The song for this chapter is Sweet Jane by Cowboy Junkies. It's a really nice song. In fact, if you listen to no other song from these chapters, you should listen to this one.
Last calm, undramatic chapter for awhile, I swear! I had honestly forgotten this episode when I promised the drama was starting so I apologize.
A few days later, Honey is sitting on the edge of the bed in Half Sack's dorm, pulling her baby pink, lace ruffled sundress on as Half Sack watches her.
"I'll see you later? The fundraiser thing?" He mumbles, his voice still hoarse from sleep. She nods and leans down to kiss him once she's dressed, her long, dark chocolate colored hair brushing against his chest and making him smile.
"Yup, mom is making me work in the chili booth for a couple hours and then I'm free." She slides her feet into her light peach colored Keds and stands up, smoothing her dress as she turns to look at her boyfriend, a sheet haphazardly strewn across his thighs, his reddish-blonde hair a sleepy mess, and a goofy grin on his lips. "Do I look okay?"
He nods, yawning as he sits up and runs his hands through his hair, checking his phone for the time. "Yeah, baby. You look like one of those innocent girls that like wore the sweaters around their arms in the 50s."
She laughs softly as she shakes her head, putting one hand on her hip. "Are you saying I'm not innocent now?"
"Not after that wakeup call." He smirks at her as he stands up, pulling his boxers on.
She smiles demurely and flutters her eyelashes softly. "I just wanted to spend some time with my baby this morning."
He smiles as he rests his hands on her hips and kisses her lips sweetly, almost chastely. "If you say so, Honey." Suddenly he starts tickling her sides and she shrieks, squirming away from him as she laughs.
"S-stop! Kip, oh my god!" She squirms, her cheeks flushed as she laughs, covering her mouth to hide her giggles as he stops and kisses her forehead.
"Now, go be a good biker princess and maybe you and I can sneak off into the school when you finish at the booth." He smirks at her, his eyes roaming her body as if he had x-ray vision and could see her nude colored panties beneath the ruffled skirt of her sundress.
She blushes as she nods and lays her hand on the doorknob reluctantly, kissing him softly and smiling as she murmurs, "I'll see you later, baby."
Quietly and stealthily, she slips out of his dorm as he walks into the bathroom to wash off.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Honey drives to the school, checking her pink lipgloss to make sure it wasn't smudged before she gets out and walks slowly over to the chili booth where she could see Gemma and Luann already setting up. Gemma crosses her arms as she takes notice of her youngest walking up, a forced look of apology on her baby face.
"Don't even give me that shit, you're late." Gemma crosses her arms, glaring down at her as she has the grace to look a bit regretful.
"I know, mom, I'm sorry. I swear, I'll do anything to make it up to you. I just couldn't find my phone and keys this morning." She glances at Luann, trying to hide a laugh as she imitates Gemma's angry stance behind her back.
Gemma frowns and turns to her best friend, catching her in the midst of shaking her finger threateningly and making an exaggerated angry face. "Hey, Porn Queen, get your ass to work." Luann smirks and returns to setting out bowls as Gemma turns back to Honey and sighs.
"Just get to work." She returns to setting up and Honey smiles as she slips behind the booth and over to Luann, giving her a one-armed hug.
"Hey, sweetie." Luann smiles and nudges Honey jokingly. "If you ever get tired of working for your mom, I always have a spot at the studio for you."
"Yeah, I'm sure the guys would love seeing me in the, what's it called, Saffron Sorority?" She smirks and bumps her hip lightly against Luann's.
The older woman laughs and shakes her head. "No, baby, I mean doing the costumes and makeup and shit, you're good at that stuff."
Honey smiles, biting her lip softly as she looks at her aunt. "Good to know, Aunt Luann." The two women work in a companionable silence as people slowly start to filter in. In a few hours, Honey swipes a hand over her forehead brushing the stray locks of hair away and calling out to Gemma as she starts to walk out. "Alright mom, my debt to society is up! I'll be back in a few hours."
