So, finally, this is the end of my little tale. I hope you enjoy it. Obviously, everything you recognize comes from Kurt Sutter, only Anna, Dee and Felix are mine.

Anna sat back in her chair, her skin warm from the good food and the juleps. For the first time since she had heard about Juice, she felt contented. It was reassuring to find that he had been loved by this bunch of eccentrics, she wouldn't have been able to bear it if he'd never known love in the world, aside from Felix's. Smiling to herself, she remembered Juice explaining heaven to Felix after Gomes died, describing it as a combination of Disneyland and Asgard. Felix had been so excited that he'd asked if they could visit in the Summer. She fervently hoped that Felix would grow up ok now that Juice was dead. She'd never minded the idea of raising her son by herself, knowing full well that he was surrounded by an almost comically diverse group of people who loved him dearly; but Juice had wanted so badly to be a good dad, had been a good dad, and Anna feared that the trauma of losing his father would warp Felix in some way. From across the table, Happy watched the dreamy faraway look of her eyes refocus with laser precision on Chibs. He could tell by the way her eyebrow arched slightly that she was planning a vendetta in the event Chibs fucked with her or her kid again, and couldn't help but be impressed, Anna was no victim.

"Hun?" Lyla said gently, breaking through Anna's thoughts.

"Huh? Oh sorry Lyla, I was miles away" Anna said, smiling and dragging herself back to the conversation at hand. As she focussed on the current topic, an inexplicably heated debate as to whether it was appropriate for Tig to call people 'Doll' given his phobia of them, she became aware of being watched. Without swivelling her head, Anna knew who it was but she turned around anyway, meeting his sloe-eyed glare with barely contained amusement. Somewhere between the third and fourth julep it had dawned on her that Happy wanted her, and by the fifth, getting fucked by Happy had begun to seem like a brilliant idea. It had been a long time since she'd had a man in her bed and she found her gaze drifting down the muscles of Happy's arms, rippling under lurid ink to his giant calloused hands. Lifting her eyes slowly, she met his gaze, noticing the faintest trace of a smirk. No doubt about it, sex with Happy was never going to the exhuberant romp it had been with Juice, but dammit it would be good.

Despite Venus' protestations, she stood up and began to clear the plates from the table, all the while feeling Happy watching her, his eyes taking in her long fingers as they gripped the plates, trailing up to encompass the rest of her. He could tell she was buzzed, her body seemed less coiled and moved with a languid fluidity. Reaching across to take his plate, the soft honey-toned swell of Anna's breasts came into his direct line of vision. As she was leaving the diningroom, she lifted her gaze once more to Happy. Her focus was still razor sharp but the combative stoicism of the last twenty-four hours had been replaced with an impish glint. Raising her eyebrow slightly, she offered one last pointed look and disappeared into the kitchen. The challenge in those rockpool green eyes was not lost on Happy but he was not the kind of man to go trailing after a woman. Women came to Happy Lowman, not the other way round. Not bothering to offer any kind of explanation, he pushed his chair away from the table and strode after Anna, pretending he didn't see Lyla nudge Venus and exchange knowing looks.

When he entered the kitchen, Anna was putting the dishes into the dishwasher. With every bend and twist of her body, her skirt rode up, revealing the curve of her ass cheeks, tanned and pert like an exotic peach. Never in his whole life had Happy wanted to bite into something so badly. She stood up, tugging at her skirt and smoothing it over her ass. From the moment she had left the dining room, Anna had known Happy would follow her, known exactly what he was after. Although she didn't consider herself to be particularly attractive, she had a keen awareness of when somebody wanted to fuck her and when the feeling was mutual, she played to win. She spun around to face him, leaning back and resting her arms against the countertop. His expression was one of pure fury, as if what they both knew was about to happen was against his will, or, then again, Anna reasoned, maybe he always looked like that. For the second time in 24 hours, Happy found himself charging towards her and pinning her against the kitchen bench. He had no idea why or how this woman had managed to get so under his skin in such a short amount of time, and he hated that she was somehow making him chase her, work for it even: usually it was only a matter of pointing at a croweater and they were there to do his bidding.

"Something I can help you with?" she asked him, her face an imperfect study in innocence that didn't quite hide her knowing look. Happy's hand shot out, his thumb pressing down slightly on her corotid pulse which was thumping away steadily. Anna didn't even flinch, she was 99% sure that he wasn't about to kill her and even if he was, there was a carving knife within arm's reach. Slowly, Happy leaned down so that his mouth was next to her ear.

"You sure you know what you're doin?" he rumbled.

