I do not own any characters from Sons of Anarchy. I own Sara and any other original characters.
November 2007
Happy woke up around 6:00am confused as to why he was naked on top of the blankets with a slight chill prickling his skin. The room was still dimly lit, but he could tell that the sun was starting to rise. It hit him suddenly that he wasn't alone in the bed and the night before came rushing back.
After going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth—making sure to wipe the sink clean—he pulled up the blankets and climbed in, reflecting on their previous night. He had intended on having her come over, fuck her once, and send her on her way. Instead he ended up fucking her three times and taking way too much time and energy to get her off.
He begrudgingly acknowledged that fucking her was much more satisfying because of the challenge she presented. She didn't just fake it like all the croweaters and bar sluts. He liked having to try to figure her out, although she was so damn responsive that it wasn't that difficult. And he fucking loved that she liked it rough and dirty.
Sara was still asleep, lying on her side facing away from him. Without analyzing his actions too deeply, he reached over to hook an arm around her waist and drag her across the bed despite her sleepy protests. He rolled to press his front to her back and slid his hand under the white shirt she had—apparently—taken from his dresser the night before. She let out a contented sigh as she settled in next him with her head resting on his bicep and let his free hand trace patterns on her bare stomach.
Through her sleepy haze she felt lips on the back of her neck as his hand slid upwards, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing gently. She smiled knowingly to herself and rejected any hope of going back to sleep when she felt his bare erection press into the cleft of her ass and she couldn't stop herself from shifting to allow him better access to her body. Her nipples pebbled under his ministrations. His teeth sunk gently into the skin of her shoulder leaving a shallow imprint in her soft skin. She moaned softly. His fingers slid down her belly and slipped between her legs before she sucked in a painful breath and winced, stopping his hand immediately.
"You left me sore." She explained before grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand up before rolling on to her back and facing him. He propped himself over to on an elbow and looked down at her with a smug grin.
"What if I'm gentle?" He whispered as he tried to slide his hand back down. She grabbed his wrist and gave him a dark look.
"Somehow I doubt that's possible." She teased.
"What about…?" He let his sentence hang as he slid a hand under her ass. She snorted and removed his hand.
"No."
"Come on, you seem like a girl who can take it up the tailpipe." He joked as she gave him a coy face and shrugged, feeling his erection jump against her hip. His face lit up a little as he tried to push her onto her stomach.
"Not gonna happen." She responded with a laugh resisting his attempts to reach her ass and he sighed dramatically.
"Well don't leave me like this." He groaned coarsely and pulled her hand to his erection. He watched as her fingers wrapped around him and he let his head fall back as she began to pump him. As she moved to settle between his legs, he sat up and slid her off the edge of the bed onto her knees. He sat lazily on the edge with his legs hanging off and supported his weight behind him with an arm. She shot him a disapproving look at being manhandled but he ignored it and looked at her expectantly as he tugged his length a few times.
"Don't hold out on me now." He taunted as his erection fell against his taut belly and he opened his thighs to allow her space to settle between them.
Sara gripped his base firmly and gazed up at him through her lashes. His eyes were hooded and she let her gaze fall over his tattooed torso. He really was in amazing shape.
His erection was long and thick and curved slightly to the left. She felt one of his hands wrap gently in her hair and she winced at the pull against her still-tender scalp.
"Sorry." He mumbled and released her hair but left his hand on her head and nudged it towards his groin impatiently. She ran her tongue up the underside, tracing the seam. She heard Happy groan appreciatively deep in his chest as she flicked her tongue across the tip tasting the salty wetness pooling at the tip.
"Don't be a cocktease." He mumbled and tried to push her head down. She rested her free hand on his firm muscular thigh for support as she slid his cock into her mouth. He moaned loudly as she slid her mouth up and down his length and gripped his base tightly. His hips pushed up instinctively beneath her.
Her hand moved from his thigh to cup his balls and his head fell back briefly before gazing back down at her. She furiously pumped her mouth and hand in tandem up and down his cock and he desperately burned the vision of her manicured nails wrapped around his cock into his memory.
"Look at me." He demanded as he pushed her messy hair out of her face. He had fantasized about this moment so many times with other girls and his stomach tensed with anticipation. He almost shot his load as her obedient crystal eyes finally met his.
"Fuck." He groaned as he guided her head. There was a loud knock at his front door down the hallway and she pulled back in surprise. He released a strangled groan of frustration.
"Don't fucking stop. They can wait." He responded harshly pulling her back. She smirked at his thinly veiled desperation and gazed into his eyes as she licked the underside of his cock dramatically. She saw him suck in a breath.
"Play with your tits." He commanded as she took him into her mouth again. Her empty hand immediately went to squeeze her left breast and her obedience made his balls tighten.
"Fuck yeah." He whispered watching her roll her nipple between her fingers and her eyes close in pleasure.
"I want to fuck you so bad." He mumbled in a tight voice. She hummed in agreement and he almost choked as the vibrations rattled through his cock. Happy vaguely heard the knock at the door pound louder but he pushed it from his thoughts as his toes started to curl.
