Sons of Anarchy - Angel of Death
Previously...
Lee leaned back in his chair and studied the guarded man at the table. He knew that Hap's Mom was sick and in Bakersfield. He also knew that look; Happy was smitten with the blonde assassin sitting at the bar. A female biker was virtually unheard of. A female enforcer was even more rare. He took a deep breath, letting it out his nose. "Okay." He nodded. "We'll vote on your request tomorrow morning before you head back to Charming."
"That's it?" Happy questioned, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.
Lee shrugged, "What else is there Hap?" He asked, "You want to take care of your Mom, and you always step up when asked. I know if we really get in a jamb, we can give you a call."
Happy pursed his lips. It seemed too easy. He knew the Sons were big on family, and they were even bigger on loyalty. "Okay." He nodded.
"Now," Lee smirked, "Why don't you tell me about that blonde bombshell shooting whiskey at the bar." Hap's eyebrows rose. Lee leaned forward a little, "She's got you hooked, line and sinker, brother."
*This is where we truly earn our "M" rating. I'm not an extremely experienced sex scene writer. With your encouragement, I've attempted to do our main squeeze some justice.*
Chapter Five: Need You Tonight
Kozik sighed, changing the subject. "How are things in Charming?" He asked taking a swig of beer.
"The ATF is breathing down our necks, we just ran some associates up to Vancouver to beat the heat." Steve answered, glancing at the clock. She had less than ten minutes use the facilities and find Happy's dorm.
"Jesus." Kozik cursed. "If you guys need help, you just say the word, okay?" He pulled out his phone. "You've still got my number, right?"
Stevie smirked, "I'm sure Hap would love us becoming texting buddies." She polished off her beer, spinning the bottle on the bar with her fingers.
"Well, have Hap text me then." Kozik sighed. "Just be careful." He laid a hand on her shoulder, leveling his gaze with her own.
"Yes, Dad." Stevie teased, ruffling Kozik's hair earning a death glare from a sweetbutt who'd cozied up to his other side. "Uh," she cleared her throat, "Where's Hap's dorm?" She glanced around the room, sliding off her bar stool.
Kozik lit a cigarette. "Through that door," He pointed to a door along the back wall, "hang a left, last door on the left." He blew out a drag and watched Stevie fluff her hair a bit. Primping. That was new.
"Wish me luck," She waggled her eyebrows, turning away towards the dorms.
Kozik knew that look. "Wait," He gripped her upper arm, causing her to turn back. "You can't be serious." He scoffed, eyebrows raised.
Stevie bit her lip. She'd forgotten how easy Kozik could always read her. "As a heart attack, Kozy." She winked, feeling a blush creep up her neck again.
"Jesus." Kozik swore, letting go of her arm. "This is serious shit, Stevie." He leaned back against the bar.
Stevie sighed and stepped forward so she could keep the conversation between them, "You think I don't know that, Koz?" She spat.
Kozik chuckled. "Someone's finally tamed the killer." He smirked. As sad as he was that Stevie was off the market, he thought it made complete sense for her to be with Happy.
Stevie shook her head. "No, I haven't tamed him, dumbass." She bit her lip. "I'm just along for the ride. I'm a killer, just like he is." Her eyes flashed with anger. She was tired of people forgetting she was dangerous too.
Kozik let loose a cloud of smoke. He shook his head, a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I can't believe he hasn't fucked you yet."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just not typical, 's all." Kozik shrugged. "I'm happy for you. Jacob was a pussy." He grunted.
For the first time, she didn't find herself angry when someone spoke ill of her deceased partner. "Yeah, he was." She chuckled, glancing at the clock. "Showtime." she leaned in and gave Kozik a quick hug before heading toward Happy's dorm.
"Why does everyone want to talk about it?" Happy grumbled, gripping the edge of the table. "We're not a fucking gossip club."
Lee laughed, "Jesus, Hap." He sighed, "We're your family. Plus, Stevie Vale is the epitome of every biker's dream." He lit a cigarette. He let out a puff, "She's blonde, sexy as hell, ride or die attitude, knows how to shoot a gun-"
Happy scoffed. "Yeah, she's a real dream." He sighed. This trip was different than the past few weeks. She wasn't so volatile on the road, which was nice. Maybe if they came to some understanding, then she wouldn't be so on edge around the other crew members.
"I know you two have been at each other's throats." Lee smirked, Happy opened his mouth to protest, but Lee held up his hand. "Clay called me. Figured you'd stop here on your way back to return the truck."
Happy sighed, "We get close, then she does something to royally piss me off."
