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

November 2007

"…so then he practically ripped this guy's arm off for trying to get me a drink. Like… He's made it very clear we aren't actually together but then he goes and does that shit? Is that normal for him?" Sara asked, recounting the events from the night before to Juice. She was still in limbo as far as her life was concerned; they still hadn't told Jason and the SAMDINO boys that they were shutting the charter down so she was stuck figuratively sitting on her hands.

With nothing else to do, it meant multiple nights of partying and she was getting emotional whiplash when it came to Happy. Some nights he flirted with her the whole night, some nights he pretended like she didn't exist, and some nights—like last night—he loses his cool because some guy wanted to get her a drink. They hadn't slept together again since that first night but she felt like they were at least starting to actually get to know each other, and then he goes and does this shit.

Juice made a sound of negation as he chewed on the straw of his drink, only half listening to the rant coming from the blonde across the picnic table.

"Go on." She urged.

"I mean I don't know him that well, but I've never seen him give a shit if a guy pushes up on some gash he's been fucking." Juice admitted with half a shrug. Sara tried not to take offense to the 'some gash' comment.

"But what the hell then?"

"Maybe he feels like he's got something to prove?" Juice offered.

"Like what?"

"Fuck if I know; I'm not even going to act like I want to know what goes on in that guy's head."

"Who does he think he is? He's so frustrating. I literally want to throat punch him every time I see him."

"Except when you are fucking him, I hope. Although, he might be into that." Juice mused taking a sip from his paper soda cup, straw chewed up beyond functionality. Sara snorted in agreement.

"Honestly, I don't even know what I see in him. He's awful." She sighed throwing her napkin into the empty cheap plastic basket that previously held her greasy fries.

"Can't help you there." Juice shrugged with a smile as he rattled the ice in his cup.

"It's because he's so fucking hot, and he has a big dick, and he is dynamite between the sheets." She admitted in frustration.

"Did not need to know that." Juice interjected but let her continue her rant.

"It's not my fault, actually. He zeroed in on me from day one when I was just an impressionable nineteen-year old." Juice scoffed and rolled his eyes from behind his sunglasses.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" Juice asked with a sigh.

"Because I don't have any girlfriends here to talk about it with, and you're the next best thing." She responded as if it were obvious. "So what am I supposed to do?"

"About what?" He asked in confusion. She groaned in annoyance.

"About what? About Happy. Obviously... Jesus Christ, Juice, pay attention."

"I don't know. If you aren't into him then stop fucking him." Juice advised simply as he nodded and flashed a brilliant smile to a girl at a nearby table.

"Are you flirting right now? You're supposed to be helping me!" She sighed dramatically. "And I don't want to stop fucking him." She added petulantly.

"You know it's okay if you like him, even if no one else gets it… Like anyone at all." He joked. She groaned in response. She had already heard all this from Gemma, and now Juice was getting in on it too?

"I'm just saying there's someone for everyone." Juice added with a cheesy grin. "Besides he's a good-ish person." She eyed at him critically. "Ok, he's… not a terrible person—Listen, he's a little weird and may have some Tig-like predilections but if you are happy with him, and you can get right with what he does for the club then he's an okay guy. He's loyal as hell and will go to the ends of the earth for people he cares about. Maybe that's you, maybe it's not. But you're gonna have to figure that out for yourself, you know?" She nodded as she mulled over what he said.

"All right, you can go flirt with her now." Sara dismissed with a smirk and a head nod towards the girl eyeballing him. "Thanks man." She added as he stood up.

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

Sara watched as he laid it on thick for the brunette and laughed softly to herself as the girl lapped it up.

Juice was right. She needed to figure out if she actually had feelings for the grumpy enforcer or if she was just bored or what. He was always difficult and he was short with her at best—more often than not he treated her like some annoying little bug buzzing around. At the same time, he got immensely jealous when she flirted with other men and he very clearly enjoyed their night together.

The part Sara couldn't quite figure out was if he actually cared for her or if he was just territorial. Juice led her to believe he wasn't typically a jealous man so his actions were out of the ordinary. Sara didn't know if that thought was comforting.

She glanced at her phone for the time and then at her friend. Juice was deep in conversation now with the girl and Sara didn't want to interrupt but she really needed to get back to the shop. Juice had driven them to the small hotdog stand on his bike since it was only about a mile down the road.

A mile isn't that far, right?

With a small smile she gathered her things and left her friend to work his game on the brunette and began her trek. After about five minutes she heard the rumble of a bike from behind her and glanced back, expecting to see Juice. Her smile faltered when Happy pulled up beside her.

"What're you doing?" He asked gruffly, eyeing her up and down. Her legs were bare from her short cutoffs down to her stilettos. A simple white singlet wrapped tightly across her chest and her hair was loosely pulled up over her head. He couldn't help but notice the sweat stains developing beneath her breasts, clinging the thin fabric to her skin and his mouth dried with desire to taste that salty skin.