"Don't stop. Fuck, I'm close! Fuck!" He groaned loudly as he felt his balls tighten and the base of his spine burn in anticipation. Sara was lapping the tip of cock sloppily when she felt him start to cum. She quickly covered his tip as he shot ropes of salty fluid into her mouth, swallowing it as he collapsed back on the bed and sucked in a few heavy breaths.
"Well fuck." He breathed out as she pulled herself back onto the bed and sat next to him. His face contorted in annoyance as the door banged loudly and she could hear voices shouting on the other side.
"Fucking Christ calm down." He mumbled standing up.
"Get dressed." He commanded gruffly as he made his way into the bathroom. After a few seconds of searching she found all of her clothing and pulled them on. By the time she was dressed he had pulled on a pair of low slung jeans and had tucked his gun into his back waistband, following her to the living room with his shirt and holster in hand.
Happy unlocked the door and pulled it open a few inches, leaning on the frame blocking the view into his apartment.
"What?" He snapped. Sara smiled to herself at his roughness.
"The fuck took you so long?" Tig asked from his spot outside the door with Bobby and Chibs.
"I was busy."
"With what?" Bobby asked in amusement. Happy opened the door a few more inches and the guys spotted Sara behind him, slipping on her shoes. Happy smirked at their stunned faces.
"Hey guys." She greeted pleasantly, offsetting Happy's perpetual irritation, "I left him pretty satisfied, so he shouldn't be too grumpy this morning." She teased grabbing her bag as Happy shot her a dark look over his shoulder. "Well you shouldn't. You came more than I did." She teased further, knowing full heartedly that it'd piss him off.
Happy slammed the door in their faces without a word and grabbed her wrist pulling her against his bare chest, making her stumble a little. Her fingers traced his collarbone gently as she looked up at him innocently.
"Don't fucking say that shit in front of my brothers." He ordered gruffly. Her giggle should have irritated him more than it did and he couldn't help his hands from squeezing her firm ass.
"Well, fix it next time and I won't have anything to say." She quipped with a flirty smile before leaning in to nip his collarbone sharply. She felt his hands squeeze her ass again before letting her go.
"Get outta here." He ordered and smacked her ass once more as she moved to open the door.
"Later guys." They watched her walk down the hall towards the stairs to the parking lot. When they turned their attention back to Happy he had pulled his shirt on and was grabbing his kutte off the hook behind the door.
"So you and Sara?" Tig asked after a second.
"Not talkin' 'bout it." He answered gruffly.
"Thought you two were at each other's throats all the time..." Bobby prodded. Happy only shrugged.
"Well can you at least tell us how she is in the sack?" Chibs asked nudging Bobby who nodded in agreement. Happy just ignored the question.
"Yeah, I'd love to shoot a load or two down that pretty little throat." Tig murmured still watching Sara as she climbed into her car.
"Maybe on that arse." Chibs added with a loud laugh. Happy just smirked to himself and pulled his boots on.
"Let's go." He rasped coarsely as the guys cackled lecherously.
Sara drove herself home, ignoring the stinging pain between her legs. He had definitely worked her over; he had given her exactly what she wanted. She had no idea what last night had been—absurd? amazing? mindblowing? a sexual whirlwind?—but she sure as hell was gonna make it happen again if she could.
When she got to Clay's house, she saw his bike was gone but Gemma's SUV was still in the driveway. Her hope of sneaking back in was shattered when she walked straight into Gemma in the hallway.
"And just where have you been?" Gem asked with an eyebrow cocked in amusement.
"Out." She responded with a shrug, her cheeks blushing lightly under the other woman's scrutiny.
"Mhmm." Gemma eyed her messy appearance and sipped her coffee with a pointed look. Sara excused herself to her room and immediately climbed back into bed, desperate to sleep off her confusion.
Author's Note: Hey lovelies, sorry for the delay. I did not abandon the story, I just was on vacation for two weeks and then immediately had to be back at work and just haven't had the energy to update. Thank you for the reviews thus far and I look forward to reviews in the future. They really do encourage me and I am incredibly grateful for each and every word of encouragement. While I wrote this story for myself, it brings me such tremendous joy to know that others are enjoying this story and it is wildly validating to hear that people are hooked.
I don't think it gets discussed enough how much time authors put into their stories, particularly stories that are beloved by the community. We all have real lives and jobs and bills and responsibilities that override our stories and yet we still find the time to make it happen. We wouldn't be writing these stories if we didn't love writing in general. Its absurd to me that people have put me in league with those authors because frequently I don't have the time to really write in the way I want and just get frustrated with a chapter so I post it, simply so I can put it to bed and move on. All of these chapters have been poured over multiple times (I think I did 17 revisions of this chapter alone). I have written way ahead and then I go back and rewrite for continuity as necessary. For example, this chapter was originally written last February. :) Anyway, most people don't read this author's notes so I'm just rambling at this point. Thank you guys for the support and the love. I'll keep posting if you keep reading.