Gemma nods and Honey laughs as she sees Bobby sneaking around the back towards the Elvis booth, knowing he was about to get a new ass torn for being late.
She gets into her car and drives to the clubhouse, humming along to the pop song playing on the radio as she smiles softly to herself, nearly giddy as she finally lets herself bathe in the afterglow from this morning. She had snuck into the dorm not long after 6, knowing he'd just be about to wake up and his voice would have that gravelly undertone that made her tingly in all the best ways.
Pulling into the lot, she notices a few bikes parked and smiles seeing his white Dyna among them. 'We're off to see the boyfriend, the wonderful boyfriend of mine.' She hums the tune in her head as she nearly skips into the clubhouse, smiling as she sees Clay, Piney, and another man sitting at the bar with Half Sack serving beers.
"Hey, daddy." She kisses his cheek then hugs Piney. "Hey, you grumpy old man."
"Moody young girl." Piney retorts, patting her back gently as he smiles, secretly enjoying their little banter. Honey smiles as she sits on the barstool beside him, glancing at the new man then at Half Sack.
"Can I have a soda please?" He nods and hands her an ice cold sprite, smiling at her as he sets a glass of beer in front of the man.
Clay glances at his stepdaughter then at Chucky. "Honey, this is one of Otto's friends from prison. He's got us a little project with the Chinese."
Honey smiles sweetly at the harmless looking man, sipping her soda. "Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Clay's stepdaughter."
He smiles at her politely, taking a drink of his beer. "It's nice to meet you, as well." His hand slides into his pants and Honey's eyes widen as he starts to jerk off.
She glances at Piney as he mutters, "Jesus..." Clearing her throat softly, she glances at Half Sack as he pulls a chair up beside them, his face clearly showing he was freaked out.
"Uhm...Chucky?" She murmurs softly, avoiding looking at his lower half, instead choosing to focus on a spot on the wall behind his head.
He looks at her, smiling softly. "Yes, Honey?"
Piney gestures at the man's crotch, shaking his head. "The uh...the hand on the dick, what's the deal?"
Chucky glances down and blushes as he slowly pulls his hand out of his pants. "I am so sorry." He sighs, fixing his shirt over his crotch. "I have this condition, I'm not even aware that I'm doing it."
"CMD?" Honey murmurs, crossing her legs as she looks interested suddenly.
Clay frowns at his stepdaughter then raises an eyebrow as Chucky nods, grinning. "Yes! Exactly!"
Honey glances at the men around her who are all staring at her in confusion and she sighs. "CMD stands for Compulsive Masturbation Disorder. It usually stems from some sort of childhood trauma- sexual abuse, severe loss, stuff like that."
Chucky nods as he drinks his beer, his eyes nearly sparkling as he looks at the young girl. "Yes, I was sexually abused as a child." He clears his throat, folding his hands in his lap. "I couldn't get the right meds in prison so it's a bit uncontrollable right now, I apologize."
Piney chuckles and shakes his head. "I used to have that. Then, well hell, I turned 13." Half Sack laughs, shaking his head as he looks over at Honey.
She rolls her eyes, patting Chucky's shoulder softly. "Ignore them, they're just insensitive old men." She shoots Half Sack a pointed look and he looks down.
Chucky nods and smiles softly at her, clearly enjoying her presence. "I accept that."
Clay rolls his eyes and sets the AK he had been working on on the counter down. "I don't give a damn about his childhood trauma. If I see his hand dance in his pants one more time I'm gonna tie him up and throw him in the goddamn closet."
Chucky swallows hard, nodding as he looks down with a nervous sweat breaking out on his bruised forehead. "I accept that. Can I uhm go to the bathroom?"
Clay nods as Piney stands up. "First door on the right." The skittish man nods and hurries towards the bathroom. As soon as he is out of sight Honey frowns in disapproval at the men.
"You all are so mean." She crosses her arms, glowering at each of them. Piney and Clay shrug at her, making her sigh. "Are you two heading out?"
Clay nods, replacing the AK beneath the bar. "Yeah. When are you going back to the fundraiser?"
