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

November 2007

She stepped aside as he unlocked the door and they slipped into his apartment.

He turned to face her after flipping the bolt and was startled as she pushed him back into the door. He growled deep in his chest in response. There was an animalistic heat between them as she pressed her body against his, their lips meeting forcefully.

The kiss was savage as his arms enveloped her, burying one hand in her hair and the other gripping her ass tightly. Her responsive hips pressed against his and she ground her hot core against one of his thighs. She was everywhere at once writhing against him, consuming him.

A throaty groan escaped him as one of her small hands gripped him through his jeans before moving to his belt.

Bitch in a hurry or something?

Soon his pants were pushed beneath his ass and her hand wrapped around his base down his boxer briefs.

"Eager, aren't we?" He managed to mumble as she began to pull at his length. His head fell back against the door as she pushed the dark fabric down to his knees freeing him completely and licking the column of his throat.

"You gonna suck it or what?" He demanded after a few seconds. She smiled up at him and shook her head defiantly. Her warm wet tongue on his neck was replaced by the sharp nip of teeth and his dick twitched in her grasp. She palmed his cock smearing the leaking drops around the sensitive head and watched as he choked out a strangled sound.

"Suck my cock." He practically whined through his tight throat and tried to press her down to her knees.

"Are you gonna ask nicely?" She teased and ran her nails over his balls. His eyes narrowed sharply as he tried to ignore the gentle scrape.

"I ain't gonna beg, bitch." He shot back impatiently, not in the mood for games. She shrugged noncommittally and moved to pull away. His large hand wrapped around her wrist tightly and he pulled her back.

"Come on. You know you want to…" He quipped stroking himself in her absence. She looked down at his hardened length and then met his smug eyes with a hungry look.

"What do you want?" She asked coquettishly and he released her wrist satisfied she wouldn't walk away.

"You know what I want." He answered sharply as her hand replaced his on his cock. She shook her head dragging her nails down his chest tracing his dark tattoos through his white shirt as her other hand tightened around his base. She could feel his resolve cracking as his tip leaked more. He cleared his throat as he attempted to focus.

"I want you to wrap those fucking lips around it. I want you messy and sloppy and I don't want to have to tell you twice. Got it?" His voice was husky and commanding and full of arousal and she felt herself grow wetter at the dangerous edge of desperation.

"Good boy." She murmured seductively before obediently dropping to her knees. She pushed his shirt up to his ribs and licked the one side of his muscular hips slowly, the hard muscle flexing under his patterned skin.

"Don't be a tease." He rasped deep in his throat and she shot him an annoyed look. He glared back impatiently and she rolled her eyes. She felt him gently swat the side of her head – not enough to hurt but enough to send a warning. Unexpectedly, he felt the sharp bite of her teeth on his hip and he hissed. His hand instantly fisted her hair and pulled her head back so she was looking up at him. This bitch thinks she can do shit like that and get away with it?

"You better fucking stop it, bitch. You know what I want, so just do it." He irritably demanded. She smiled knowingly up at him and he groaned in frustration. She was being a bitch on purpose. And sure enough, he thought it was fucking hot.

Finally, she let the saliva in her mouth drop onto his tip her eliciting a deep groan as the warm fluid dribbled down his length.

That's better.

She gripped his taut thigh with one hand and held his length tightly with the other as she slid her flat tongue up the bottom of his cock. The relieved moan that escaped his throat made her nipples harden instantaneously. She looked up through her lashes to meet his hooded eyes watching her, his lip between his teeth as his hands wrapped in her hair.

"Fucking suck it." His needy voice walked a fine line with begging and she happily indulged.

His knees almost buckled when he felt her throat tighten around his sensitive tip. Her hot mouth slid eagerly up and down his length, her wet hand pumping the rest of his length.

It was only minutes before he could feel the tingle in his balls building and building and–

"UNGH!" He cried out in frustration as she pulled her mouth off of him. He looked down at her in angry confusion as she continued to feverishly pump his length.

"You wanna cum on my tits?" She asked brazenly and thank god he had some alcohol in his system or he would have cum instantly. She saw his lips curl up into a smile as he nodded, breathing uneven as she pumped harder.

Was this girl for real?

His strong hand replaced hers as she pulled her top down, baring her perfect breasts to him. He felt his balls tighten up and his toes curl in his boots. His dark eyes locked with her blue ones and it was the sweet, hungry look in her cerulean eyes that pushed him over the edge. She let her head fall back and eyes close as she felt his hot fluids land on her throat and chest.

