Naked by Avril Lavigne.
The ride to the hospital was tense between mother and daughter, Gemma glancing at Honey as Honey stares out the window. They reach the hospital quickly and Gemma rushes inside, leaving Honey to lock the car up and nearly run after her, surprised at how quick the older woman was while wearing heels. Jax, Clay, Bobby, and Chibs entered the room just after Honey and Gemma as Tara walks out of the room where Wendy is laying.
Jax glances in at his exwife before looking down at Tara. "What the hell happened?"
Tara murmurs quietly, "When was the last time you saw her?"
He shrugs, frowning. "Maybe a month. Honey saw her a couple weeks ago."
Tara sighs and smooths a strand of her dark hair away from her face. "Her hands and feet were full of track marks, most likely crank. We had to do an emergency c-section, the baby is...well..."
Honey could see Jax beginning to freak out from where she stood. Stepping forward and resting her hand on his shoulder, she looked at Tara with all the niceness she could muster. "Does he have a chance?"
Tara stares at the young woman for a moment before clearing her throat and nodding. "He uhm...has a congenital heart defect and a tear in his abdomen. Either one would be serious but not deadly, however together..." She looks up at Jax apologetically. "Dr. Namid gives him a 20% chance, and I'm afraid that's being optimistic."
As Jax looks around in grief, Honey crosses her arms and murmurs, "He has that much of a chance though. He'll make it."
With a quick, unidentifiable glance at his sister, Jax grabs Tara's wrist as she turns to walk towards the nursury area. Honey watches their brief exchange of words, her eyes following Tara in mistrust. So focused on Tara, her thoughts are disrupted by Jax pushing past her on his way out. Honey frowms and looks over at her mom.
"Where...?" Gemma shakes her head as Chibs and Bobby follow him.
"Hairy Dog. Darby's dealers gave that crank to Wendy." With one last glare of disgust towards the woman laying in the bed, Gemma follows Tara to Abel's room. Honey sighs, thinking 'I could've helped her, I should've been there...'. Quietly, she follows Gemma and Tara in awkward silence.
Hours later, Gemma drops Honey off at the clubhouse to get her car before heading to Jax's house to clean. Honey runs a hand through her messy hair as she walks into the clubhouse while the guys are in church, hoping Half Sack is there.
She smiles as she walks up behind him as he sits at the bar, looking down at his phone. Wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her head on the back of his shoulder, she relaxes for the first time since that morning.
Half Sack jumps, startled for a moment before smiling as he feels her slim body pressing against his back. "Hey baby." He turns, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap. She smiles as she squirms a little to get comfortable then cuddles up to his chest.
"Hey..." Her voice is unusually subdued and he frowns softly.
"Honey, is something wrong?"
She shrugs, sighing softly. "Abel was born almost 3 months early with a 20% or below survival rate." She looks down as she plays with one of the drawstrings on her sweatpants. "I hadn't been checking on Wendy like I should have been. I was supposed to be there for her and I wasn't and now my nephew might die because I was a selfish bitch." Her eyes water as she keeps her head down, not wanting him to see her cry.
Half Sack rubs her back gently as he kisses her forehead. "Honey, you can't blame yourself...Wendy was going to do what she wanted whether you were there or not. She might've been shooting up even when you went to check on her." He hugs her, kissing her gently. "It's not your fault, Honey."
She sniffles as she looks up at him, her fingers clutching the front of his cut. "I know...but I'm still a shitty friend...I still should've went over there or at least called..."
He sighs softly before standing up. "Come on, we're going out."
She frowns, standing up as well. "What? Where?"
"A place." He grabs her hand and leads her outside to his bike, handing her his helmet. Surprised at his secrecy, she puts the helmet on and gets onto the bike without question. He starts driving with her snuggled against his back, her eyes closed, trusting him to take her wherever. After what seems like only a few minutes but was actually almost 45, he parks and she opens her eyes, yawning softly.
As she looks out over the small cliff, seeing the town down below, Half Sack wraps his arms around her waist from behind. "I come up here to relax sometimes." He murmurs against her neck as he kisses just below her jawline. She smiles, seeing the sun beginning to dip low in the sky, turning the sun an orange-red color.
"It's beautiful up here." She murmurs as she leans back against him, just watching the horizon as the sun slowly sinks behind the low clouds.