"Probably in an hour or two, it's hotter than Satan's left ball out there." She stretches, her thin dress riding up on her thighs.
Piney chuckles and kisses her forehead before walking towards the door, lugging his oxygen tank behind him. Clay grins and kisses her temple, following Piney out. She and Half Sack stare at each other until they hear the sound of the bikes leaving the lot and then he stands up, kissing her passionately.
She smiles as she grips the edges of his cut, murmuring against his lips as she tugs him closer, "You coming to the fundraiser?"
He nods, his hands running slowly along her thighs and under her dress to feel the lace trim of her cotton panties. "Yeah, later. I'm supposed to babysit the Jerk Off."
She pulls away and frowns up at him, for once not amused. "Don't call him that. He can't help it, and he seems like a nice guy."
He sighs and nods slowly, gently caressing her hips to calm her. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry." He kisses her jaw softly just below her ear. "How did you know that shit anyway?"
"Oh, about the CMD?" She runs her fingers gently along the collar of his cut, her eyes flutterig closed as he trails tender kisses all over her neck. "I took a psychology class my freshman year, we went over it a little."
He hums softly in acknowledgement and picks her up, setting her on the bar easily and smiling as she spreads her legs so he can stand between them. "You're kind of amazing, you know that?"
She giggles softly and shakes her head, wrapping her legs loosely around his slim hips. "Because I know what makes some guys jerk off obsessively?"
"No, because you're you." He grins as he slides his hands up to just under her breasts, knowing she wore no bra. "But not all guys jerk off because they're traumatized. Sometimes it's because they have smoking hot girlfriends who can't always sneak away to spend the night with them."
"Sounds like you know from experience." She smirks as she leans up to kiss him only to be interrupted by Chucky gasping from the hallway doorway. Immediately, they jump apart and Honey runs her tongue along her bottom lip, glancing at the man who once again had his hand in his pants.
"You cannot tell anyone what you just saw." She says seriously, fixing her clothes as Half Sack steps back and lets her handle it. "Please..."
Chucky nods, looking back and forth between the young couple. "You two love each other." He murmurs, slowly removing his hand from his pants as the shock wears off a little.
Honey nods and smiles weakly, looking down. "Yeah...but if the guys find out..."
"I get it. I won't breathe a word, Honey." He smiles at her and she relaxes slowly, returning his sweet smile.
"Thank you so much, Chucky." She hops off of the bar and gives them both a dazzling smile. "Anyone want another beer?"
o-o-o-o-o-o
It was a couple hours later when Honey left the clubhouse, humming happily. They had sat at the bar talking, her seated comfortably in Half Sack's lap, for the entire time. It was nice to be able to hug and kiss her boyfriend whenever she felt the need without sneaking off.
Her face was still glowing with a bright grin when she bumped into Jax leaving the chili booth. "Hey, Jaxy." She smiles at him, laughing softly as he ruffles her hair.
"Don't call me that." He nods his head towards where Opie was standing by the fireworks. "Gonna go talk to Ope, he's having a tough time with Kyle being here. You coming?"
Honey nods immediately, walking beside Jax as they approach Opie. She taps him on the shoulder to get his attention then grins as he turns around. "I thought you might need another pyromaniac to oversee your fireworks." He grins, the first one to truly reach his eyes in a long time as he wraps his arms around the younger girl, enveloping her in a bear hug and lifting her off the ground. She giggles and holds onto him, rubbing her face against his beard just as she did when she was a kid.
"You grew up, Hon." He smiles as he sets her down gently after a couple minutes. Jax watches from the sidelines as they reconnect.
"Just a little. Look, you don't have to bend as far to reach me now." She smiles, blushing softly as he runs his fingers through her hair.
He chuckles and nods, kissing her forehead. "You're still tiny." He gestures to the steps in between the boxes of fireworks. She sits on the step, smoothing her dress beneath her to prevent her from showing her ass.
"We all can't be 6'0" and built like a WWE bear." She shrugs and smiles as Jax sits on Opie's other side, lighting a cigarette. "How are you Ope?"