His chest heaved with each breath as he rested back against the door and took in the view before him. Sara sat back on her heels, knees spread wide as his milky cum dripped down her tits. He let out a hum of approval as she opened her eyes, smiling playfully. She looked so fucking pleased with herself and he couldn't blame her…He was pretty fucking pleased with her, too.

"Need a minute to recover, old man?" Such a fucking bitch.

He scoffed and let his head fall back against the door before begrudgingly nodding still unable to form words. He let his kutte fall off his shoulders and hung it up before pulling his shirt over his head and handing it to her.

She giggled appreciatively and used the fabric to wipe up the mess on her upper body. He watched with interest as her tits pulled and bounced with each swipe of cloth. As she stood up, she pulled off her top and pushed her short skirt down over her heels.

She pressed a soft, almost sweet kiss to his lips, his warm hands instinctively going to her bare waist. His nostrils were filled with his own musky scent mixing with her feminine one and couldn't help the virile satisfaction swelling in him. She pulled out of his grip playfully and turned away from him.

"Come find me when you are ready." She challenged with a flirty look over her shoulder and he watched as she walked shamelessly down the hallway in her thong and heels before disappearing into his dark bedroom.

Happy sucked in a deep breath and blew it out loudly laughing quietly to himself, shaking his head at the young girl's audacity. He kicked off his boots and lined them up by the door under his kutte.

Happy stepped out of his clothes completely, grabbed them – and hers –under one arm, and followed her down the hallway. He tossed them in the hamper and went into the bathroom. He did a double take when he saw a pair of black lace panties sitting on his sink counter.

"Fuckin' tease." He murmured with an eyeroll but couldn't stop his lips from curling up slightly. This girl was gonna be the death of him…But what a way to go.

When he came out she was laying on her belly propped up on her elbows watching him in lazy anticipation, her heeled feet kicking innocently above her. His hand slid over her bare ass and followed the feminine curve of her back.

"Recovered?" She teased mischievously. She gasped loudly when he suddenly flipped her onto her back and climbed over her, trapping her completely under his own form.

"You could say that." He answered as his cock jumped back to life between them. "You're feeling awfully bold tonight." He remarked.

"What can I say; you're so easy to wind up." She teased playfully as she stretched beneath him like a cat.

He took the opportunity to duck his head and flatten his tongue against her nipple. It hardened immediately under his tongue and her knees tried to spread beneath him. Her fingertips followed his wrists up his arms to his shoulders and she hummed quietly in approval as he teased her nipple.

"You need to watch yourself little girl. You're gonna get yourself into trouble; you walk a fine line between being a tease and disrespect. Don't fucking bite me when you are supposed to be sucking dick." He warned as her nails ran over his scalp. He closed his eyes briefly at the sensation and felt her shrug beneath him.

"Thought you wouldn't mind the pain." She whispered in the dark as he rested his chin on her sternum, his abdomen resting between her legs, and fingers caressing the sides of her breasts lazily. He watched her for a moment.

For the first time he sensed hesitance in her voice and he felt an uncharacteristic desire to console her. Ss annoyed as he was with her brash attitude, he really didn't want her stop being to carelessly brazen with him. He fucking loved that she wasn't afraid to bite him or to push back. It made him feel like he didn't need to hold as much back; she was certainly tougher than he gave her credit for, although he had no doubt about her fragility.

"It's fine." He awkwardly reassured despite his discomfort at letting her get away with her impudence. She hummed in response as her nails resumed their movements across the back of his neck and shoulders.

"I'm not worried." She murmured and he lifted an eyebrow. "You don't scare me."

"I should." He whispered back soberly. He watched her in silence as she soaked in his statement. He knew she was aware of what he did for the club; her old man had held a similar position in SAMDINO.

She wasn't aware of how much he enjoyed it.

That he got high off of the thrill of torture; that it made him hard to take a life. That he liked nothing more than a good rough fuck after killing a man. If she knew, she would never be comfortable around him again. Never let him touch her again. And he begrudgingly admitted to himself that he certainly didn't want to be done with her any time soon.

"You like that I push your buttons. You don't want to admit it because then it means you're letting a bitch run the show but I know you like it when I push back. You think I don't know it makes you hard? Call me a bitch and warn me and boss me around all you want, but I know how bad your cock wants to be in me." She shot back with an unsettling level of awareness, her words echoing his own thoughts.

