Song is Wicked Game by Stone Sour.
That evening, Half Sack proudly led Honey to her car which now ran even smoother than before. He smiles as she hugs him tightly, hugging her back as the sweet scent of her vanilla perfume fills his nose. "It was your battery, I replaced it and fixed your transmission while I was at it."
"Thank you so much, Kip! What do I owe you?" She grins as she kisses him boldly in gratitude.
He smiles and holds her hips, his long fingers grazing her ass. "Go out with me."
She smiles, biting her lip softly as she runs her fingers through his hair. "Tonight?" He shakes his head, kissing her forehead.
"No, Clay wants me to stick around for something. I was thinking maybe tomorrow evening?"
Honey smiles and nods, wrapping her arms around his neck as she murmurs, "I'd like that. What should I wear?"
He shrugs, his hands gently caressing her hips as he holds her closely, glancing around to make sure they were hidden behind the garage doors. "I don't know, nothing fancy I guess."
She nods and kisses his cheek before pulling away reluctantly. "I guess I should go, mom wants me home for dinner. I'll text you?"
He nods and kisses her softly once more before letting her go, watching her get into jer car and drive off the lot. Wiping the lip gloss from his lips, he turns and starts putting the tools away, waiting for Clay to call for him.
Honey drives home, a grin permanently on her lips as she pulls into the driveway and parks beside her mother's car. Getting out and stretching, she sighs as she hears Gemma call from the doorway. "Have fun at the clubhouse?"
Honey nods, her good mood slowly evaporating as she walks into the house, brushin past Gemma. "Yeah."
Gemma leans in, murmuring, "Have fun with the prospect?"
Honey looks down, hoping her soft blush doesn't give her away. "He fixed my car, mom. That's all."
Gemma hums then turns on her heel and walks back into the kitchen. "Set the table, a couple of the guys are coming over."
"Yes, ma'am." Honey mumbles, grabbing the plates and silverware from the cupboard and setting five places, ones for her, Clay, and Genma, plus a couple others. Her phone vibrates against her thigh and she smiles as she sees a new text from Half Sack.
Kip: Clay is bringing me and Juice to dinner, we gotta do something afterwards.
Elizabeth: oh thats cool, im setting the table now.
She puts her phone away as she finishes setting the table and heads for the stairs, hollering, "Mom, I'm going to my room!" Not waiting for a response, she walks upstairs and into her room, shutting the door and falling back onto her bed and sighing quietly as she shuts her eyes. Her brief rest is interrupted by her phone once more.
Justin: You coming tonight?
Honey frowns as she hesitates a moment before calling him. He answers on the first ring, already sounding drunk.
"Heyyyy, babe...you're coming right? We need some entertainment."
Honey rolls her eyes and says clearly, "No, I'm not coming just so you and your friends can get drunk and grab on me. Not anymore."
He laughs, "What, is the biker's daughter actually getting a conscience now? Drop the innocent act, it doesn't suit you."
She glares up at her ceiling, getting angrier as she murmurs harshly, not wanting Gemma to eavesdrop and be able to hear. "Justin, I'm not your whore. You're drunk, just leave me alone until you're sober, please."
He doesn't respond, the sound of the call being ended making her roll her eyes and turn over onto her stomach, pressing her face against the pillow and slowly counting to 50 and then backwards to zero. After that calms her down a little, she stands and grabs a clean tank top, one a little more embellished than the plain grey one she'd put on this morning. She slips the blue guazy material on and checks her reflection in the mirror, putting on a bit of nude-pink lipstick before deciding that was good enough and walking downstairs.
She can hear Juice chattering away as soon as she steps foot off the stairs and she smiles as she walks into the dining room. Half Sack is sitting across from Juice, an empty seat beside him. He smiles at her, obviously not paying attention to Juice as he nods his head a bit, gesturing for her to sit beside him. She walks over, making sure to brush against him as she walks behind him and sits down in the empty seat.
"Hey, Half Sack." She smiles at him, smoothing her wavy har.
He smiles softly back. "Hey, Honey. The car running okay?"
"Oh yeah, I think it runs better now than it did when I bought it from that guy in Oakland." She laughs softly and Juice waves at her.
"I'm here too. Hey Honey."
She laughs and shakes her head. "Hello, Juicy Fruit."
Half Sack can't stop the small laugh that escapes him as Juice glares at her. "I told you to stop calling me that."
She smiles sweetly at him. "I can't help it, you're just so sweet. It suits you."