He shrugs, sighing as he looks like the weight of the world comes crashing back onto his shoulders. "I don't know. Everything's so ass backwards now." He looks out to where Honey can see Kyle playing the egg toss with his daughter. "The club...Donna, the kids...I can't get it all to hook up anymore."
Honey rests her head on his shoulder and sighs softly, laying her hand on his denim covered thigh. "Maybe it just needs time. Your kids missed you, Ope. I babysat a couple times and I tried my best to tell them all about you. So you wouldn't be a stranger when you came back."
"Thank you." He murmurs, kissing her forehead as he rubs his large, warm hand over her back.
All three of them watch in nearly stunned silence as Kyle's shirt rides up, showing the very bottom of the reaper tattoo that all club members got upon membership. Jax starts to stand up but Opie beats him to it, handing Honey his barely burnt cigarette. "This is me, Jax."
They watch as he follows Kyle and his son into the school, both of them worried at what the outcome will be. Honey sighs as she takes a drag from the cigarette and coughs. "Ugh, shit. Menthol?"
Jax shakes his head and laughs softly, looking down at his baby sister. "You can smoke more weed than any stoner I know but you choke from one puff of a cigarette."
"That's me, I'm special." She shrugs and snuffs the cigarette out on the step, handing it to Jax in case Opie wanted it back. "I'm gonna go find Donna."
"Honey..." Jax mutters in warning but she shakes her head, standing up and dusting her dress off.
"No, Jax. She needs to see that not all of SAMCRO is out to hurt her family." She walks away, her eyes scanning the sea of kids playing, looking for the woman.
Finding her by the egg toss, she walks over and smiles as she sees Ellie sitting with her on the bench. "Hey, ladies. Mind if I join?"
Donna's smile loses some of it's brightness, her face becoming a little more guarded as Ellie scoots over to make room beside her. "Sure, Honey."
Honey sits beside the young girl and smiles as she notices the intricate braid in her hair. "Your hair is really pretty, Ell."
She blushes and twirls the end of the braid around her fingertip. "Thanks, mommy did it."
Honey smiles and laughs softly, touching the girl's golden brown hair gently. "You know something? Your dad used to braid my hair when I was your age."
Ellie's blue eyes widen and she tilts her head a little curiously. "Really? He can braid?"
Honey nods, smiling secretively as she mock-whispers, "He also knows how to paint nails."
"But he's a boy, where'd he learn to do it?" She frowns, crossing her arms in disbelief. Donna can't help but laugh as she watches Honey raise her eyebrow.
"When I was 5, your dad was 19. You weren't born yet." She sighs, smiling as she reminisces. "Anyway, he thought it would be the funnest thing ever if we climbed onto the roof of the garage to hide away from my mom and your mom."
Donna laughs softly as she remembers it all vividly. "You slid off the ladder and fell, didn't you?"
Honey nods, showing the scar on her elbow. "Broke my arm, had to get pins in it. Which meant that my arm was out of commission for awhile and since he felt guilty for it, he learned how to braid and paint nails and he read to me and stuff. He was my pet bear slave for almost a year."
Ellie giggles as she looks up at her mother and she nods in confirmation. "Dad really did that?" Honey nods and nudges the young girl gently. "I bet he'd be happy to braid your hair too, if you ask him."
Ellie nods slowly and looks down, fidgeting a little. "He won't get mad?"
"Of course not, Ell. When you get home tonight, ask him." She kisses the young girl's forehead softly then smiles at her. "Now go play with your friends so your mom and I can be boring adults together."
She watches as Ellie runs away and then she turns to Donna, happy to see a small smile on her face. "Thanks, Honey. She's been...shy around Ope."
"I know, I figured she could use some encouragement." She crosses her legs as she stretches, accidentally showing the small hickeys on her thighs and making Donna gasp softly.
"Honey, who-" Immediately, Honey covers the marks up and blushes.
"Nothing!" She replies a little too quickly, making Donna give her the 'I know you're lying' look that only mothers can pull off. Honey sighs and looks down, biting her lip gently. "You cannot tell anyone if I tell you. I don't care what beef you have with the club or what problems you and Opie have, this is between us in confidence."
