"I've been feeling everything from hate to love, from love to lust, from lust to truth. I guess that's how I know you so I hold you close to help you give it up..."

December 23, 2007 - Midnight

SAMCRO Clubhouse

Jacey sat on the picnic table outside of the clubhouse, watching her brother and Uncle Tig go hand in hand in the ring. She looked around the area to see Katie and Opie talking, Clay and Gemma were sitting together watching the fight and then there was Happy who was currently pushing a croweater away from and getting up to go inside the clubhouse.

Jacey watched his eyes land on her and she looked away, clearly she was still working through her own shit and refused to let him back in. When she looked away from Happy, she noticed that Kozik was staring at her so she smiled at him before turning her attention back to the fight that was coming to an end.

"Come to my room with me..." A raspy, low whisper forced the blonde to turn around and she cocked an eyebrow at the man who was now holding his hand out to her. The blonde nodded her head and got off the bench, ignoring his offer of help.

They walked to his dorm room, in silence and boy was it awkward for Jacey. He unlocked and opened the door for the blonde, closing the door when they were both on the room. "What do you want?"

"You." He walked closer to her, ignoring the look of annoyance cross her face.

She shook her head, backing away from him. "That's not an option anymore. You break shit off with me." All the while a knowing smirk was on her face.

"Yeah, we mended our fences. Or at least I thought we did?" He looked at her sideways, no amusement present in the room any longer.

Jacey nodded her head, agreeing with the man. "You're right, we did but that doesn't mean we continue whatever it is we had going on, Happy."

"Let me back in, Jace... I fucked up, but so did you... We made mistakes and we apologized for that shit too. Come on, baby." He moved closer to her , a hand reaching out to her. Her blue eyes looked down at his hand briefly before her they flickered back up to meet his dark eyes and she simply pushed passed him to the door.

Her hand was on the knob before she looked back to now see a very angry biker staring at her. "I'm just a whore, no better than the croweaters except I'm confused because I don't wanna settle down and they do." She bit back a laugh and wiped her face free of a few involuntary tears. "Or so you and Tig said."

"JACEY!" He shouted as the door slowly closed and he was left alone. "Shit!"

Teller-Morrow House

2PM

Jacey laid in her mother's bed, her head in her mother's lap as Gemma ran her fingers through her hair. "Tell me what's wrong, baby... I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

Jacey just shook her head, sniffling. "It's ok, Ma... I'm fine."

"Is it that asshole?" Gemma stopped her ministrations and leaned over to gauge her daughter's reaction.

Jacey just closed her eyes as she brought a hand up to wipe her face. "I don't wanna talk about it, Ma."

"Too bad, Jacey. Spill it all."

Jacey shot up out of her comfortable spot on her mother's bed, frantically running her hands through her hair. "He called me a whore, said I was no better than the croweaters and sweetbutts. He's all over the place, Ma. One minute he's missing me and wanting me to let him in but to the guys, he's calling me a whore and a slut and whatever else he can pull out of his stupid ass." She propped herself against the dresser drawers that was placed near the window. "Ma, I don't wanna be here for Christmas dinner..."

"He's just pissed off because you had a back up plan just in case you and him didn't work out so he's talking his shit to the guys, pretending that he isn't hurt what what happened... You know, since he's been back at the clubhouse, he has pushed every single solitary piece of ass away from him." Gemma smiled, standing up out of the bed. "You'll be here or I'll have Opie come to your apartment and drag your ass all the way to the dinner table by your hair. I will make sure he ties you to the chair, too."

Jacey rolled her eyes, listening to her mother give her a lesson. "Is that so, Ma? He doesn't wanna look like a little bitch? Since when did caring about someone or liking someone make a person a bitch? People are so stupid, Ma... No no no. I don't want to be around a bunch of people who think I'm nothing but a slut."

"I don't know baby, but you'll have to be at that dinner and you're gonna make your move. Make everyone know that's he's yours and you guys are just having a little fight right now." And there they were, Gemma's words of wisdom.