His hands gently run up and down her hips caressing them lovingly as he just holds her, happy to feel her relaxing. They sit in silence for a few minutes until the sun is completely set, only a few last rays of light peeking out. Honey turns slightly and presses her lips gently against Half Sack's, her hand resting on his cheek. He kisses her back sweetly, holding her hips as he murmurs, "Feel better?"
She smiles, looking up into his blue eyes as she nods, still tracing her soft fingertips over his cheekbone. "Much better...can I stay with you tonight?"
He bites his lip softly, not wanting to turn her down but also unsure. "What about your parents?"
"I can tell them I'm at my friend Devon's house, she covers for me all the time. Please can I stay?" After a short moment of thinking, he nods and she grins, throwing her arms around his neck. "Thank you!"
Half Sack smiles as he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her against him as he kisses her temple softly. "We should get going, you still gotta call your friend and your parents."
She nods and gets onto the bike, strapping his helmet on her head as he gets on and starts the bike. On the ride back to the clubhouse, she snuggles up to his back, preoccupied with her thoughts. 'He makes me feel better...when I'm with him, I can breathe.' She sighs softly and closes her eyes. 'This can't end well though...Clay will kill him, or at least exile him...'
So deep in her thoughts was she, she didn't notice when Half Sack parked in front of the empty looking clubhouse. He glances back at her, wondering what's going on in her head. Gently, he slips his hand back to run his fingers along her thigh, murmuring, "Baby?"
She smiles as she feels his gentle caresses through her Aeropostale sweatpants. "Sorry, baby, I was just thinking." She kisses his shoulder softly in apology as she gets off, handing him the helmet.
He smiles as he hangs the helmet on his handlebars and gets up. "What were you thinking about?" He walks along with her to her car only a few feet away.
She shrugs, wrapping her arms around herself. "The usual." Changing the subject as she leans against her car door, she smiles at him. "So do you want me to go grab some clothes and meet you at your place?"
He nods, holding her hips as he leans down to kiss her sweetly. "That'll work. You remember how to get there?" She nods, kissing him back for a moment before pulling away and smiling at him.
"I remember the way. I'll call Devon on the way home and tell her to cover for me, and I'll tell mom I went to Devon's house to study or something."
Half Sack nods, glancing towards the clubhouse before sighing. "I gotta finish cleaning up so if you get there before I do, the spare key is in the potted plant by the door."
She kisses his cheek softly and gets into the car. "Okay, baby." He steps back and watches her drive towards her house, shaking his head as he turns to walk into the clubhouse.
'She's going to be in my bed tonight.' He tries to contain his excitement but the goofy grin can't be erased from his lips.
Honey wore a similar grin as she parked in the street in front of her house and walked inside, humming happily to herself. She had noticed her mother's car was gone and figured she was still at the hospital, or keeping Jax calm.
In her bedroom, she grabs the Victoria's Secret gym bag she keeps in her closet floor and empties the workout clothes into her hamper, grimacing as she thinks, 'Wow, this is some Jax level nasty here.'
After cleaning the bag out, she packs an outfit for the morning and some necessities like her perfume, some makeup, her sketchbook, and her face wash. She changes into a pair of dark grey, furry sleeping shorts and a grey tank top, slipping her flip flops on.
She begins to head back downstairs, her bag slung over her shoulder when she remembers to call Devon. Sitting her bag on the kitchen island and leaning against it, she dials the familiar number and smiles when she hears the cheerful greeting. "Hey, Honey! What's up?"
"Nothing much, Dev...can I ask a favor?" She bites her lip softly as she watches for her mother's headlights through the window.
"Sure, Honey, what do you need? A couple shots, a joint, a kiss?" The older girl laughs as if sensing Honey's blush. "I'm just playing, you want me to cover for you?"
Honey nods, still blushing, although Devon obviously can't see. "Yes please. Just for tonight." She could practically sense the shit eating grin on her best friend's face. "And no, you don't get to ask where I'm going."
Devon sighs, "But Honey, you're like my own personal sitcom."
Rolling her eyes and rubbing them, feeling the slightly puffy area underneath her eye, she mumbles, "Well you'll have to wait for season 2, Frazier."
