand in his as she turned to move away.

Angela gave him that naughty smirk that he loved so much. "What a coincidence! Too bad we only have one shower.

He pulled her in closer. "I'm willing to share," he said, one finger hooking around the belt loop of her jeans.

He tried tugging her down to the bed again, but she stood firm. "Juice, I got to go, baby. I'll be back soon, I swear," she insisted, kissing him quickly before stepping far out of his reach. "Twenty minutes, tops!"

Juice rolled his eyes as she threw his own words back at him. He lay back down with a groan. When he'd told her twenty minutes earlier in the day, it'd taken him more like an hour and a half to get home. "That's a lie," he said around a yawn.

Angela laughed as she slung her makeup pack over her shoulders. "Time me."

Always up for a challenge, he sat up on his elbows, reaching out a hand for his phone. He flicked it open and got to the stop watch application. "Ready?"

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Start when you hear the door close."

He nodded in agreement. "What do I get if you're late?"

"I'm sure you can think of something," she said winking at him as she headed out the bedroom.

As soon as he heard the doorknob turning, he called out, "Time's starting in three...two...one...Go!"

"Bye Juice!" she shouted, slamming the door behind her and sprinting to her car.

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Angela walked up to Opie's front door and rang the doorbell. She grinned when Ellie opened the door. The young girl had really grown up over the past year. She was a taller now, her hair shorter, and a shade or two darker. The almost fourteen year old looked gorgeous in her teal dress. "Hey, El," Angela greeted, hugging her tightly. "Lookin' good."

Ellie smiled, tucking a hair behind her ear. "Lyla helped straighten my hair."

Lyla seemed to love experimenting with Ellie's hair. It was the blonde's fault that Ellie's hair was now a rust color instead of its natural dirty blonde. "Looks good, kiddo. You excited for tonight?" she asked making her way towards the bedroom where she knew Lyla was waiting.

"Yeah! I get to hold her train while she walks down the aisle," she explained excitedly as she followed Angela. "Are you here to help with her makeup?"

Angela nodded, her eyes widening when she stepped into the master bathroom to find Lyla with black eyeshadow all over her face. "Holy shit, Ly."

"I was going for a smoky eye," Lyla explained, rubbing at the dark makeup with a towel.

"Looks more charred than smoky," she teased in return making Ellie giggle.

Lyla glared at her, not at all amused by the joke. "Can you fix it?"

"Yeah, 'course," Angela said, unzipping her bag and pulling out her makeup remover. "You sure you want a smoky eye? I mean, you're getting married, not going out to a club..."

"I want my eyes to pop."

"With the way you were doing it, they were going to pop right out of your head," she teased, pushing Lyla's hand out of the way and starting to wipe off the makeup.

Lyla laughed this time, a little more at ease now that Angela was there. "Look at you, Ms. Smiley. Looks like someone got some."

"Lyla!" Angela said, her eyes wide as she looked over at Ellie who was standing in the doorway.

Ellie shrugged a shoulder. "What? I'm almost fourteen now. I know what sex is."

The undertaker rolled her eyes as she tossed the rag off to the side, finally done cleaning Lyla's face. "Of course you do," she mumbled, shaking her head to herself. It wasn't a surprise Ellie knew what sex was; the girl was living with a porn star after all.

"So?" Lyla pushed. At Angela's hesitance, she glanced at Ellie. "El, not that we don't love your company, but..."

Ellie sighed as she nodded. "I get it, I get it," she said, holding up her hands in defeat. She wasn't at all surprised that Angela didn't want to talk about sex in front of her. It was a subject Ellie had asked her about many times, and she always got the same reaction. Angela would turn a bright shade of red and tell her to ask Lyla. She headed out into the hallway and sat down there, leaning her head against the doorjamb so she could hear her pseudo-aunt and soon-to-be stepmother talking.

"So? Did he like your bombshell bra?" Lyla pushed, closing her eyes as Angela started brushing eyeshadow onto the lids.

"Mm-hmm," she answered, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Totally destroyed the panties though. Ripped 'em right off."

Lyla frowned. "God, I hate it when they do that."

Angela laughed, nodding in agreement. "And I've got these marks from his damn mustache all over. Do you get that with Ope?"

She nodded slowly. "The beard isn't the part that does it, it's the short hair. Put a little moisturizer on it and you should be good. You'll get used to it," Lyla advised with a small smile. "How are you liking all that hair? He looks so handsome, I hardly recognized him."

