The song is Dirty Little Secret by All American Rejects, for lack of a better song.
It was nearly 3am when the roar of a motorcycle outside the house woke Half Sack up. He rubs his sleep blurred eyes, glancing down at Honey's sleeping body wrapped around his, then glancing at the clock and cursing quietly.
"Shit, I'm gonna die." He hurriedly disentangles his long legs from Honey's, trying not to wake her as he grabs his cut and leans down to kiss her forehead gently. She squirms a little, her nose twitching as she gets comfortable again using her pillow to cuddle with. He smiles at her adoringly then sighs as he hears the door shut downstairs. Before he slithers out the window, he unlocks the bedroom door to avert their suspicions.
She wakes up as he begins to scale his way down the sturdy oak tree outside her window and she yawns as she walks over to look down at him, smiling as she sees him walking down the sidewalk with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
'That's my prospect.' She shuts her window, stretching as she walks over to her closet to grab a nightgown, eagerly shedding her uncomfortable bra and lacy panties. She catches a glimpse of her reflection as she passes by the mirror on her way to bed and she can hardly recognize herself.
For the first time in a long time, she looked like a girl who was living. 'And that's perfectly normal. Why should I punish myself any longer? I'm happy, I'm allowed to be happy.'
She smiles softly at her reflection and was startled to realize that she actually felt pretty. She didn't hate the baby fat that clung to her cheeks, making her dimples more pronounced. She didn't hate the murky green of her eyes, especially since they were now a crystalline emerald color.
'I don't hate myself.' She smiles brighter, crossing her arms over her chest as she walks towards her bed, crawling under the covers and flipping her light out. 'I'm growing.'
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Half Sack couldn't stop smiling as he walked back to the clubhouse, having left his bike there so the neighbors wouldn't notice at Honey's. Spending the night with her was like the biggest pick me up he could imagine, even without sex.
He gets back to the clubhouse by 4am and walks in, surprised to see Opie sitting at the bar. The bear-like man nods in greeting to the younger man. Half Sack returns the gesture and clears his throat quietly. "Do you uh want me to get you a drink?"
Wordlessly, Opie holds up a half drank bottle of beer. Half Sack nods and fidgets with his phone before walking to his dorm, texting Honey.
Kip: goodnight baby
Elizabeth: goodnight kip, i love you
Kip: love you too
He lays his phone on the nightstand and strips down to his boxers, laying down and almost immediately falling asleep.
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Honey is woken up early by her phone vibrating loudly on the nightstand. Fumbling around for it, she sighs as she sees a text from Justin.
Justin: ey come over, we got some shit to talk about
She sighs and rolls her eyes as she sets her phone down, sitting up. 'Asshole.' She stands up and stretches, sighing as she walks over to the closet and grabs a thin babydoll dress, slipping it on over a plain black bra and maroon lace panties.
She sits on the bed to slip on her black flats, buckling them around her ankles and pausing a moment before standing and doing her usual smokey eye makeup and clear lip gloss. When that's done, she grabs her purse and walks downstairs to grab a strawberry poptart and walk out to her car. Much to her surprise, Jax was waiting for her in the kitchen.
"Morning, Jax." She smiles sweetly at him as she opens the cabinet to grab her poptart.
He smiles and puffs on his cigarette as he watches her. "Morning. Can we go for a ride to the streams?"
"Oh, sure." Then she sighs and shakes her head. "Crap, I'm supposed to help Gemma in the office."
Jax takes a deep breath and looks down. "It's important, Honey. I'll cover you with Mom."
Honey sighs and nibbles on her poptart as she nods slowly. "Okay, we can go."
He smiles his best Prince Charming smile at her and stands up straight. "Good. Finish your poptart."
"I will finish my poptart." She smirks teasingly and leans against the counter. "And you don't get any."
He reaches down and breaks the corner off of one, popping it into his mouth and smirking at her. She pouts and finishes the rest, poking his cheek and then wiping the crumbs from his stubbly cheek. "Let's go, before you decide to eat Mom out of house and home."
"Says the 130 pound girl who can eat as much as Opie." Jax ruffles her hair and she giggles as she runs ahead of him to escape it.
"Whatever, Jax. Are we going or not?"
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The early morning sun left a cool chill in the air as Jax parked his bike by the stream. Honey rubs her bare arms to bring some warmth back into them. As she looks out at the crystal blue water of the stream, Jax grabs a manila folder from his bike and nudges her gently. Sharing a small smile, they walk quietly over to the grassy spot beneath the redwood tree on the edge of the stream.
She sits down in the grass, smoothing her dress and tucking it around her legs as she watches him open the folder. "What is that?" She murmurs, watching him as she lays her head on his shoulder.
