Spark in the Dark

Chapter 11

The party was in full swing. Everywhere Shawn looked there were half naked girls. Porn stars were mixed in with the usual sweetbutts and they were all fighting to get a piece of one of the guys for the night. Some were on stripper poles while others flirted with club members.

Shawn had been sitting at the bar, talking with Gemma for most of the party and was starting to feel like she may have had too much to drink. She excused herself to Gemma and stood from her seat. The alcohol had a stronger effect as soon as she was on her feet. She made her way through the crowd and then climbed the ladder to the roof of the building. A little fresh air would help her feel better. Shawn sat down and pulled her legs to her chest so she could set her chin on her knees. This had been one of her favorite places to be when she was younger, but she hadn't been up here for a couple years.

The door to the roof opened again and Shawn saw the mohawk and head tattoos that now clearly identified Juice. He looked up and saw her.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were up here," Juice apologized.

"It's fine. Just needed some air. You can sit if you want." Shawn lowered her legs and Juice sat next to her. "I see you're not stuck behind a bar tonight."

"No. They put a couple of the girls back there."

"That's kinda why I'm up here. They know how to make mixed drinks, but they might make them too stong."

Juice nodded. "You come up here often?"

"I haven't for a long time. We used to come up here all the time when we we were teens."

"This where you guys got into trouble?" Juice asked with a smile.

"Not at first, but eventually..." Shawn nodded and Juice's smile grew. "I had my first kiss up here."

"Who was it?" Juice asked her. Shawn shook her head. She wasn't sure why she even told him that. She figured the alcohol had something to do with it. "You're not going to tell me?"

"Nope."

Juice narrowed his eyes and looked at her. He was still smiling when he asked, "Jax or Opie?"

Shawn sighed and bit her lip. "There were a bunch of us up here one night. We were all around 13, maybe? Jax suggested we should play spin the bottle with this empty coke bottle he had. I think he was trying to kiss this one girl in our class that he had a huge crush on, but... He got me instead." Juice stopped smiling and looked down. "What's wrong? You jealous of Jackson Teller?"

"Yea, I am," Juice said. He had also had a lot to drink. The alcohol was making him brave. He looked back up at her. "A lot, actually."

Shawn's breath caught in her throat and she glanced away from his eyes, down to his lips. When she looked back to his eyes, she saw that he had done the same thing. Juice leaned towards her just a touch, letting her decide what she wanted to do. Shawn copied his movement, so now they were only a couple inches away from each other. Juice angled his face down towards hers and Shawn reached up for his.

They lingered there for a moment, not touching. Shawn then closed her eyes and moved slowly to close the distance between them. Juice did the same. Their lips met, but only for a second or two. They pulled apart and looked at one another for a moment. Then Juice cupped her face as she grabbed the front of his cut and they dove in for another kiss.

Juice's tongue brushed over Shawn's lips, asking for entrance. Shawn parted her lips to allow him in. A chill ran down her spine as his tongue glided over her's, causing her grip on his cut to tighten as she pulled him closer. Juice hooked his other arm around her to hold her to him. A soft moan escaped Shawn's throat, driving Juice wild.

He pulled away just long enough to pull her on top of him and she went willingly. Shawn straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck as she brought her lips back to his. He let his hands travel up the tops of her thighs, over her hips, and gently slipped his finger tips under the hem of her shirt so he could feel the soft skin of her back. When she didn't stop him, he raised his hands higher. Her shirt began to lift with his hands.

"Shawn! You up there?" Tig's voice called loudly to her. They broke apart instantly and Shawn jumped off his lap to resume her seat next to him. She covered her mouth with her hand and tried to regain her composure. Juice raised up to adjust his pants. "Shawn!"

Shawn stood and walked to the edge of the building and leaned over a bit so she could see her father down in the parking lot. From his spot, there was no way he could have seen her and Juice. "Yea? What's up?"

"Come down here! I'm about to fight Happy in the ring and need my good luck charm watching!"

"Alright," Shawn called down to him and then turned to Juice. "I have to go."

Juice nodded. "Yea, I should get back to the party, too."

Shawn climbed down the ladder first and walked back into the bar area of the clubhouse. Looking around, it seemed like no one had noticed her absence. She chanced a glance behind her to see Juice had come down. Shawn hoped no one noticed him come down the ladder after her. She hurried outside where her father was waiting for her.