"He's always been handsome," Angela said softly, a small smile on her face. She knew what Lyla meant though. Juice's longer hair made him look less like an outlaw and more like a normal guy. "I like it, I guess. It's just not...him, you know? I love those tats. Open your eyes, let's do some mascara."

Lyla opened her eyes, grinning at her reflection. Angela had done her eyes just how she wanted them. "Can you put on falsies?"

"Really, Ly?" the undertaker groaned. She wasn't the biggest fan of false eyelashes mostly because they were a pain in the ass to put on and take off. "You're gonna wake up with eyelashes on the side of your face and scare the crap out of poor Ope."

She laughed, rolling her eyes. "Shut up," she said on a laugh. "It's my wedding."

"Okay, okay," she said heaving a sigh as she picked up the package of falsies.

"Did he do anything romantic for you? I mean, I know he didn't have much time to get his shit together, but did he grab you flowers or something?"

Angela shook her head as she dabbed some glue onto the fake eyelashes. "No flowers, but he did have a new tattoo of my name right over his heart."

Lyla's eyes widened. "Shut up. Did he really?"

"Well, it says Angel, but that's what he calls me so..."

"That's so sweet, Ang! Does that mean you'll be getting a crow sometime soon?"

She smiled softly as she shrugged a shoulder. "I dunno. Maybe," she answered. Truthfully, she thought she was ready for it especially now both Happy and Kozik were also SAMCRO. It took the pressure off the crow being just for Juice and the potential for it to be a huge mistake should anything happen in their relationship.

Lyla rolled her eyes at her friend. "Seriously, Angie? You're still doubting if he'll stick around. Guy's got a tattoo of your name on his chest. That's permanent. You're permanent. Hell, Ope doesn't have one of my name on him. He's got Donna though."

"Ope didn't spend a year in jail with you waitin' for him, either," Angela pointed out. "He's marryin' you though."

Lyla smiled softly as she nodded. "Yeah, he is," she murmured, looking down at the ring on her hand before glancing back up at Angela. "Is that what you want?"

"I don't know. Maybe," she repeated on a shrug. She tried her best not think that far ahead into the future. Thinking like that was sure to lead to disappointment. She checked her watch and grimaced. "Oh shit. I gotta go. I bet Juice I would be back in twenty minutes."

Lyla watched as Angela scrambled to pack all of her makeup before almost sprinting out of the bathroom. She almost tripped over Ellie who had her legs stretched out across the hall. "Jeez, El! How long have you been there?" she exclaimed looking down at the young girl.

"Not long," Ellie lied on a shrug. "I think it's sweet that Juice tattooed your name on him, and he really is handsome. I've always thought so."

She smiled at her, extending a hand to help the girl to her feet. "We have that in common," she said, heading through the living room.

Ellie followed after her. "Did he really rip your underwear off?"

Angela's eyes widened as a blush colored her cheeks as she went to open the door. "Uh...umm...I can't...I just have to go and I have to go so...I'm gonna go," she stammered nervously as she opened the door. She took a step out the door before thinking better of it and turning to the younger girl, one finger pointed in her direction. "Don't have sex until you're old. Really old. Like thirty."

"You're not thirty," Ellie pointed out from her place at the door.

"Yeah, that is very...accurate but...just don't," she said, feeling incredibly flustered as she unlocked her car. "And I'm just gonna go before this hole gets any freakin' deeper. Bye, El."

Ellie giggled and waved at her. "Bye Angie!"

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Angela rushed back into the house, slamming the door behind her and leaning back against it. She wondered if she'd somehow managed to make it on time. Sighing, she leant over to untie her shoes. "You're late," his voice came from the hallway.

She looked up to find Juice leaning against the hallway entrance clad only in his boxers, his arms crossed over his muscular chest. "Dammit," she muttered on a scowl as she straightened up. "I knew that would happen. Damn Ellie and her questions. I love her to death, but sometimes..."

Juice chuckled, watching her as she toed off her shoes and set down her makeup bag. "What was she askin' about?"

"Apparently, she overheard me and Ly talking and she wanted to know some choice things about my sex life that I am not about to share with a thirteen year old."

He unhitched himself from the wall, taking a few steps towards her. "You been spreadin' rumors about me?"

