So if any of you have read my other story 'One More Night' you know my oc Savannah Teller. Well, I've decided to give it another go with a re-write. This story starts before season one, before Juice comes to Samcro. This is the story of Savannah growing up and she's got something to prove to the guys, will a possible love and broken heart get in the way?
I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Savannah, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.
Chapter One
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Stepping out of a yellow taxi cab, a black biker boot splashed in the small puddle on the ground. Following the boot was a fishnet covered leg, going all the way up to where the woman's skirt ended mid-thigh. Getting out of the cab was freshly graduated Savannah Teller-Morrow. Looking around at the tall skyscrapers in New York City, she knew right away she wasn't in the small town of Charming anymore. It was definitely colder than it'd been in California, that was sure.
Her brown hair flew around her as she looked around. There were people walking each and every way, taxi cars all over the streets. In Charming, you'd be lucky to see just one taxi. Her dark brown eyes took in all the lights around her. Everything was crazy, so different from the small town she had grown use to. "Hey, Miss, you gonna pay me or what?" Her driver snapped, bringing her back from her thoughts.
A blush appeared on her lips as she hurried to grab the right amount of cash from her purse to give him. She had gotten caught up in all the lights and sounds of New York. She could get easily distracted in this place if she wasn't careful. "Um, here. That should cover it." She said back, handing him the money with a quick smile before she got her bags and started on her way towards the school in front of her.
She'd taken a chance with coming out to New York City. She knew she could have gone to a school closer to home, her parents would have definitely preferred that, but she'd done her research on this school. It had a great mechanic's department, and she could minor in art. Her mother, Gemma Teller-Morrow, was definitely not happy with her across the country. It meant she really had no control over anything, and a part of Savannah loved that. The only thing they had control over was paying for her tuition and housing.
She was renting an apartment, two bedroom. She didn't have a room mate, she didn't need one since her dad was paying for the apartment. It just meant more room for her. She could use the other room as an art room, somewhere to paint or draw. Her dad was paranoid about letting her go on her own, he almost wanted her to bring someone with her, but thankfully her mom was able to convince him of how ridiculous that was. He settled with a weekly phone call to check in and her promising to go to the New York charter if she got into any trouble.
Looking around the city again, she smiled, really smiled, knowing it was going to be a big change for her. She was willing to try to get use to it though, and she might as well make the best of it while she was here. Be a new person here, do things she wouldn't normally be able to do. In Charming, she was the Samcro princess, it was her title in and out of school, and it wasn't always fun. She was always going to be treated like a child there, and here, here she could be an adult. Do adult things. Boys wouldn't be afraid of some macho biker coming up and scaring them all off.
Getting to the right apartment, the first thing she decided was she was going to have fun tonight. She was going to do something spontaneous and something she hadn't been able to do before now. She was going to have fun and do something stupid. Opening one of her suitcases, she pulled out the perfect outfit to achieve that with.
Here goes nothing.
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Savannah strutted into the first club she could get into. She decided to wear the only black skirt she owned, along with a a shirt that ended just above her belly button, the sleeves falling off her shoulders and down past her fingers. She changed her biker boots for regular black boots, staying away from heels tonight. There was only so much change she could take on the first day. From going to the little mechanic to some club girl, there was a big difference with how she looked.
She was immediately welcomed by the strobe lights and the booming music all around her. It was like nothing she'd ever seen before. Since Charming was a small town, they didn't have any clubs like this. They had the clubhouse, but that was as close as you got to this. She could see a ton of people on the dance floor, dancing to the beat of the music either alone, with a partner, or in a group of friends. She hadn't seen so many people in one place at once before, there was probably more people here than there had ever been in the clubhouse on Friday nights.
She made her way over to the bar, she knew she wouldn't be getting any drinks here. They would surely card her here. That was one of the perks of being at the clubhouse, she could sneak a beer and get away from it. "Hey, baby. I don't think we've met before, because I most definitely would have remembered a body like yours." A voice said out to her as the owner to the voice appeared beside her, leaning against the bar as he flashed her a big goofy grin.
Looking him over, the first thing she noticed was that he had a great smile. The second thing she noticed was that he had a nice head of black hair. It was short, spiked up in the front. His brown eyes sparkled when he smiled, she noticed. Unfortunately for him, growing up with a dozen surrogate 'uncles' like Tig and Chibs, especially like Tig, she knew a cheesy pick up line when she heard one. "Wow, nice line. Does that ever get you anywhere?" She laughed, the look of nervousness on his face only amusing her more.