"Then you fly off the handle, and shit hits the fan." Lee offered, "Look, I know you don't like it, but it's classic." He leaned forward, "We don't get to have equal relationships in this life, Hap. Stevie's special."
Happy's brow furrowed, "Don't you think I know that, Pres?" He scraped a hand down his face. "She ain't no croweater."
Lee pursed his lips. "No, she's not, brother." He sighed, "She's not an old lady either."
Happy nodded. A relationship with Stevie wouldn't be the traditional Old Man, Old Lady combo. Gemma was an extreme example of what a woman could and would do for the club. Most often Old Lady's stayed in the dark and took care of the children and kept quiet. Stevie would be by his side, as well as in his bed.
"Let's not get too excited, Pres." Happy rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. He hadn't even fucked her yet, for Christ's sake.
"Yeah, okay." Lee agreed, pushing back from the table. Happy stood up to meet him and they embraced. "I'll have the guys assemble for church at 10."
After using the restroom and checking her reflection in the mirror, she found Hap's door, and it was thankfully unlocked. She stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. The cleanliness struck her first, she had only seen Hap's bunk at SAMCRO in passing. It was always neat, so the lack of mess shouldn't have surprised her. The bed was neatly made, a desk sat against the left wall, tattoo equipment neatly organized on top. A sketch caught her eye, she moved closer to it, picking it up and studying the work. She held up the feathers on the page to the ones inked on her arm. The door opened, then shut with a soft click. Stevie was too dumbstruck to move. He must have drawn this when he'd returned to Tacoma last week.
Happy entered his dorm to find Stevie studying the sketch he'd done last week while he was in Tacoma. Lee needed a few errands taken care of for the Charter and had requested he come home. He found himself missing her, so he'd sketched the wing tattoo on her arm. He looked over her shoulder to confirm that she was holding the sketch.
"Miss me, or something?" She asked, setting the sketch back down on the desk.
"Or something," Happy answered, smoothing his hands up her arms to gently grip her shoulders and turn her to face him. He stared down at her, eyes dark, nostrils flaring. He'd been imagining this moment for a solid week, trying to figure out how to get it to happen. The noise of the party seemed to fade away the longer he stared down at her.
She reached up and smoothed her fingers between his furrowed brows. "I'm not going to disappear, Hap." Stevie murmured, a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Happy smirked. She was pretty good at reading him. He imagined she would only get better the longer he stuck around. He pulled her closer, his lips hovering over hers. "Last chance, little girl." He growled, his voice rolling over her like a clap of thunder.
Stevie pushed up on her toes to close the distance between them, drawing a groan of satisfaction from Happy's chest. His lips slanted over hers, his kiss hard and demanding. His fingers threaded through her hair, the other hand gripped her ass, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She threaded her arms around his neck and climbed up against him, changing the angle of their kiss, causing them to pull apart for a moment. Once she was settled, Happy attached his lips to her neck, biting the sensitive spot between it and her shoulder.
"Happy," Stevie moaned, nails scraping against his scalp. He lifted his head to look at her. She was lost, hair streaming back from her face, lower lip caught between her teeth as her chest heaved with arousal.
"Look at me." He demanded, wanting to see her eyes. She complied, and he was struck with the raw emotion reflecting back at him.
Stevie felt like she might catch fire at any moment. Happy set her back on her feet so he could strip off his kutte and t-shirt. She followed suit, tossing him her kutte. He smirked, hanging it up with his next to the door. She pulled her tank top over her head and went to toss it behind her when Happy made a noise of protest. "Easy, killa." She teased, setting it neatly on the back of the chair. Then she took off her boots, setting them neatly next to the chair and shimmied out of her jeans, laying them on top of her tank.
Happy smirked. She was a quick learner. He didn't like mess. Everything had its place, and as much as he wanted to rip the clothes from her body, he appreciated she took a few seconds to store her things neatly in his space. He also rid himself of jeans and boots, charging forward to wrap her in his arms.
Stevie took his momentum and turned to push him back playfully on the bed. He grunted in protest, but when she sunk to her knees before him, he turned the groan into a growl. "Careful, little girl."
"Always." Stevie purred, pulling her hair back from her face. She felt his breath hitch at the submission and smirked. She definitely had a thing for older men. She was a few years shy of thirty, and he was just over the forty mark. This was going to be fun.
After, Stevie settled with her head pillowed on Happy's shoulder. She smiled against his skin. She mentally kicked herself for turning him down so much. "I'm sorry." Stevie murmured.
Happy scoffed, "For what?" He leaned up on an elbow to stare down at her. "As soon as I can manage, I'm going to have you again." he growled.
