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.

She didn't feel any better today, then she did yesterday. She knew she had to suck it up and face everyone though. Putting a fake smile on her face she walked out of Tig's dorm, but ran straight into someone.
"So, this is dealing with it your way" Gemma stated accusingly.
"I don't know what you're implying Gemma, but you're wrong."
"Oh I'm not implying anything, I'm flat-out saying it. Fucking Tig isn't gonna fix your problems sweetheart. It's only gonna complicate them."
Feeling cornered and not wanting to start an argument, Emelia sighed and then spoke softly.
"It was a one time thing. It's not going to happen again. Please don't say anything Gemma. I don't want to cause any problems" she pleaded.
"It's a little late for that baby, but I'll keep my mouth shut. We don't need a shit storm right now" she replied and then walked away without another word.

Walking into the main room, she saw Koz, Tig, Chibs, Juice, and Happy sitting at a table eating breakfast and talking. 'I guess they're back from their run' she thought. Happy looked surprised that she was there, but before he could ask, Koz spoke up.
"Emmy what the hell are you doing here? Did you sleep here?" he asked noticing her pajama pants.
"I.." she started but was interrupted by Tig.
"She showed up last night drunk as fuck, mumbling a bunch a nonsense. I was gonna take her back home but she probably would have fallen off my bike. Told her to just crash here" he stated nonchalantly.
"How did you get here Emmy?" Koz asked. "Please tell me you didn't drive like that."
"Fuck no I didn't. I walked here" she replied sharply.
"Why did you come here?" Happy spoke up.
"Natalia passed out early and...Shit! Natalia. She's probably wondering where the hell I am." she said before running out of the clubhouse.
Realizing she didn't have her car, she came back in a few seconds later.
"Can someone take me home?" she asked the room.
"I will" Happy offered.
"Anyone?" she asked again, ignoring the fact that Happy even spoke.
Happy growled. Sensing the tension between the two, Tig offered before Happy had a chance to speak again.
Happy clearly didn't like it that Tig was taking her and grabbed his arm as they were walking out.

TIG'S POV:

"Go ahead outside Emmy. I'll be right there" Tig said, before turning back to Happy.
"You trying to get in between me and my girl?" he asked. There was definitely more than one meaning to that question.
'If only he knew' he thought to himself. The guilt was settling in deeper by the minute, but he couldn't worry about that now.
"Nah man. Just trying to ease the tension. She's still really upset about everything. Figured you and her going at it wouldn't help." he replied.
Happy just stared at him for a second, no doubt searching him for any sign that he was lying, before nodding his head.
"Alright man. Thanks. Get her home safe."

As he drove to Emelia's, with her on the back of his bike all he could think about was how fucked he was. He had been right earlier, when he told her that for Happy it wasn't over yet. The way he was acting, had Tig realizing that Happy loved Emelia. Fuck, he wished he had seen this before. He hadn't just fucked the girl that Happy claimed, he fucked the girl that he was in love with. That was so much fucking worse. He felt like a dead man walking.

