Disclaimer-I would gold medal in owning the Sons of Anarchy, but Kurt got there first. Fucker. Everything else is mine.
It was tangible evidence of Ace's place in his life that every time she was in his bed, he woke up even closer to her than he had been when he'd fallen asleep. Ace was facedown, her arms stretched out over her head, and Happy was half on top of her, one leg between hers, and an arm thrown across her so that his hand wrapped loosely around her wrist. Cracking open an eye he traced the line of their arms until he got to her left hand, ring in place. He liked having one more claim on her, especially one that any man would recognize, even if the ink on her didn't mean anything to them. He wondered how many more markers she'd allow him to put on her before she got fed up with his possessive tendencies.
Happy released her arm, running his hand up to her shoulder and then down her side to her hip, just barely propped off of the bed, since her left knee was bent the slightest bit underneath her. He wanted to let her sleep, but also knew that that was an unrealistic expectation since she was naked and he was already hard. The skin on the back of her neck was practically begging for his attention, so he shifted far enough to lick up from her shoulder to the back of her neck. She was starting to stir beneath him, so he abandoned his grip on her hip and gathered her hair over her head, tangling his hand in it. From his vantage point he saw her cheek rise when she smiled and he sucked on the skin behind her ear, which made her bite her lip.
"Mmm, don't start, Hap." She whined, trying halfheartedly to pull away. "I'm fucking starving."
"Oh, me too." He assured her, laughing as he crawled down her body. He pulled her hips up and back so that she was spread wide, half kneeling, with her chest still laid flat. His mouth was practically watering as he admired the pretty picture she made, still flushed and limp from sleep. She was getting ready to protest, though, so he didn't waste any time putting his mouth all over her pussy. He set a hard pace for her, and he groaned when he slid his tongue inside her and found her dripping wet.
"Don't you dare cum, yet." He growled against her, then went back to working her clit, feeling her legs trembling as she tried to obey him.
"Hap….." Ace moaned, pushing up on her elbows. He sat back up and pushed two, then three fingers inside her, watching the metal of his wedding band disappearing into her.
"Shiiiiit." He drawled, and looked up to find her staring him down over her shoulder.
"You'd better either fuck me or let me finish myself off." She warned, pushing herself onto his hand even further. She started to reach down to make good on her promise, but he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and caught her wrist.
"As much as I love watching you fuck yourself, I think I can handle this." He promised, pushing her knees further apart and pulling her back onto his cock. She moaned, and Happy barely caught himself before he pushed her shoulders down hard to the mattress. It sent a flash of panic through him to know how fast he could have ruined this for her. Changing tacks, he drew her up, banding an arm around her to support her weight. She arched her back hard, laying her temple against his cheek and wrapping an arm back around his neck. It was such an unexpected angle that he couldn't help cursing. She further rocked him by taking hold of his hand and sliding it down her body to where they were joined. It was heady feeling her from the inside out, and he let her move his hand against her, concentrating hard on not coming first and knowing that the second she did, he wouldn't be able to hold out any further.
"Talk to me." She begged, and nipped his jaw.
"Yeah?" He asked and she whimpered. "You like that dick, filthy girl?" He could feel her trying to hold out on cumming for as long as possible, and he pulled both their hands away from her pussy, and she cried out in frustration. "I asked you a fucking question, Ace. Tell me how much you want to cum on my cock, baby."
"Oh God, please, Hap." She gasped, trying to force his hand back to her pussy, but he resisted easily.
"Tell me." He demanded and caught her mouth with his. When she broke away, her eyes were hot and locked on his.
"I fucking love it." She panted, direct and honest, no demure little bitch playing games. He loved her for that, and couldn't have been more grateful that she still had it in her.
"Fuck." He groaned and let her use his hand to get herself off, cumming hard inside her when her pussy clamped down on his cock.
