I do not own any part of Sons of Anarchy and this story will not really follow the story line of the show. Rated mature for language/sex/and violence...you know all the good stuff.
Emelia didn't want to talk about it, but Koz was pissed and kept pressing her to spill the details. She just wanted to drink until she passed out, because only then would the pain go away. So they compromised. Koz gave her alcohol and when she was drunk enough, she explained what happened.
"I walked outside and he was fucking some bitch over a table. Never even knew I was there. Someone must have told him I stormed out. Guess he put two and two together" she slurred.
"Emmy, I'm sorry." he said and then paused for a second before continuing. "This is exactly why I didn't want you with any of my brothers. We're not known to be the faithful type."
"Yeah, it seems that I'm a magnet for the unfaithful. I should probably figure out why that is."
After a long pause, and a few more gulps of Jack, Emelia looked at Koz and said "I love him Koz".
"He loves you too Emmy. For christ's sake I was there when he told you."
"You don't tell a girl you love her after she catches you fucking someone else. If he loved me, then he wouldn't have hurt me like that" she snapped.
"He fucked up and he knows it. He also knows that I'm going to kick his ass for it. Do you want me to keep him away for a while?" he asked.
"Yeah. It sucks that the person who is usually there to help me get over stuff like this, is the one who caused it. I'm mourning lost love and friendship, some how that makes it hurt so much more."
"I know baby" he replied and wrapped his arms around her as she cried.
Emelia woke up the next morning to the sound of the doorbell ringing. Her head hurt terribly, probably from a mixture of crying and drinking. Dressed in only a t-shirt and boyshorts, she made it down the stairs and to the door. She was more than surprised to see Gemma standing on the other side of it.
"Well you look like hell" she said as she let herself into the house.
"Yeah well I kind of feel like it too. Why are you here?" she said slightly annoyed at Gemma's statement.
"I heard what happened. Most of the club probably has by now. Juice doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut." she replied, completely ignoring the tone of Emelia's question.
"So you've come to check up on me then?"
"You could say that. I've come to tell you that I get what you're going through. Having your man stray hurts like hell. The rules of a run don't apply at home. He fucked up there. But if you love him, you figure out a way to let it go, and move on. Don't let this be a deal breaker. You two have something good, I can see that."
Emelia shook her head in disbelief.
"It is a deal breaker for me Gemma. I told Happy when we decided to start this, that I wouldn't accept him being unfaithful, ever. He agreed to that. He fucked up so now it's over. Now, I appreciate your words of wisdom, but I just want to deal with this my way. So please leave me to my wallowing and binge drinking." Emelia replied with an edge to her voice.
"Alright sweetheart, do it your way. I'll be around if you need anymore words of wisdom" she replied mockingly.
After Gemma left, Emelia looked at the clock and remembered that she had to be at work in an hour. For this she was glad. It would keep her mind occupied for most of the day, and she wouldn't have to see anyone from the Club.
That plan didn't work out so well. Natalia, being the caring friend that she was, kept texting her throughout the day asking her how she was doing. So of course she kept thinking about how miserable she was feeling. Then right before her shift was over, she was outside on her smoke break when she saw bikes coming her way. She was relieved when she saw that it was her brother, but then she spotted the other rider.
"Really Herman, you brought him with you?" she asked once he stepped in front of her.
"He's staying on the bike Emmy. I had no choice. I just came to tell you that I'm going to be gone for a day or two. Gotta make a run up to Indian Hills. Most of us are going, Hap included."
"Okay. Be safe. Love you" she replied, the whole time glancing between him and Happy.
Happy wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at her from his bike. He looked sad, and for a second Emelia felt bad for him, but then quickly remembered that he deserved it.
She quickly hugged Koz goodbye, before putting out her cigarette and walking back inside.
After her shift was over, Emelia went home to find Natalia sitting on the steps, waiting for her.
"Hey. I thought we could have a girls night in. We can get drunk and watch movies. I won't even mention Happy if you don't want me to." Natalia said with a smile.
"Okay. It sure beats drinking alone" Emelia replied with a weak laugh.
By the time they were on the third movie, Emelia was quite drunk, while Natalia had passed out on the couch. 'She's always been a lightweight' Emelia thought to herself, and laughed.
Now that she was alone, however, she began to think about Happy, which led to thinking about Carmen. Then she began to think about the countless others who cheated and broke her heart, even if they didn't have her full heart to begin with. Why did everyone stray? Was it her? Was she not good enough? God, she needed more to drink, but there wasn't anymore alcohol in the house. Suddenly a thought popped in to her head, the clubhouse had lots of alcohol. She could go there.
Her drunken mind decided that going to the clubhouse was a great idea, and before she knew it she was staggering down the street in her pajamas. As she made the trip, her mind was on overdrive. Everything was becoming so clear to her. It was all her fault. There must be something lacking in her, because she couldn't keep anyone happy. She couldn't keep anyone from straying.
Stumbling into the clubhouse, she noticed that it was empty. Everyone must be off doing something. She didn't care though. All she wanted to do was find some more to drink and try to figure out what it was about her that made everyone decide that she wasn't worth a commitment.
Making her way over to the bar, she leaned over and tried to grab a bottle, but only succeeded in knocking over a few.
"Just great" she mumbled and started to pick up the pieces.
Just then Tig walked in, no dobut hearing the crash of the bottles. Noticing Emelia on the floor, he walked over and began to help.
"What are you doing here doll?" he asked.
"Stealing your alcohol" she answered honestly, and with a slight slur to her words.
