Spark in the Dark

Shawn walked outside and took a seat on a picnic table next to Opie. Tig and Happy were already in the ring and, by the looks of it, had landed a few hits on each other already. Shawn absentmindedly chewed on her thumbnail while watching the fight. She wasn't really paying attention to what was going on around her. She was too busy thinking about Juice.

She had really kissed Juice. Actually, it was more like she made out with him. And she liked it more than she would have imagined. All she could think about was how to do it again.

Tig threw a hard right hook that connected with Happy's jaw, causing Shawn to wince. If Tig found out about their kiss, that would be what happened to Juice's jaw.

"Since when do you get so nervous for these things?" Opie asked after seeing her biting her thumb. Shawn took her thumb away from her mouth and shook her head.

"I'm not nervous," Shawn lied, then yelled, "Kick his ass!"

Jax sat down next to Shawn and handed her and Opie each a plastic cup. Shawn eyed it suspiciously.

"Tequila?" Shawn asked.

"We're going to drink everytime one of them lands a good punch," Jax explained.

"Pace yourself," Opie jokingly warned her.

One of Happy's swings landed and Tig staggered a few steps. All three of the spectators on the picnic table winced.

"Ooooh," they said in unison and took a sip. They continued watching the fight and drinking until Bobby finally climbed into the ring and broke it up. Tig and Happy hugged it out. Jax took his last mouthful of tequila. Then he noticed Shawn still had about half her tequila left.

"What the hell?" Jax asked her.

"Ope told me to pace myself," she explained.

"I didn't mean that much," Opie argued.

"You better drink that," Jax told her.

"I have to drive myself home tonight! And I'm already buzzed," Shawn reasoned.

"Just stay here. No one will care," Opie said.

"Where? On the pool table like some Cro eater?"

"Stay in my room or kick Juice out of his," Jax told her.

"Juice lives in the dorms?" Shawn asked, mostly to herself, as an idea played in her mind.

"Yea, in the last room down the hall," Jax said, unaware of her thoughts. "He won't care. Probably used to it by now."

Shawn downed her tequila and Jax patted her on the back. She walked back inside and sat on a stool at the bar. The party was winding down at this point and Shawn took a look around. Juice was across the room with Chibs. She looked away before anyone noticed her staring. After a little while, Chibs's attention was stolen away by a sweetbutt.

Juice looked around and saw Shawn sitting at the bar, sipping on a beer. He thought about going to talk to her, but he couldn't think of what to say. All he wanted to do was sink his teeth into her lips. Talking to her didn't seem like enough after what had happened on the roof. He walked away from Chibs and down the hall to his room. He didn't want to test his self control anymore.

Shawn saw him going down the hall and got off her stool. She went outside after saying good bye to a few people and walked towards her car. She was almost there when she stopped and turned to look around. Mostly everyone was around the corner of the building and the few people she could see weren't paying any attention to her. She was second guessing herself. She thought about just getting in her car and driving home.

Shawn took a deep, shaky breath and went to the back door of the clubhouse. Opening it, she looked down the hall and could see no one. If Jax was right, Juice was staying in the room directly on her left. She stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind her. Shawn stood in front of the door, her heart pounding in her chest, and raised her hand to knock. If there was a response to her knock, she couldn't hear it over the loud music coming from the bar. After a moment, she thought about leaving, but before she could, the door opened.

Juice looked at Shawn in surprise. She looked nervous. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He stepped out of the room and looked down the hall.

"No one saw me," Shawn said quietly.

Juice looked at her for a moment, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his room. He closed the door and grabbed her by the hips to back her up against it. Shawn wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. She sighed as their lips met. They kissed for a few seconds before Juice's mouth traveled down to her neck. Shawn lowered her hands to his cut and pushed it off his shoulders.

"You're not too drunk for this?" Juice asked. Shawn shook her head.

"I came to you, remember?" Shawn reminded him. Juice smiled broadly and reached his hand down to lock the door. She pushed him back toward his bed. When the back of his knees hit the mattress, he spun her around and lowered them both down to lay on it. Juice kissed Shawn again and she moaned into his mouth.

"You're going to have to be quiet, baby," Juice whispered.

"I'll try."