Disclaimer: I do not own anything that doesn't have my name written next to it in pretty pink pen. I don't even own my horse Tig…that's how broke I am. I only claim ownership on Asher Hayden, Sarah Stevenson and anyone else that you do not recognise.
Summary: She went to the shut the door but paused, smiling slightly to herself despite the glare from the girl on her knees in front of the biker. "You do realise this is a twelve year olds birthday party?" It started at a twelve year olds birthday party in a Tacoma backyard ten years ago. Happy/OC
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Chapter Fifty-Five- They
Who made up all the rules
We follow them like fools
Believe them to be true
I'm sorry
So sorry
It's like this
And it's ironic too
Cause what we tend to do
Is act on what they say
And then it is that way
-Jem
Charming CA
April 2008
When Asher woke she realised she was so warm that she didn't want to move. Ever again.
Opening her eyes she saw a mass of shiny brown straight hair she recognised as Sarahs. The teenager was lying with her back to her, her head resting on Asher's arm. Turning her head to look at the ceiling then drop to the other side she smiled. That explained the weight on her shoulder and side. Happy was sprawled over her body, his knee between her leg and his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, his shoulder pinning her to the mattress as he lay on his stomach, his face so close to her own that she could feel his breath on her lips. Her arm was somewhere underneath him, dead obviously with the weight of the huge man on it. But she didn't mind.
This was probably the last time she'd ever get to be with the two most important people in the world to her in such a quiet place. No fighting and no crying. Just quiet.
"You ever get sick of staring at him?" Sarah's voice asked and Asher didn't even look over at her, just continued to rake her eyes over the muscular arm over her body and the face so close to hers.
"No." She replied simply and it was true. She would never get sick of Happy. Finally registering what had happened last night she turned her head to the teenager. "Who did you come home with?"
"Don't know, some douchebag friend of Happy's." She said sitting up, not bothering to keep her voice quiet.
"Where were you?"
"Some highschool party. It was lame." Sarah said, inspecting her dark purple nail polish and avoiding Asher's eyes. She knew she didn't have to tell Asher what had happened. She could read everything on her face, saying it out loud only made it real.
"It'll get better baby, with the right person." Asher told her charge and Sarah nodded.
"I know."
"Just be careful. You're not going to be a good sister if you're out partying all the time." Asher smirked and Sarah nodded, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"I know, mama. I'll go and get us some breakfast from a bakery or something. You wake his ass up because I will not condone your fucking while I'm in the house." Slipping out of the bed Sarah headed towards the door and Asher sighed. Girl was too much like her.
Turning her head back to the sleeping biker she grinned, wiggling and watching him get irritated and roll off her and flop onto his back. Taking that as her chance she shimmied out of the sheets and climbed over his legs, straddling them and scooting down so her groin brushed his morning hard on, getting a groan from the man underneath her. Biting her lip she slipped her fingers in the belt buckle and flicked it open, making quick work of his button and fly while he lay there with eyes closed.
The moment she knew he was awake was when she pressed a kiss to the skin above where his jeans sat and he took a deep intake of breath but didn't move, waiting for her to make the next move. She reached her fingers into his jeans and took his semi-hard cock into her hand and stroked it until it was standing to attention in front of her. Only then did she let go of her lip and leant down to sweep her tongue over the head, seeing his eyes scrunch up at the sensation before she pressed her lips to it and slid her mouth over it, swiping him with her tongue again.
As she sucked and licked Happys hands moved to wrap the fingers through her hair. The moans she was getting from him were making her wetter by the second and when she couldn't bare it anymore she held herself over him with one hand and used the other to dive down her own shorts and into her soaked panties.
When she touched herself she let out a moan, causing Happy to shudder in her mouth before yanking her hair and pulling her off of him. Asher let out a whimper at the loss of contact before she was pinned underneath him again, her hands pinned over her head so quickly she had no idea how it happened.
"That's mine." He growled into the skin of her neck, biting down hard and Asher jumped underneath him before he swept his tongue over the mark. One of his hands left her hand and dived down her shorts stroking her though her panties.
And just like someone knew they were having fun, his phone started to ring.
"Fuck me." Happy groaned.
"I was trying." Asher muttered as he flipped over and picked his phone up and flipped it open.
"Yeah?"
Sarah pouted her lips as she browsed through the juice section at the grocery store. Charming needed a Wal-mart or something because the prices were ridiculous. Picking up a bottle of orange and passionfruit she read the ingredients. She was contemplating whether it was too concentrated when she saw a woman come around the end of the aisle pushing a trolley, her stiletto heeled boots clipping on the floor. Out of the corner of her eye Sarah made a mental note of the womans description out of habit, pretending to read the juice label. It was a habit that Asher had gotten her into since they'd both been caught off guard too many times.
The woman would have been in her late forties maybe, her dark hair streaked with huge panels of blonde, glossed lips and tight fitting jeans that only she could pull off with a figure like that, completed with a leather jacket. The huge tattoo poking out the top of her low cut shirt told her all she needed to know.
That woman was an Old Lady. And by the way she was holding herself she was definitely higher up in the food chain than most.
"Calorie counting honey?" The woman said, spotting her reading the label and Sarah lifted her head to look at the woman.
"Don't like concentrated juice." Sarah replied, putting the juice back on the shelf and looked around for another option. Happy hated mango juice, Asher hated apple juice. And she hated concentrate. It was easier just to buy a carton of oranges and make it themselves. The woman reached over and plucked a bottle off the shelf and handed it over.
