Rewritten: 14/01/18. Just fixing some type-o's and trying to make my story telling flow a little better.

Laying in Wait

Chapter 1

It had been just about a month since Donna's funeral, meaning it had been just about a month since I'd last seen Happy. I hadn't heard from him either but that wasn't something to get my knickers in a twist about and fall apart in my room with a bottle of something with alcohol in it now was it? Well, maybe some nights but not many! Honest.

Tara had pretty much moved in with Jax and Abel, which left me with peaceful mornings and long boring evenings, at least she was happy with the way things were going and to be honest that's all that really mattered…not my sulky self.

Not that I could complain about being left out though, oh no, the Queen bee had made sure I attended every dinner and party she'd put together. She'd been treating me like an old lady and that made most of the other croweater's that were practically fighting each other for some kind of respect from Gemma a little unnerved but they didn't openly say anything about it.

My only safe haven from Gemma's rule was my shop and most of the people who worked in it…most. Craig had survived his week long trail at the shop and had somehow managed to serve as an asset…but he's still an asshole.

The buzzing from my tattoo gun and the soft flesh under it was strangely comforting after my long morning. Once I'd managed to pull myself together form my latest binge, I showered, changed and headed over to the shop early.

I'd had things that needed to be done, and appointments to oversee…not to mention getting one over on Craig.

It was a little after one in the afternoon when a very pretty woman with curly blonde hair strolled into the shop, catching Craig's attention immediately. She was a walk in with a very nice tattoo idea in mind, of which I had no problem with free handing.

Sadly Craig wanted a bit of the action, and tried to be all coy and charming as he offered to do it for her, the best part though was that she didn't seem interested in him one bit.

Linda Coleman, as she introduced herself, was adamant I'd be the one working on her this afternoon. She was looking for a chest tattoo with a silhouette in the middle with some fancy swirling around it with a few flowers; I swear Craig was turning green from envy. I got to tattoo in between those ever so perfect tits and he didn't and to top it off…she was giving me the eye.

I was just finishing up on the shading after a long six hours of this blonde bombshell flirting with me when the bell from the front door rang and a barely quiet complaint from Craig interrupted me.

Choosing to ignore it I smiled up at the blonde and checked over my work making sure it was looking as perfect as I could get it.

"Don't tell me I'm going to have to grow a pair of tits to get you too look at me that way" Happy huskily growled out from behind me. Grinning, I looked over my shoulder at him before turning back to face my client.

"If you did I'd have to fight off Tiggy, now go be a gentleman and smack Craig over the head for ogling this poor woman."

"I wasn't ogling…" he practically whispers trying to defend himself from my usual perch behind the desk but he was most definitely looking sheepish.

Turning my tattoo gun off and holstering it, I made sure to clean up the excess ink and blood so I could apply some balm and give Linda a run through of the aftercare her ink would require.

Linda checked herself out in the mirror turning her upper body left and right so she could see it from all angles. She was looking very pleased with my work as she grinned back at me through our reflections, not to mention she didn't seem to care that she was wondering around my shop with her tits out. Each to their own I guess.

"It looks amazing, thank you!" she exclaimed before turning away from the mirror to hug me. Awkwardly I accepted the embrace and patted her bare back with my still gloved hands.

"I'm glad you like it, now is it cool with you if I take a couple of photo's?" I asked taking my gloves off. She eagerly agreed and readily posed, covering her chest with her hands for some form of modesty.

After a few snaps taken on my phone I wrapped her chest up with some clingfilm and advised against wearing a bra for a few days or so while the healing got underway.

Happy sat patiently at one of our stations while I settled Linda's bill, Craig however decided it was best to keep his head down and start cleaning up my station for me.

"Thank you so much, I honestly can't tell you how happy I am! You'll be sure to be seeing me again!" Pulling her card from the machine, Linda raved her gratification all the while slipping a piece of paper across the counter towards me. She gave a quick wink and a saucy smile before taking her leave, the jingle of the door chiming as she did so.

Unfolding the piece of paper Linda has slid across the counter to me, dearest Linda had left me her digits and a little note to give her a call sometime.

"Now, wasn't she nice? Left me her number and everything" Smugness clear in my voice I held up the piece of paper teasing Craig. Happy bit out a laugh making his way towards me and the counter.

"Party tonight, you in or are you planning on being a little busy?" raising an eyebrow at his naughty suggestion I purposefully slipped the number into my bra making sure to give him a wink.

"I suppose I could squeeze some time in for a party"

"Good, I'll see you at 8" Happy tapped his hand on the counter, nodded his head and went on his merry way…like I've said many times before, a man of few words.

"So you date a biker?" Craig's curiosity brought me back from my daydreaming.

Dating? Was this what we were doing, dating? I mean I hadn't seen or heard from him in a month. There was definitely sexy times and a thing...a connection thing that they have in the movies. Happens in all the romcom's! None of which I'll ever admit to watching.

"Dating is such a strong word," I answered after a few moments of thought. I couldn't seem to find the words for my relationship with Happy.

After shutting up shop I immediately dialled Tara's number as I made my way towards my car.