She gave him an overconfident smile; he hid his own grin by nipping her breast playfully in response and she gasped loudly with laughter, both relieved that the mood shifted away from their serious conversation.

"Watch yourself, bitch. Not always gonna be in the forgiving mood I'm in tonight." She rolled her eyes into the darkness at his masculine bravado.

"Thanks for your forgiveness, Father. Shall I say ten Hail Mary's and three Our Father's for penance?"

"Nah I think you've spent enough time on your knees tonight." He teased back distracted as her breasts shook beneath him with laughter. He propped himself up on his elbows above her, each hand cupping a breast. He pushed them together for cleavage and let go, watching them fall back into place. He repeated the motion again.

"Enjoying yourself?" She asked her voice laced with amusement.

"You got great tits. Just wondering if they are big enough for me to fuck them. Probably not. My dick's too big." He remarked arrogantly before giving them a squeeze and she snorted loudly.

Her breasts felt perfect beneath his hands—soft but full. She giggled quietly below him as his fingertips tickled the lines of her ribs.

"Not fair." She murmured and arched as he nipped her in response.

"Don't care much about fair." He whispered back. He straightened up and took her mouth in his as his fingers slid across her core. He noted absently that she wasn't nearly as wet as she had been earlier. Conversations fucking ruin everything.

Happy gave her tits another squeeze before moving his body down to rest between her legs and hooking his arms under her ass to angle her hips upwards. Sara gasped as his tongue flicked across her slit. He flattened his hot tongue and dragged it the length of her opening before sucking the sensitive nub at the top. He smirked as he heard a low moan escape her throat. Good girl. He unhooked an arm as he lapped at her clit and slid a finger into her entrance.

She felt a hot flush prickle under her skin as her hands wrapped in the blanket and she bucked her hips. He coiled the arm beneath her leg over to flatten his hand against her belly to hold her still beneath him.

He slipped a second finger in her and sucked her clit into his mouth flicking it with the tip of his tongue rapidly. One of her hands reached down and desperately clawed at his shoulder as he fucked her with his fingers. He released her clit with low chuckle and allowed her to pull him up her body to kiss feverishly, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. She moaned loudly tasting herself as his fingers worked her pussy to a sopping wetness.

He laughed into the kiss as her nails dug into his shoulders trying to pull him flush to her chest. She certainly was a needy little thing. Her hard nipples pressed into his hot chest as she bucked against his hand.

She broke the kiss to gasp as he hit the right spot and Happy breathed heavily into her neck as she writhed beneath him.

"You get so fucking wet so fast." He chuckled as her pussy saturated his hand.

"That's what you get for fucking a twenty-two year o—ahh!" She shot back flirtatiously moaning loudly in his ear as he pressed his thumb hard into her clit to interrupt her. He didn't want to think about their fourteen-year age gap. It wasn't lost on him that was going into high school the year she was born.

"Happy please…" He snapped back to the moment when he heard Sara begging his name. She was digging the heels of her shoes sharply into his thighs trying to get a release as his fingers mindlessly fucked her. His dick jumped as the shoes bit painfully into his flesh. She had been right before; he did like a little pain.

"What do you want?" he teased, throwing her earlier words back at her.

"I want you to fuck me." She mewed desperately trying to pull his hips closer. He laughed quietly at her frantic feeble attempts before climbing off of her to grab a condom and roll it on. When he came back, she was sitting up on her knees on the edge of the bed with her young tight body bared for him, her hands on her feminine hips. Her tits hung perfectly pointing sharply out and heavy with desire. Even in the dark he could see her thighs were slick with her juices.

"How do you want me?" She asked in a thick voice drawing his eyes back up to her flushed face. He hummed in thought and approached the bed; her hands immediately went to his strong chest pulling him flush.

"God, you're so hot." She murmured as she kissed his chest, fingers tracing his abs and his cut hips.

"Move back." He ordered gruffly and she eagerly did as she was told. He climbed on the bed beside her and moved to lean back against the headboard. He wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her easily onto his lap.

She had a starved look in her eyes as she straddled him, gripping his covered length and guiding it towards her entrance. He watched as her eyes close as she sank down on him, her hot heat enveloping him slowly as he stretched her. His hands held her hips, guiding them down before wrapping his fingers into the firm flesh of her ass.