"Knitting a sweater." She answered as if it were obvious, her sarcasm cutting through his lust.

"You look uncomfortable." He noted and she rolled her eyes.

"Forgive me for not bringing more appropriate footwear for a mile hike." She shot back.

"Get on." He demanded rudely and she ignored him as she continued walking. How dare he just boss her around.

"Fine, bitch." He took off and she coughed slightly at the exhaust. She sighed and immediately regretted her dismissive attitude as her feet silently screamed in pain. Her shoes really weren't appropriate hiking footwear and she was definitely going to have blisters all over her feet. Why was she being a bitch? Wasn't she supposed to be trying to bury the hatchet?

It just ground her gears that he would swoop in and start telling her what to do like she wasn't an adult who knew how to take care of herself. She wasn't some damsel in distress and she wasn't some croweater that was just going to roll over when he barked an order.

She watched in the distance ahead of her as his bike turned around and came back to pull up beside her again.

"Just get on the fucking bike." He growled, clearly annoyed with himself.

"If you insist." She shot back, but she couldn't help the grateful sigh that escaped as she climbed on the back of his bike and released the pressure off her feet. When they pulled onto the lot a few minutes later he followed her as she climbed up on a picnic table to smoke.

"So why you walking your ass across town?"

"Juice and I went to get lunch. He was macking on some girl and I didn't want to bother him for a ride back." She responded with a shrug and accepted his offer of a light before he lit his own cigarette.

"You and the Rican are close." He stated flatly. She nodded absently and cocked a challenging eyebrow. A lingering tension fell between them as she waited to see where he was going with this topic. He said nothing and suddenly became very interested in some dirt on his boot. They finished their cigarettes in silence, both looking across the lot or at the ground or anywhere except each other.

"Thanks for the ride." She offered as she went to stand wincing a little as her shoes dug into her feet. Walking had been a bad plan. She was stopped by a hand on her arm.

"What're you doing tonight?" He asked quietly, pulling her back in his direction gently.

"I don't know. Why?" She asked with a knowing smirk. She bit her cheek to stop a smile from forming as he shrugged casually.

"You wanna come over?"

"Aren't you gonna be busy with club shit?" She asked nodded towards the clubhouse for emphasis. He shrugged.

"No plans yet."

She cleared her throat and nodded once before turning and walking towards the garage office, throwing a little extra sway in her hips for Happy's benefit while desperately trying to ignore the sharp pain in her feet.

She was genuinely surprised when he had texted her to come over later that night. She had gotten pretty used to him either not texting her or, when he did, cancelling because he had to go do something for the club.

Currently, they were a few beers deep and she was lying back on his couch with her sore feet in his lap.

"Don't make fun of me! I was trying to do Juice a solid." She whined kicking him gently. She had complained about her aching feet and he mocked her mercilessly.

"That man does not need your help with the ladies." Happy pointed out gruffly and rolled his eyes.

"Well still. Seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Because you're stupid." He stated and she scoffed before noticing his slight smile as he sipped his beer. She wasn't used to this playful side of him. She liked it.

"How'd you even know it was me?" She inquired.

"I could recognize your ass anywhere." He responded with a shiteating grin and she kicked him again. "Beside no one else would be walking that road in heels like that in this town… 'Cept maybe Gemma but the blonde hair ruled that out."

"Glad my ass is so memorable to you." She grumbled but couldn't stop the satisfied grin blooming on her face. His hand slid up her leg and pushed her slightly onto her side to grip her ass firmly through her shorts before making a sound of approval in his throat.

"God, you're such an animal." She scoffed and rolled her eyes pushing his hand away trying to ignore the salacious look on his face.

"I can fuck you like one if you want." He propositioned as he set his beer down and pulled hers out of her grasp before setting it on the coffee table. Happy moved his body over hers and let his hips rest against Sara's. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him and he groaned quietly as his groin rested comfortably between her thighs.

His mouth covered hers and she sighed happily into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hips pressed firmly down into hers as one of his hands slipped up her black shirt revealing the soft pale skin of her flat stomach.

He made short work of her clothing before switching positions to pull her naked body over his lap. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket to grab a condom as she unbuckled and pulled his pants down to his knees. He rolled the latex over his erect cock and guided her down onto it, groaning loudly as he was enveloped in her heat.

"Take your shirt off." She commanded breathily as her hips began to move on him. He shrugged off his kutte and pulled his white t-shirt over his head before leaning back against the couch and biting his lip as she increased her speed. Her eyes sparkled in appreciation as her gaze swept across his tattooed core. The shrill sound of his phone ringing cut through her thoughts as his hands gripped her hips tightly.

"Ignore it." He mumbled, letting his head fall back and his eyes close. She moaned throatily as she ground her clit into his pelvis.