He hands her a stack of photos then wraps his arm around her shoulders. "I found some of dad's things in storage."
She slowly flips through the pictures, smiling fondly as she sees the members of the club, her parents as young people, and even some of Jax and Tommy. She had only ever seen a couple pictures of Thomas; he had died a couple years before she was born and Gemma didn't keep many photographs of him out.
She smiles as she holds one of the photos up to the light to see it better. "Wow, is that Clay holding me?" She checks the date scrawled on the back. "11-26-92, I wasn't a year old yet."
He nods, smiling as he looks at the photos over her shoulders although he had seen them all before. "Yeah, you were tiny. Here," He hands her another couple ones from the bottom of the folder and she gasps softly. "These are from a barbecue when you had just turned one."
Honey's eyes water as she looks down at the man she could barely remember, yet it was he who she considered her father and not Clay. He had a bright grin on his face as he holds her in his lap, her toothy smile lighting up her entire face as she reaches for something off camera.
"I wish I could've known him." She murmurs, looking up at Jax. He nods, kissing her forehead.
"He would be proud of you, Honey. You're a lot like him, quiet and thoughtful." He gives her a soft smile, ruffling her hair gently. She giggles softly and runs her fingers over the glossy photo.
"Can I...Can I keep this one?" She murmurs hopefully, looking up at her brother. He nods, putting the others back safely into the folder.
"Of course, Honey. Just be careful with it, I don't think these have any copies."
She nods and kisses his cheek softly, tucking the picture into her small floral and black crossbody bag. "I will, Jax. Thank you." She wraps her arms around his bround shoulders, hugging him tightly. He hugs her back for a moment then pulls away and smiles at her.
"We better get to the garage, mom is probably ready to kill us both." He glances at the other folder he had brought out as Honey stands up, brushing the grass from her dress. 'I'll keep that to myself for a little while longer...'
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Half Sack is walking into the garage to retrieve the invoice of repairs for the Toyota Camry in the bay when he sees Jax pull into the lot with Honey clinging to him, a carefree grin on her lips.
Not even noticing Tig standing behind him with a wrench in his hand, he mutters, "Fuck, she's hot..." As he watches her stretch, his eyes are drawn to the smooth skin off her thighs as her dress rides up and gives him just enough of a glimpse at her panties to make his cock stir in his jeans.
He's shocked out of his lustful reverie by a solid steel wrench thwacking against his arm and Tig glaring at him. "What was that, Prospect? Got a problem with wandering eyes?"
His eyes go wide and he tries to stutter out any excuse to get out of this. "I-I mean like a hot...teenager. Not a hot...woman?" He gulps as he fidgets with the paper in his hand. "Not a 'I wanna fuck you' hot, not at all, just a 'hey she's pretty' hot..."
Tig rolls his eyes, glancing pointedly at the front of Half Sack's jeans. "Yeah, I could hear your boner popping up from ten miles away."
Clay clears his throat and Half Sack's heart goes into overdrive, his eyes widening as he watches the older man walk over. He completely ignores Half Sack's presence, approaching Tig instead.
"Hey, I need you to drive the truck with Juice to Indian Hills in a few days as soon as our shit is straight with the gun shipment."
Tig frowns, putting his wrench down. "What? Missing a patchover party? C'mon, Clay! Get the prospect to do it!"
Clay raises his eyebrow, not even acknowledging Half Sack's existence. "What prospect?" He turns, walking off as Half Sack runs his fingers through his hair and sighs, wanting to disappear. Tig glares at him, shoving him back before shaking his head and turning back to the tool chest.
"Dumbass." He mutters, practically throwing the invoices at the prospect.
Half Sack quickly takes the papers and walks over to the office, his heart still racing as he lingers in the doorway, seeing Honey sitting on the edge of the desk, lighting a joint. She smiles softly at him, then frowns slightly as he stays in the doorway.
"Baby, shut the door and come here.." She murmurs quietly. He does so slowly, approaching her like a wild animal, cautiously. She gently grabs his wrist, laying the invoices to the side and spreading her legs so he can stand between them. He sighs as he rests his hands on her hips out of habit. "Now tell me what's wrong, you look like Tig just tried to rape you." She frowns, looking up at him as she offers him her joint. "He didn't, did he?"
He shakes his head as he takes a small puff from the joint. "No, I just pissed Clay off bad."
Honey kisses his jaw softly as her hands slowly run across his chest. "He'll get over it, baby."
He hands her the joint back and kisses her softly as he sighs. "I hope so." He smirks softly as he feels her press her hips against his, feeling the warmth of her center against his crotch. "Baby, we can't do this. Especially since Clay is already pissed at me for looking at you."
