I do not own any characters from Sons of Anarchy. I own Sara and any other original characters.
November 2007
Happy was in the clubhouse a few days later, killing time before Church by shooting pool with Tig, Jax, and Bobby.
"Eat my dick!" Tig shouted after Hap sunk a ball in the corner pocket.
"Sorry, man, I'm all about that pussy." Hap responded with a suggestive flick of his tongue.
"I would be too if it belonged to a certain blonde." Bobby laughed gruffly and Jax groaned.
"Yeah seriously brother, she could sit on my goddamn face until I drowned." Tig goaded.
"You probably would with how wet she gets." Hap remarked taking another shot. The guys howled with laughter in response to his comment.
"No fucking way. That's so goddamn unfair." Tig sighed dramatically.
"What'd you expect? The girl is twenty-two." Jax pointed out as he positioned the cue for his shot.
"I need to get me one of those." Tig declared taking a long drink from his beer. "Can I borrow her?"
"Not a fucking chance." Happy responded with a smirk, but felt possessiveness snarling in the back of his mind.
"You guys a thing yet?" Bobby asked, leaning on his cue.
"Didn't realize Redwood was made up of a bunch of middle school girls." Happy deflected with a laugh. "No, we ain't a thing. I was kind of a dick to her last time we hung out so she's probably pissed at me anyway." He admitted with a shrug.
"It's fine. Chicks eat that shit up." Tig assured and Jax scoffed in disagreement.
"What'd you do?" Bobby asked with a knowing tone. Happy ruffled a little under the accusation.
"Nothin'."
"No—there's always a reason. Trust us; we got four ex-wives between the two of us." Tig stated, gesturing to himself and Bobby. Bobby scoffed in agreement as he took his shot.
"I was just a dick to her. Kicked her out after fucking her."
"That doesn't seem so bad." Tig shrugged.
"Don't think she's the kinda girl that's used to that." Bobby countered. "Gotta remember that she grew up with a sense of entitlement."
"Well, I had to go deal with the Mayan issue. I had to go." Happy defended firmly, taking a long drink from his beer. He hated it but he felt a little guilty after she had stormed out. He had to get his head straight with club business and it didn't help to have her swirling around in his mind. She distracted him.
The men continued their game and their conversation moved away from his personal life, and Happy let himself think about Sara in peace. He knew she was coming to party later that night and couldn't help but look forward to it. He needed to make up for treating her like shit last time but he just wasn't sure how to go about it.
He sure as hell wasn't just gonna walk up to her and apologize in front of everyone.
Sara made her way through the raucous throngs of people towards the bar. Her black halter hung low in the front and she felt the muggy air cling to her bare back, a thin string the only thing keeping it on. She found Juice at the bar with a few guys she didn't know and gave him a side hug as she waited for the bartender to mix her drink.
"How're you doing sweetheart?" Juice asked affectionately. She ignored the other guys scanning the length of her legs peeking out from her short denim skirt.
"I'm good." She felt herself looking around the crowd of people as she accepted her rum and coke and took a sip.
"Looking for someone?" Juice asked with faux innocence. She shot him a dark look.
"No. Haven't found yourself a groupie yet?" She chastised with a 'tsk'.
"The night is young, my friend. No rushing these things." He answered sagely and other guys snorted in disagreement. Time flew by as she had a few drinks and conversed with Juice and the guys—turns out they were from the Vegas charter in town to help with a protection run back to Nevada.
She spotted Happy across the room by the pool tables but her pride refused to let herself go over like some kind of desperate croweater. Instead, she chewed her straw and tried not to stare at him. They hadn't really talked since he was a dick to her and she couldn't tell if he was trying to blow her off. She didn't want to come off like she couldn't take a hint or like she was some kind of glutton for punishment.
Her conviction in being done with him had been resolute for days; reminding herself every time she saw him at the shop that he was a dick and that she was better than him. That he was just something to keep herself busy with until she went back to San Bernardino. Her stalwart certainty on the matter wavered the moment she had set eyes on him tonight. He was smiling and laughing with the guys, and it made her smile to see him so relaxed. Fuck. Be strong.
