Disclaimer: I own nothing! And, this is an OC fic with Clay, yes. If that bothers you, don't read it. I'll probably update slowly because of school.
1993
Krys Winston Morrow paced back and forth in the living room of her house, her head far from where it should have been. She wasn't used to being alone in the new place. Clay was always there, always with her. At night, she liked being able to turn over in bed and feel her husband beside her. This weekend was the big autism run with the boys from Washington. She knew he'd be safe with Happy and Kozik, but she was still worried. John Teller's head had been in the clouds, which could prove to be dangerous to the others. She knew that much, even if it wasn't her place.
'Damnit, I'm too young for this kind of worry. I'm only 24,' she thought, sitting down on the couch. Maybe she should call Opie. He always made her feel better. She loved her little brother and they had always been close. She pretty much raised him when Mary had left. She tried to take him with her, but she wasn't gonna let that happen.
Her mother, Mary Winston, never wanted this life for her. She was raised to want a better life. One away from the violence and the pain, but this was the life Krys wanted. She had finished high school and went to community college for about a year, but she dropped out, much to Mary's disappointment. She realized the club was in her blood, but more than that, it was her family and she loved it. Being a daughter of one of the Original 9 carried it's risks and dangers, but she knew she was always protected. Maybe that's why she was so drawn to Clay, he guaranteed protection. He'd risk his life for her, he promised her that on their wedding day.
Their relationship was different. Hell, their relationship was socially unacceptable, but it didn't matter to them. Or to the club. The only person who it really bothered was Piney. He flipped shit th first time he caught them together, but luckily she was able to calm him down. Krys understood why, she was his little girl. But, she knew that he wanted her to be happy and she wasn't a baby anymore. He finally got used to the idea the day he walked her down the aisle. The age difference still bothered him, but he kept quiet. Twenty years was a big gap, but once again, it didn't matter.
At one point, she knew Clay had had a thing with Gemma Teller, but now that was gone. It was only Krys and Clay. He was the first one that stopped treating her like she was just some stupid kid. He had never really treated her like a kid to begin with. He always knew she was smart. To really think about it, he was the only person that really listened to her when she a teenager. The only one who took her seriously. She remembered when they would sit and talk. She was always trying to do what she could to help the club.
Even to her their relationship was unexpected. They had fallen for each other so fast it almost seemed unreal. She guessed most of that was just physical, until she noticed a feeling she couldn't describe. She had talked to Gemma, not really having anyone else to talk to, about everything she'd been feeling. "Sounds like a little thing I'd like to call love, sweetheart. Just be careful, all men are dogs," she remembered Gemma telling her.
She didn't believe Clay could ever 'be a dog', until she caught him getting blown by some dumbass Crow Eater. That was the night she let the world know she was his. She remembered bashing that dumb slut's face against the pavement. Knocked a few of her teeth out, broke the bitch's nose, and ripped an earring from her ear. She never saw that slut come around again. "You gotta show 'em who's boss, sweetheart." Gemma had told her, so that she did.
Krys ran her fingers over the tattoo on her forearm. A beautiful black crow with it's wings spread out, an M-16 clutched in it's talons. The wings in that position meant shelter, the gun meant protection. It also meant she would always have a home with him, and him with her. She also had his name tattooed on the top of her breast in beautiful cursive lettering with barbed wire around it, dripping blood.
She stood up, starting to walk down the hall.
Just then, the door opened and Clay walked inside
"What are you still doing up, baby?" Clay asked, worry in his tone. "It's almost 1 in the morning."
"I.. I couldn't sleep. I like you being beside me." Krys stood, walking over to him.
Clay wrapped his arms around her, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"You hungry or anything?" Krys asked, pulling away from him and walking into the kitchen. "I can make something really quick."
"I'll take a beer.." He chuckled lightly, sitting down at the kitchen table. Their house was nice, but still simple. She hadn't wanted anything too hard to take care of, but nothing too simple. 'Women..' He thought, shaking his head. Three bedroom, two bathrooms wasn't too bad. She always kept it clean, even though she wasn't really the domestic type. He accepted that. He never really wanted some Susie Homemaker as his Old Lady. She had to have the right amount of Bitch built in and that came naturally to Krys. She was the rough and tumble kinda girl, not afraid to get her hands dirty. Not afraid to get dirty. That he liked. But, what he loved about her was her incredible ability to accept his flaws. They argued just like any other couple. Angry sex always followed their arguments, love of the best kind, she called it. The sex, my god, the sex was always good in her opinion. No, it was great. He always knew how to make her feel good, always made her moan. At least that's what she always told him.
She sat the beer down in front of him, sitting down on his lap. She leaned her head against his shoulder. "Miss me?" She asked, kissing his cheek.
"You know I did, always do." His laugh rumbled deep in his chest. He rubbed her back gently. "I know I said I'd be home earlier, but.. We had a few minor setbacks."
"Don't need to apologize, baby." She smiled, curious to ask about the 'setbacks', "It's just too quiet without you here. It's really creepy actually." She watched as he sat clenching and unclenching his hands. "They bothering you again?"
