Ch.1 Wants
First thing I would like to say is that I sadly do not own sons of anarchy. That honor goes to Kurt Sutter. If I did I would be trying to get to know David Labrava better, but oh well. This is my first fanfic, so sorry if my Lemon scenes, action, and drama scenes suck. I'm open to comments and suggestions to help me make this a better story for the readers, in the words of Kurt Sutter, "I'm just doing this for an audience" and I also feel that Happy is fucking awesome and deserves an old lady. Warning: This story will contain mature language, lemony scenes and other heavy content down the road so if you don't like that kind of content please do not read my story and then give me a nasty review. If you don't like it, that's fine. Those who actually might like my story, your advice will be much appreciated and heeded. Well, wish me luck!
(Happy's pov):
My head… it fucking hurts. As I thought that I felt someone stir next to me. Shit, now I remember last night: It was just a normal Friday night which consisted of fighting, smoking, drinking, and of course fucking. After I finished fighting Tigg, I needed fuel and it was nothing a nice grilled steak and bottle of jack couldn't fix. Damn, I really need to go see my mom. She's getting worse and that hospice is kicking my ass. Wait-why am I stressing? It'll work out, it always does. Maybe I just need to kill someone. I devoured my steak and was already half-way through the jack. A hand clamped on my shoulder. "Hey there, killer. You been okay lately?" I turned to see that it was Clay, Samcro's prez. "Yeah just chillin and killin." "You look tense Hap. I know the cure for that. Hey Dixie come here for me!" As he called, I saw some chick come in his direction. Just another croweater, great. I enjoy the company of one of the club whores, but it is starting to feel like all pussy feels the same. I took one look at Dixie and I was right; nothing new. She had deep brown hair with blue streaks in it, face caked with make-up. I didn't feel the slightest bit enticed with this bitch, like I said she's just the same. She took care of us and we took care of her, but hey pussy is pussy and you don't refuse it. I had already gone 3 weeks without fucking, so maybe she would help me relax. When Clay spoke it broke me out of my trail of rambling," Dixie, hap needs your Friday night special. Take care of him for me." "Luv to. C'mon killah, let me take care of you baby" Dixie said as she licked her lips as her hand ran slowly down her chest. I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the back hall leading to the dorms. When we got to my room, I ripped the very few and skanky clothes she had on and tossed her on my bed. I turned to my drawers, opened the top drawer, and pulled out a condom. I always wrapped up when it came to fucking. The last thing I need was for some chick to get knocked up, and give a kid the responsibility of having me as a daddy. Though my mom sadly disagreed. She always says how she can see right into my soul underneath my tough killing, outer core. She says that I have so much to give, that I deserve to be loved, that I can love and that I would never become like my jackass father. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I noticed how hard I was and quickly discovered why. Dixie was now on her knees giving me a hand job. She wasn't that bad seeing how quick she was able to make me hard. Her hands pumped my length for a couple more minutes, and then she started to run her tongue along the length. Her tongue felt so slick and warm, but her mouth was even better.
After what seemed like 5 minutes, my hands were roughly in her hair as her mouth pumped away. She at first had a hard time deep throating me, what can I say? I'm a very big man. I felt my head rush and my body was on fire as I reached my climax. I let out rough grunts as I aggressively thrusted in her mouth. Then, my eyes shut really tight as I came and let out a violent growl. I looked down and saw Dixie smiling, trying to swallow the evidence of my release in her mouth. She looked like she couldn't handle it all. "Swallow it all, girl" I said my chest heaving, trying to catch my breath. She finally swallowed it all. She got back on the bed. I was hard again. I put the condom on and got her on her hands and knees with her ass up in the air. I always fucked croweaters this way. It was my way of letting them know I was not committing to them and that they would be wise not to like me. Since Dixie took care of me, I figured I'd take care of her and not send her off unhappy. I' m an asshole but not a complete pompous pig of an asshole. Besides why do you think they call me Happy? It's not just an ironic name. When any girl comes my way, we both walk away Happy. I slowly entered Dixie from behind, and I took the night from there.
Now as I woke, I saw Dixie gather her clothes and get dressed, but I stopped her. "You can use my shower before you leave, you know." She looked at me and smiled. "Thanks Killah, you wanna join me?" she asked. "Nope. Just leave right after you're done. Besides I'll be gone by then." She smiled then went to my bathroom and shut the door. As I got dressed, I heard a knock on my door. "What", I barked. "Get dressed and meet me next to the truck. My mom needs us to pick up some supplies for a welcome home party. My baby sister is coming home ." It was Jax. Shit, I forgot he had a sister. I barely even saw her before she left; I wonder if she's any different than what I was told. I hope she's not bitchy like those skimpy cumrags we call sweetbutts or croweaters. "Alright, I'm comin."
