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Hard driving

As Happy steered the truck with his left hand, he found his arm reaching over the girl to keep her in place as he pulled up to a red light. At the contact Twozy adjusted and slid her hand onto his thigh under the bunched up hoodie and the other under his thigh. Her fingers twitched every so often and she would mumble in her sleep.

By the time they hit the highway Happy was feeling a little tight in the pants. The silence of the cab, the warm air, her occasional sighs and warm hands that gripped and fluttered in alternating patterns all left room for his brain to envision waking her to his hard dick and putting those lips she kept licking in her sleep to good use.

His foot got heavy on the gas, but luck was on his side, the roads were clear of cops. He kept seeing her in his head; in the rare moments her guard was down, how she seemed to just be lost. Her appeal to Hap, as sick as it sounded in his head, was the fact that she was fragile and young. That and her artistry at keeping everyone around her fooled. It pulled at a something in him, he wanted to watch her take it all and become more.

He got that the girl was as strong as she was frail. She had strength, loyalty, courage and love that had all been annealed in the forge of brutal betrayal at the hand of her father. That which should have left her brittle, bitter and weak had instead been reshaped into a blade, now was the time for her to sharpen it to a fine edge.

Love was a weight for her. She didn't know how to be with anyone other than the boy, and as much as the boy felt the same, his world had opened up. At some point they were gonna both need more than just each other. That left the girl with two roads, fall and become only the brittle, broken bits; or she would have to let go and reach for more. She needed to make herself real in her own mind. Her perky, cocky act would have to meld in with all her broken bits. Happy wanted to be there when that happened, wanted to be what she reached for., wanted to be the one she created the edge with.

Happy had never had an old lady because he had never found a woman he though was worth it. However, if he let himself admit it, since the first time he'd seen her, she had managed to filter into his head. Over the last year, that image had replaced whichever naked bitch he had in front of him.

From what he had seen of the girl she was at the cusp of a fall. Things were shifting. Reality was being pushed into the bubble that she and the boy had managed to create in their years on the run. The bubble in which they had only each other had been popped. The boy wanted more, needed more. Hap knew without a doubt that the girl needed it too.

She slept the whole three hours before they got to the meeting with the war canoe. A place outside the main part of town, at a boat launch site, off the beaten path. When Hap parked and killed the engine Twozy stirred. Her sleep laden voice was muffled and barely audible as she asked. "Were we at bro?"

"Boat launch. Twenty minutes early. Your…" Twozy's hands clamped around his leg for a split second before she bolted straight up. Wiping at her mouth, she slowly turned to look at him. For a second time the girl was just that, a girl, no front. He got a glimpse of her that took his breath away. Her look, raw and uncensored, held him entranced. There was that pull again and this time it over rode all his misgivings. Yet he also saw the innocence of her in the shy, embarrassed blush staining her cheeks as her lip was pinched between her teeth.

When she dropped her head for a second the curtain of purple, sleep tangled hair fell over and blocked his view. He felt a surge of disappointment. When she looked up again the bright smile was in place and her eyes were once more shuttered.

Happy had been half way hard most of the trip, but that one moment of unguarded innocence he glimpsed from her had him straining his zipper. He didn't think, he just reached over and pulled her in. His mouth brushed hers slowly. He felt her tense at the first contact. He pulled back just far enough to look into her eyes. The moment he felt her give in he pulled her in again, gently brushing his lips across hers at first until he felt her mouth open and her tongue lap at his bottom lip; then he deepened the kiss, his own tongue lapping into hers and pulling back until she would shyly dart her own into his.

When he felt her pushing in further, letting him deeper, he pulled back and found her once more unguarded. His hands slid to the nape of her neck, his fingers sliding into the tangled mass, keeping her in place. His voice rolled over her.

"That's who I want. Cut the hustle shit when you look at me. I want to see all that shit; anger, pain, all that. I want to see the bitch who can hold her own. Own that shit 'cause you sure as fuck earned it with every smack and every shit word. You earned the right to be pissed scared and hurt; all of it's yours… so is all the good shit you made of yourself, the love the loyalty. All that pain breaks most. You and you alone made it into something strong."

He didn't give her a chance to reply or think, he just pulled her in and kissed her again, deep and demanding this time. Twozy's brain was in a scramble to catch up to her over-heated body. He seemed to be taking over. She couldn't organize a thought. What she felt at his hands left her unhinged.

In the distance there was a rolling thunder of drums. Twozy used it as a tow back into herself; the heavy rolling beat pulled her back. She pulled away and quickly opened the door and climbed out. She looked at Hap, her guards back in place, and she heard Hap growl deep in his throat.

She shut the cab door and started heading toward the dock, leaving Hap in the cab grinding his teeth.