"Do you?" she retorted

"I could kill you right here"

"You won't though"

"What makes you so sure?"

"If you do, Fiasco will come after you, maybe Alvarez too. The Sons aren't strong enough to fight another war. Plus," she added, her voice low and bourbon tinged, "I know you want to fuck me, you've been waiting all evening to do it"

Happy pulled back with a wolfish grin, his grip softening on her neck as he pulled her closer. Anna was expecting to be devoured, swallowed whole like those snakes on the nature programs on Nat Geo. Instead, she found herself being kissed with an almost adolescent gentleness. Gentle or not, as his tongue, entered her mouth, Anna found herself sinking into the kiss. Her hands clutched at the waistband of his jeans, pulling him closer to her. Letting go of his jeans, she slid her hands up under his tshirt, relishing the smooth warmth of his skin and the feel of his taught muscles, it was all she could do not to undo his pants and fuck him right there in the kitchen.

Anna had no idea how they got from Tig's kitchen back to Wendy's flat. She knew that at some point they must have walked back into the diningroom, made their excuses and left. Probably Venus and Lyla had given them 'you're totally going to get laid' looks, definitely Chibs would have scowled at her. The whole transition was a blur: one minute she was making out like a teenager with Happy in the kitchen, his hands under her sweater, calloused fingers rolling and pinching her nipples, and the next they were in Wendy's bedroom, the weight of Happy pressing down on her and her skirt bunched up around her waist. Feverishly, she yanked off her top and shimmied out of her skirt, leaving her in just her bra and panties. Kneeling in front of Happy she peeled off his tshirt as he hungrily sucked at her neck, his hands palming her ass cheeks almost to the point of pain. She could feel his erection pressing up against her, giving her a momentary pause at the sheer size of him. As she grabbed his belt and began undoing the buckle the thus far silent voice of reason in her head reminded Anna that she was about to go where many women had gone before. "Wait," she said, her hand still clutching the end of Happy's belt. "We need protection. God only knows where you've been"

"You're one to talk, you got knocked up. To a biker. From a one night stand"

"So we're agreed then, I'll get the condoms"

"I got one here"

"Nuh uh, no way are we using yours. I know that you reuse them"

"Are we gonna fuck or not? Quit yapping woman and go and get them"

If Happy had been a verbal kind of man he would have described fucking Anna as surreal, like nothing he had ever experienced before. Generally the women that were with Happy either lolled underneath him, their eyes glazed over with booze or poor self esteem, making theatrically pornographic faces and uttering all the things they thought men wanted to hear; or they had the distinct look of somebody who had got way more than they bargained for, eyes wide, begging for God and clutching at Happy just trying to hold on. Anna did none of those things. Her eyes were clear and focussed on him and aside from gasps and quiet moans, she didn't say a word, the slapping sound of skin on skin the most audible sound in the room. But as Happy continued to pound into her, she was giving as good as she was getting, her pelvis wasn't just rising up to meet him but pushing against him keeping up with his ruthless pace. Her leg was wrapped around his waist and Happy could feel the muscles in her leg holding him where she wanted him to be.

Anna could tell by the sweat that was slick on their skin and Happy's furious glare that he was close, hell she was close too but some strange competitive drive kicked in and she decided that she wasn't going to be the one to come first. She shifted her other leg so that it was slung over Happy's shoulder and tilted her pelvis so that Happy had even deeper access. Happy glared even more if that was possible and wrapped his hand around her thigh and held her in place. He had every intention of pounding into her until she screamed his name, but the sight of her body undulating underneath him and the feel of her wrapped around him was too much. With a furious grunt he came, letting go of her leg to grip her hips and gain some control of the last few erratics pumps. He looked down at Anna, noticed her triumphant smirk and promptly bit straight into her shoulder. On sensory overload, Anna bucked underneath him and he felt her shudder and clench around him, her eyelids fluttering before she threw her head back and let out a sigh.

For ten minutes, they lay in bed in silence. It was unusual for Happy to find himself in this situation since he so rarely had sex in a bed, hell, he hardly ever had sex face to face. Usually, once he was done he went back to the party, leaving the girl bent over whatever handbasin or furniture they'd used. Next to him, Anna stretched, her body curving and her toes flexing in a feline way. Sitting up she leaned over and licked his nipple. "You kiss so gently but you fuck like you're trying to make a point" she said, looking up at him and grinning. "And?" Happy rumbled. Her fingertips lightly traced the snake tattoo on his stomach,"You about ready to make another point soon? Or do you need a few more minutes? Old man"

Happy let out a smokey chuckle. "Greedy bitch"

Anna awoke to find herself pinned to the bed by Happy's arm which he had flung across her at some point in the night. The fact that he was even in the bed with her was a shock, she'd expected him to head back to the couch, or even go back to wherever he lived once they were done, but he'd merely grunted and dozed off. Lifting his arm slightly, Anna managed to slide out of the bed, feeling the soreness in her muscles with every movement. Getting dressed in her jeans and tshirt, she took stock of the various marks that were blooming on her skin. 'Definitely worth it' she thought to herself as she wrapped her hair up into a bun.