(Elena's Pov):
I've been packing my things since 3:00am now its 7:30am and I just finished. I'm Elena Teller, daughter of Clay Morrow and Gemma Teller. Sadly though, I've been away from home for 7 years. I finally graduated college with an associate's degree in art and an apprenticeship. I'm a tattoo artist, who's hometown is Charming. I've been here at UCLA for those past 7 years and now I get to go home to see my family. Another bonus is that I got a sweet-ass deal on a place to own to set up my tattoo parlor. I called my mom yesterday to tell her everything
"Teller-Morrow what can I do for you?" Gemma picked up the phone.
"Momma?"
"Shit, Laney baby is that you?"
"Yeah momma. I miss you so much. I wanna come home."
"You need to get your ass down here, 7 years and not one visit! You have a huge shitstorm to clear up!"
"I know ma, things have just been so stressful, I'm just glad I'm finished with school. Now to get my ass home."
"Damn straight you little shit." How I love my mom
"You relax ma, I'm on my way now. Just got in the car"
"You bet your skinny red-headed ass you are! No letters, no visits, just brief texts and phone calls every once in a while!"
"Ha! Love you too Momma" I chuckled.
"Bitch" she laughed out
"So… are you still with that shithead cumbucket?" I knew she was talking about Jason, my ex-boyfriend. I still remember all things he did-how he broke my heart. He was my first love, what felt like my only love. Since I left him, I haven't dated anyone since then.
"No momma, I left him a long time ago" I answered.
"Well, it wasn't meant to be-"sigh "dickhead wasn't even a man worth your time. He didn't deserve you baby." I heard a mixture of joy and relief in my mom's voice as she said that. I know she hated Jason's fucking guts. "Momma, I know you never liked him-" "Baby he never deserved you, and he was damn lucky to have you. You need to get over that rat bastard, don't say you are cuz I can hear it in your voice. He is the trash not you so you've got nothing to worry about getting right with, but what you do need to do is get down here to be with your family. The boys miss you. Samcro needs you, you're a Teller you just gotta tap into it baby. You're gonna be ok."
"I know that momma, and I miss the boys too how are they? Is my Brother, Jax still with Wendy?"
"We'll talk about that once you're home, where you belong. So I'm gonna hang up, and let your ass get in that damn truck before I tear it to shreds." That's Gemma Teller for you. "But mom how can you kick my ass if it's all the way over here and you're over there in charming; we both also know that I'm faster than you, so you gotta catch me first" ha-ha, I laughed mentally.
"Smartass" She scoffed.
(Present)
I'm finally in charming, and I gotta say, nothing major has changed. Aah, home sweet home. Looking back at the conversation between Mom and me, it brought back memories of how much I don't like Wendy. I really hope to god that Tara has come back to charming, and she and Jax are back together. No matter how things went down between the two, I still liked Tara; we had been best friends. I was mad at her at first when she left Jax and broke his heart, but I will always like her a hell of a lot more then that stupid crank shooting bitch that calls herself an old lady. I finally made it to Teller-Morrow. I noticed everything-Oh god I'm home! My eyes started to water as I looked at the Samcro clubhouse. I never realized how much I needed my family. I really wish I had come and visited them sooner, I need them so much. I felt my tears fall down my face, and my heart rise from my chest. I took deep breaths and wiped my face; I'm Jax's sister, I'm a Teller. I'm a tough bitch and nothing will change that. As I got rid of the evidence I had cried, I didn't fail to hear the roaring of a bunch of Harleys. I got out my car and started heading towards the line of motorcycles; I needed my boys, momma would have to wait. When I reached my destination, I just stood there. My feet were glued to the concrete, and I looked really red as I stared at my brother and Clay. "Holy shit Laney is that you baby?" My brother gasped out with his eyes watering. "I'm home", I rasped out. Within a second, Jax had grabbed me, spun me in a circle, and held me so tight. "I've missed you so much. Please tell me you're not leaving again" he said breathing heavily. I used my hands to cradle his head while we held each other in a tight embrace. "I'm not going anywhere Jackie-boy. I'm here honey-I'm home Jax" I practically sobbed out. I felt him breath heavily and let out his relief. We forgot that the rest of the club was there in the parking lot. "Eye, Jackie-boy, bring 'er ova here. We want ta se' er too, ya Jack-ass." That was my long lost best friend Chibs. Along with that were cries of agreement. He let me go and I walked over to Clay. "Babygirl" Clay said as he and I shared our embrace. "Hey daddy" I said with a smile. We talked about me staying in Charming and where I would be staying. Short story short I would proudly be staying in a dorm at the clubhouse. "Hey there doll, you and I have some drinking to catching up on." Tigg, one of my best uncles. "I don't know Tiggy, I think it would go from drinking with you to watching a homemade uncle Tig porno with a ghetto lookin' skank" I said in reply. "Yeah you're probably right, baby. But I wouldn't do that tonight; you just got back." We all laughed as the embraces and welcome backs were exchanged between the rest of the club and I until I stopped at one man. Shit… no way. Is this Happy? We just looked at each other. I had to buck up some kind