This one's a short one because I had to cut it in half! But that just means the next one will be up sooner! :)
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Angela sat with Juice at the picnic tables in front of the SAMCRO clubhouse. He'd enticed her to meet him there for lunch with the promise of a fresh deli sandwich he'd picked up just for her. Really, it was just an excuse for them to spend time together. She had a feeling he was buttering her up to tell her some bad news, and she was waiting for him to drop the bomb. He looked particularly sexy in his TM work shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hands were pristinely clean, but she could see streaks of grease on his arms. She had a feeling he'd taken great pains to wash his hands clean of any grease, even going so far to scrape underneath his fingernails. He was obsessed with having clean hands before eating. He took a long pull of his beer before clearing his throat. "So...I gotta head up to Indian Hills tonight on a run," he said, already grimacing.

She sighed; she'd seen that one coming a mile away. "Where's that?"

"Nevada," he muttered guiltily. "Me and Tig are driving up some...items."

Angela frowned in response; so it was going to be a long trip. She grabbed a Sweet Maui Onion chip from the lilac bag on the table, trying not to be annoyed with him. "Lovely. How long will you be there?"

"Few days," he answered, cringing as he said it. He must've caught her disappointment because he immediately followed his answer with an apology. "I'm sorry, Angel."

She fought the urge to roll her eyes; he was starting to sound like a broken record with all of his 'sorry's'. They weren't necessary. She'd known what she was getting into when they got together. All of his 'sorry's' just made it seem like he'd done something wrong when really it was just the club that was fucking up their time together. It was out of his control for the most part. " 's fine. I got Lino's wedding this weekend anyway."

Juice ran a hand over his face. "Shit, that's this weekend?"

"Yeah. My dress just came in actually," she said already knowing the cut and style would drive him wild. "If you're lucky, I'll try it on for you."

His eyes lit up at offer, a huge smile spreading across her face. "Oh yeah?"

"Uh-huh, just have to come home early enough," she said, leaning teasingly over the table. She knew it gave him a good view of her cleavage, and he unabashedly looked his fill.

He bit his lip, shaking his head at her. "Killin' me smalls," he muttered on a smirk. She winked at him, leaning back and taking a bite of her sandwich. It was a perfectly made turkey sandwich with the sourdough bread still fresh and crunchy and some avocado. He smiled proudly as she did a little dance in her seat at how good it tasted. "That what you wanted?"

With her mouth full of sandwich she nodded emphatically, loving how proud he was that he got her order right without asking. She swallowed her bite, leaning over to kiss him quickly. "Thanks, baby," she replied just as Tara pulled in with her Cutlass.

Jax ambled over to the doctor with his usual swagger. It was cute the way they flirted with each other, Angela thought as she watched them, slightly amused. Gemma drove in with her Cadillac, honking her horn and interrupting their flirtation. "Oof. That can't be good," she commented to Juice.

Juice chuckled, watching the exchange with slight interest. "Least she's not focusing on you," he pointed out. They both watched as Jax dipped his head into his mom's car to kiss her before turning and kissing Tara on the cheek, his hand lingering on the doctor's hip in a surprisingly intimate kind of way.

"That's new," Angela replied, eyebrows raised, her eyes on Jax as he walked away from Tara and towards his bike leaving Tara with Gemma. Without a word, the doctor walked towards the garage bays to meet with Lloyd, ignoring the older woman. Angela couldn't help but smirk at the action knowing it had to annoy Gemma. She leaned towards Juice again. "Looks like he's making some headway with her. Jax going on your run too?"

"Yeah, he's heading there now. Me 'n' Tig are heading up later," he explained, though he didn't look quite as interested in the budding relationship between Jax and Tara as she was. In fact, he was clearly more interested in her cleavage, and she had a feeling he was trying to remember what color bra she was wearing.

She smirked, sitting back just a little, much to his displeasure. "It's not a fancy one. Just grey. Went for comfort today," she told him.

"I know. Little white polka dots. I like that one," he said with a shrug and a smirk of his own. She had yet to find a color or style of panties or bras that Juice didn't like. "Speaking of panties, we got that Taste of Charming this weekend too."

Angela smiled, memories of the last Taste of Charming passing through her head; it was the first time they went public with their relationship, the first time they made love. She knew he still had those panties tucked away somewhere. She had yet to find them. "Yeah on Sunday. Wedding's on Friday since the venue was cheaper."

He nodded in response, the smile on his face slipping just a little when she talked about the wedding. She knew his mind had probably ping-ponged to something else, and she had a feeling exactly where it went to. Still, nudged his leg under the table with her booted foot and asked, "What's goin' on between those two tats?"

The corner of his mouth lifted a little in the ghost of a smile. "Worried about that weddin'. The asshole bein' there 'n' all."

She tilted her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at him. A bit of anger rose up in her at the idea he was worried she'd cheat on him with Esai of all people. She beat back the anger, willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Worried how?"