When they'd both resurfaced from the aftermath of their respective orgasms, Happy brought them both back down to the bed, turning Ace so that they were facing each other, her head tucked underneath his chin. It struck him again that while he hadn't ever liked much physical contact with women if they weren't fucking, he was wholly addicted to having his hands on his woman, in bed or out. Some part of him had always thought that men who let a woman become the center of their attention were weak willed, but keeping Ace had required every iota of strength and discipline he had, and he was sure he'd still fallen short of the mark, and Ace was just incredibly forgiving of his flaws.
"Come take a shower?" He grunted, still not fully capable of conversation.
"No, you go ahead." She told him, turning her face up to his, a lazy contented smile on it. "I'm going to go find Tig as soon as my legs stop feeling like jelly."
"For what?" Happy asked, rolling away from her and standing.
"Breakfast, then I think I'm going to go hit stuff." Ace yawned, and sat up to watch him going to shower. "Is that alright?"
"Yeah, it's fine." He said, looking surprised that she'd asked. "You need to know how to defend yourself and its better if he teaches you."
"OK. I just didn't know where you were at with him." She shrugged.
"We're fine, crazy Ace." He called over his shoulder.
Certain that she would never understand how beating the piss out of each other made things better for men, Ace scooted to the side of the bed with every intention of seeking out some breakfast. She was distracted by the drawings on Happy's nightstand, though. There were three sheets with different variations on a string of Celtic knotwork, and a second, separate piece, with a tally made up of bloody scythes. They were both beautiful in their own ways, but something about it made her uneasy. When she shuffled though to the bottom page, she realized why; the knotwork was designed as the cover to her belly ink. She covered it with her forearm, trying to sort through how she felt about it. The whole time Happy had been in the wind, the ink had felt like a mockery of everything she'd used to be to him. But he was working hard to make it so that the ink wasn't a lie, so even though it was all tied up with her feelings about being raped, it also served as a testament to the lengths he'd go for her.
"Figured you'd at least be out of bed by now." Happy laughed, coming out of the bathroom. He stopped when she looked back over her shoulder, not liking the look on her face. It felt like one step forward, two steps backward.
"Are these supposed to be a cover for me?" She asked, spreading the drawings out on the bed.
"Yeah." Happy didn't really know what else to say, so he just continued getting dressed.
"Eddie told you, didn't he? That I asked him to draw something?" Ace stretched back out on the bed on her stomach, watching him, chin propped on her hand.
"I caught him at it, scared the piss outta him." He laughed.
"I knew you'd been in the shop." She shook her head. "So what's with the cover, big man?"
"I was tryin to give you some options, crazy Ace, but you jumped the gun on me." He grinned and pulled his cut on over his dark blue Sons shirt.
"I'm sorry?" She offered, not sure what he meant by options.
"Mmm, don't be." He rolled her onto her back and pounced, biting her neck. He let her go and turned serious. "I railroaded you into this and that's kinda shitty. I don't want you staying with me because you think you don't have a choice."
"Hap, I might not have known exactly what I was getting into, but that doesn't change the fact that I was choosing you." She told him earnestly, and brought both her hands up to rub the back of his freshly shaved head.
"I feel like I'm wasting your life." He confessed, sealing it with a kiss, still wanting her even though he'd just been inside her.
"How so?" She asked against his cut lip.
"You're fucking genius with ink, you know that. Way better than I'll ever be. It's not really fair for me to take that away from you." He was tracing the artwork on her side in emphasis, and got distracted thinking about all the ways he could add to it.
"It's fine. You said you wouldn't be out on the road forever, so there will be time later if I want to pursue it harder." Ace was nonplussed at delaying her own ambitions; she knew all too well that his time on the road had likely been shortened by his hand injury.
"We don't have to stick it out with Quinn, we could settle into a charter if you really want." He offered. "You could keep working."
"I won't stay here, Happy." She told him seriously, and he was surprised by her sudden vehemence.
"Hey, what's going on? I thought you liked it here." He asked her, suspicious. It was definitely news to him that she wasn't interested in staying Tacoma. The last time they'd been here, she'd been sad to leave Tacoma behind and in the devastation following her rape, it was the one place she'd asked for, so the sudden insistence on leaving had him concerned.