He was cute, she'd give him that much. Nice build, good height, appropriate age from the look of it. He didn't look like a creep, so that was a good sign in her book. He chuckled, nodding his head in defeat. He knew it was long shot in working, but he had to say something before he lost his nerve. "Nah, that was actually my first try. Name's Juice, and what can I call you, beautiful?" He asked, flashing her that beaming smile again. "Here, let me buy you a drink," he added in when she didn't answer him right away, waving over the bartender and motioning to his own drink that he already had.
Savannah looked surprised as he motioned for her to take the new beer that'd been given to him. Smiling weakly, she nodded and popped it open. "Savvy." She introduced herself with a quick nod before taking a swig of her beer. Cringing, her body tensed as the liquid burned going down her throat. He couldn't help but chuckle watching her. "Did your ma give you that name, or is it just something special you named yourself?" She asked, finding herself curious about how someone could have a name like Juice.
He chuckled, shaking his head. Finishing his beer, he put it down and motioned to have another one. He could already feel the buzz rushing through his body, and he was hoping he didn't get too drunk and embarrass himself in front of this chick. "No, she didn't name me Juice, it's just a nickname I got in high school. You're gonna have to get me drunk if you want to know how, cause there's no way I'm telling you sober." He laughed as he took the new beer from the bartender, giving him a nod of thanks as he popped it open.
She was finding herself loving his accent. It was so different from hers, and his was really thick. She almost wanted to ask him to say something else just so she could hear it again. The only thing stopping her was the fact she'd probably sound like an idiot for asking that.
She couldn't help but laugh, a sound he was finding really nice. Savannah never thought she'd be doing anything like this. Usually if anyone tried to pick her up, one of the guys would be right over her shoulder scaring them off. Not to say a rare few hadn't gotten past their 'Savannah needs to be cock blocked' radar, but those boys weren't all that interesting past the first two minutes, that saying they even lasted that long.
"Well, Juice, how about you come dance with me, and maybe I'll let you buy me another drink." She called over, trying to speak over the thumping music.
A grin appeared on his lips as he reached forward, taking her hand, and pulling her off of her stool and over to the dance floor. Finding a vacant small area to dance in, which she found was very hard to do with so many people in one area, he twirled her around before bringing her back into him.
Her body felt like it was on fire as he pressed his front into her back, his hands on her skirt covered hips as they started moving. A part of her was worried she was doing this wrong, given where she grew up, she didn't go dancing a lot. Not like this anyway. She'd seen some of the guys dance like this with the sweetbutts around the clubhouse, but she, personally, hadn't been able to.
Savannah was letting him move her body, seeing as she wasn't use to as confident as he was about this. It was very . . . intimate. His face was nuzzled between her neck and her shoulder, his hands gripping her sides as he inhaled her. Under the sweat that was now layering her skin, he could smell the sweet smell of vanilla and strawberries.
He was hoping she'd let him go back to her place so he could move this thing forward. The thought of being in between this girl's legs turned him on at the spot. He could only imagine how she would be in bed with hips like hers. They weren't skin and bones like some of the girls he saw, but she wasn't too big either. Perfect size. Not to mention her tits. Those were just right, probably a good handful each. It was taking him almost all his will power not to just stare down her shirt. He knew it'd only get him a slap in the face.
He wondered what she tasted like, how she kissed. He bet she was a sweet kisser, but wouldn't be afraid to take charge if he, for some reason, let her. His grip on her hips tightened just at the idea of pushing up on her. He could already hear her screaming his name. He grinned at the thought alone.
College life definitely boosted his confidence. High school hadn't been kind to him, and college wasn't the definition of heaven, but it was hell of a lot better. Especially when he got to hook up with chicks like this one. "How about you and me move this to your place? I could show you a couple of . . . moves, I'm sure you'll love." He whispered into her ear, grinning when he felt her shiver against him.
It was very clear in what he was talking about. She could feel his hard on against her ass, and she couldn't help but arch her body into him. Hearing him groan, she couldn't help but giggle feeling him thrust his hip into her. He wanted her, like any sane man would, and now it was up to her if he was going to score or not. "Nah uh, how do I know you're not a serial killer? You got a car, darling?" She asked back, yelling slightly so he could hear her over the music. Even if they were right beside each other, it was still hard to hear him. Even parties in the clubhouse weren't this bad.
His body tensed up, her mistaking it as him being turned on, at the suggestion. If her place was out the question, he'd have to think of something else. There was no way he was giving up the chance of this hook up. "Uh, I've got an idea. Follow me." He called back, grabbing her hand as he led her through the crowd.
Savannah could see the confliction on his face and found herself hesitating on going through with this. She wanted to do something different, something to that would tarnish her 'princess' title. This was her chance to do something stupid and get away with it. She just hoped that she didn't regret it.