She pouts and lays back on the desk, the joint dangling between her candy-pink lips and her dress ridden up to show her lacy panties. "We can be quick..."
He tries to maintain his resolve but one glimpse of her smooth thighs and the hint of skin showing through the burgundy lace weakens him. "5 minutes." He mumbles as he starts to slide her panties down her thighs.
She grins as she sits up, snuffing out the joint and laying it on the desk before undoing his belt and jeans. "Whatever you say, baby."
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15 minutes later, he left the office with a grin on his lips, leaving Honey to fix her clothes and lip gloss, then straighten up the papers they had scattered from the desk. She sits back down in the chair and crosses her legs, still feeling the sensitivity between her thighs from her orgasm.
'Damn, I think that was even better than the first couple times.' She returns her attention to filling out the invoices, humming happily as she taps her foot against the edge of the desk. Gemma walks in, a bag of food from the diner in hand. She smiles at her daughter and gestures with her head towards the picnic tables outside the clubhouse.
"Have lunch with me." It was neither an invitation nor a request. Honey nods and obediently stands up, blushing as she smoothes her hair self consciously. 'Can she tell that Kip and I...?'
Gemma walks out towards the tables and Honey follows, sitting on the side across from her mother. Gemma opens the food bag and produces one of Honey's favorite foods- a double bacon cheeseburger with onions and lettuce, french fries on the side. Honey smiles as she starts to squirt some ketchup packets onto a napkin to dip. "Thanks, mom. What's the occasion?"
Gemma shrugs, sipping her soda as she watches Honey. "Nothing special, just wanted to spend some time with you. You haven't been home much lately."
Honey nods, the slight ache between her thighs reminding her of why she hadn't been home. "Yeah, I guess I haven't. Devon and I have been trying to hang out more since we'll have totally different schedules this year. Y'know, since I'm a junior and she's a senior."
Gemma nods as she begins to eat, keeping a watchful eye on Honey's reactions. "Did you get into that art class you signed up for?"
"I won't find out until August when I pay my class fees, but I hope so." Honey smiles, the sudden attention surprising her. She had long ago accepted the fact that Gemma had always had her focus on her Sons. Having a daughter was a mere afterthought in Gemma's grand scheme for life.
Gemma gently brushes a long of Honey's hair from her neck, seeing a small hickey just below her ear that she had missed with her concealer. "When are you gonna bring your new boyfriend around the club?"
Hiney blushes, her eyes wide as she immediately brings her hand up to cover the faint marks. Not missing a beat, she looks down at her half eaten burger as she says, "Devon did it."
Gemma frowns, a bit pissed that her information gathering trick was being thrown off. "What?"
Honey nods emphatically, quickly improvising a story. "Yeah, we were hanging out a few weeks ago and just decided to try it out." She shrugs nonchalantly, biting into her burger as she ignores Gemma's soul penetrating stare.
"Mhm. So my teenage daughter is a lesbian now?" Gemma asks, not believing her for a second.
"For now." Honey smiles innocently as she finishes her food and throws her trash away. "Thanks for the lunch, this was nice." She walks back into the office, fighting the urge to turn around and see if Gemma was following her. She grabs her phone from the desk and sits on the couch, texting Half Sack.
Elizabeth: my mom saw the hickeys on my neck so i told her devon and i are having a lesbian affair
Immediately she gets a response and smiles as she lays down on the couch, stretching lithely.
Kip: really? Is devon gonna like that?
Elizabeth: oh yeah she won't care, we've done way worse together
She stands up and walks over into the clubhouse, smiling as she sees him walking out of the dorms. "Hey."
"Hey." He smiles and leans against the bar. She leans up and kisses him gently.
"I can't stay long, I just wanted a drink and figured I'd let you in on my newfound sexuality." She smiles as she hears him laugh, his arms wrapping around her waist.
"Thanks for telling me. Rum?" He reaches behind the bar for her usual drink of choice then raises an eyebrow when she shakes her head.
"Just a soda." She smiles at his confusion as he hands her a cold sprite from the fridge. "I haven't been drinking, I want to be sober with you."
He smiles and gently caresses her hips as he kisses her cheek, feeling the soft warmth of her blush. "I love you, Honey."
"I love you too, Kip." She kisses him lovingly then pulls away, stepping back and taking a drink of her soda. "I better get back to the office."
He nods, watching her walk out and sighing as he sits on one of the bar stools with his head in his hands. 'Shit, Clay is already pissed at me, and that was just for looking...' Wondering when he had let his life get so complicated, he stands and stretches before walking out to the garage to end his break.