"Dr Knowles speaking" She answered in her doctor-ish voice meaning she was still at work…

"Hey sis it's me Rox, I kind of need…fuck I don't know what I need but I think it involves doing a girly talk thing, are you free to take a break soon?" I rattled that all out rather fast as I can't be sure she understood.

"Erm, yeah sure when ever you get here." Tara stuttered out her reply before we mutually hung up so I could get over there asap.

I don't know why but the fact that Happy came over to ask me to a party I was already meant to be attending kind of felt like a turning point in our relationship. It's one thing for the Queen G to invite you, but tall dark and handsome? That had to mean something.

But I need to consult the girl counsel on this matter.

Arriving at St Thomas hospital in record I rushed myself through the doors and straight to the staff room making sure to stop at the front desk to ask for the receptionist to let Tara know I was here.

Tara and I weren't usually the type of sisters that would sit down and talk about boys but I was starting to shit myself a little bit, I mean this wasn't really a boy…Happy was a grown man, and a very dangerous one at that. Maybe Gemma would have been the better choice for this conversation.

I made it to the staff room without knocking anyone over or leaving a trail of destruction behind me, bully for me. Tara however was already sitting in the staff room waiting for me, she'd changed out of her scrubs and looked ready to head home.

"So what is this girly talk thing you mentioned" she spoke up amused by my train wreck of a phone call. I quickly made my way to the chair next to her and sat myself down, leaning on the arm of it to look directly at her.

"Happy came in to the shop today and asked me to go the party tonight, and I know this sounds like I'm in high school again but oh fuck" I whispered to her even though there wasn't anyone else in the room. I think I've finally lost my shit.

"Calm down Rox, this is a good thing right? I mean you've practically been pining after him for a whole month. I think it's time to admit you've got feelings for him" The ever so rational Tara replied, resting her hand on top of mine. I mulled over her words for a moment before sighing and sitting right back in the chair. I mean my feelings for Happy had practically been staring me in the face for a while now, I was just refusing to open my eyes and see it.

"I'm scared if I do he'll run, I mean he's a badass biker who most likely puts his dick in the nicest looking thing in the room every night" I was most definitely trying to talk myself out of what I'd been thinking about doing for the past month.

I decided after talking with Gemma a month ago that'd I'd go out and take what I wanted, but now…now I was scared it would back fire. But that was just the anxiety kicking me in the face.

"Now that does not sound like the Roxanne Knowles I know, which means you're in deep so instead of holding it in let it out" I turned my head to meet my sisters eyes.

"I haven't got trapped wind, but I get your point…LETS DO THIS!" I stood up shouting with my arms in the air as Tara just laughed.

"Go and get yourself all pretty, GO!" she stood up and started pushing me out the door with my renewed sense of vigour.

Who needs a pep talk from Gemma when you've got a Dr Knowles!

I didn't waste any time hanging around at the hospital, I drove home way over the speed limit. I didn't have a lot of time to get ready, normally I wouldn't try overly hard but I felt as though I needed to make an impression tonight. A little effort often goes a long way.

I decided to go for a low cut top with a lacy back, skinny jeans and my best pair of heeled boots, to top it off I made sure I slapped my Gemma styled war paint on. Once I was pleased with that I saw in the mirror I took off out the house barely remembering to lock the door behind me before jumping in the car and driving off towards Teller-Morrow.

I managed to pull into the lot just after a black sedan pulled in; it had FBI written all over it. Welcome home Bobby.

The scene was a sight to be hold, Bobby was greeted by a sea of bikers and within seconds disappeared into the crowd. I got out the car as Clay started talking to Agent Stahl over the hood of her car.

At first glance I couldn't see Happy, but then again there were far too many bikers for me to even start looking. Instead of straining my eye's I decided it would be best to grab something to drink, Dutch courage and all that…

Full bottle of JD in hand, commandeered from behind the bar, I headed back outside in search of Happy, I had to tell him or I'd burst…or at least it felt that way. I don't know if it was my talk with Tara that had made me feel like the need to express my feeling for him or if it was the two shots of tequila I had at the bar before grabbing the bottle of JD.

Stepping out the clubhouse doors I looked across the lot spotting his bike meaning he was definitely here, but where? I made my way across the lot trying to spot a baldhead in the crowd, you'd think it would easy pickings, as most of these guy's are hairier than the Grinch. Sadly though I had no luck, so I started asking if anyone had seen him starting with Juice but then quickly moved on to asking Tig instead.

"Hey Tiggy, have you seen Hap anywhere?" I had to practically shout my question to him over the music.

"Nah sorry Rox, but you're more than welcome on my lap anytime" He was leering more than usual with his Cheshire grin.

"Sorry to break your heart there Tigger but I got my lady parts set on something a lot more bald and dangerous" I joked, patting him on the shoulder before heading off back towards the club house past the office when I head a certain gravely voice coming from inside…

"Shit, that feels good" there was no mistaking that voice, and no mistaking what felt so good.

Peaking in through the gap in the open door I saw Happy getting his dick sucked by a girl with bright red hair in a really short skirt; taking a deep breath I looked away and opened the bottle that was still in my hand and took a big swig…and then another.

Well shit.

I decided I wasn't going to stick around for the rest of Bobby's homecoming and started headed out of the lot and down the road with my head held high, no point feeling sorry for myself…in a public place at least.