Warning: Sexual content and kinda' a lot of swearing too, so if you're sensitive you should probably stay away from this :)
"Call me up if you are gangster. Don't be fancy, just get dancy. Why so serious? " Lilly sang as she danced around the kitchen.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge she used it as a microphone as the chorus began. "So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways!" she sang loudly as she jumped up and down, swinging her hips from left to right, arms waving around in the air. It was liberating. At least until she heard a knock on the door.
Glancing at the clock she saw that it was passed ten p.m. already. Who would decide to stop by at ten o'clock on a school night? Walking out of the kitchen she grabbed the gun she had stashed in the piano. Another knock on the door. A stronger knock than the last one.
Holding the gun behind her back, but still ready to draw it upon whoever it was on the other side of the door, Lilly quietly walked towards the window closest to the door. As a child her father had taught her to never use the peep-hole. Although she had not know about it as a six-year old, it had to do with her father shooting someone in the eye once because they looked in the peep-hole and he didn't want that to be his daughter one day.
Carefully pulling the curtain aside Lilly glanced outside. Letting out a sigh of relief when she realized who it was standing outside her door, Lilly moved away from the window.
As the initial feeling of relief faded, anger rose within her instead. Who did he think he was? Showing up here out of nowhere after three weeks. Throwing the door open she glared fiercely at him. "Whatcha' want?" she asked sourly.
The sour tone in her voice was noticed by Happy, however he simply gave her an emotionless look. "Clay sent me" he told her before walking past her, his chest brushing her shoulder.
Lilly swirled around. "Last time Clay sent you to baby-sit me, I was in danger because of some asshole Mayan threatening me. So you're telling me someone else is after me this time? Who is it? Is Chibs in danger too?" she asked, spitting out questions as she watched him walk around the living room, looking out the windows.
No answer. Just silence as he continued to look out the window that faced the street. "Excuse me? Could you at least answer my questions?" Lilly continued, not caring if he didn't want to talk to her. If she was in danger she had the right to know. God knows that she could protect herself, and Happy, much better if she knew what she was up against.
Happy actually acknowledged her this time, by turning around and looking at her with a slight frown upon his face. "That black SUV, is it usually parked down the street?" he asked her. Lilly shrugged as she walked up towards the window to see which car he was referring to.
Looking down the street she identified the car he was talking about. She didn't recognize it to be honest. And she had a feeling that it wouldn't be the answer Happy would want to hear. "Nah, I don't recognize the registration number" Lilly told him. It was a habit she had, memorizing every registration number on every car in her neighborhood. It was the easiest way to recognize an outsider's car.
Happy nodded slowly before pulling back from the window, grabbing Lilly's arm and pulling her with him. Lilly allowed him to pull her far enough to make it impossible for anyone sitting in the SUV to observe them before she turned around and looked into his dark eyes. "Are you going to tell me what's going on this time?" she asked.
Looking down at the younger girl, Happy shook his head. "The lesser you know, the better" he told her.
Lilly sighed. "Didn't we agree last time this scenario took place, that it is better if I know what is happening?" she asked him.
"That was last time" Happy replied coldly before turning around and heading towards the back of the house.
Lilly let out an aggravated sigh. "Whatever, asshole!" she called to him before stomping towards the kitchen, making sure that her steps could be heard to the back of the house as she sat down by the kitchen table and continued with the homework she'd been doing before she started dancing around the kitchen.
It didn't take long until she heard the same heavy footsteps approach the kitchen. It was ironic, when the man wanted to he could sneak up on anyone, not making a sound, but when he was with her he would stop forward like some damn elephant.
Knowing very well that he'd entered the kitchen, Lilly kept her gaze on the papers in front of her even though she could feel his harsh glare on her back. Suddenly a hand slammed down right beside her papers, making them fly in all directions. Lilly slowly turned her head, locking gazes with Happy.
What struck was the coldness in his dark eyes; she'd seen anger in them, passion in them, she had even seen an emotionless look in his eyes, which he often used while attending meetings. However she had never witnessed anything like this before; the harsh coldness made a shiver run down her back. And although she wanted nothing else than just look away and forget about it, she couldn't. She would not back down. Not from him. Not from anyone.