Gemma and Clay walk in, Gemma setting out the casserole dish and sides, cutting off their banter. Clay sits at the head of the table and Gemma beside him, beside Juice.
Honey glances down and blushes softly as Half Sack discreetly lays his hand on her bare thigh. They start serving themselves, filling their plates with the pasta casserole and bread.
"So, Honey," Juice smiles with fake sweetness. "How is Justin? You still go to his parties, don't you?"
She glares at him, her grip tightening on her fork. "Juice."
He quietens down, knowing he went too far with that remark. Gemma frowns as she looks at her youngest kid. "I thought I told you I don't want you hanging around that asshole."
Homey sighs, poking the small pieces of leftover casserole with her fork. "And I told you that he was my friend and you can't dictate who I'm friends with."
"Like hell I can't, I'm your mother." She glares at Honey. Juice and Half Sack watch the argument with interest as Clay sighs and leans back, clearly used to such arguments.
"And I'm almost 17. You can't keep me in SAMCRO's bubble forever." She takes a deep breath as she looks down. "Especially since I got accepted into a college in San Francisco."
Gemma shakes her head immediately. "No way."
Clay nods, leaning back in his chair. "There's no charter there, baby girl."
"So? I don't need a Son to protect me." She says quietly, already knowing the argument was lost.
Gemma stands up and starts to gather dishes. "You know the rules, Honey." And that was the end of it.
Honey stands up, grabbing her phone from her pocket. "Yeah, I do. I'm going to my room."
Gemma rolls her eyes, carrying the dishes to the kitchen. Clay sits up, shaking his head. "We should go before they start up again."
Half Sack frowns slightly. "Is that um...normal? Like do they always argue like that?"
Juice nods, standing up. "Yeah, it used to be worse. They'd get into screaming matches in the clubhouse."
As they walk out of the house, Half Sack texts Honey.
Kip: you okay?
Almost immediately, she replies.
Elizabeth: Not really. Will you be gone long?
Kip: probably not, maybe a few hours. Want me to text you when im back?
Elizabeth: yes please.
Kip: i will
He puts his phone away and follows Juice and Clay, meeting up with the other Sons near the Welcome to Charming sign.
Honey lays in bed, her headphones on and her pillow over her head as she sighs, putting her phone away. As she dozes off, still angry over the fight, she lays her arm over her phone so she won't lose it in the covers.
The near constant vibrations of her phone eventually drag her out of her zone. Pulling her headphones off and yawning softly, she glances out the window at the dark night sky then at her clock, seeing the bright blue letters saying 3:51am. Grabbing her phone without looking at who is calling, she answers and whisper yells, "I told you to leave me alone!"
There's a small pause then Half Sack's tired voice comes through. "Uh...You said you wanted me to text you..."
She blushes and bites her lip softly, sitting up. "Oh shit, Kip I'm sorry...I thought you were someone else.."
"It's fine...can you sneak out? I need some help..."
She frowns as she stands up. "Um, yeah I can...what do you need?"
"Just meet me by down the block, by the stop sign..."
"Alright, give me five minutes." She hangs up and puts on a hoodie, then her black velvet Doc Martens. Checking to make sure she can't hear anyone stirring in the house as she opens her window. She easily slips out of the window and uses the tree limbs by the house to climb down, landing quietly beneath the tree.
Pausing a moment to make sure no one is about to bust her, then walking off towards the stop sign down the black, she puts her hands in her pockets feeling the cool night air. As she approaches the stop sign she sees Half Sack leaning against his bike, his head down.
She walks up beside him and kisses his cheek gently, smiling. "Hey, Kip. What's up?" He looks up and she gasps, seeing his eye swollen and bruised and the split on his lip that is flaked with dried blood. "Oh my god, what happened?"
He sighs, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close, hugging her to him. "We went to a Mayan hangout...one of them jumped me." He smiles as well as he can with a busted lip. "Kicked his ass though."
She smiles softly and kisses his cheek softly. "Good...are you okay though?"
He nods, kissing her gently to avoid his lip splitting again. "Yeah, I just wanted to see you...I guess I just got worried."
Honey smiles and lays her head on his chest, snuggling against him. "Aw...do you want to go somewhere then? We can spend some time together. I don't have to be back until 7."
He nods and hands her his helmet. "We can go to my apartment." He blushes softly. "I mean, if that's uhm okay..."
She blushes softly and nods, putting the helmet on. "Sure, let's go." She climbs onto the bike behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly and laying her head on his back. He drives them across town to the small apartment complex on the Lodi border.