When Emelia got home, there was a note from Natalia telling her that she left for work and she would call her later. So she showered, changed, and grabbed her car keys. There were a few errands she needed to run, and then she would head over to Teller-Morrow and surprise Natalia with lunch.
Pulling into the lot, she saw Happy working on his bike. Her heart immediately ached. As much as she was trying to stay angry and hate him, she knew she didn't. She loved him, and missed him terribly. As if he could sense her presence, he looked up and his eyed locked with hers. He looked so apologetic. It was something she rarely saw with him. He was the kind of person who never regretted his actions, and never apologized for them either. But he had apologized to her the other night when she caught him. He had pleaded for her forgiveness. Pleading. Another thing he never did. Oh God. He had meant it when he told her he loved her. He had been so vulnerable in front of her, and she had thrown it right back in his face. She needed to talk to him. There was no way she would just forgive him and take him back, but he deserved the chance to explain himself.
Walking up to him, she could see the surprise in his eyes. Just this morning she had ignored him completely.
"Hey." she said quietly.
"Emmy..."
"Not here Hap. We need to talk, but not out here" she interrupted.
"Let's go inside then" he replied and motioned her towards the door.
As they walked inside they passed Tig, and Happy asked him if they could use his dorm to talk.
Emelia saw the strange look in Tig's eye, it was the same one she probably had. He told Happy yes, and they walked off down the hall.
It felt weird to be talking to Happy in the same room that she had fucked his brother in the night before. They needed to do this though, so she pushed that feeling down and spoke.
"I need to know why you fucked that girl. You said you were protecting me. What did you mean by that?" she asked, summoning all the strength she had not to cry.
"It sounds fucked up, I know. But it's true. I get in this mood after I work on somebody, it's like I have all this pent-up anger and energy that needs to be released. I thought that if I came home, that I would scare you with how intense I can get. But I was wrong. I know that now. I wasn't thinking clearly and I hurt you. Fuck Emmy, I never wanted to hurt you like this. I love you. You can believe it or not, but it's fucking true. I've never felt like this before. You're in my head all the time and I miss you when we're apart. Fuck, I feel like such a pussy with this shit."
She laughed at that. Listening to him speak, had tears streaming down her face and all she wanted to do was reach out and hug him. So she did. He immediately wrapped his arm around her and pulled her as close to him as he could get. Being in his arms felt amazing. It felt like home, as cliché as that sounds. There were so many emotions running through her, and it was so overwhelming that all she could do is sob.
Happy pushed her away softly and grabbed her face with his hands. Looking at her tears, he reached up and wiped them away gently. It was such a tender thing to do, so unlike him, that it made her heart jump a bit.
"I'm trying so hard to hate you, but I can't. I don't. I love you" she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying.
Immediately she felt his lips on hers. It wasn't a soft kiss, it was hard and full of emotion. For a split second she thought about pushing him away, but decided against it. Her heart was racing and her body was on fire with her need for him. His hands tangled in her hair, and after a minute he pulled it gently to tilt her head so that he could kiss her neck. She whimpered as soon as his lips touched her skin. His hand found its way under her shirt and began massaging her bra covered breasts. Backing her up, her knees hit the bed, and he carefully shoved her down on it. As soon as her back hit the mattress, she felt a wave of guilt hit her. She couldn't do this with him on this bed. It felt incredibly wrong to fuck him on the same bed that less than 24 hours ago she was fucking his brother in.
"Baby, not on Tig's bed. Who knows what we could catch" she lied.
He just laughed before picking her up and carrying her over to the dresser and setting her down on it. He quickly removed his cut and t-shirt, while she removed her shirt and bra. 'God he's so hot' she thought as he eyes travelled over his upper body. His eyes were doing the same to her, and he leaned forward and captured her lips once again. Her body was humming just from his kisses, and when he reached down and twisted her nipple, she moaned loudly. He wasted no time replacing his hand with his mouth, and began working her over with his tongue. The tingling between her legs was intense and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second. Her need to feel him inside her was so strong, so she reached down and began unbuckling his pants.
She got his belt undone and his pants, but just as she went to reach inside and grab his cock, he grabbed her hand.
"What's the rush baby?" he whispered in her ear.
"Hap you're killing me. I need you inside me, please."
"You know I love it when you beg" he replied before reaching up her skirt and rubbing her though her underwear. She was soaked and she knew that he could feel it.
"Fuck baby. You weren't kidding" he said and then quickly moved her panties to the side and plunged two fingers inside of her, curling them to touch the spot she so desperately needed him to. He had her coming in a matter of minutes. Removing his fingers, he licked them clean, and Emelia thought it was one of the hottest things she had ever seen. Happy yanked her pants off and then pulled his down just enough to free himself. Pulling her closer to the edge of the dresser, he lined himself up and then pushed inside of her as he kissed her simultaneously. He swallowed her loud moan, which was a good thing, because it probably would have been heard from outside the clubhouse.
He continued to fuck her until she clenched around him and dug her nails into his back. That sent him over the edge as well, and a few thrusts later he came with a grunt before leaning his forehead on hers. They were both still trying to catch their breath, when Emelia spoke.
"That was incredible, but it's not going to fix everything. I love you Happy, but we need to work some shit out. I can't just go back to the way things were. I need some time to be able to trust you again, if I can even do that."
"I know Emmy. We can just figure it out as we go. I promise that I'm going to prove to you that you can trust me again. I don't want to lose you."

As they began to redress, she couldn't help but smile. Maybe things were on their way to getting better.