Trigger warning! This chapter does address what happened to Gemma in season 2. Not in detail but it's mentioned!

Warning! There be smut below! 💋
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Angela smoothed Juice's cut out on the empty hospital bed. She'd taken all of her panties from all the pockets. To her surprise, he'd somehow managed to fit three of them in there. She'd slipped in the one she'd been wearing the day before, folding it flat and sliding it in so there were no lumps in the thick leather. She could hear the sound of the clippers she'd brought for him going off in the bathroom and smiled. Usually, she shave his head for him, but he'd wanted to do it at the hospital so as not to make a mess at their house. He'd said if she did it there, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself and there was a big chance they'd get kicked out, and he'd have a partially shaven head.

The front door opened, and Bobby strode in looking a little stressed. His eyes landed on the cut on the bed, and he sighed in relief. "We didn't know who had it," he said on a breath. "Usually goes to a brother, or in a saddlebag."

"Oh," she stated, remembering the way Juice had handed it to her before they went off. "He told me to hold on to it."

A strange look of almost respect took over Bobby's features as he nodded. "I see that."

She got a feeling there was a real significance in the action that she hadn't caught onto when Juice first handed it to her. Maybe one that he himself hadn't realized. He'd just known she'd take good care of it and trusted her. "Yep." She nodded awkwardly, twisting her ring around her finger. It was weird for Bobby to be there. The only time any of his brothers deigned to visit him was when they needed something. Juice was about to go home. What could they want now? Maybe there was a tradition she wasn't aware of. "What are you here for?"

"Taking him home. Back to his bike," he stated as if it was obvious. "Clay called a meet."

"Oh," she repeated on a frown. There went her sexy surprise for Juice. She'd bought all the ingredients to make him one hell of a dinner and a lingerie set that would have him drooling. It'd have to wait now. There was no way she'd be able to entice him to skip Church. She already knew that was a battle she wouldn't win.

Juice walked out of the bathroom dressed in the clothes she'd brought for him. His mowhawk was freshly shaven, and his smile was on in full force. God, he was handsome. He went straight for her, taking her face in his hands and laying a hot kiss on her lips. His hands slid into her hair, his tongue moving into her mouth. He tasted minty fresh, and she found that familiar fire starting to build within her. She set her hand on his chest, just over his heart, enjoying the quick beat of it beneath her palm.

Bobby cleared his throat, and Juice pulled away but not before giving her one more cute little peck leaving her wanting so much more. "Oh, hey Bobby," Juice greeted, moving around her as he grinned at his brother. "What's goin' on?" 

"We got church," Bobby answered with a little shrug. "Here to take you back to your other ride."

Angela wrinkled her nose at being called a 'ride'. It made her feel just a little dirty. Maybe because it wasn't really said in a joking tone like it would be if one of the members she knew better had said it. Juice's hand clenched for a brief moment, and she realized he'd noticed the disrespect too. They made quick eye contact, and she shook her head; it wasn't worth it to try to defend her. She wasn't even sure how he would go about it. "Angel's a lot more than a ride, Bobby," Juice stated, doing his best anyway.

"I know, I know, I'm only kiddin'. You can show her just how special she is after church," he said with a smirk. "C'mon, Little Rican. Let's go, or we're gonna be late."

Juice sighed, clearly just as upset as she was by having to leave her. "See you at dinner?"

Angela nodded, grabbing the cut off the bed and handing it to him. He shrugged it on, and she pulled on the front of it. "I'll be waiting," she said before standing on her toes to whisper in his ear. "Front left inner pocket. You're welcome."

She kissed his nose sweetly before giving him a wink and sauntering out of the room. She just caught the sound of Bobby's whistle and a comment about how lucky Juice was before she left. Shaking her head, she headed home deciding to start dinner early and make sure she greeted him at the door in the little set she'd bought just for his welcome home treat.

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Juice walked up to his front door feeling tired and weary. His heart ached after hearing what Gemma had gone through. The car accident she'd told them she'd been in the night of Bobby's party had been a lie. She'd been abducted by Zobelle and his crew. They'd brutalized her in every way. Violated her, and she'd kept it all inside to protect the club. To keep them from retaliation. He didn't know how she'd managed to keep it in. How a secret like that hadn't eaten her alive. And Zobelle's crew had done it right under their noses too. If Gemma wasn't safe in Charming, then Angela definitely wasn't. He'd felt selfish when his first thoughts after hearing everything had been about Angela. The idea that someone would hurt her like that tormented him. He would never be able to forgive himself.