He nodded, frowning. "Long ride.."
"Here, let me rub 'em for you.." She took one of his large, calloused hands into her small, smooth ones. They were such a contrast to one another. Clay was tall and muscular while Krys was small and lithe. She rubbed each of his knuckles in a caring manner. "How's that?" She smiled up at him, beginning to massage the other hand.
"Feels great.." He closed his eyes as he leaned into her touch.
"I'll rub your shoulders if you want me to.." Krys offered, kissing the back of his hand.
"Sounds great, sweetheart." He chuckled, running a hand through her hair.
"C'mon, lets go in here.. It'll be easier." Krys took his hand, smiling.
Clay followed after her, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He slid his cut off and tossed it into the chair in the corner of the room.
She sat down behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder blade and laced her fingers with his. "I love moments like this." She whispered.
"Me too, baby.. Me too." He said, standing up. "I'm gonna get a shower. I'm exhausted."
A little while later she felt his lips caress her neck gently as his hand slowly slid into her thong. "You wet, baby?" He whispered, running a finger across her.
"Mmm, Clay.." She moaned quietly.
Holy shit, he loved the way she moaned his name. It was the hottest thing he'd ever heard and it got to him everytime.
"Jesus Christ, you've been gone for two days.." Krys whimpered as he slid one finger inside her. "Too slow.. I need you now.."
He smirked, sliding another finger inside her.
She ground her hips back into his, rubbing her ass against his cock. "No going slow.. Not tonight.. I need it bad, baby.."
"You're soaked.." He laughed quietly, removing his fingers. He licked them clean. All he wanted to do was bend her over the edge of the bed and fuck her so hard she wouldn't be able to walk the next day, but tonight, she had control.
Krys undressed slowly, only leaving on a black and red lace bra. It turned him on and she knew. Her hands went for his belt, unbuckling it in a hurry. She slid his dark jeans to the floor, along with his boxers. "Shirt.." She mumbled quietly. "Off.."
He just smirked, doing as she said. He loved seeing her this way, desperate. It was hot as hell and drove him crazy. He knew if he didn't control himself, things would get violent quickly. When it did, they both wore the marks the next day. Scratches, bruises, bite marks.
She pushed him flat on his back, straddling his waist. She ground her hips into his, her head falling back.
"What happened to no teasing?" He almost growled.
"Oh, I'm not.." She whispered, sliding down his cock agonizingly slow.
They moaned in unison. She had her hands on his chest to hold herself up. She rode him hard and fast.
Clay watched her breasts as she rode him. God, they were so tempting. He reached up and grabbed one roughly. His mouth made it's way to her nipple. He licked and sucked, moving from one to the other.
"Shit, baby!" Krys moaned loudly. She took his hand, leading it to her clit. "I-I'm so close!" Her approaching climax almost made her dizzy.
He teased her clit slowly, still sucking at her breast.
"Oh, god.." She whimpered as she came, her body writhing above his.
That's all he could take. He flipped them over and began to pound into her roughly. "Take it, baby.." He growled. "Take it!"
The sensation was too much and Krys came again quickly. This time, she milked Clay dry.
Clay pulled out of her, resting his head on her breasts. She rubbed his shoulders gently, closing her eyes. "Love you, baby.." He said gently before falling asleep.
The next morning, Krys was in the kitchen making breakfast. Cinnamon rolls, Clay's favorite. Last time, the icing never made it to cinnamon rolls. It ended up all over their bodies, including her hair. Sometimes you would think they were four year old little kids, not a mature married couple.
Clay walked into the kitchen about ten minutes later. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "I like you in only my shirt.." He smirked, kissing her cheek.
"Good morning to you too." She giggled, shaking her head. "I might be a little late getting to the office this morning. I got a few things to take care of."
"That's fine. I'll just stick in the Prospect." He grinned, walking to the table.
"Coffee's made, just finished a few minutes ago." Krys smiled, taking the food from the oven. She sat a few on a plate, sitting it in front of him.
"You not eating?" Clay asked, concerned.
"Nah, not this morning. Not really feeling all that great. Kinda sick to my stomach." She shrugged. "No big deal."
"Maybe you should stay home today.. Get some rest." He sighed, pulling her down on his lap.
"Baby, I'll be fine. It's passed, I'm just worried about eating something sweet." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I gotta go get dressed. There's a basket with your clothes in the living room." She hopped off his lap, walking down the hall.
"Are you sure?" He followed her into the bedroom and wrapped his arms her.
"I'm fine. We both know that if I wasn't, you'd be the first one to know, babe." She reached up, cupping his cheek. She stroked it gently with her thumb. "I gotta hurry. It should only take me about thirty minutes."
When Clay walked out of their bedroom and was way down the hall, Krys walked into their bathroom and looked in the cabinet under the sink. There were a few boxes of tampons and panti-liners sitting in front of a smaller box. She pulled the box from it's hiding spot. E.P.T was written across the front in bright pink letters.
She stood up and looked in the mirror. "Looks like things are about to change."
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