He brought her outside, the cold New York air hitting their faces as they left the warmth of the club. She wasn't use to the cold yet, having grown up in California. This would definitely be one of the things she'd have to get use to. When he pulled her into an alley, she was half ready to yank her hand back and tell him to fuck off. Before she could though, he pushed her against the wall, pressing his body against hers as he attacked her neck with kisses. Her fingers gripped his shirt as a struggled gasp left her lips.
He chuckled against her skin as he pushed his hip into hers, his belt buckle touching her in just the right spot. His hand crept under her shirt, slipping underneath her bra to cup her breast. He toyed with the mound of soft flesh, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Her body arched into his almost instantly, a low moan leaving her lips as her head fell back against the wall. "Fuck, jesus christ, Juice." She moaned, her free hand laying over the one touching her breast, gasping as he continued to pleasure her. No one had ever touched her like that before.
He wanted to take this slow, make it a good fuck for her, but he wasn't sure how long he could last before blowing his load in his pants. Using his free hand, he hurried to unbuckle his belt, but his hand was shaking too much to get a good grip on it. Seeing his frustration, she giggled as she cut him a break and reached down in between them to help him out. "I've got it. You, um, you got protection?" She asked, breathing hard as she searched his face. He looked liked a deer caught in the headlights, not being able to remember if he packed a condom.
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet while she slowly undid his belt. Leaning forward, she nuzzled his neck, leaving teasing kisses on his skin as he fumbled to look for the condom in his wallet. He usually kept one there for safe keeping, but it would be his luck to forget it the night he actually really needed it. He was relieved to find one, thanking whatever god there was as he ripped it open. She leaned back against the wall, biting her lip as she watched him drop his pants.
Pulling his aching cock out of his drawers, he slipped on the condom. He didn't need half of New York to see his Puerto Rican ass. Glancing up, he couldn't help but bite his lip, trying to keep himself from drooling, as he watched her wiggle out of her little pink thong. He would definitely be grabbing those later. "Fuck me sideways. God damn, you're a fucking goddess." He blurted out as he lifted her up. She gasped in surprise, her legs wrapping around him as soon as she was up high enough.
Juice couldn't wait any longer as he lowered her onto his cock, causing him to groan as he buried himself in her. Damn, he was about to come upon feeling her around him. Hearing her breath hitch, he couldn't help but grin as he let her adjust to his size. He had to stretch her a little, telling him that anyone else she'd been with wasn't as big as him. That was sure to be a boost to his ego. She whimpered, wanting the friction to start. He took the hint and started to move inside of her, grunting as he buried his head in her neck.
Hearing her little moans and sighs, he knew he was doing something right. The sound of his name on her lips, sounded right as he pushed harder, wanting to make her scream. He wanted to be the hook up she never forgot and always compared other guys to. He knew it was a long shot for that to happen, but he was sure as hell gonna try.
He continued to thrust into her, pressing her harder into the wall as her hands gripped his shoulders and her nails dug into his skin. His thighs burned as he moved his hips and supported her weight. He felt her legs tighten around him as she tried to raise and lower herself on him. "Fuck, babe. I'm almost there. Aw, right there, baby. Right there." He groaned, gripping her hips as he thrust in and out of her as fast as he could.
It wasn't long before he felt her walls clamp around him, her body shaking as her orgasm hit her. He rode out her orgasm, getting in a few more grunt filled thrusts before emptying himself into the condom. Breathing hard into her hair, he slowly let her slip down from his grip as he pulled himself out.
Letting her right herself, he rolled off the condom, tying it, before tossing it towards the dumpster further down the alley from them. Reaching down to grab his pants, he snagged her panties as he raised up from the ground. Buckling his belt, he managed to slip the panties into his pocket before she even noticed.
"Have you seen my underwear? I swear it was right here." She said out as she straightened her skirt, fixing her bra as she looked around for her missing panties.
He grinned sheepishly as he shrugged his shoulders. Slipping off his sweatshirt, he passed it to her, causing her to look at him confused. "Uh, you looked cold before. Besides, gives me a reason to find you again. Maybe we can get a repeat of this, in an actual bed." He suggested, wiggling his eye brows.
She laughed, nodding as she slipped her arms into the sleeves of the jacket. Rolling her eyes, she leaned up and kissed his cheek, lingering by his ear as she used his shoulders to balance on the tips of her toes. "We'll see, hot shot. I'll see you around . . . maybe." She teased before pulling back and heading out of the alley.
He grinned, tilting his head to the side as he watched her walk away from him. Even in his sweatshirt, she looked hot as hell. Fuck, she might actually look hotter because she was wearing his sweatshirt. It wasn't until she was gone and out of reach, did he realize one thing. He never got her number.
Fuck.