"This ones good." Sarah took it warily, looking down at the label, not missing the fact that the womans eyes were on Sarahs wrist where the black ink was standing out against her pale skin.
"There a problem?" Sarah asked when the woman still hadn't looked up from her wrist.
"Interesting ink."
"Thanks." Sarah replied almost snidely. She'd heard that a million times, mostly said after the person noticed the thin pink scars that the tattoo covered.
"Hides your scars well."
"That was what I was going for." The woman cocked her head, looking like she was going to say something before thinking better of it.
"Hiding them doesn't make them go away." The woman said shrugging and Sarah smiled at her sarcastically.
"No kidding."
"Well…" The woman looked down at the juice bottle. "Enjoy your juice." With that and that familiar air of superiority that women of the club possessed she strode off, pushing her full trolley and Sarah headed in the opposite direction, passing the bakery section on the way and getting some pastries, making sure to get the colourful ones, having not forgiven Happy completely yet.
"Remind me to kick this 'Juice''s ass when I meet him." Asher said crankily as she started up the coffee machine and moved around the kitchen while Happy took a seat in front of the bench where he'd sat the night before with her on his lap.
"I think you got him back." Happy said gruffly, a satisfied smirk on his face at the memory of him getting his blow job finished while he was on the phone no doubt. Asher opened her mouth to say something snide in response but heard her car pull into the driveway and looked out the window as Sarah climbed out and headed towards the door. "You gunna tell her or me?" Happy asked and Asher sighed, running a hand through her long tangled hair.
"Me I guess. Do I have to worry about what happened between you two last night?"
"No." he said shortly.
"Morning family." Sarah said sweetly as she strode in, dumping the plastic bags on the kitchen bench and looking over at Happy. "Pseudo - Dad."
"Fuck off kid." Happy growled and Asher slapped Sarahs arm shaking her head at the smart ass. "Your mother has something to tell you." He added quickly and now it was him on the end of Ashers disapproving look. She hoped she conveyed the message that she thought he was an asshole effectively.
"I've been gone like half an hour." Sarah said shaking her head mockingly at Asher who was shifting foot to foot awkwardly. "What is it?" She asked quickly, noticing her guardians lack of comfort.
"We have to go and stay at the clubhouse."
"Why?" Sarah asked and Asher looked over at Happy pointedly. She'd told him when he'd gotten off the phone that this was a bad idea. No-one was going to hurt them, there was no need to bring up more bad memories for Sarah. To which he'd pointed out he didn't give a shit. He wanted both his girls safe and that was that. He'd called them both his girls and Asher had been a total pushover.
"We had some trouble with outsiders and the Prez's wife got raped kid." Happy came to Ashers recue. Ripping the metaphorical bandaid right off. Sarah froze. All mothering instincts went off in Ashers head and she started to panic.
"Is she okay?" Sarah asked quietly and Asher nodded.
"She will be baby."
"You're going after these assholes?" Sarah asked Happy and he nodded. "You'll kill them like you did the others?" He nodded again. "Okay." Sarah said and Asher felt her whole body relax. "I hope they have cable at this joint cause I've already missed three episodes of Gossip Girl." Asher felt the need to question her. After last night she was worried. She knew that Sarah had trouble with letting guys get near her, even though she acted like she didn't.
"Sarah, you don't have to be okay with this."
"It's fine." Sarah said, looking at Asher, a small tone of pleading in her voice, "Happy wants us to go to be safe. Because we're his family. Right?" She asked Happy the question and he nodded, his face not letting anything show. But Asher knew he was surprised, the way his eyes shifted. "Well? Are you packed or do you want breakfast first?" Asher shared a look with Happy before heading towards the coffee machine.
"Breakfast Sare, tell me you got apple Danish."
"I got every kind of Danish." Sarah replied triumphantly and pulled the paper bags out of her shopping bag and looked in to confirm which were which. "Apple for mama. Apricot for me. What do you want Grumpy? Raspberry or custard?" At the sound of his name, Grumpy came padding out of the bedroom, not realising Sarah was talking to Happy. She held the bags up in front of Happy and he reached out and snagged the custard, clearly not impressed with the lack of real breakfast before looking down at the dog near his feet.
"Fuckin' pussy food this, brother." He growled, ripping some pastry off and tossing it to the dog.
"You want me to cook you something?" Asher asked quietly when she passed him a cup of coffee and Happy shook his head, his lip twitching.
"No thanks babe." Taking a deep breath and enjoying the calm Asher took the Danish offered to her and started to pick at it, not overly hungry but knowing she should eat something. Not even an hour later they were bundled into Ashers car and following Happy on his bike to Teller Morrow, Grumpy up in between them in the front seat.
"Wow this place isn't exactly the Ritz." Sarah said as she climbed out of the car and slung her bag over her shoulder. Asher followed suit sighing as she too swung her bag over her shoulder and tugging on Grumpys lead.
"I hate clubhouses."
"Me too." Sarah sighed, stepping around the car and Asher walked over to her, looking for Happy. "You told them about the brat yet?" Sarah asked and Asher shook her head.
"Keeping it quiet for awhile. None of them even know we're living together." Asher said quietly still scanning the crowd. "Croweaters love me." She added spotting the gaggle of short skirted girls.
"Come on, you're an Old Lady now. Lets kick some ass." Sarah grinned, taking the lead off Asher and tugging her and Grumpy along.
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