Donna nods, frowning as she leans forward to hear the girl's hushed voice. "I swear, Honey. You know I've always kept your secrets."
Honey nods and looks around, sighing quietly before whispering, "The prospect and I are kinda..."
"Oh my god!" Donna gasps and covers her mouth, her eyes as wide as humanly possible.
Honey shushes her, frowning as she looks around to make sure no one had noticed. "Shh, it's got to be a secret. Do you know what would happen if Clay found out? Or any of the guys for that matter?"
Donna nods, trying to compose herself quickly. "Wow...the...the prospect huh? What's that like?"
"Amazing." She grins as she leans back, her hands resting over her stomach as she looks up at the summer sky. "Every time he kisses me, I get fluttery and warm and I never want him to stop."
Donna smiles as she watches the teenaged girl. "Sounds major, Honey."
"I think it is." She leans forward blushing and whispering, "He was my first."
Donna grins, suddenly feeling like a teenager gossiping again as she props her head on her hand. "Really? That's so sweet!"
She nods, smiling nervously as she looks down at her lap. "I never thought a guy could make me feel like this..."
Donna smiles and wraps her arms around the girl, hugging her gently. "You've got it bad, Honey. Don't worry, none of this will ever get back to anyone. And anytime you need to talk, just come over."
Honey nods and smiles as she hugs the girl she had once considered closer to her than Tara was. "Thank you."
o-o-o-o-o-o
"Well I better get back to the fireworks." Opie mutters and walks towards the door. Half Sack rubs his hands over his jeans and clears his throat as he looks over at Clay.
"Clay?" As the older man looks at him, beer in hand, he swallows hard. "I was actually wondering if I could go to the fundraiser for maybe an hour? I swear I'll be back in time to clean up."
Clay nods, glancing at Kyle. "Yeah, just be back in an hour to clean up. You did good today."
He grins, unable to hide his happiness at the praise as he stands up. "Thanks, Clay. I'll be back later."
He starts to walks out, getting onto his bike and texting Honey.
Kip: coming to the fundraiser but i only have an hour
He smirks as he gets a reply almost immediately.
Elizabeth: that's enough time to watch the fireworks and have a quicky in the school locker room
Smirking to himself, he drives towards the school as the sun starts to set.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Honey is waiting by the school gate for Half Sack when Gemma hurries over, her boot heels thudding on the pavement. "Honey, come on. You're singing."
"What?" She frowns, looking at her mother in confusion. "Singing what?"
"An act cancelled last minute, I need you to sing. Just one song." Gemma grabs her wrist and tugs her in the direction of the stage.
Honey shakes her head, her heartbeat speeding up. "N-no, mom, I can't-"
"You can and you will. Give the band the music you need and you'll be fine, baby girl." Gemma kisses her forehead gently before pushing her towards the stage.
Honey sighs and texts Half Sack in a hurry as she explains what music she wants to the band.
Elizabeth: my mom is forcing me to sing so ill be on the stage i guess?
She slips her phone back into her white, crochet cross-body bag and takes a deep breath as she steps out onto the stage, a soft blush on her cheeks as she walks up to the microphone.
"Uhm...hi." She clears her throat softly as the crowd falls nearly silent at the sight of the shy, slim girl almost trembling on stage. "I didn't really know I was going to be singing but...I'm going to be singing a song called Sweet Jane. Hope I don't hurt your ears too much."
A couple murmured chuckles ripple through the assembled crowd as the band starts playing and Honey looks down for a moment before looking out at the crowd, trying not to feel nervous. She can't hold back a smile as she sees Half Sack working his way through the crowd, eyes on her.
As she starts to sing, she sways along to the music slowly. Half Sack finally makes it to the fromt of the crowd and his eyes widen as he listens to the soft, sultry sound of her voice.
"Anyone who's ever had a heart,
Wouldn't turn around and break it...
And anyone who's ever played a part,
Wouldn't turn around and hate it.
