She purposely wore a form fitting black thigh-length lace dress, changing quickly before she left school. It was 3/4 sleeved with a deep v neck; you could clearly see her cleavage but the look remained tasteful and classy. She had curled her hair, letting it fall down her shoulders and back. She had done her make up in a smoky eye and put on her red pointy toed 4 in. stiletto bitch heels. Happy would flip his shit, but that was what she was going for.
When Happy entered the visitor room, she knew she got the reaction she wanted by the look of fury and lust in his eyes. His hands clenched with his face set in stone. She walked up and didn't hesitate in giving him a tight hug. His arms immediately went around her and he leaned forward, his breath sending tingles through Haven's body.
"What the fuck are you wearing? Not prison appropriate! I'm gonna end up in the hole beating every guy eye fucking you!" Happy growled. The outfit was killing him not being able to touch her more. She looked like sex on heels. Haven giggled and pulled back, smiling.
"A dress. Do you like it?" her voice was low. Happy growled again as he shook his head.
She pecked him on the lips before turning, sauntering to the table. Happy licked his lips tasting her Chapstick as he stared at her ass. He didn't like that every other prisoner and guard was watching her ass either. Following her, he sat at the table. She was smirking.
"You do like it. You just don't like that every other guy in this room is…what did you say? Eye fucking me?" Haven stated, crossing her legs and resting her arms on the table. She leaned forward and Happy didn't hide the fact he was looking at her cleavage. Those tits would fit perfect in his hands.
"What are you doing Haven?" he asked.
Haven smiled, he really loved her smile. When she bit her lip, he knew she was nervous and pushing herself to say something. He had thought over and over about her telling him she loved him. He knew she meant it, but didn't know how he felt. It drove him nuts thinking about it, and now she dressed like this causing too many mixed feelings in him when the woman he wanted to now have sex with he knew when she was six with pigtails.
"I wanted to make you smile and give you something nice to think about. I meant what I said on the phone and… I want to be your girl," Haven said, her voice back to its normal range and firmness. Happy took her hand and squeezed.
"You are my girl," he growled possessively, realizing he had been pissed at the other inmates looking at her because she wasn't just the kid he looked out for, but his woman, his bitch. Happy knew he was a possessive bastard and probably a chauvinist, but he didn't really care. Haven nodded, knowing that that was as much as she was probably going to get.
"And don't you dare forget that," he added, with a snap and look that brokered no argument. Haven's smile lit up her whole face, her blue eyes sparkling.
"I won't bear," she said, pulling her hair around her right shoulder before continuing. "I am not dressing like this for New Year's either. I'm really going more to be there for Lyla. Tara is still being a bitch to her most of the time and I don't know why. I also want to see Chibs, he said something about introducing me to Chucky," Happy nodded, distracted now by the open line of her neck, but glad Haven hadn't pushed for anything else or for him to say he loved her.
"Chucky ain't right in the head," he said, remembering the two-fingered man. Haven laughed.
"Like you are…" she teased, Happy glared at her and she laughed again. He watched her chest bounce and knew he would have a painful case of blue balls when he got back to his cell. He was very glad she wasn't dressing like that for the party, even though for most of the women there it would have been conservative.
"Chibs said something about his hands. Gemma apparently got him some fake ones. From what was described, they don't do much for him. Maybe I could rig something better up or at least make some calls," Haven finished. Seeing the way Happy looked at her made her hot, wet and bothered. She shifted and reached out for his hands, playing with his fingers.
"Yeah, missing your work?" he asked. Haven nodded and brought his hands to her mouth, kissing his palms and wrists when she noticed the guards wouldn't see it. Happy hissed, this girl was torture. Haven sighed.
"I do, but I'm glad I'm here. Only one thing missing," Haven replied. Happy looked at her.
"What's that?" he asked. Haven kissed his hands again. Happy suppressed a moan, his dick hard. He wanted to nothing else but to bend her over, rip off her panties and see how wet and tight she was.
"A warm body in my bed that isn't my dogs," Haven replied, her voice dropping a half octave. Happy narrowed his eyes at her as the guard came up. Haven dropped his hands and stood, moving toward him again.
Happy glared at the guard checking her out. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tipped up to kiss his cheek. She moved her mouth to his ear and his hands were twitching on her hips, he was definitely going to fuck her in that dress when he got out.
"And only one man will do…and I know he is worth the wait," she whispered. Pulling back, she gave him a wink and a smile. "Be good Hap," she said. Happy nodded, again coming close to losing it merely by her voice and words.
"You too shorty," he rasped. He watched her shake her ass all the way out. Teasing bitch. She had his full attention and he was itching to get out so he could fully take advantage of her. That night he jerked off to the mental thought of her in that dress. It was going to be a long five months.