She caught his gaze once and gave him a small smile and tilted her glass towards him in the universal sign for 'cheers'. He nodded and took a sip of his own before turning back to Bobby and Tig's game. What did that mean? Did that mean he wasn't interested? He didn't seem interested. Why wasn't he interested?
She found herself glancing at him with interest, observing him in his natural surroundings: he was in a good mood tonight laughing loudly with Bobby at Tig burying his face in a croweater's tits before taking a shot. She could occasionally feel his eyes bore into her and she, well… she felt like maybe he was keeping tabs on her? She wasn't sure but she thought she saw him straighten a little when one of the guys leaned in close and touched her arm. So maybe he was still interested? Maybe he was doing the exact same thing she was doing; waiting for him to make a move first. Well she could play this game all night.
Sara felt a sharp jab in her ribs and turned to face Juice who had a huge grin and a raised eyebrow.
"What?" She shot back with an attitude.
"You're fucking into him, aren't you? Like for real, not just this 'oh its nothing' bullshit you keep trying to sell." He questioned with a smug laugh.
"What? No! Who?" She asked in faux confusion but she felt her cheeks flush.
"You're such a fucking liar! I fucking knew it." He laughed loudly and shook his head in disbelief.
"Shut the fuck up!" She hissed and elbowed him sharply, looking over at Happy. He was watching them with a raised brow but she was sure Happy couldn't hear them across the loud room. Right? She shrugged and smiled and turned back to Juice who was still laughing obnoxiously almost falling off his stool. "There's nothing going on and he can go kick rocks for all I care." She defended with crossed arms.
"What're you so huffy about?"
"Nothing he's just a dick."
"A dick you want to ride all night." Juice joked with a cackle. She shoved him but couldn't stop the smile that cracked her face.
"You're the fucking worst." She mumbled with an eye roll as she waved over the bartender. The brunette came running over and looked between Juice and Sara a few times, clearly trying to determine if she was with the Son.
"Another rum and coke please." She requested as the girl watched Juice reverently. The Puerto Rican was oblivious, facing away from the bar and surveying the room. Sara's eyes narrowed a little after a moment.
"Now, preferably." She gritted, getting the girl's attention again. "Can't even get good service in this joint." She mumbled as she turned back to Juice. She followed his avid gaze to two girls dancing on a pool table.
"Why do I come here again?" She asked out loud, but Juice was too busy watching the girls grind on each other.
She almost choked on her drink when she saw Happy watching the girls from his spot against the arm of the couch a few feet from the pool table, his eyes all lit up with interest. Sara's mood darkened as she pushed off the bar with her drink and started towards him. Halfway there she stopped mid-stride and realized that she had no place being jealous. What the fuck was she doing? They weren't together. He wasn't her man. Jesus, they had only fucked a couple times. Besides, she was supposed to be mad at him. What. The. Actual. Fuck.
"What the fuck." She hissed loudly to herself, earning a weird look from a few girls standing next to her. She gave them an apologetic smile and walked off into a random direction in embarrassment. She could feel their eyes on her back so when she saw Half Sack clearly hitting on a girl, she made her way towards them.
"Hey Sack, I just need to be seen talking to you so I don't look totally fucking nuts." She interjected with a dramatic smile.
"Because you clearly don't look nuts now." He pointed out in confusion. Sara scoffed and waved dismissively. The girl Sack was talking to excused herself and scurried away.
"Thanks a lot." Sack whined watching her go.
"Whatever. You can do better." Sara assured.
"What's your deal tonight? You're kind of a spaz. You high?" He asked pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before handing it to Sara and lighting another for himself. She took a drag and shook her head.
"Wound tight." She answered blowing the smoke out above the crowd.
"You know I could help you with that." He suggested with a wink and leaned against the wall.
"You know I don—"
"Don't fuck prospects. I know. Worth a try." She saw him look over her shoulder and furrow his brows, shifting his weight slightly.
