I do not own any characters from Sons of Anarchy. I own Sara and any other original characters.

Content Warning: Language

April 2005

Happy locked his dark eyes with hers. Even in the dim lighting he could see the slight variations in the flecks of blue of her irises. Maybe even some slivers of gray. They studied each other intently and wordlessly, her eyes scanning thoughtfully before she finally blew out an exasperated breath.

"This isn't fair," she declared petulantly as she folded her cards onto the coffee table. Bobby, Piney, and Happy all laughed, and Happy scooped his modest winnings to his side of the table.

"It's poker, honey. Ain't supposed to be fair," Bobby quipped puffing his cigar. The four were the only ones still up in the clubhouse now that it was near one in the morning. The rest of the club still hadn't returned but no one seemed concerned. A couple of the mechanics who had hung around for drinks had left a while ago—accompanied by Sara grumbling about how they got to leave—and a few girls had passed out on the pool table about an hour ago – one of which's skirt had ridden up around her waist in her sleep revealing her bare ass to the world. Classy.

"Well, I'm fucking tired," Piney declared and bid them all goodnight in his gruff Piney way. Bobby followed shortly afterward, heading down the hallway towards the dorms.

Sara sighed and leaned back against the worn couch curling her legs up under her and closing her eyes resting her head on the arm rest. She had stopped drinking around the time the girls had passed out and now was in that warm, drowsy place that came with sobering up.

"Tired?" his gruff voice asked. She heard him rustling around and peeked an eye open. He had gathered up the cards and began tossing them one by one trying to get them in an empty chip bowl on the table. She made an affirmative sound and shifted again to tuck her bare feet under his thigh to keep them warm without a thought.

Sara couldn't help herself from seeking out physical contact with the man beside her. It seemed that every time she looked at him, he was even sexier than before and the darkness in his eyes bored right into her every time he looked her way. His thigh was warm and heavy on her toes and she felt them curl involuntarily in response to a sudden fantasy about his heavy warmth resting between her legs.

Happy glanced away from the bowl to take her in as her toes wiggled beneath his leg. She looked innocent as she rested, her blonde hair falling around her face framing it nicely. He let himself briefly fantasize about what her face might look like as he pushed into her, eyes closed and head thrown back.

The corner of his mouth turned up as she grimaced and shifted around again, clearly not comfortable. Without a word, he hoisted her legs across his lap, allowing her to stretch out and telling himself it was because he was being a good host to a valuable friend of the club. She reclined fully and opened her crystal eyes long enough to give him an appreciative smile.

He had learned quite about her in the hours that they had hung out, but at the same time felt like he knew nothing solid about her because she hadn't opened up about anything personal. He could relate, not being one to spill his personal life on the table for someone he just met, but he wasn't used to it from a woman. Women always seemed to talk too much about shit that didn't need to be shared.

She was a bit of an enigma to him; she seemed a little too soft around the edges to be the daughter of an outlaw and he couldn't quite put his finger on the feelings it aroused deep in his core. She was something new for him, almost akin to a breath of fresh air.

What was all this pussy shit floating around in his head? Shaking the thoughts out, he rested his own head back and let his eyes close.

Happy startled awake when he heard the doors open. He shook his head to clear it and glanced around, realizing that at some point he had slid down to lie squeezed between Sara's back and the couch. She groaned beside him and nestled her face deeper into his bicep which had somehow ended up her pillow. He grimaced slightly at the affectionate movement but didn't remove his arm; instead, he leaned into the back of the couch, trying to see the door without disturbing her too much.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Jax asked quietly as the guys approached sporting shit-eating grins.

"How'd it go?" Happy questioned in a rough sleep-edged voice. The younger man's grin somehow got bigger when Sara made an agitated noise and shifted back so she was flush against Happy's warm body. Happy did his best to ignore it, keeping his eyes trained on Jax and fighting the urge to push up on her tight ass.

"Went perfectly, brother. I assume things went well here?" Tig asked nodding towards Sara's sleeping form.

"Quiet night." Happy assured evenly and fought a yawn.

"All tuckered out from all that nothing you did tonight?" Kozik teased with a smirk. Happy flipped him the finger.

"So didja bang her?" Tig asked curiously. Sara groaned loudly in frustration beside him.

"Oh my god, guys, shut the fuck up! It's like five AM. No, we did not fuck. Now go to sleep," she snapped irritably and the guys all snickered.

"Aye, mum!" Chibs shouted as they all made their way to the back. Sara scoffed with closed eyes and adjusted to get comfortable again. She could feel Happy still leaning back against the couch and she blindly felt around for his arm – not at all disappointed to be groping his solid body—and pulled it over her waist, forcing him to wrap his body heat around her.

"Comfortable?" he quietly teased into her ear.

"Go to sleep," she ordered grumpily and felt his chest rumble in smothered laughter. He shifted his core to get comfortable and realized that he was hard. In an oh, what the hell moment he let his hips press into hers from behind, her ass nestling nicely into the concave of his pelvis. He was positive she could feel him hard against her soft flesh though she did nothing to give anything away. His arm moved from its position draped across her to run his fingers down her side, dipping into her waist and rising again as it skimmed across her feminine hips.

A contented sigh escaped the depth of her chest and she leaned back into his chest further opening herself. Happy let his fingers slip under the fabric of her tank to graze the bare skin of her belly. As he boldly tried to slip his fingers beneath the band of her shorts his actions were halted by her fingers wrapping around his wrist.

"Not gonna happen," she whispered with eyes closed and an amused grin on her face. He buried his own grin in her shoulder.

"You sure?" he whispered back flirtatiously, attempting once more to push his hand downward. She giggled and shook her head.

"Positive."

"Can't blame a man for trying," he grumbled as his hand moved to rest comfortably on her hip.

"Go to sleep, Happy," she whispered with a quiet chuckle.

"How am I supposed to sleep like this?" he asked, pressing his hips into her from behind, reminding her of his predicament.

"Think about Tig," she responded smartly, and his loud groan served as his only response.

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