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Oh, sweet , sweet Jane..."
She slowly gets more comfortable singing and relaxes, smiling as she looks out at the crowd, managing to make it through the entire song without messing up.
After the song finishes and the music fades out, she smiles and blushes vividly at the loud applause the crowd bestows upon her. "Thank you." She grins and runs her fingers through her hair out of pure habit. "Now it's time for a little break then there'll be more music after the raffle numbers are called."
She steps off stage and gestures with her head towards the gym. Half Sack nods and follows her discreetly as she practically floats ahead of him. When they're in the gym, she turns and grins as she wraps her arms around his neck. "Oh my god, Kip, did you see?"
"I saw, baby, you were fantastic." He smiles and kisses her passionately, holding her against him closely. "I can't stay long though baby, the guys have some shit they want me there for."
"You're really stepping up, huh?" She smiles as she runs her fingertips along his cheekbone and down his jawline.
He nods, kissing her temple gently. "I'm trying. The sooner I'm patched in, the sooner we can stop sneaking around."
She nods then sighs as she looks down at his grey Captain America tshirt. "We still gotta wait 'til I'm 18."
He nods and kisses her neck softly, his hands cupping her round ass. "I know, but if I'm patched in, it'll take a unanimous vote to exile me which means we can start to flirt or something, be subtle."
"Lay the groundwork for us to get together?" She smiles, tilting her head back to look up at him as he nods. "I like it."
She's about to pull him towards the locker room with the promise of shower sex when his prepay rings. "Shit." He sighs and answers it. "Hello? Yeah. I know, Clay, I'm really sorry. Honey was singing on stage and it was really good and I guess I lost track of the time. I'll be right there."
He flips the phone closed and glances at Honey regretfully. "I gotta go, I was supposed to be back 10 minutes ago. I guess the drive took longer than I thought."
She nods and kisses him softly. "Okay, baby. Be careful, please? Text me later too."
He nods and pecks her lips gently then walks out, a soft smile on his lips as he hurries over to his bike.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Half Sack watches from the background as Kyle takes a huge gulp from the whiskey bottle and Tig all too eagerly grabs the blowtorch.
'Is this what happens when you get kicked out?' His mind whispers as he bites his bottom lip, watching as they chain the panting man up, arms spread wide. Logically, he knew that it was more than that, but in his mind he could practically feel the heat searing his own skin. 'What's the punishment for fucking your club president's daughter? Maybe a blowtorch to your entire body?'
He watches Jax douse Kyle's back with the remainder of the whiskey and Tig begin to sear the inked flesh, starting with the S of Sons. The flesh began to blacken and bubble as he screams, thrashing against the chains that bind him.
When he finally passes out from the pain, he watches as Tig methodically burns out the rest of the tattoo before they unchain him, letting him fall to the ground in an unconscious heap. RBobby and Tig wrap him in a blanket and bundle him into the back of the van as Clay stands up, pointing to the mess of seared skin bits, blood, and whiskey on the garage floor. "Prospect, clean this up."
Half Sack nods, trying not to breath the sickening smell of burnt flesh as he grabs a mop and broom. "Alright, Clay."
o-o-o-o-o-o
It was after 2am when he texted her, sitting on one of the work benches in the garage. The concrete floor still held traces of blood but he didn't think his stomach could handle looking at the mess for another moment without a break.
Kip: hey baby, you still awake?
Elizabeth: Aren't I always? Mom and I just got home
Kip: you should get some sleep baby
Elizabeth: i know but youll be busy soon, Juice is supposed to be back from Indian Hills tomorrow.
Kip: yeah but that just means he's an extra hand so I'll have less work
Elizabeth: true...i guess ill try to get some sleep.
Kip: good...goodnight Honey. I love you.
Elizabeth: i love you too, baby
He tucks his phone back into his pocket and sighs as he grabs his broom to finish cleaning up, running a hand through his messy hair before getting back to work, the sound of the radio playing classic rock the only sound in the lonesome garage as he sweeps the liquid towards the drain.