"What's wrong?" She asked glancing over her shoulder and scanning the crowd.
"Nothing. Hap keeps giving me a look… Dude scares the shit out of me. I can't believe you fucked him. " He said with a shiver.
"Is this just something we're all just going to bring up now?" She asked with an annoyed sigh. "It was one time." She grumbled, and Half-Sack gave her a pointed look to call her on her bullshit. She shrugged defensively in response. Sara glanced over at Happy and his eyes were stony. He gave her a small jerk of his chin and she sighed, excusing herself from Sack and making her way over to him. She hated that she responded to his beckoning, but she couldn't disrespect him in front of everyone, especially a Prospect. Last thing she needed was him making a scene.
"Enjoying the show?" She asked darkly and nodded towards the girls on the table who were making out now. His eyes narrowed but she ignored it and took another drag from the cigarette, welcoming the smoky burn in her throat.
"You gonna say anything or you just called me over here to watch me walk?" She inquired with an eye roll. He surveyed her critically and she followed his gaze as it flicked past her to Half-Sack, a question hanging in the silence.
"You don't get to treat me like shit and expect me not to talk to other guys." She looked back at Happy expectantly but he just sucked his teeth and took a sip from his bottle.
"Good talk. Enjoy the view as I walk away." She spat. Before she could even take a step, his hand shot out and grabbed her arm stopping her sharply.
"What?" She asked harshly. He pulled her closer and turned her so her back was pressed to his chest, one arm wrapped around her waist. She closed her eyes and swallowed as his fingertips of his empty hand skimmed down the bare skin of her spine before grabbing her ass tightly. Fuck. Be strong.
"I was a dick." He acknowledged quietly, breathing into the nape of her neck, his grip on her ass relaxing to hold her hip gently.
"Yes, you were." She huffed, begrudgingly accepting that this was the closest thing to an apology she was going to get. Nonetheless she wanted to make him work for it.
"You look good tonight." He rasped quietly into her ear before slapping her ass dismissively. Well shit.
Two can play that game. She cleared her throat and made her way through the crowd towards the bar. She ordered another drink and finally let herself look back toward Happy who was watching her with a small smirk, so confident he had her completely figured out. Sure he had apologized –sort of, in his own way— but she wasn't going to let him have the upper hand and certainly wasn't going to let him walk all over her and then just expect her to accept it. She smirked back and hopped up onto a stool. She crossed her legs to make her skirt ride up and she turned to the guy sitting next to her.
She felt Happy's eyes bore into her as she introduced herself. He was from Tacoma. Perfect, even better. Ideal even. She leaned in as she listened to him. "That's so interesting." She answered with a flirty smile, not really caring about his bike modifications. Twenty-two years in the club and she still didn't give a shit about bike mods. It was around the time he was showing her his tattoos and she placed her hand on his large bicep that a shadow fell over them.
"Oh hey man." The guy greeted. Happy gave him a steely look and jerked his chin. The guy got up and left in a hurry and Happy took his stool, leaning back against the bar. Sara bit her lip to hold back her smile as Happy glared after the man.
"He was just showing me his tattoos." She shrugged casually as she took a sip of her drink. Happy's eyes snapped back to hers, glare still present.
"What? We were getting to know each other." Sara defended with an innocent smile. He said nothing.
"You know you can't interrupt all of my conversations and then not talk to me." She pointed out as the bartender set down drinks for both of them. She watched him as he scanned the crowd occasionally glaring.
"And you certainly don't get to scare every guy that looks my way. I'm not in the market for a father or a bodyguard." She teased hoping to get a reaction. She saw him glance at her from the corner of his eye.
"You know for someone who said I look good tonight, you seem to be trying pretty hard not to look at me." He let out an exasperated sigh and turned his head to look at her.
"Better?" He rasped.
"Much." She said with a bright smile. He scowled and she nudged him.
"You're so fucking annoying." He grumbled looking away from her, gaze sweeping the crowd.
