Pixie awoke feeling the sunshine hitting her face through the blinds and slowly came to the realisation that there was someone in her bed due to the soft, even breathing she could hear as she came back to consciousness. She recalled the events of last night and a smile spread across Pixie's face as she remembered how Chibs and Juice had looked out for her and helped to support her in her time of need. Juice had stayed over and Pixie realised she now had a new best friend and brother, something she thought would never happen again after the massacre. She rolled over to see Juice laying on his side, completely unconscious and breathing heavily. When his face was relaxed like this, Pixie thought he looked a lot younger than he was, he had a babyface for sure, despite him being twenty-six. He had the tan complexion to suggest he was of Latino descent and had more of an oval face with a pointed chin, a thin upper lip and a slightly fuller lower one that always seems to be slightly curled up into a smile. He had long black eyelashes too, that matched what little hair he had on his head. Pixie thought Juice was very sweet looking, but had obviously tried to toughen himself up with the strong muscles, graphic tattoos and shaved head, but she could see the vulnerability there too, and vowed to herself to always be there for Juice so he didn't have to deal with that alone. Pixie checked the Harley clock on the wall opposite the bed and knew it was time the both of them needed to get up before the others arrived as she had prospect duties to attend to and Juice needed to be ready for action. Pixie felt mischievous and slowly reached forwards with her right index finger and booped Juice's nose. Juice, who had been sleeping peacefully up to this point, gave a snort of confusion and his light brown eyes opened blearily before they focused on Pixie's cheeky face. Once he realised what was going on, he grinned widely and stretched under the covers.
"Did you just boop me?" Juice asked, eyes narrowing playfully as he returned the boop to the tip of Pixie's nose, happy to hear the funny little giggle that came from Pixie as a result.
"Yeah." Pixie grinned, grabbing Juice's hand away from her face and playing with his fingers. " We need to get up, the others will be arriving shortly, and you need to get ready in case shit's hitting the fan earlier than expected." She warned, though from the way Pixie sounded, Juice suspected she'd be more than happy staying under the covers with him where it was safe and calm. He felt sorry for how much mental stress Pixie must have experienced only to have to continue to get up every morning and face the world.
"Yeah. I guess. But this bed's so warm and cosy, and it's safe in here." Juice replied, voicing how he knew Pixie was feeling so she knew he understood her, pulling the covers over both of their heads, so they had a little den and rolling onto his back, putting his knees up so they had more room and made a tent.
"True, but if we decided to stay put, the others will just knock the door down and drag us out." Pixie joked, though she was really enjoying hanging out in the little den Juice had made for them, she liked seeing Juice so relaxed too.
"Ugh. Yeah." Juice said with a deep sigh, causing Pixie to giggle again.
"Thanks for last night and for being here for me, it means everything. Pixie smiled and sat up, pulling the covers back down reluctantly. She then reached for her leg, putting it on and then getting up to stretch whilst Juice lay down for a moment longer before he hauled himself to his feet and grunted, rolling his shoulders and doing a few punches to the air to ease his muscles.
"Did you sleep well?" Juice asked, looking up at her once he was done, Pixie certainly looked a lot more relaxed and at ease, and that pleased Juice a lot, making him feel like he'd done a good job.
Pixie smiled, touched at Juice was concerned about her. "I didn't have any nightmares that I can remember, and today was the first day in weeks I woke up with a smile on my face." She confessed, feeling like she could be honest with Juice.
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Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy
ActionMeggie "Pixie" Barcroft is the first-ever Daughter of Anarchy. When her small charter in England is taken down by the IRA, twenty-two-year-old Pixie must flee to Charming to escape the IRA's radar and make a new life for herself. Follow her journey...