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

October 2007

It was a slow day at the garage so Happy had been using the precious downtime to work on his own bike for the better part of the morning. He looked up when he heard a pair of heels clicking towards him. His eyes scanned down her tight young body as she approached. He didn't miss the way her tits bounced slightly—definitely natural: fake tits don't bounce like that. Plus, who gets fake tits that small?

"Hey. Gem wanted me to drop off some lunch." Sara held up two large brown bags awkwardly. Her blue eyes met his and she smiled slightly. This was the first inkling of honest kindness she had thrown his way since she had come to Charming.

"Take it out to the tables." Happy rasped gruffly before turning back to his bike, unsure of what to make of the gesture. She watched him for a moment longer before obeying with a sigh.

A few years ago, he had been nothing but flirtatious so his more recent harsh attitude had taken her by surprise. Nonetheless, she couldn't help her attraction to the man despite his sour disposition, her recent dream resolidifying her desire for him.

Nowadays he seemed inexplicably cross with her all the time. She knew hadn't been making the situation any better by sending the attitude right back, knowing that it incensed him further. Things had been a little better since she had lost it on him in Clay's driveway but she had been giving him a wide berth since, not wanting to face him after unloading all her shit on him like that.

Gemma had been right when she told her how to deal with these men. They thrived off of subordination and she knew that every time she pushed back at him, it was a sign of disrespect. Part of her loved getting a rise out of him; the control made her feel powerful, if nowhere else in her life.

However, she also knew that once he had it in his head that they were on bad terms, it would stay that way. If you wanted something to change, you had to make it happen yourself. Bikers were stubborn and cantankerous but ultimately still just simple men who were easily swayed by female wiles. When Gemma had asked her to bring lunch, Sara had bit the proverbial bullet and decided it was finally time to take her advice and try to bury the hatchet. After all, the fastest way to man's heart was through his stomach, right?

She had always been a sucker for older men and Happy was definitely a prime example of what a few stints in prison could do to a man's physique, regardless of age. She didn't wholly mind that he wasn't very talkative either because she knew she was chatty enough for the both of them. The fact he was kind of a dick didn't escape her, but most club guys were when you were a woman; especially when you are the daughter of the biggest rat in the club's history. Honestly, when he wasn't being a complete asshole his quiet arrogance turned her on.

Her dream had reawakened thoughts about him that had been completely smothered by their toxic interactions. She had to keep reminding herself that she just because she wanted to fuck him didn't mean she liked him or anything. They could still maintain their frosty interactions and have shameless sex.

She was pretty sure he was still attracted to her. Problem was that Happy didn't seem overly affected by her since she had been back beyond being mad at her. In fact, barring the few times he caught her looking at him and the snide comments about her father, he hadn't really acknowledged her existence. For a brief moment she wondered if he maybe had a girlfriend but she pushed that thought away. He was a loner by nature, she knew that.

Regardless, she didn't even know what she wanted from him. Did she want to fuck him? Hell yeah. Would she actually, given the opportunity? She didn't know. She knew what he did for the club—Ryan had been an enforcer for the club, too, after all— but she was getting the sense from being around the other guys that Happy enjoyed the kill more than the average member and part of that scared her. She wasn't really sure what that said about a man.

More than anything, she was irritated that he didn't seem nearly as affected by her presence as she was by his. At least if he acted like he wanted her too she'd feel better about her own attraction to him. She sucked her teeth and tried to dismiss her shallow, petulant sensitivity as the after effects of her dream and the loneliness she had felt since Ryan had been arrested.

She set the bag on the table as the other mechanics and club members made their way over to grab sandwiches and individual bags of chips. She smiled sweetly to them and handed them food but was distracted as her gaze shifted towards the garage where Happy was still focused on his bike.

Seriously? He couldn't even take a minute to come get a damn sandwich? Her internal self huffed in frustration and she flopped down onto the bench.

"You okay?" Juice asked through a mouthful of food. She cringed at his lack of manners but nodded in response to the question.

"Fine. Don't speak with your mouth full." She reprimanded and he just gave her a goofy grin.

"I'm still pretty, right?" She asked absently. Juice snorted and nodded before taking a long drink to help wash down his food.