"Not rumors. Lyla asked how you liked my new panties, and I told her you must've liked 'em a lot because you ripped them right off," she said on a frown as she picked what was left of them off the arm of the couch. "I liked these ones too."

He laughed at the forlorn look on her face. "I'll get you another pair. Promise," he said, taking her hips in his hands and pulling her in closer. She slid her hands up his chest before draping her arms over his shoulders. "What'd El say about that?"

"Nothin'. Just wanted to know if it was true," she replied on a shrug, her fingers raking through his hair, nails dragging across his scalp. "She did say that she always thought you were very handsome."

Juice gave her one of his gorgeous smiles that was always accompanied by a stampede of butterflies through her stomach. "Is that so?" he asked, pretending to consider that option. He'd never touch Ellie, not with a ten foot pole. Cradle robbing was not his style.

"Don't even think about it, mister. You're mine," Angela said, one finger pointing at his chest as she made him step back towards the couch. "See? You got my name on ya and everything."

He took a seat on the couch arm, taking her hips in his hands and pulling her to stand between his legs. "I'm all yours, Angel," he said, his face serious as he looked up at her. "Always."

She smiled, brushing her the backs of fingers over the scruff on his cheeks before raking her nails through his hair. "Good," she said, pressing her lips to his.

Juice slid his arms around her waist, falling back onto the couch with her on top of him. She laughed as she fell into him, her hair falling in front of her face. He pushed it away and just looked at her for a brief moment. Her dark eyes were glittering as she beamed at him. "You're beautiful," he said softly. He still couldn't believe his luck. How did he manage to find a girl like her? One that would stay with him through kidnappings, trips overseas, fourteen months of jail, and then still smile at him like he was the best thing she'd ever seen.

"Thank you." Angela kissed him, giggling as his fingers slipped under her shirt, skimming over the warm skin of her hips. "We're going to be late," she reminded him, rolling off of him and getting to her feet. "And I still need a shower."

"Shower sounds good."

"Might take a little longer since you have all that hair now," she said holding out a hand to him. He took it easily and let her help him stand.

Slinging an arm around her shoulders, he led her towards their bathroom. "I'm sure those fingers of yours can work something out."

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Angela pulled her dress out of the closet, smiling to herself as she ran her hands over the lacey black fabric. She knew someone who was going to love this dress. Taking advantage of the fact Juice was still brushing his teeth in the bathroom, she slipped it on before opening up her makeup bag. They'd taken a little too long in the shower and were both getting ready as fast as they could.

"You're riding with me, right?" Juice asked as he put his toothbrush back. "Gemma said she wanted an aisle of...woah." He stopped in the bathroom doorway taking in the sight before him. Angela was leaning over the bureau as she put on some lipstick in a dress that hugged her in all the right places and a pair of high heeled ankle booties decked out with buckles and black rhinestone skulls.

"What?" she asked innocently. Her black-lined eyes gave her away though; she knew exactly what he'd been referring to. That lacy dress was going to be the death of him.

His hands settled on her hips, thumbs stroking over the fabric. He loved the feel of the soft lace against his calloused fingers. "You look hot," he breathed in her ear, smiling when he felt her shiver against him.

The corner of her lips turned up in a sexy smirk as her eyes met his in their reflection. "You don't look too bad yourself," she said turning around and draping her arms over his shoulders. Dressed in his cut, jeans, and a black dress shirt, Juice looked sexy as hell. "You're a regular Don Juan, Juan Carlos."

He grinned at her, dipping his head to catch her lips with his own, his hands sliding around to squeeze her ass. She pulled away, gently wiping her lipstick off his lips with her thumb before stepping away from him to get her clutch. He looked her up and down again, loving the view as she bent over to adjust a buckle on her shoe. The dress was short...very short. "How you gonna ride in that, Angel?"

"Very carefully," she said, winking at him as she pulled on a leather jacket. She knew it wasn't the smartest idea to ride on his bike without protection on her legs, but she trusted Juice's riding skills. He'd never laid down his bike with her on it yet, and she knew he'd be extra careful in this situation. "I might just have to press myself closer to you. Just to make sure I'm all covered. Unless of course you want me to meet you there with the Mazda."

Juice wrapped a possessive arm around her hips, pulling her into his side as they headed out the front door. "Nah, you're ridin' with me. Gotta let everyone know who you belong to. 'specially with that dress on."