"You should try being nice to me. It'll get you farther." She suggested playfully and he rolled his eyes. She knew she was being a pest and playing right into the bratty persona he had made up for her but it was the only way she got a response out of him, and he deserved it for being such a dick all the time. She shrugged in acceptance and turned to watch the bartender with boredom.
A girl sat on the other side of her and Sara started a conversation with her out of desperation. Clearly Happy just wanted to sit in silence beside her but she wasn't going to let herself be miserable just because he wanted to act like a psycho. She finally turned to face the girl completely; he could just sit there and sulk on his own.
Every so often she heard him clear his throat softly. She couldn't be sure if he genuinely needed to clear his throat—it was smoky inside after all— or if he was trying to get her attention, but she ignored it either way. Once she heard the scratch of his stool scooting closer. She ignored this as well, but smiled victoriously on the inside.
A few drinks later, she smiled knowingly when felt his hard chest press against her back as she delicately played with the stirrer in her drink. Guess he was done being ignored. That's fine, she was getting bored. She held her breath as she felt the warm air of his blow across her ear and his hands grip her waist sensually.
"Leave with me." His husky voice was coarse and shot to her core stoking the coals to fire. She felt his fingertips slip under the side fabric of her top to graze the sensitive sides of her breasts.
"Why should I?" She murmured back lowly, looking up over her shoulder at him through her lashes. His dark gaze was firm, but it was the slight pleading behind his confidence that broke her.
She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself if he thought he could ignore her all night and then assume she would go home with him. She wanted to say a lot of things and all of them were lost in the moment. She wanted to go with him. She wanted to have another amazing night. She wanted him on top of her and under her and inside her. Fuck it. Fuck being strong. Life is all about letting things go right?
A shiver moved down her spine as she nodded slightly and excused herself from the girl, who was watching them in perplexed awe.
Sara could practically feel the arrogance radiating from the man behind her like the fucking showoff that he was. She finished her drink quickly as he threw a possessive arm over her shoulders tucking her into his side and led her out to his bike.
"You know I was being serious about the being nice thing." She half-joked as she bumped him with her hip as they walked through the lot.
"Done pretty good without it." He responded with a smirk and she sighed dramatically.
He reached to hand her a helmet but pulled it pack playfully when he saw the smolder in her eyes. God he was so fucking sexy when he was mischievous.
"You gonna behave?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. She snatched the helmet out of his grip before shooting him a flirty look.
"Not likely." Sara pulled the helmet on and climbed on behind him, her hands running slowly down his muscular sides before wrapping around his waist. Her fingers splayed across his chiseled abs, outlining them with her fingertips. She felt a low rumble in his chest as his fired up his Dyna and knew he was laughing.
The cool night air did little to calm her down as she ground against the seat feeling the vibrations shoot through her. She pressed into the heat radiating from his broad back and narrow hips as she flexed her thighs around him. The ride was short but she was squirming with arousal as he pulled into a parking spot outside his apartment.
He kicked down the stand, pulled off his helmet, and turned to face her with an amused smile playing on his lips. She smirked and climbed off handing him the helmet. His arm hooked her waist and pulled her flush to his seated body.
"You enjoy the ride?" He teased running a hand down her bare back and resting it on her ass.
"I'll let you know afterward." She responded impishly and he captured her mouth with his. His hand slid around her hip and up her skirt to dip between her legs. He pushed aside the crotch of her panties and swiped a finger across her wet apex.
"Just what I thought. Soaked." He noted smugly making her swat his arm and stalk off towards his apartment building as he chuckled and pushed himself off the bike to follow.
"Not my fault you practically drenched my bike." He shouted after her and laughed as she flipped him the bird over her shoulder but the exaggerated sway in her hips betrayed her playful attitude as he followed her up the stairs. She stepped aside as he unlocked the door and they slipped into his apartment.
Author Note: Hope you enjoy! Read/Review. I love hearing y'all's opinions about the chapters. It really adds a lot to how I shape the chapters leading to big events. A lot of readers ask really good questions or come up with great suggestions about things that they either want to know or want to see happen. So I appreciate it. Big thank you to all my reviewers!