"Not about the two of you gettin' back together," he clarified quickly, and she relaxed a bit. She didn't know why she'd ever thought he was going there. He messed with the bottle cap of his beer, clearly trying to pick his words carefully. " 'm worried about your safety. He did some messed up shit to get you back, Angel. Hopin' he doesn't try anythin' there where you're not protected."

She knew he wasn't quite aware of how much Marcus cared about her, of how he would protect her from his own son. "I'll be well protected, promise. E won't even get near me."

"Everyone's gonna be drunk and partyin'. You don't think he'll try something?"

"He can try, but he won't succeed," she pointed out, picking up a piece of avocado that had slipped out of her sandwich and popping it into her mouth. "I'll deck him."

Juice snorted at that, shaking his head at her. "Oh yeah?"

"Uh-huh. Just a one two punch to the face," she stated, mimicking a punching moment which made him snicker. "Give me one of your rings, I'll mess up his face."

To her surprise, he pulled off one of his gold rings, a big reaper head with a scythe, and offered it to her with a little smile. "Here."

She raised an eyebrow, taking it from him with a curious look. "I was kidding," she said, sliding it onto one of her fingers. It was far too big for her, and she found herself twirling it around her finger. It was still loose on her thumb, though she could probably pull off wearing it if she didn't move her hands too much. She handed it back to him, wondering if he'd been serious or if it was him leaning into the joke. "Too big."

"So wear it on a necklace," he suggested on a shrug.

She smirked; not a joke then. She knew what he was angling at making her wear a large Reaper to a Mayan event. A silent but very obvious claim especially if it was hanging around her neck. "Guess I don't have time to tattoo your name across my chest."

His eyes dropped down to her cleavage again, a huge grin across his face.  "Nope."

"And how do I get to mark you, Ortiz?"

Juice's smile faded slightly as his eyes grew dark. "Think you can figure out a way."

Angela winked at him and nodded, checking her watch with a sigh. "Later. I gotta go now. Got a meeting with a client in a few," she stated on a frown. It always felt like their lunches together were too short. She gave him back the ring. "Keep this safe for now. I'll find a way to wear it at home. Don't want to lose it."

He slid the ring back on with a nod. "You don't have to wear it," he said, looking just a tad insecure.

"I want to," she insisted with a little smile. She got up from the table, leaning over to catch his lips in a quick kiss. "Thanks for the sandwich, baby. I'll see you later."

He stood, grabbing her garbage and crumpling it all up into a little ball. He threw it away before following after her. "Y'know your cousin's comin' to town too for a toy run. He'll be in Nevada with us."

Angela couldn't help but grin; she hadn't seen Happy in months. He and Kozik had transferred over to the Tacoma charter to help recruit and boost numbers. A part of her was glad they were gone; it made being at the clubhouse with Juice infinitely easier considering she didn't have to worry about them wanting give Juice a beat down every time he touched her. She kind of liked the idea of him being in Nevada when Juice went on the run. As much as she trusted Juice, she didn't trust the sweetbutts especially the ones she didn't know up there. Happy would keep an eye on it and make sure Juice was left alone. "My aunt's going to be thrilled."

"Yeah," he said around a chuckle as he walked her to her car. He opened the door for her, propping his elbow against it. "You think your aunt will do a big dinner when we get back?"

"Probably," she answered, aware he was trying to delay her leaving. It was endearing and just a touch annoying that he was trying to get her to stay. She honestly didn't want to leave either, but she really did have a meeting at the funeral home, and she couldn't be late. "I gotta go, baby."

"I know," he said on a heavy sigh. His hand moved to her hip, finger looping through a belt loop on her slacks as if to keep her anchored there. He was staring at her with his big puppy dog eyes, almost pouting. "Wish you could stay. Feel like I don't see you enough."

She laughed, tracing her fingers over his name stitched into the TM work shirt. "And who's fault is that?" she teased, smirking up at him.

"Yours, right now," he shot back. She wasn't amused, and she had a feeling it was written all over her face because he grimaced. "Sorry, sorry. I know, I know. It's me. Go do your work."

Angela caught his lips in another kiss. "See you at home," she said getting into the seat. He closed the door for her, waiting for her to roll the window down before leaning in, his arms folded over the open window pane. "Love you."

His responding smile was at full wattage making her thankful she was sitting down because her knees would've gone to mush if she was still standing. He dipped his head into the cabin of the car to kiss her cheek. "Love you too, beautiful. I'll see you later."

He tapped his knuckles on the top of the car before stepping away, walking backwards so his eyes stayed on her the whole time. She blew him a kiss as she drove away, smiling when he winked at her. She drove away with a squeal of her tires, knowing he was probably laughing in her wake.

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Just a little fluffy.
Next chapter coming soon!
Had a hell of a week including hydroplaning and spinning out on the highway a few days ago so any love you throw my way would be amazing!!
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