It was the smell of Cuban coffee that got Happy out of bed. Anna was sitting at the table, checking her phone. At the sound of his footsteps, she looked up, taking in the sight of him clad only in his jeans. After the night she had just had, she was stunned to find herself thinking that the only thing she wanted to do at this moment was lick along the lines of Happy's v cut muscles and drag him back to bed. Instead, she got up and poured him a coffee.

"Where'd you get the coffee?" he asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

"Dee and Fiasco brought it yesterday" she replied, handing him the cup, "Nectar of the gods"

"I ain't gonna make you my old lady" Happy said, eyes watching Anna steadily over the rim of his coffee cup. Anna snorted. "I never asked to be. The arrogance of you to think that you could fuck me one time and I would automatically want to live out the American dream with you!"

"Was more than one time" Happy said, with a smirk.

"Yeah, it was" Anna grinned. "I'm not looking for somebody to hold my hand and tell me their feelings. In fact, I'm not looking for anybody at all. I've got my family, a good job and thanks to Juan Carlos, my beautiful boy." She took another sip of her coffee and stared at him appraisingly. "However, if you ever find yourself in Oakland, feel free to come over."

SOA SOA SOA SOA

There was no such thing as stealth with a Harley Anna mused, hearing the telltale rumble coming down the street. The Alvarez's lived a block away but she was pretty sure that this was no Mayan bike. It had been a week since she'd left Charming, a box of Juice's stuff on the backseat and a bunch of hickeys and bruises from Happy stretching from her neck to her thighs. Dee had squealed when she saw the hickeys and Fiasco had grinned, muttering darkly that you could take the girl out of the hood but not the hood out of the girl, adding "literally, in your case, mama." However most awkward had been explaining the dark marks covering her neck to Felix. She'd opted with the 'skin allergy' explanation.

Thinking of her beautiful boy, she tiptoed into his bedroom to check on him. He'd been ok the last few days, maybe a little more clingy than normal. He'd cried when they had gone through Juice's photos, those chocolatey eyes welling up before he buried his head in her arms and really bawled. Just like that last night with Juice, she'd rubbed his back, telling him that it would be ok, adding that daddy was smiling down on him from heaven. Gently, Anna planted a kiss on his head, brushing back his dark hair and grinning at those Ortiz ears. She would always be grateful for this gift Juice gave her, thankful that he had had the chance to have his own tiny family. She wished that she could have fallen in love with him and given him some stability, maybe even made him a good wife, but it wasn't meant to be. The last few months had been hectic and devastating, Gomes, her knight in shining armour was gone, Juice too. She remembered with a sad smile the day she had gone into labor and Gomes had driven her to the hospital in a friend's lowrider decked out with vejigantes on the hood. If she hadn't been trying desperately to breathe through contractions she would have hung her head in horror. Fiasco had asked her why she didn't hate the Sons and she had told him the same thing she had told Happy: the club wasn't a living thing and the man responsible for the mayhem was gone. All that was left to do was love her boy and keep him safe.

Hearing the sound of boots stealthily climbing her stairs, Anna sprinted to the front door. Out of habit she peered through the keyhole. He almost filled her door frame, the backlighting of the street lamps picking up on the stubble on his head. She opened the door, stepping aside to let him in. "You on a run?" she asked, with a grin. Happy looked down at Anna standing there in boxer shorts and a white tank top. The thoughts of her that kept popping into his head this last week had surprised him. He'd expected that the sex would get her out of his system but in fact it had done the opposite. By Wednesday, it was like an itch he couldn't scratch and come Thursday, he'd made up his mind to go and see her. Now, seeing her with that curtain of shiny dark hair hanging loose almost to her waist and those green eyes glinting at him, he knew he'd made a good decision. "Nah" he shrugged, the beginning of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. In one swift motion, he flung her over his shoulder and caveman style started carrying her down the hallway in search of her bedroom. Out of his peripheral vision he could see the swell of her ass and without hesitation, he turned his head and sank his teeth in. "Been wanting to do that for a while" he rumbled, a rarely seen grin spreading across his face.

Thanks for reading! I hope that you enjoyed it!