Harley Delaney

Juice

The next few weeks flew by. Juice had been staying in my room, after everyone had fallen asleep. I felt a little guilty for letting him be the one to stay with me instead of asking Opie, he'd even offered a few times and I'd always tell him no. And say I was fine.

I hated lying to him.

But, I couldn't deal with Opie drama. Though my ribs were healing nicely, I was still a mess. I jumped at every noise. I'm not even sure why. I knew nothing was gonna happen. I knew I'd probably never see that guy again. But, it was the 'what if' that haunted me.

Juice was easy to talk to. He was very kind and, made me laugh when I didn't even remember how. I felt safe.

It was late at night, the sky filled with stars. My house was silent, the guys sleeping in the living room, or guest room. Except for Juice. I kept looking at the door and waiting for him to open it. I realize how dumb that was. Like a highschool girl sneaking in her boyfriend. But I couldn't help it. I enjoyed his presence. It was warm and comforting.

I heard a knock on my door, and a smile formed on my face.

"Come in."

The door opened, and I saw Juice standing there, a smile on his face as he walked in.

He shut the door behind him, and laid next to me. He rested his hands on his abdomen, and turned his face to look at me.

"Hey."

He smiled, not knowing what else to say. I chuckled. "Hey Juice. You know you can cover yourself up, right?"

I'd remind him of that every time he stayed. I guess he felt like he was overstepping his boundaries. Even if I told him he could before, he wanted to be reminded of it each time he stayed.

He smiled, and pulled the covers down, and pulled them over his body.

"Thank you." He replied. I smiled softly. "You know, you don't have to keep asking right? I've already told you it's okay." He shrugged, as he rested his hands over the covers, and laced them together.

"I know. It's just. Isn't this a little weird? I've been sleeping in your bed every night this week. Plus, I don't know if you know this, but you cuddle in your sleep." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Juice, I don't cuddle in my sleep."

He furrowed his brows, and tossed his arms out. He had a confused expression plastered on his face.

"Harley yes you do, I've seen-"

I cut him off by placing a hand on his chest. "Juice. I don't cuddle in my sleep." I smirked. It took him a second to realize what I meant. Then a goofy ear to ear grin spread across his face, as he started to blush.

"Oh.." He smirked as he bit his lip. I couldn't help but chuckle. "I can stop if you want me to." He shook his head, and shrugged. "No, you don't have to do that. I'd just like to be included you know." I breathed a laugh, and grabbed his hand, I draped his arm around me, and laid my head on his chest. I laced my fingers with his, and rested my hand on his stomach.

"Like this?"

He smiled, as he rubbed his thumb across my hand. "Yeah, just like this." I closed my eyes, as I breathed in his scent. He smelled like leather, gunpowder, and cologne. It was nice, I couldn't get enough of it.

He let out a sigh.

"Harley?"

"Hmm?" I answered, as I looked up at him, our faces inches apart. He looked like he was gonna say something important. But, he just shook his head and smiled softly. "..Goodnight." Was the only thing he said, before kissing my forehead.

It should've stopped there, but for some reason we couldn't seem to look away from each other. He smiled, before kissing me softly. I kissed him back, and it only grew more passionately. He cupped my face, as I pulled him on top of me.

I undid his belt, and he pulled away for a second to shed his pants to the floor, and then he pulled his shirt over his head, and threw it across the room. He went to lift my shirt off, and I let out a groan of pain, because he'd touched my bruises.

His face dropped, and he moved off me.

"We..we can't do this. You're hurt. This'll only make it worse." He sighed. I shook my head. "Juice, I'm fine. I know what I can handle." I assured him. He put his hand on my waist. "But, I don't wanna hurt you."

I sighed, and pulled him up, to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I stood in front of him, and undressed myself so that he wouldn't have to. His eyes widened, and he smiled ear to ear.

"Better?" I teased. He nodded. "Yes..better." I smiled, and crashed my lips into his, he placed a hand on my back, and gently laid me on my back, before going back to the position he'd been in before.

He continued to kiss me, and smiled into the kiss before pulling away for air. "You sure about this?" He asked in between breaths. I chuckled. "If you stop what you're doing one more time, I'm gonna get Tig to get the job done." He rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Understood."

He continued to kiss my lips, and then he traveled down my neck, and then he kissed my bruises, and things only progressed from there.

I just hope we didn't wake anyone.