He opened the door, knowing it was much later than he was expected. He'd had to go around gathering everyone's gun stashes to build up their numbers for protection. The next day, everyone was going to go to the clubhouse for a lockdown. He hadn't asked Angela for her gun stash. He knew she didn't have more than the one Happy had given her, and she'd never give that one up. It was a stunning personalized Glock with angel wings somehow etched into the grip with a black leather appendix or back carry holster that Kozik had given her that had a Dia de Los Muertos skull burned into it and her initials. It was always ready at hand, tucked away in her bedside drawer in its holster. She lovingly referred to it as Azrael, the name of the angel of Death. He would never ask her to give it to the club, even if it was needed. She needed it too.

The smell of freshly made food filled the house. A delicious mix of spices that made his mouth water. After hanging up his holster and cut and kicking off his boots, he headed towards the kitchen where Angela was standing at the oven using a wooden spoon to stir around something in a pan. She was wearing a black satin robe with blue trim, her dark hair down and wavy. There was a pair of slides on her feet, her dark blue painted toes sparkling a little in the light of the kitchen.

She turned to him, a coquettish smile on her face until their eyes met, and her smile disappeared, brows drawing together in worry. "Juice? What happened?" she asked, turning off the fire and crossing the room towards him. He enveloped her in his arms, holding her close as he buried his nose into her neck, inhaling her scent. She was alive and safe. That was all he could ask for. Her hand smoothed over his mohawk. "Baby, you're scaring me a little. What's going on?"

He pulled away, feeling tears at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't shake the feeling something bad was going to happen to her. His mind was reeling at the idea of Zobelle's men getting their hands on her. No, that wouldn't happen. He wouldn't allow it. He was going to protect her at all costs. "I am never going to let anything bad happen to you, Angel."

"I know, baby," she assured him, lifting a hand to set on his cheek. "What's going on? Did something happen?"

"Yeah," he croaked as he pulled her towards the couch, sitting down and waiting until she sat beside him.

She sat down, folding her legs underneath her and angling to face him. Her hand reached for his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Talk to me, Ortiz."

"You know that night when Gemma got into that car accident?" he asked, playing with her fingers. At her nod, he continued. "Wasn't a car accident. She was abducted by Zobelle's men. They...they...beat a-a-and raped her. "

Angela's sharp gasp and the fear flooding into her dark eyes was like a dagger to the heart. "What?"

He looked down at their hands, entwined together. Her tan skin almost the same color if not a little darker than his. He loved that they complemented each other so well. Hated that the color was enough to put her in danger of these racist assholes. "She didn't tell anyone. Scared about how we'd retaliate, I think. Was trying to keep us safe," he explained, rubbing his thumb over the skull with wings ring on her finger. The one she'd worn for as long as he'd known her.

"But now?"

"Now we retaliate," he stated, meeting her gaze. "Make sure no one else gets hurt."

Angela nodded, fear in her dark eyes. "When is this happening?

"Tomorrow," he rasped; he didn't know how to approach the lockdown. He knew she wasn't going to like it. That she wouldn't want to go, but there was no way in hell he was leaving her alone and unprotected. "We all go into lockdown tomorrow."

He'd expected some kind of push back from Angela. Expected her to get angry and to tell him off, but she just nodded instead. "Okay. Let me finish the laundry, and I'll pack our bags."

"You're...you're not gonna fight me on it?"

Angela's face softened as she straddled his lap. Her soft hands trailed over his cheeks as she shook her head. "Retaliation is dangerous a-and scary. What they did to Gemma...there's a reason to stay inside, protected. I get that. I appreciate you telling me why instead of just telling me I had to go. Means a lot that you let me in. Just want you to be honest with me."

"Thank you." Juice sighed in relief. Leaning his head forward so that his forehead touched her sternum. He nuzzled his face between her breasts, smiling as laughter rumbled through her chest. He could smell the perfume that lingered there, a warmer scent with a hint of something spicy. Sexy. Turning his face, he gently sucked the skin of one of her breasts into his mouth, nipping at it gently before he tilted his head back. He drank her in, smoothing his hands over her torso, enjoy the soft feel of the silk robe. He lifted a hand to open up the neck of it a bit. The bra she had on was practically see through made of a cobalt blue lace with some pretty flowery design. The look alone had his mouth going dry, all of his blood rushing to one part of his body. "Holy shit, Angel."

"Wanted to welcome you home," she said, shrugging a little, the robe sliding off her shoulder.

"God, I love you," he murmured, tugging on the robe's tie and watching as it slowly fell off her shoulders. Her hands moved to the side of his face as she leaned in to fuse their lips together, her teeth sinking playfully into his lower lip. She slid her hands underneath his shirt, tugging at it until he pulled it over his shoulders.

He tossed it somewhere over her shoulder, enjoying the feel of her hands as they moved over his skin. He slipped his fingers between her legs to touch her, surprised when he found the lace parted allowing his fingers to touch her wet heat. Crotch-less panties. "Jesus Christ, Angel," he panted, tilting his head back to look up at her. Tangling his free hand into her hair, he brought her mouth to his again as he continued to tease her, swallowing her soft moan.