Stevie bit her lip, "For holding out on you, Hap." She gasped, when he touched her again, "Holy, fuck." She swore, biting her lip.
Happy clicked his tongue, "Such a mouth, little girl."
"Oh, you've no idea," Stevie replied, pushing him down on the bed, straddling his lap.
Happy didn't usually let a woman of Stevie's stature get on top of him, but he had six inches on her, and at least 50 pounds, so he calculated that the odds were in his favor should she go berserk and try to strangle him.
A knock sounded on his dorm room door. Happy shook his head at her once, his hands smoothing up her thighs to rest on her hips. She leaned forward to kiss him, but the knocking continued.
"You decent, Hap?" Kozik.
"Seriously?!" Stevie rolled her eyes, sliding off his lap. She picked up the SAMTAC shirt Happy had been wearing earlier and pulled it over her head. She fluffed her hair, and with a check to make sure Hap had pulled his boxers back on, wrenched the door open. "This better be good, Kozy." She spat, crossing her arms.
"Shit." Kozik swore, taking in Stevie's obviously 'well fucked' form. "Sorry guys, Lee needs us in Chapel. Something's happened in Charming." Happy nodded, pulling on jeans. "Uh," Kozik palmed the back of his neck, "You too, Stevie." He shrugged apologetically and stepped back from the doorway, giving Happy a nod and continuing back out towards Chapel.
Stevie shut the door and whipped off the t-shirt so she could get properly dressed.
Happy chuckled to himself at the exchange between Stevie and Kozik. It was one thing that Kozik knew what they'd come back here to do, it was another for him to catch them just after the fact.
"Ugh," Stevie scoffed, pulling on her jeans. "I smell like sex." She lamented, stepping into her boots.
Happy came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, helping her do her belt buckle. "You smell nice." He murmured into her neck, before turning her to face him and kissing her, taking her breath away. "This isn't over, little girl." He growled against her lips.
Stevie pushed at Happy's chest for a moment because she wanted to fix her hair, but as he nibbled on her lower lip, she relaxed into his kiss, letting herself go for the moment. He thankfully released her a moment later so she could check her appearance in the bathroom mirror. Once she had her curls settled back into a presentable tumble, she pulled on her kutte and followed Happy to Tacoma's Chapel.
Kozik ushered them inside and pulled the doors shut against the dying party. He moved down a chair Stevie could sit next to Hap. Lee brought the room to order, motioning for everyone to sit.
"Sorry to drag you away from the fun boys, but we've gotten word from Charming-"
Suddenly Stevie's phone rang. "Sorry, Lee. Bad habit." She shook her head, checking the ID. It was Juice. She'd already had missed calls from Clay, Jax and Gemma. "I gotta take this." She murmured, standing back up and moving to the back of the room.
"Juice?" Stevie spoke into the phone.
"Hey, Stevie." He sounded breathless. Then she realised he was crying. "You in Tacoma?"
"Yeah, got word something happened in Charming. We're about to sit down at the table." Stevie confirmed, "What happened?"
"Uh," Juice choked, "You sitting down?" He asked.
Stevie turned back to exchange a look with Happy. His face was hard, but his eyes shone with concern as he twirled a toothpick between his lips. She shook her head, running a hand through her hair, "No, why-"
"Sit." Juice encouraged. He stood in the middle of the street, watching his brother's console one another. He nodded to Clay, he covered the phone, "I'm trying to get her to sit down." Clay nodded, offering an apologetic smile.
"Sit down, Stevie." Clay said loud enough that she heard him through the phone.
Stevie's eyes widened. Clay was there too, and he was telling her to sit down. Well then. She took a few steps back over to her chair and sat down. "Okay," She took a deep breath, trying not to panic. "Lay it on me Juice, what the fuck happened?" She tried not to sound as frantic as she felt.
Juice sighed, "Donna."
"Donna?" Stevie asked, wracking her brain for who she was to SAMCRO. "Uh, she's Opie's Old Lady, right?" Happy nodded, leaning into her a little, putting his arm around her shoulders.
He nodded, "Yeah." Juice swallowed. "Stevie." He sniffled, "Donna Winston is dead."
Dearest Readers,
Happy New Year!
Need You Tonight - INXS - love this band, love this vibe, perfect for the journey…
Looks like we're heading back to Charming in the wake of tragedy. I'm looking forward to getting Stevie more involved in club affairs. My main goal with the first few chapters was to establish Stevie as an OC and then hit the ground running.
Hold onto your hats folks. Here we go…
xoxo
Lumora The White