of courage to say something. I needed to prove I wasn't scared of him… nor incredibly attracted to him. I was Gemma Teller's little girl, and no asshole scared me. "Hello Happy'' I said quietly yet firm and confident. "Hi Elena, welcome home'' he rasped out. He still looks the same: tan and smooth looking skin, tattoos along his beautiful, manly arms and those eyes- those dark… sexy eyes. Every time you look into them you're in some trance, and you feel a warm pool in between your legs- wait, am I actually attracted to Happy Lohman, the Tacoma Killer? No I'm just horny, it's been awhile since I've been taken care of. Of course its natural any guy would make me feel like a kitten in heat. Well I'm going to have to take care of that soon. I need to get over my boy trouble shit. Not every guy will treat me like Jason did. But just because I'm back on market, doesn't mean I'm desperate to take the position of a sweetbutt. Luckily as I was thinking of all this, the little group was having its own conversation while we were still in the lot. I felt a hand on my shoulder to catch my attention. I turned and saw it was Juice. He still looked the same, with his innocent and magical smile that could brighten up anyone's day with such comfort, and that perfectly shaved Mohawk, and tribal lightning bolt tattoos that followed the sides of said Mohawk. "Hey Juice there's a face I will never get tired of seeing" I said with glee. "Laney, I've missed you so much babe." We met each other with a tight hug, our faces full of smiles like the goofs we are. "No offense but why is Happy here? I thought he is a part of the Tacoma charter" I asked confused, yet interested. "Oh, he's here to help us with our little gun shitstorm" Juice replied with a little goofy grin. "And why Miss Laney, are you back?-no offense." Juicy-boy always knew the good questions to ask that wouldn't bother or piss me off. Juice and I have always been and always will be best friends. "Well I finished school and have got a place to stay and as of now I've got the building to start my tattoo parlor." The look on his face was that of a puppy who had just found a miracle. "So that means you're staying here? No more long trips?" "You got it Juicy-boy." Next thing I knew, everyone came at me and I was trapped into a huge family hug. AHH- I was being crushed, but in a good way. Then I heard my dad speak. "Good, 'cause you sure as shit aren't' going anywhere else." "You fuckin' bettah believe it" Chibs followed along.
(Happy pov)
While she got the welcome home she deserved in the lot and garage, Elena spouted some shit about setting up at her new tattoo place, then get comfortable in one of the vacant dorms. I expected for her to bitch and moan about sleeping in a dorm at the clubhouse, right across from my dorm-but no, she didn't. Even when her mom kept telling her-no assuring her that she was always welcome to stay with clay and her, she just went with the flow. She didn't exactly look like Gemma, though. She had different hair, tight body, and a perfect ass. She was white and her tits were a perfect size; not small, but not too large in a natural way. She was definitely fuckable- shit way too hot. She is no shit, fuckin' sexy no questions asked. I couldn't help but think this while we stood in the lot. When she got settled into her dorm, I followed my brothers to church to discuss what we were gonna do to the wetbacks to get retaliation and guns.
"So can Tacoma help?" Clay asked in my direction. I told him how all we had was glocks, but anything else we couldn't help, along with other areas.
"Treasury?" Clay questioned. We all turned to Bobby, as he brought up the financial status. "- Bar is stocked, everything's covered. Tig's the only one who still owes me." Tig was smiling while waving his hand. "I'll give it to you next week" he replied with promise. Ha-ha, fuckin Tiggy. "Guess those little Thai-boys are getting pretty expensive" I had fun rasping out. Everyone laughed at that shit. Tig giggle at that and said" Why don't I slit your eyes and have you suck my dick?" Again with the oohs as we all giggled. I brought my hands up waving him to me mouthing for him to bring it on. Clay stopped us and got us back on business. We finally finished are business, and I was ready to help my club fuck those wetbacks up.
"Hey Hap?" Clay called for me. I was heading for the doors but stopped the second I heard his voice. I looked at him and replied, "Did you need me to do something?" "Yeah, I've got a job I personally would trust only you to do. I'll tell you about it later, but I will say this: you'll want to add a smiley face to your scorecard, and you should get the ink from Elena she'll give you a discount along with her skills if you want to add more art to your skin my man." I thought about it for a sec before answering, "Would she actually give me a discount? I can't even get inked without a heavy price these days. My ma's in real bad shape and I just want to save as much money as possible for her meds and shit."
"Brother, I will personally see to it that my 'laney inks you for free. And she already knows what those happy faces are for, and will keep her mouth shut so you don't have to worry about her rattin'. My babygirl's good to her family, she's loyal aint' no doubt about it" he finished off assuring me. I gave him a nod in agreement, and we clasped each other's shoulders in a hug before leavin'. This week is getting better and better.
An: So how did I do for my edited chapter? Any suggestions? Am I going too fast too slow? I'll try to get the second chapter out by the end of this week