"I'm protecting you because Clay told me to. Don't mistake it for anything else" he said quietly, not whispering, just speaking very quietly. There was a dangerous note in his voice. The one of a killer. Lilly mentally cussed herself out for being surprised by it. She had known all along what he was, what he did for the club. Only certain people could perform that kind of job.
The words hit her hard. What he was actually saying that he did not give a fuck if she was in danger or not, he was simply here because Clay told him to. Feeling her temper flare, Lilly pushed the chair back and stood up. "We both know that is a lie" she stated.
Happy raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" he asked. "You in my head now too?" he continued as he stepped closer to her, his tall figure looming over her average sized one.
Lilly smirked at the man. "Please, darling, we both know I never left" she said cockily. Frankly, Lilly had no idea if this statement was true or not, but she was taking a risk. She wanted a rise out of him. She wanted to see with her own eyes that he cared for her. That he wasn't her only because of Clay's order.
It happened in a second. One moment she was standing in front of him, glaring up at him, her blue eyes darkened by anger. The next she was pushed up against the kitchen wall, his body pressed towards her own, nothing separating their bodies except the layers of clothes they were wearing. Lilly breathed heavily as her blue eyes met his dark ones. "There you go with your mind games, you little bitch" he said before kissing her.
Lilly leaned forward, deepening the kiss, as he still held her hands firmly above her head with one hand. Letting his other hand drift down her back, down to her ass, he grabbed it. Instinctively Lilly pressed closer to him. Happy moved his mouth down to her throat as he placed kisses all over her throat, kissing his way down to her collarbone. Moaning Lilly pulled free from the grip on her hands, moving her hands down his cut and his t-shirt, down to his pants.
Pulling the tank over her head, and swiftly removing her bra, Happy leaned back and took in the sight of her naked upper body in front of him. "Damn, you're beautiful, baby girl" he growled before he started sucking on her nipple. Moaning loudly, Lilly leaned her head back enjoying the sensation of his tongue playing with her nipple.
Putting his hands firmly on her hips, Happy hoisted her up and Lilly reacted by wrapping her legs around him. Carrying her over to the table as he sucked on her collarbone, he gently put her down before returning to her nipples. Then he started kissing his way down her mid-drift to her stomach until he reached the hem of her jeans. Swiftly removing them he tore off her lace panties, leaving her completely bare in front of him.
Standing up slightly he easily slid out of his cut and placed it on top of the fridge, then he swiftly pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it somewhere. Lilly sat up on the table, reaching for his belt. It took her a moment to get him loose from it, pulling his pants and boxers down in the process. Happy kissed her roughly, before separating her legs with his hands.
Pushing her back into a lying position on the table, he loomed over her as he placed kisses all over her body. "You want this?" he asked roughly. Lilly simply looked at him. No words were necessary. A small smirk spread across Happy's lips as he pushed into her.
Moaning loudly as he began pushing into her, it didn't take long for the two of them to fall into the same rhythm. "Oh Happy!" Lilly moaned loudly as he sped up the pace slightly.
They were so lost in each other that they didn't hear the sound of a car screeching outside the house. They did hear the sound of automatic guns go off though. Reacinting simultaneously they grabbed each other and rolled off the table landing on the cold floor as the bullets flew through the walls and inside the home.
Lilly had landed on top of Happy in the process of the rolling, although Happy did not allow her to remain there for too long. He easily flipped them over, so that his body was covering Lilly's from the bullets that were flying through the air. Time passed slowly, what felt like an hour was probably a minute, then the gun shots seized and the sound of a car driving away in high speed could be heard. For a moment they allowed themselves to lay there, breathing heavily and looking into each other's eyes. The sound of yelling from outside made them snap out of it, realizing that the house would be flooded with cops within minutes. And somehow Lilly suspected that they wouldn't be too happy to find them in their current position.
Happy swore quietly as he pushed himself off the floor, looking around trying to find his clothes. "This shit only happens in Charming" he muttered to himself. Lilly didn't bother to respond, instead she simply headed up the stairs to grab some new clothes rather than start looking for her old ones, which Happy had tossed somewhere.
After swiftly dressing, Lilly took a deep breath and leaned against the door processing what had just happened. During her almost eighteen years of living she had gotten into a whole lot of crazy shit, although being in a drive-by shooting while having sex on the kitchen table of your Godfather's house with a man who belonged to the same biker club as the Godfather in question. No, she'd never been in a situation like this before.