As he parks outside the building, she kisses his neck softly and climbs off the bike, setting her helmet on the seat as she shivers a bit. He wraps his arm around her as he leads her to his apartment on the third floor.
Honey steps into the apartment a little nervous as Half Sack shuts the door behind them. She looks around the small, slightly messy apartment and smiles as she unzips her hoodie. "Nice place.."
He smiles, scratching the back of his neck as he comes up behind her. "All I could afford when I got discharged."
She turns and gently wraps her arms around his neck. "I like it." He smiles and leans down, kissing her slightly deeper than the other times now that they're alone. She presses her body up against him, tangling her fingers in his hair as he slips his hands down to her ass.
She pulls away after a few moments for breath, kissing down along his neck as she murmurs, "Let's lay down." He nods, his words caught in his throat as he picks her up, letting her wrap her long legs around his waist as he carries her into his bedroom.
She sucks softly on his neck then bites, leaving a small red mark that would turn into a hickey by morning. He holds her ass, pressing her against the wall as he gets distracted from walking. Pressing his hips against hers, his boner rubbing against her thigh through his jeans, he kisses and sucks along her neck down to her cleavage. She tilts her head back, moaning under her breath as she tugs on his hair gently. He pins her to the wall as her small hands push his cut off his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor.
His hands slip up her sides, bunching her shirt up to just under her bra, exposing her flat stomach and the ink on her hips. She raises her arms, helping him pull the tank top off and leaving her in her plain white bra. He stares at her for a moment, just taking in the sight of her body. She waits for a moment before getting impatient and tugging him back down to kiss her again, murmuring, "Kip...bed.."
He nods and finishes the short walk to his bedroom as they kiss. She locks her ankles around his hips, clinging to him as she pushes her hips gently into his. He bites his lip softly as he lays her on his bed, hovering above her as he looks down into her eyes, her hands sliding down his chest to grab the bottom of his tshirt, pulling it up. He tosses it somewhere behind him before kissing her neck, his bare chest brushin against hers and making her shiver a bit.
As he fumbles slightly with the button and zipper of her jean shorts, he stops abruptly as the lust clears from his mind a bit. "Honey...what are we doing?"
She looks up at him, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly swollen from their passionate kisses. "...making out?"
He sighs, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. She sits up, moving to sit beside him not bothering to fix her clothes. "Kip...what's wrong?" She looks down, sighing softly. "Is this about my dad again?"
He holds his head in his hands, willing his boner to go down so he could think clearly. "No. I mean what are we doing flirting and making out? We can't, I could go to jail or your dad would kill me if he found out. Besides, I...I don't want to get too close to you. This can't happen, it should just end now."
She stays quiet as she looks down at the grey carpeted floor. He looks up at her after a moment and is surprised to find her glaring at him with tears in her eyes.
"You think I'm doing this because I think it's a game or something?" She starts grabbing for her clothes. "I know it's wrong. So wrong. But you're the first guy I've ever met who makes me feel butterflies. Like I wanna get to know you and spend time with you. No one else has ever had that effect on me. It scares me." She finishes fixing her clothes and stands up, grabbing her hoodie.
Before she can walk out though, he grabs her hand. "Honey...I'm sorry." He sighs as he pulls her to stand in front of him, resting his head against her stomach. She gently runs her fingers through his soft hair. "I just don't know what to do."
"Neither do I...do you really want this to stop?" She holds her breath, somewhat afraid of what his answer will me.
He shakes his head slowly after a lengthy silence. "No...I don't think we can just end this anymore.."
She nods, releasing her nervous breath. "Then we gotta talk about stuff, not freak out." She gently pushes him to lay down, laying beside him and facing him. "Will you hold me?"
He wraps his arms around her, letting her cuddle up to his chest and wrap her leg around his hip as he plays with her silky hair. "I never meant for this to happen. When I talked to you in the clubhouse the first time, I thought you were too pretty to be a crow eater but I didn't think you'd be interested in a one nutted prospect."
Honey laughs softly and blushes. "Well thank you...and why would that matter to me? Having one ball is like...a battle scar. It's part of you, and I really like you."
His heart warms and he can't keep from kissing her again softly in thanks. She smiles as she kisses him back then cuddles back into his chest. "Let's rest, Kip. I like sleeping with you." Quietly, more to herself than him, she nearly whispers, "You keep the bad dreams away."
He glances down at her, wondering if he asked would she tell him. He opens his mouth after a couple minutes of deliberation but to his surprise, she's already asleep.