"By the look of it, I think you've had enough already" he responded standing up to throw away the glass in his hands.
Reaching back down to her, he offered a hand to help her up. She took it and he helped her over to a stool before sitting next to her. Looking at him, she decided that it was in fact a good thing that he was here. He had always been one of the most honest people she knew. He would tell her the truth that she needed to hear.
"Tig, I need you to tell me the truth" she said while looking right into his face.
"About what?" he asked quizzically.
"What's wrong with me? I need to know why I can't keep people happy, why everyone looks elsewhere. What am I lacking?" she asked. "Please just tell me so I can fix it. I want to fix it" she continued with tears in her eyes.
"Oh baby" he said as he took her hands in his own. "You aren't lacking anything."
She looked at him and for some reason, maybe it was the copious amounts of alcohol in her system, she leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed back for a few seconds before lightly pushing her away.
"Emmy what are you doing?"
What was she doing? She was drunk and heartbroken and kissing Tig. She knew this was a terrible idea, but right now she didn't care. She wanted, no needed, to feel something besides sadness. Sex had always been her way of coping with overwhelming emotion. A way of shutting off her feelings for a while.
"It's too much Tig. I'm so broken and I don't want to feel like this anymore" she replied with such sadness. "Please make it go away" she pleaded.
The look in his eyes assured her that he understood what she needed, and it was only a few seconds before he pulled her to him.
Crashing his lips to hers, he grabbed a hold of her hips and lifted her on to the bar, moving to stand between her legs. Wrapping her legs around him, she could feel his hard length pressing into her core. His hands moved under her shirt and over her bra-less breasts. He groaned when he felt that, and then lifted her shirt and took one into his mouth, sucking her nipple hard. She cried out in pleasure and gripped his curls in her hand. He turned his attention to the other breast, and as he sucked on it, ran his hand down her stomach and began to rub the small bit of skin between her hips. The sensations he was creating by touching her there had her breathing heavily. He returned to kissing her again and she was so lost in it, that she didn't feel his hand go in her pants until his fingers ran over her and dove inside. She arched hard, into his hand and moaned loudly.
Drunk and dizzy with pleasure, she fumbled to remove his clothes as he continued to touch her. She just finished undoing his pants when she felt her orgasm approaching. When he removed his hand, she made a noise of disappointment, and he smirked.
"Don't worry doll, I'm gonna give you what you need. Now help me undress this beautiful body."
They worked together to undress her completely, and when they were done, he grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, entering her in one fluid motion. He fucked her long and hard, and when he bit down on the crook of her neck she came with a loud cry of "oh fuck". He followed her a few thrusts later, collapsing against her.
Slipping out of her, he picked her up off the bar, but didn't set her down.
"Let's take this to my room. I'm not done with you just yet, and I wouldn't want anyone to walk in on us" he said as he began to carry her to the dorms.
Still in a haze from her orgasm, she just wrapped her legs around him and began to kiss his neck as he walked.
Waking up the next morning, Emelia rolled over to find Tig sitting on the bed staring at her.
"No one can find out about this" he said seriously.
"And here I was going to shout it from the rooftops" she replied sarcastically.
"I'm serious Emmy."
"I know Tig. The last thing I need is more shit in my life. I'm not going to say anything. I don't regret it though. Do you?"
"Hell no. You're fucking amazing. But.."
"But Koz would kill you" she interrupted.
"It's not Koz I'm worried about doll. It's Happy."
"Happy doesn't give a shit about me. He fucked everything up. We're over" she spat out angrily.
"May be over, but Hap cares about you and if he found out I just spent all night fucking you he'd cut off my dick and feed it to me."
"Whatever" she said and rolled her eyes. "My lips are sealed. Now how am I going to get out of here without being seen?"
"We'll just tell the partial truth, you got drunk and crashed here. I'll say I slept in another room" he said.
Emelia got up to find her clothes, only to remember that they had been left by the bar.
"Here. I brought them in here after you passed out" he said handing her clothes to her.
She began to dress and noticed that her panties were missing.
"Where are my panties?"
"I'm keeping these" he replied pulling them out of his cut and smiling at her. "I need something to help me remember this later."
"Wow that's not creepy at all Tig" she joked.
He just shrugged and put them back in his cut.
"See you out there doll" he said and walked over to kiss her once more before leaving the room.
'Last night was great' she thought to herself. But she knew it hadn't fixed anything. She couldn't help but feel like maybe it might have just made things worse.
TIG'S POV:
He knew he had fucked up. Emelia was still Happy's girl even if she claimed they were over. He knew better. But god had she been so beautifully broken. The way she looked at him, wanting to know what it was about her that made her not good enough, had him feeling heartbroken and hard at the same time. When she kissed him, he wanted nothing more than to just go with it. Fuck. He had wanted her since he first saw her in Charming. But that little part of him that was still good, told him that she was vulnerable and that he was taking advantage of her. Pushing her away was the right thing to do, even if it was the last thing he wanted to do. But his resolve to do the right thing had been shot to hell when she begged him to make her feelings go away. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. Just like him, sex was her escape, her coping mechanism.
Fuck. He knew it was a bad idea, but he wanted her bad. And the idea that she needed him just as bad, had overwhelmed that small part of him that was good.
Fucking her had been better than he had fantasized. He now knew one of the reasons why she had Hap so twisted up. But he also knew that he had to make sure that Hap never found that out. This would be a huge betrayal in his brother's eyes, but fuck if Emelia hadn't made it worth it.
