A/N - I couldn't have asked for a better response to this fic, thank you so much for all of your support, feedback, follows, reads, reviews - everything! I am loving writing it and think the chapter after this one might ramp up a little on the M, so just to give you a heads up ;)
Hayley could have stared at Happy's body for days. It was mesmerising to watch the ink sprawling all over him, and her fingertip gently traced the route of the snakes wound around him. She could see Happy closing his eyes, trying to control the urges surging through his body at her touch, and she bit her lip gently as her hand moved around the back of his head, around behind his ear and up to the very top of him. It was impossible to ignore the way he was bulging against the zip of his jeans but she had liked his request to keep everything… above board.
"You do this a lot?" he asked as her hand drew down over his face and he nipped gently at her thumb with his lips. He heard her whimper softly at the sensation and looked at her, that steely look in his eyes as he gazed at her. Hayley shrugged a little, pulling her hand away from him but Happy, desiring more contact, promptly picked her up and rested her on his lap. She laughed a little as he unfurled her legs around him and positioned her to straddle his thighs, just about touching his stiffening erection. He just wanted to look at her, soak her in for when he went back to his place and shut himself in for a good, long session.
"Bartend?" He gave her a little squeeze, she knew full well that wasn't what he'd meant.
"Escort."
The word sounded dirty as he said it, and not in a good way. Hayley squirmed a little bit, uncomfortable at such a direct question but Happy held her firm in place on him, not wanting her to try and extrapolate herself from him. He was a simple guy, he liked simple answers.
"A job's a job," she said, shrugging it away like it was no big deal. "Me and Nero, we have a deal. I'm not on the main board, but if someone asks…" She blushed a little, she could feel his eyes lazing over her, forming an opinion of her in an instant. "Don't judge me, buddy, we all do things we don't want to to pay the bills. Even you."
He smiled and looked down at her sleight body on his own and absently wondered where her other tattoos were. "Who says I don't enjoy what I do?"
She scoffed, somehow that didn't surprise her. "I've heard about you guys. Big bad SAMCRO, the neighbourhood bruisers. The girls all talk about you." Happy didn't seem all that interested in what anybody had to say about him. Instead he rocked his legs a little and brought her closer to him.
"You shouldn't worry about gossip."
God, she was too close now, he wished he hadn't moved her nearer. Hayley lay her palm on his shoulder and tilted her head, her ponytail falling to one side as she did. "I shouldn't do a lot of things." Gingerly, she leaned forward and pressed the smallest of kisses on his cheek, just catching the edge of his lips. Happy growled, trying not to give into his enormous desire to just nail her there and then.
"Yeah, you do." His hand wound around her ponytail as he led her lips to his, this time ensuring that they felt the full force of his embrace. At first it was just their mouths together but then, God, he pressed his tongue towards hers to coat himself in her flavour. He'd been right, she tasted like Skittles and he needed that sugar rush. He squeezed her tighter as he felt her teeth drag playfully on his lower lip and she pressed him away uncertainly.
"You changed your mind?"
He gave her ass a slap as he tossed her off of him and dropped her down on the bed beside him, the corner of his lip twitching into a smirk as he did. "Nope." He got up, needing to put some space between them before he ravaged her, and bent down to grab himself a beer from the fridge. Hayley laughed as she sat on her knees, watching him curiously, wondering what to even say to him when even she was struggling with her own arousal.
"Do you do this a lot?" she finally ventured. Happy turned around to look at her, fiddling with the purple fluff that surrounded one of the fairy lights around the mirror. Suddenly, he didn't want to tell her. Happy Lowman had a different woman in bed most nights, but he didn't want to admit it to her.
"Used to," he said nonchalantly. Maybe he should change his ways. "There are other ways of making money, you know."
Hayley rolled her eyes. "I'd marry a rich man but none'll have me." She plopped herself down on the bed now, giving up on trying to play sexy. Somehow, it just seemed to turn Happy on more to see her so relaxed.
"You'd stop?" he asked abruptly. Hayley fiddled with the necklace hanging between her breasts, weaving it back and forth on her fingers.
"Right man, right time," she replied with a cool smile. "I'm not a freeloader, I'll earn my keep. I've learned the hard way about…" She stopped herself and shook her head. "Why are we talking about this? I should get back to work," she added, glancing at her watch. Happy hesitated for a moment before he nodded, wondering what she had been about to say. He watched as she stood up, adjusting her clothing and fiddling with her hair in the mirror for a moment before she turned to unlock the door. He leaned his hand against it, stopping her from opening it as he towered over her.
"I'd like to take you home tonight," he said. "When you finish your shift. Just, you know, make sure you get home safe. Maybe-" He laughed at himself as he looked down at his feet. "Maybe kiss you again."
To have such a monstrous man lean over her and say something so sweet sent Hayley into a spiral of confusion. She nodded, slowly at first and then with more certainty. "I get off at two," she said. "And I'd really, really like that."
He nodded and released his hold on the door for a second before putting his hand back, keeping her in place. He didn't want to let her go, share her with the rest of Diosa. "They'll ask, you know," he warned her. "About us, what we did. Maybe we should just, I don't know, have something to say. About what happened."
Suddenly, he was an awkward teenage boy, shy about chickening out. Hayley couldn't help but adore him, and her hand stroked his cheek as she pushed the lightest of little kisses onto his lips as she turned the bolt on the door to let herself out, and whispered,
"You shouldn't worry about gossip."
Without another word, she disappeared out into the hall, leaving a speechless Happy staring after her. Christ, he thought. She was the one he'd give it all for.
