Description: Happy and Juice team up against their old lady and make her watch and horror movie on date night.

I screamed and jumped as the guys laughed at me. Happy had been insistent on watching this damn horror movie for date night and Juice agreed with him which meant I was out voted.

"Fuck you," I muttered as I tried not to cry. I don't like scary movies, especially not ones with jump scares.

"Wouldn't you like to," Juice said. I glared at him a little as I cuddled into Happy's chest some more. Juice was leaning into his side and he had his hand on my thigh under my blanket. I was sitting in Happy's lap, a recent transition due to my terror.

"Sounds better than this shit," I said.

"Come here," Happy said, wrapping his arms around me.

"Want me to turn it off?" He asked lowly.

"No, you guys are enjoying it," I said. He kissed my head while I had my face buried in his chest. There was a scream from the television and the two guys started laughing at whatever happened.

"My two favorite psychopaths," I said.

"What would you do without us?" Juice asked.

"Still be a depressed and horny goody two shoes," Happy said.

"Hey," I said acting like he offended me.

"I'll have you know that I was only one of those things and it wasn't depressed or horny," I said. I'll admit I'm a bit of a goody two shoes most the time. I'm never late and always following every rule. That's why it comes as such a shock to people the first time they see me get off the back of a motorcycle and take my place between the two loves of my life. Each of them takes one of my hands or has his arm around me in some fashion.

"You're always horny babe," Juice said. I kicked him gently and he faked pain.

"He isn't wrong," Happy said.

"Can't help it that the second one of you horndogs decide you wanna have sex you do everything in your power to turn me on," I said. Happy's hand moved up and down my ribs as Juices continued to trace soft patterns on the crow tattoo on my upper thigh.

That had been a whole trip to figure out. I smiled at the memories of all the hours we had to spend as a group trying to fit two crow tattoos into one. Luckily Happy is an amazing artist and came up with the perfect design. Two crows in flight, one carrying a rose and one a scythe. The tattoo was a bitch to get done but I was so happy to have them both mine in an official capacity that I didn't care.

"Oh so it's our fault?" Juice asked.

"Yes," I said as our dog came trotting into the living room.

"Killer attack Juicey for me," I said. The dog looked at us all in annoyance before he went to lay down.

"I thought you bought him as an attack dog," I said.

"Guard dog," Happy clarified. "And Juice kinda lives here too."

"Damn," I said.

"Baby," Juice said. He looked a little sad.

"I love you," I said.

"Love you too," he said but he was still sad. I moved to sit on his lap and he smiled softly.

"You okay?" I asked, straddling his lap as his arms moved around my waist.

"Perfect," he said, kissing my lips quickly as the movie ended.

"That's my horror movie quota for a couple months," I said.

"Or a couple weeks til we decide to team up on ya again," Juice said.

"Team up on me?" I asked looking between the two.

"Makes us feel important when you crawl up into our laps because you're scared," Juice said.

"And we get to protect you," Happy said.

"Assholes," I mumbled.

"What was that little girl?" Happy asked.

"I called you assholes. If you wanted me to sit in your lap all you had to do was ask," I said.

"Yeah but it's not the same if you're not terrified," Juice said. I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek.

"Well now who's staying up with me all night when I can't sleep?" I asked.

"We have a cure for that," Juice said. He pulled me closer to his body and kissed me deeply.

"I can live with this cure if we go to the bedroom."

They both chuckled a little but followed me down the hall to our king size bed.