She moved her hand next to his, rubbing at his hard length through his pants making him surge up against her. His fingers delving deeper inside of her as he did so, making her gasp in response, but she didn't stop touching him, her lips moving over his neck, teeth just barely scraping his skin. Between being in jail and being in the hospital, it'd been over a week since they'd been together, and he was desperate for her, aching for her. If she kept teasing him like she was, he was going to come in his damn pants. "Angel...please..."

Angela nodded, quickly, her eyes dark with lust as she lifted her hips. They went for his belt buckle at the same time, their hands a tangled mess for a second. Both of them leaned forward at the same time to see what was happened, their heads bumping against each other. She giggled in response, giving up and climbing off of him, so he could pull his pants all the way down, releasing himself from the confines of his briefs. She climbed back over him, capturing his mouth with hers as she parted herself and the panties and slowly sunk down onto him. He moved away from the kiss to look down at where they were joined, almost finishing right then at the sight of her panties parted down the middle around him. He gripped her hips as she started to move, rocking her hips in a rhythm that was driving him insane. Her hands settled on the back of the couch, leaning forward so her breast were in his face as she rode him. He palmed one breast, pulling down the lace of the bra before taking one peaked nipple into his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers. Her sharp inhale told him he was doing something right, and he bucked his hips up into her.

"Juice!" she cried out, her head falling back slightly. With a grin, he wrapped his arms around her, slamming himself up into her and holding her there while he moved them so she was on her back, one leg over the back of the couch, the other around his hip. He pulled out almost all the way before snapping his hips forward burying himself all the way inside her. Her back arched off the couch "Ah! Asi! Don't stop, baby! Asi!" (Like that!)

He smirked; he loved when she was so deep into what they were doing, she reverted to Spanish.  He buried his face into her neck, feeling her starting to tighten around him as he drove into her, hard and fast feeling on the edge of his own release. He moved a hand between them, rubbing at her clit through the lace of her panties to make sure she was there with him. Her hand clutched at his back, nails digging into his skin as she came, her body bowing up into his. His own release hit him at the sharp bite of her nails on his skin. He pulled out of her, letting himself go all over the front of her pretty panties.

It was something he'd never done before, and he definitely should've asked, but it'd been some sort of weird instinct the damn panties had brought out in him. The sight of himself on her panties and stomach was strangely satisfying as if it was some sort of claim on her. She belonged to him just as much as he belonged to her. He held his breath as he glanced up at her nervous to see her reaction. Her cheeks were flushed, hair a mess, bra askew because he hadn't actually taken it off of her. There was a little smile on her face as she struggled to catch her breath. She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head at him. "You liked the panties then?" she asked, looking down and wrinkling her nose just slightly at the mess.

"Hell yeah," he breathed, leaning forward to catch her lips in a quick kiss. "You good?"

"Fantastic," she answered with a little nod. "Just need like...a tissue."

"I got you, baby," he murmured, relaxing a bit. He was glad she wasn't mad at him. He knew some women found it degrading, but he hadn't meant that at all. He reached over her to grab a tissue from the box on the side table. He carefully cleaned her up, tossing the tissue on the coffee table when he was done. He was still kneeling on the couch between her legs and wasn't sure what else to do, what else to say. He scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly. "Sorry 'bout...that. Shoulda asked. Didn't mean it as like...degrading or anything."

Angela smirked, sitting up and framing his face with her hands. She smacked a kiss to his lips. "You're thinking too hard, goof. You've never degraded me in my life, so that didn't feel that way. It'd be different if you treated me like shit and then did it. You got nothing to be sorry for. Just maybe let's not make it a regular thing. Especially if you want to keep stealing my panties because these are getting washed like now," she stated, going to stand. He smirked when he realized she had to steady herself a bit once she got to her feet.

"Fair enough. Need some help?" he asked, unable to stop the proud grin from spreading across his face.

"Kinda," she said on a laugh. He was up in seconds, sweeping her into his arms in a princess carry. Her arms went around his neck, clinging to him. "Where we goin', Ortiz?"

"Shower," he told her, carrying her towards their bedroom. "Gonna clean you up real good, Angel."

Angela sighed happily, leaning up to catch his lips in a sweet kiss. "Love you. So glad you're home."

The warmth in her tone had him grinning like a fool. He'd never get over how good it felt to hear her say she loved him. She was his everything. He didn't know what he'd do if something happened to her. If he lost her. He'd lose himself. "Love you too, beautiful."

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Still a little unsure about the smut writing, but I'm doin' my best :)

Let me know what you think!!

~Love Ink