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

November 2007

The next day Sara awoke around noon with a sore neck and scalp but she forced herself to get out of bed and take a shower. She hadn't been able to get comfortable and the discomfort was enough to keep her restlessly awake most of the night. The hot water helped a little as did the ibuprofen she took afterward. Finally she dressed herself and walked into the kitchen where Clay, Chibs, and Bobby were sitting at the island. At least she had a shirt on this time.

"How you doin', doll?" Chibs asked gently. Sara shrugged noncommittally in response. These guys were really making a big deal out of this one incident.

"I'm fine." She said as she grabbed a mug. Her damp hair was down and hanging around her shoulders limply. She turned when the front door opened and watched Jax and Happy walk in. Jax gave her a concerned look and she shook her head dismissively, signifying she was fine.

After exchanging pleasantries she excused herself but wasn't surprised to hear bootsteps behind her this time. She put her coffee down on the side table in the guest bedroom and sighed, turning around to face Happy. She looked at him expectantly.

"Your brother really knows how to deal it out." He murmured approaching her slowly. She nodded and made a sound of agreement in her throat.

"You okay, little girl?" He rasped quietly, eyeing the top of her head as if he could see the damage if he looked hard enough.

"I'm fine." She said automatically, getting sick of all this attention. No one in San Bernardino made such a fuss about her like this. It wasn't that big of deal, it wasn't like he had slapped her around or broken her arm or anything.

He gave her a dark look before gently grabbing her arm and pulling her closer, knocking her off-balance forcing her reach out and brace herself against his body to counter the sudden movement. Her fingers splayed on his abdomen and she could feel the hard, warm muscle beneath his crisp white t-shirt. Memories of sleeping next to his firm body years ago filled her mind and her belly heated in response.

"Are you fine?" He whispered down at her. She looked up at him and nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. He ran his hands up her arms to her neck and finally grazing over her hair gently. When she winced as he touched a particularly tender part of her scalp, he shot her a dark look.

"I said I was fine, not that I was unharmed." She grumbled mostly to herself and he felt the corners of his mouth pull up for a second before sighing and letting his eyes appraise her again, gently brushing hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

"Stay in Charming." He rasped firmly. She rolled her eyes and tried to pull away. He closed the door behind them and backed her against it before she could comprehend his movement. His body caged her in but there was no fear in her eyes. Instead he saw something else entirely brewing in her crystalline eyes.

"Stay in Charming." He repeated, trying to ignore the coquettish bat of her lashes and she shook her head with a small smile. Her small, soft body melded against his hard one as her hands slipped beneath his shirt to drag her nails gently over the skin on his sides. He fought the shiver that raced down his spine and he couldn't resist pressing his hips into hers.

"Or go to Tacoma. Or Las Vegas." He breathed. She rolled her eyes again and his eyes narrowed at her dismissal.

"Leave SAMDINO." He whispered, and she couldn't decide if he was pleading or warning her.

"What's it to you?" She asked coyly. He couldn't answer her.

She shook her head again but continued to look up into his black eyes, daring him to kiss her. It was his turn to shake his head.

"Don't give me that look, little girl." He said pointedly. She giggled quietly to herself.

"What look?" She whispered, feigning innocence. He gave her a knowing glare.

"I'm not going to pity fuck you and I'm not the kind of guy you want to play with."

"I doubt that… I think you'd be a lot of fun to play with." She countered flirtatiously. He gave her a dark look before pressing his hips into hers roughly, the door rattling on its hinges from the force. He absently hoped none of the guys would come investigating.

Her cheshire grin frustrated him to no end. She wasn't supposed to like it. She was supposed to be afraid of him.

"You know what I do for the club?" He asked vaguely, itching to finally know how much she really knew. She shrugged and nodded. Her fingers slipped back under his shirt and ran gently across the top of his low slung jeans distracting him.

"You aren't the first enforcer I've met, Hap. I know exactly what you do." She purred with a quiet confidence that made him pull his head back a little in surprise. He hadn't gotten bold enough to ask around about Ryan.

"Your Old Man?" She scoffed at this and looked away in frustration.

"He's not my Old Man anymore, remember?"

"No way. I'm not doing this." He said pulling back slightly, his hands firm on either side of her against the door but arms straightened now, putting space between them. She wrapped her fingers into the top of his jeans and tried to pull him back.

"Why not?" She asked coyly and he felt his resolve crack slightly as she looked up at him through her lashes.

"You're still upset about losing your man. I ain't gonna fuck you and have you thinking about someone else. Not my style. You can fuck a dildo if you just want a faceless dick." He rasped crudely, trying to ignore her body calling to him or the itching in his palms to just grab her and throw her on the bed. She made a sound of disapproval deep in her throat.

"Well, you can just watch then." She said and he watched as she released his pants and slipped her hand into her tight cotton spandex shorts.

"Ffffuck. That's not fair." He wheezed, eyes flashing to hers before back down her body. She made a contented sound as her hand moved between her legs. She laughed loudly when his body pressed suddenly against hers pinning her to the door with her hand squeezed between them. His lips were frantic and hungry on her neck before settling by her ear, his breath making her shiver.

"You're going to be the death of me." He whispered before roughly pulling her hand out of her pants and shoving the damp fingers in his mouth. He groaned and slid his own hand between her legs. He could feel the damp heat radiating through her clothes and she moaned as he pressed the ball of his hand into her pubic bone.

"As good as you taste, I gotta get back out there." He whispered into her ear but kept his hand rubbing her. She shook her head violently in childish disagreement and sucked in a breath as his fingers pressed against her clit through her clothes.

"And I am definitely not fucking you in Clay's house." He added pulling his hand away. She let out a sexy groan of frustration that almost broke his will completely. His eyes raked down her again as he moved back. She was leaning against the door breathing heavily with a petulant look in her eyes.

Her breasts were round and heavy with want, her nipples hard and obvious through her clothes. He watched her rub her thighs together in frustration as she pulled herself together.

"Fine," she said after a moment, "I'll just finish the job after you leave." She mocked walking past him towards the bed. He groaned and caught her wrist as she passed.

"Come over tonight and I'll finish the job myself." He couldn't stop himself as Tig's words burned in his mind. If you get a chance, you better fucking take it because a girl like that won't be on the market for long.

He had been fantasizing about her for years; there was no way he was passing up the real thing when she was offering it up on a silver platter. She paused for a hesitant beat before nodding and he wrote down his number and address on a notepad. She scrawled her own number on the next page and tore it off, handing it to him.

"I'll text you when I'm done with club business. It'll probably be around 10. Is that past your bedtime?" He teased with uncharacteristic mirth. She swatted his arm playfully.

"We'll see, won't we." He nodded and gave her another once over before walking back out into the kitchen. The other guys looked at him with knowing smirks but he was stone-faced as usual and got straight to business.

Author Note: Ta-Da! Now we are finally getting some where. Review please! Let me know what you think, what you'd like to see more of, what you'd like to see less of, anything! I just like to hear from you guys. Its the only reminder that people are reading this and its not just sitting on my hard drive. :)