"That feel good?" He asked gruffly in response to her moan before reaching up to squeeze one of her breasts. She arched into his palm as his phone rang again. Happy growled in response and glared at his phone on the coffee table behind her.

"Ign—oh god! Fuck! – Ignore it!" She practically shouted as his hips thrust sharply up into hers, his tight grip on her hips pinning her in place. Her hands braced on his firm broad shoulders as she shifted her weight forward. Electricity raced under her skin as his tongue lapped at her neck sloppily. The phone rang for a third time and he huffed loudly, propping her upright to lean forward and grab his phone. He left one of his arms wrapped around her waist as she slowed her hips and he flipped the phone open.

"What?!" He snapped resting his forehead on her chest. She stopped her hips entirely but his arm tightened around her, urging her to move. She rolled them slowly, reveling in the feeling of her clit pressing into him.

"I'm busy... yeah, maybe… what do you fuckin' care?" He growled and leaned back against the couch, his eyes tracing her bare body as a half smile settled on his lips. He reached out and ran his fingertips from her collarbone down over her breast and belly to where their bodies were joined. He removed his hand long enough to lick his thumb before placing it over her swollen nub. He pressed gently into it and she arched her back, biting her lip to keep quiet. He continued to rub circles into her clit as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone. A sudden loud moan escaped Sara and she clapped a hand over her mouth in embarrassment as Happy smirked up at her.

"Yeah that was her… shut the fuck up… no…no way, absolutely not… seriously? … Man, I'll fucking tell her! Fucking Christ … I'll be there when I'm done." He answered before using his shoulder to flip the phone closed and tossing it on the floor.

"Chibs says hi." He mumbled with an eye roll before reaching up to wrap his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck. He swallowed her giggle in a hungry kiss before flipping her down onto the couch and moving over her.

"You gotta go?" She asked before gasping as he pushed into her hard.

"Yeah when we are done." He responded absently and pulled up one of her legs to loop over his shoulder. His hips pushed against hers forcibly, making her slide up the couch a little with each thrust. Happy looped an arm under her to wrap up around her shoulder and hold her in place. The leverage made her cry out loudly in ecstasy as he pushed deeply into her.

"Oh god! Happy! Fuck! Don't stop!"

He buried his smug grin in her neck as his teeth grazed the column of her throat before groaning loudly as his balls tightened up.

"Fuck, Sara, I'm close. Where you at?"

"Don't stop!" She mewed forcibly and he let out a guttural sound in an attempt to restrain himself.

"Fuck! Baby, you gotta cum! I ain't gonna be able to hold back much longer!" He pleaded and she slapped his bare back in aggravation.

"DO NOT STOP!" She ordered and yelped in surprise when one of his hands encircled he throat suddenly. Her heart raced instinctually but she bit her lip when she realized he wasn't actually going to choke her. Fuck he was so hot.

"Sara, you better fucking cum." He demanded and squeezed gently. Sara moaned loudly and arched up into him.

"Keep fucking me, Hap!" She begged.

"You like that, baby?" He urged as her nails clawed at his back, wincing as his muscles twitched angrily at his resistance to release.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum." He groaned, his face twisting into a tortured look. She exhaled angrily and slipped a hand between them to frantically work her clit. Within seconds she jerked sharply and her walls spasmed around him. His immediate release came strongly as he choked on the groan in his throat.

There was silence as they both regained their breath.

"Holy fuck." He whispered to no one in particular. She hummed into response, much happier now that she had found her release. He moved off of her into a sitting position as he regained feeling in his legs. Without another word he pulled off the condom and pulled his pants back up before walking into the kitchen. She watched him in silence, laying on her belly now. He downed a glass of water before heading back into his bedroom.

Okay then.

She sighed and sat up, pulling her underwear and shorts back on. As she was pulling her shirt on, he re-emerged in a clean shirt, carrying his bulletproof vest in one hand and a black hoodie in the other.

"Everything good?" She asked nodding towards the vest. He nodded once, grabbing his boots.

So it was going to be one of those kinds of nights.

"Ok… well… I guess I'm gonna go then." She responded awkwardly as he pulled his vest on. She waited a beat for a response and huffed quietly when she didn't get one.

"Whatever… Try not to die." She mumbled and grabbed her purse before heading to the door to slip on her flipflops. He was such a dick sometimes.

"Later." She heard gruffly as she opened the door and let herself out. She fumed as she made her way to her car. One minute he was great and they were having a good time and they had dynamite sex and then he basically just dismissed her like she was a goddamn… sweetbutt or something.

Fuck this. Fuck him. She was better than this shit.

Author's Note: Love you guys. Don't forget that I have Pinterest Boards related to the story for inspiration if you are interested! Just look for Lynn_101 on Pinterest and its the two boards related to the story. One is just inspiration and one is more styles and what I imagine Sara to be like. Enjoy. Review and let me know what you think of the chapter.