"So you want me to ride you then?" She asked in a husky voice once she had adjusted. He nodded a little more eagerly than he intended.

"You want me to fuck you slow… like this?" She asked and rolled hips slowly grinding down hard into his hips eliciting a deep noise in his throat. "Or you want me to fuck you like this?" She asked before lifting her hips up and slamming them down quickly a few times, her tits bouncing from the force. His head fell back against the wall, his fingers dug painfully into her ass, and she felt his legs turn out slightly to give her more room. She smirked in response.

"Guess I have my answer." She quipped before proceeding to build up a fast pace. She braced her hands on his abdomen for leverage and let her head fall back crying out loudly as his cock grazed the perfect spot inside. He moaned as the tips of her long blonde hair tickled the top of his thighs. His abdominals flexing beneath her fingers as his hips pistoned up to meet hers and fingers dug sharply into her hips as he helped her bounce on him. She was certainly going to have bruises in the morning.

Happy hooked his arm around her waist and slowed her movements as he curled his legs under them, bracing on his heels. She wrapped her legs around him as he ground sharply up into her, pushing deep. The arm around her waist pulled her tighter against his chest as his other hand buried itself in the hair at the base of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely. Their movements were jerky and slow as they clung tightly to each other. She broke their mouths apart to cry out as her clit ground between them.

"Feel good?" he mumbled into her neck as he pumped his hips up into hers. She nodded fervently and mewed into his shoulder.

"Goddamn, you feel so good." He murmured quietly as she rocked her hips. He felt her walls flutter around him and he groaned tightening his grip in her damp hair.

"You close?" He mumbled and she nodded into his shoulder unable speak. Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck as she frantically ground her pussy against him trying to elicit more of that delicious friction. He kissed her shoulder with uncharacteristic softness as he continued to rock their hips together. She was making small feminine mews with every meeting of their hips and he couldn't help the smile that came to his lips.

"Let go." He commanded quietly and she shook her head.

"I can't." She whined desperately into his neck. "Please Happy."

"What do you need?" He asked licking the sweat from her neck gently before sucking the skin beneath her ear. She cried out loudly and he felt her squeeze tightly around him.

"Fuck baby. Come on, babe. Cum for me." He rasped into her ear.

"Happy please...I—ah—oh god—don't stop!" Her moaning was making his balls tighten and he began to thrust harder up into her making her louder.

"I want you to cum on my dick. Come on, fuck me with that hot little body." He commanded feeling her pussy leak around him. Finally she slid one of her hands between them to press into her clit and it was only a few seconds before her walls clamped down around him and she fell apart.

"Jesus Christ." He groaned as she collapsed onto him in a mess. Satisfied with her climax he began chasing his own. He laid her back gently and moved over her, pushing in forcefully making her cry out at the overwhelming sensation.

He wiped the sweat off his brow on his shoulder before grabbing her thigh to wrap her legs up around him. She arched under him as he began thrusting into her quickly and the wet slap of their skin filled the room.

His balls tightened and his spine burned as he tucked his face into her neck and he pumped viciously into her slick pussy. After a few moments he pushed cock deep into her and came hard with a strangled groan.

He pulled out and let himself collapse on her, barely having the forethought to pull out before the condom could slip off.

"Holy shit." She whispered in a breathy voice and he chuckled as he caught his own breath.

"You're welcome." He rasped into her neck and she swatted his shoulder half-heartedly. Her arms wrapped around him as her nails made patterns on the wet skin of his back. He made a content sound deep in his throat and closed his eyes drifting off.

He snapped sharply awake as she tried to move out from under him. "Hey… I gotta go to the bathroom." She giggled quietly at his startled reaction. "Sorry old man. Didn't mean to startle you." She teased as he rolled off of her and pulled the condom off. He made a gruff dismissive noise in response and she shook her head as she walked to the bathroom.

"I'm not that old." He grumbled loudly at the closed door. He heard the toilet flush and she popped her head out of the bathroom.

"'Course not. Come shower with me and prove it." She assured with a smile and he dramatically hoisted himself off the bed and made his way slowly to join her.

Author Note: I know some of you are bummed she forgave him so easily, but remember she's twenty-two, convinced that they are just messing around, and still thinking she will end up going back to San Bernardino soon; so why bother putting up a fight when you can have stellar sex with a hot guy? C'est la vie! Also, raise your hand if you've ever done something you know you shouldn't when it comes to a guy? *raises hand* I know I'm not alone in this.

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