"Whatever, Teller. Let's see...how about you're at my place hanging out because we're going to the beach tomorrow. We could go surfing or something. Or is Princess Biker Bitch too busy with her new boy toy?"
Honey smiles, knowing her best friend is only joking. "Sure, Dev. I'll call you in the morning, we can stay all day." After a few more crack shots at each other, she ends the call and grabs her bag again. After leaving a quick note scrawled on the stainless steel fridge in neon Expo marker, she walks out to her car and gets in, turning the CD up and singing along to the old Avril Lavigne album as she drives towards Half Sack's apartment.
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"You're beautiful, you know that?" Half Sack murmurs lovingly to the girl straddling his waist, her tussled hair falling over her chest in careless waves, her hard, pink nipples poking between the strands as she smiles softly.
"I'm not." She feels her cheeks warm up as she gently runs her fingers along the toned planes of his chest, her panties and his boxers the only thing between their bodies.
He wraps his long fingers around her wrist, gently pressing his fingers against the inside of her wrist directly against the vein pulsing beneath her skin. "You are." He smiles up at her as his other hand caresses her hip. "Elizabeth Honey Teller, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."
Her heart beat speeds up as a soft blush spreads across her cheeks and down her neck, her hair covering her face as she looks down shyly. "I'm not though..."
And it was true, she wasn't beautiful. At least in her mind. She had often watched the crow eaters coming and going in the clubhouse, taking note of their styles and appearances. She had always longed for the thick, voluminous hair; the perfect body with curves in all the right places; and the confidence that accompanied them. Instead, she was stuck with muddy brown tangles, a petite but untoned body with awkward curves, and the confidence of a skittish mouse.
Half Sack stands up from the bed where they had fallen after their makeout session had cooled down to the soft, occasional kiss. He pulls Honey to stand in front of him in front of the floor length mirror on the back of the door. "Look at yourself, Honey."
She sighed but let her eyes roam her reflection, from her blue-black toenails, up her slim legs to her round hips, flat stomach, and round, perky breasts. Finally, they settled on her face and she bit her already slightly swollen bottom lip.
"I'm average...there are tons of girls prettier..." She mumbles, feeling incredibly exposed both physically and emotionally as the concrete walls she had erected around the part of her heart that held her insecurities crumbled.
Half Sack watches her face as he kisses her shoulder lightly, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Is that what you see? An average girl?"
She nods slowly, her brows furrowing a bit as she scrutinizes her body. "Yeah...I'm disproportional...my legs and arms are skinny but my ass and tits are huge...and my stomach is...kinda jiggly...and my face is generic. My mom's nose, my dad's eyes..." She shrugs, looking away.
He nods before gently trailing his hands down her hips to hold her against him. "Let me tell you what I see." She nods, her eyes drawn back to his face as he rests his chin on her shoulder, having to crouch down a bit to do so.
"I see a beautiful, sexy woman with hips that I love to hold because they fit perfectly in my hands." To demonstrate his point, he rested his hands on her hips. "An ass that is perfectly shaped, one that I love watching as you walk away and especially in shorts, when you can see just the curve of your ass cheeks." He slipped his hands back to cup her ass, squeezing lightly. "And your stomach, it's soft and smooth and I love running my hands over it." He gently runs his fingertips over the blue gemstone in her belly button. "I love it when your shirt rides up and I can see just a hint of your tattoos, or whatever belly button ring you have in." He kisses her neck softly before sucking just below her ear as his warm hands slide up to cup her breasts. "Now these, I love these. They're so fun to play with, especially when you're on top and I can just lay back and watch."
"But-"
He shakes his head, turning her to face him as he murmurs, "and lastly, your face. Your eyes that express everything you feel, even when you try to hide it. Your silky lips that I never want to stop kissing."
He leans in, capturing her lips in a soft yet passionate kiss, cupping her cheek gently as she rests her hands flat on his chest.
"You're beautiful to me, Honey. I don't deserve you." He whispers against her lips as he lifts her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"I don't deserve you...thank you." She whispers in reply, a small tear escaping from her closed eyes and trailing down her cheek, followed by more until she's sobbing with her head against his neck.
He sits at the foot of his bed, holding her in his lap and letting her cry, silently comforting her from whatever demons she had playing in her head right now.