December 24, 2007

SAMCRO Clubhouse

Happy sat at the bar, ignoring everyone, just drinking a beer. His phone vibrated, signaling a text had come in. He picked up the phone and flipped it open, looking at the sender's name.

Can you come over? I'm sure you hate me but I need you here.

Happy ran a hand down his face and shook his head. Why was she so sure that he hated her? Why was he such a dumbass to even have her thinking that he hated her? He didn't hate her, hell, he didn't even dislike her. He couldn't do it, he cared about her way too much.

He didn't bother texting back, just grabbed his phone and put it in his pocket. Finishing off his beer, he quickly left the clubhouse, ignoring his brothers questions about where he was headed.

He drove immediately there, not stoppin for anything only wanting to get there as fast he could. Especially since she asked him to come to her, told him she needed him and there was no damn way in hell that he wouldn't be right there for her.

Pulling into the parking lot of the apartment complex, he quickly backed his bike into the empty spot beside her red Beamer and killed the ignition. He hung his helmet on the handlebars and made his way up the flight of stairs leading to her apartment and approached the door.

The door swung open before he could even catch his breath and she grabbed the lapels of his cut, pulling him to her. He didn't even get a look at her face but he knew she was pissed and she needed a distraction.

Her mouth was on his before he could react to being yanked into the dark apartment. His rough were sliding up the back of her thighs and onto her bare cheeks, not even meaning to push the tshirt -that he recognized as his- up her body. Her hands were unbuckling his belt buckle and pushing the jeans down before he knew what was really happening.

"Babe..." He trailed off as her hands trailed up his shirt to his pecs before her perfectly manicured nails clawed down to his boxers which hanging extremely low on his hips. "Shit, baby." Her small hand began stroking his semi hard member and he let a moan fall from his mouth. Damn, he missed her, he missed this and he needed for it to last a lot longer than what she had in mind.

Her hand fell from his achingly hard cock and he groaned, making her laugh. "What do you want, Happy?"

"You, baby. Please don't stop!" He barked, letting her know he didn't appreciate the leave of absence her hand had taken from his body. He had never begged a woman for anything before but he needed her touch, fuck it, he needed her. She smirked, backing away from him and his grasp only to close the front door and leave the living room. "I'm not playing these games tonight, come back here!"

Happy walked after her, tossing his cut and t-shirt somewhere in the living room after he quickly kicked off his boots and his jeans and boxers went flying across the room as his naked figure appeared in the kitchen. He saw her opening a beer bottle and turning it up before she turned around and offered him the beer. The man quickly took it, taking a swig of it before setting it on the table beside him and slowly stalking toward her.

Once she got in his reach, he was gripping her hips, turning her around to face away from him and he was snaking his hands up her body. One hand found its way in between her thighs and the other was pulling her shirt off her body, only for it to be tossed onto the table and knock the beer over. She started to move to clean up the mess when his grip got tighter and he started to grind his hips against hers. Her head flung back and she moaned, letting her need for him become very apparent.

Hap dug his fingers into her hips with bruising force as he bent her over the counter and began directing his hard cock through her folds. "Oh god, Hap!" Her moans definitely didn't go unnoticed, especially when she cried out. In one quick motion, he was inside of her and breathing a sigh of relief. "Harder, Happy, please!" The man was gonna ignore her, he wanted to savor the moment, the feeling of her and he wanted to take it slow. So that's was he was doing until he felt her nails dig into his thigh and he knew she needed him to be rough and hard with her. He knew she needed that so he obliged, thrusting deep into her, relishing in the feeling of her, the sounds that were swallowing the room and the warm feeling that was quickly washing over him.

He felt her walls clench around him and he smirked, riding through her waves until he began to reach his own climax, pouring his seed into her, never letting up on harsh grip he had on her hips.

"Goddamn it, woman, I love you..." He whispered against her skin after he pulled her upright and started kissing her neck.

AN: Here yaaa gooo, lovers ;)
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