"I do." She was hedging, and he gave her a look so she knew he was serious about finding out the answer. "It's Cat." She admitted.
"Cat?" Happy repeated, caught off guard, of all the things he'd anticipated, that wasn't one of them. "Has she been at you?"
"Nothing major, just comments here and there. I don't trust her, Happy. I don't understand your relationship with her, but she seems awfully determined to go right through me to get at you." Ace was starting to bristle, so Happy put a finger on her lips.
"Hey, I'm on your side. I respected Cat, but she's way overstepped her bounds lately." Happy soothed her. "What do you need?"
"Just like that?" She questioned skeptically.
"Baby, it's you and the club, everything else is on the table. Lay it on me." He crossed his forearms over her chest, resting his chin on them, all settled in for the negotiation.
"I want you entirely out of this charter." Ace laid it out, figuring that it was better to be straightforward than dancing around the issue. "Cat's so adamant about having you back here, even more than Bowie, and I don't like it and I don't trust it."
"You think there's some ulterior motive?" He found the idea intriguing, turning it over in his mind.
"I don't know, but I don't like the manipulation. As soon as she figured out that I wasn't going to push you toward Tacoma, she started in on you." Ace pointed out.
"So how far out of Tacoma are we talking? I can't not come here if Quinn needs me in the area." Happy told her. "Unless you want to go to a different charter, I guess. Quinn's told me he'd release me anytime."
"No, Nomad, I don't want to go to a different charter." She chuckled. "Maybe in a few years, but not now. You'd break poor Tigger's heart. I just don't see why a Nomad should have a permanent place at a charter. Can't we put your stuff in storage or at your mom's house?"
"I guess. Doesn't matter much to me where my shit is, this was just convenient." It really wasn't that big of a thing to him to move his shit out if it made her feel better. He'd definitely have to sit down with Bowie about it, though, he owed the President an explanation and also a warning about Cat's exploits. It wasn't in Bowie's wheelhouse to come between a Son and their Old Lady; he mostly advocated that strong relationships could only be good for the club.
"Good. And if we have to come through here, I won't stay at the clubhouse." Ace further clarified. "Not until Cat's out."
"OK, we can always find a hotel or whatever." He'd expected a lot more hassle when they'd started this conversation, but so far she wasn't really demanding anything he was too worried about. "Are we good, then?"
"Yeah, big man, we're good." She stretched up and kissed him. "And I won't make you cover your work."
"Thank fuck, I like that one." He told her, and lifted off of her to look down at it. "Like a lot."
"What's with the other drawing? Is that one for you?" Ace asked, pushing him off of her.
"No, I want put that one right here." He traced the curve of her hip, just below the scar that was still raised and pink against her skin. "Not until I find Rivera and gut him like a fucking pig, though."
"I know you don't want me in Fallbrook, and that's fine, I can just drive down to your mom's. But when we go East, I want to be there, Happy, I need to see it."
"I don't know." He was shaking his head, the thought of her in the same room as Carlos Rivera made him see red. "I don't like it."
"I didn't ask you to like it, just to think about it. It's a long ride; I imagine you'll have a minute to consider my point." She smirked at him.
"Smart bitch." He commented, tucking an arm behind his head. "Aren't you supposed to be working with Tig right now?"
"Yea, I'm going. I'll pick up some boxes from work tonight and start packing your stuff." Ace told him, digging through her bag and pulling on clothes. Happy groaned a little when he saw her pull the sports bra on, he loved the way it left her tight stomach and it's ink exposed.
"Don't pack my stuff, that'll drive me batshit crazy trying to figure out your system. I'll get it done tonight." He told her, sitting up to pull on his boots.
"Ok. You coming downstairs with me?" Ace asked, hand on the doorknob.
"Uh uh, I've seen quite enough of you and Tig working together. I'm going to go spend some time with my ride and check in with Quinn." He kissed her, grinning. "Be careful with Tig's face, yeah?"
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