"You know you are. What's up?' He finally asked with a clear mouth.

"Hmm. Nothing. I just… I feel like… I don't know. Maybe I'm starting to get old." She sighed dramatically.

"You're twenty-two." He pointed out.

"Yeah but in this world that means I might as well be thirty-five."

"Yeah that's not old either... I've seen some smokin' hot thirty-somethings." He responded pointedly. She glared at him and stole a few chips. "I think the problem is that you are used to guys falling all over each other for you and maybe that's not happening here in Charming." He responded with a disturbing amount of accuracy. She hummed noncommittally and shook the thoughts from her head.

"What're your plans for this weekend?" She asked stealing another chip and Juice swatted her hand. Sara stuck her tongue out in response and popped the chip in her mouth.

"I don't know. Probably just gonna hang around the clubhouse. Go to the party, maybe out to a bar. The usual." He answered with a shrug and wiped his mouth, pushing his empty sandwich wrapper away.

Sara's attention was pulled away as Happy finally approached the table. She watched his eyes flick between herself and Juice surveying them critically. She gave him a small smile and let her gaze slide down his body appreciatively. He was in a pair of low slung jeans and a white beater that was dark with greasy stains. His body had a slick sheen of sweat to it and she briefly fantasized about licking the salt from his tattooed skin.

Happy grabbed a sandwich and watched the blonde as her eyes glazed slightly and she bit her lip, clearly somewhere else in her mind. Her long blonde hair was pulled up off her neck in a ponytail. Her firm little ass was tucked into a pair of tight skinny jeans and the soft flesh of her flat belly was exposed by a little white cotton cropped bustier. His mouth dried a little as his eyes dropped to her heaving cleavage.

Happy cleared his throat and turned his attention back to his food, opting to take a seat across from her rather than returning to his bike to eat as he originally intended. He had been trying his hardest to ignore the sexy little blonde before him and she certainly wasn't making it easy. He knew this little girl wanted him, she sure as hell wasn't being subtle. But she was also giving him whiplash with her mood changes and he didn't have time for crazy. Sure, he wanted to fuck her into the mattress but the last thing he needed was some girl getting the wrong idea and start hanging around thinking they were gonna have some bullshit fairy tale. Plus she was kind of an overindulged little bitch.

Juice rambled on about something but neither Sara nor Happy were paying any attention; they were eying each other over the table, previous transgressions suddenly forgotten. His eyes dropped to her mouth as her little pink tongue swiped across her lips. He cleared his throat and looked down at his food for a second and when his eyes returned that little mouth was pulling a knowing smile. So the bitch knew what she was doing.

He leaned forward with his arms on the table; his muscles flexed as he shifted his weight and watched her smile turn to a smirk as his muscles rippled under his tattooed skin.

"You gonna come, Sare?" Juice's voice cut into her dirty thoughts sharply and she looked at her friend in startled confusion.

"What?" She asked, not fully comprehending what he had asked.

"To the party? You gonna go?" Her gaze flicked back to Happy but he had turned his attention to his food.

"Uhh. Not sure yet." She answered vaguely her brain still fuzzy from her thoughts. She half heartedly continued conversing with Juice but her thoughts were still reeling.

Okay, so the sexual tension from years ago was back.

She hadn't wanted someone this badly since Ryan. He had been the first guy she had slept with and the two had been together for six years. Sure, she had slept with other guys along the way since she and Ryan were prone to frequent break-ups but those had been more about proving a point than actually wanting those guys.

Sex with Ryan had been good and he had certainly been an attentive lover but they had been together so long that there hadn't been much spontaneity in the last year or two before his arrest and Ryan had always worried about hurting her or doing something she didn't want to do.

She was sure Happy did not have those concerns. Maybe that's why she was so drawn to him. He looked like a good hard fuck and that's what she was looking for. Now, she just had to convince him.

She looked over at him as he rose and threw his trash into the paper bag without sparing her another look and walked back over to the garage.

Challenge accepted.

Author Note: So there you have it. What do you think? Should they just let water be under the bridge and give into their more primal urges? Let me know in a review! Thank you.