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

November 2007

As grateful as she was for Gemma's help, Sara wasn't able to focus on the apartments she was being shown. News of the dissolution of the club had begun to spread and her phone began ringing off the hook. A bunch of the girls had gotten wind of it and called her in a panic that they wouldn't have jobs in the morning. While her assurance that nothing had been decided placated the women for the time being, she knew she wouldn't hear the end of it until she actually had answers for them.

A few of the guys had even called her: some angry, some confused, some wanting her to try to pull some strings and get a revote – as if she had that kind of power over a charter like Redwood. Didn't they know she was just as helpless? The whole reason she had come to Charming had completely disintegrated because Redwood didn't want to get involved in SAMDINO business. The sting of her frustration was burning brighter with every ring and vibration of her phone.

Jason had called back later but she couldn't bring herself to answer. He followed up his voicemail with an apology text and a request to call him back as soon as possible. She hadn't responded to that either. She wasn't ready to deal with him yet. Interactions with him when he was worked up were emotionally and mentally exhausting, and she just didn't feel like dealing with the eggshell minefield that was a hurt Jason Harris. There would be hell to pay for that later but she couldn't be bothered too much at the moment.

It was nice to just exist in a moment where she could at least pretend she was in charge of her own life; a world where everything wasn't crumbling around her. She was just as lost as everyone else; at least she was trying to make something of the devastation. Gemma pointed out that Sara hadn't exactly handled the news gracefully herself initially, but she at least had known for a few days now; it was still fresh to Jason and he had the right to freak out. Sara grumbled something along the lines of 'whose side are you on' to which the matriarch had only huffed and rolled her eyes.

As the day wore on and she tried to block out the incessant buzz Buzz BUZZ of her phone, Happy became the new target of her frustration. How could he not have given her fair warning that they were breaking the news today? She knew he had to have known. Sure, a mature, rational side of her knew it wasn't his place to tell her but—fuck that—she couldn't help but project her annoyance onto him. He knew what the fallout was going to be; he knew and he didn't give her a heads up. Okay, maybe he didn't owe her anything just because they were sleeping together but it was at least the decent thing to do, right? A good person would have told her.

But he wasn't a good person. She knew that…. Still.

Sometime in the afternoon or early evening, she finally caved and texted the bald biker.

Thanks for the fucking warning about the guys telling my brother the news. She hated that it did, in fact, soothe some of the sting of the day however whatever mollification was undone by his lack of timely response. Fine. She didn't need goddamn acknowledgment. Fuck that and fuck him. Fuck the whole situation.

Sara did her best to keep herself busy for the rest of the evening, eventually ending up in the kitchen with Gemma. Clay was going to be home late—the drive from San Bernardino was a few hours, she bitterly reminded herself— and Gemma wanted to make sure there was something in the fridge waiting for him like the good doting wife she was, like the kind of woman Sara had been in San Bernardino. How many nights had she left a plate in the microwave for Ryan?

She was sure when Gemma invited her to help the older woman was just trying to keep tabs on her emotional state, maybe worried she was going to fly off the handle again but Sara felt fine. She was annoyed and frustrated and, yeah okay, angry but she was fine. Honestly.

Fortunately for Sara, cooking was a welcome distraction. As domestic as it was, Sara had always felt comforted by cooking. She found the motions calming: the stirring, the chopping, the mixing. Her peace was interrupted only by Gemma's birds squawking loudly from their cage and Sara shot them a dirty look. She loved Gemma dearly, but those fucking birds were driving her nuts.

PING! Her phone had been quiet for the last hour when she had resolved to stop responding to her friends and family so she quelled the hopefully bubble in her stomach and tried not to dive across the room to check her phone. Dammit. It was just Juice.

What're you up to?

Nothing much. You?

Bored. Wanna hang?

An hour later she found herself smoking a bowl with Juice in his dorm at the clubhouse. She was never a huge pothead but after the day she had, she welcomed the numbing effect with proverbial open arms. Her blonde hair splayed wildly around her head as she lay on his floor, transfixed by the spin, spin, spin of the ceiling fan above. Juice was playing some video game rambling mostly to himself as Sara tried her best not to fixate on her problems.

"What hasn't he fucking texted me back?" She grumbled distantly, her bleary eyes trying pointlessly to track the fan's movements. So much for not fixating.

"What time is it? He's probably halfway to Tacoma by now. I doubt he's checking his phone." Juice supplied absently before cursing loudly at the screen. It took some time for the information to sink through the haze into her brain. She sat up sharply when it finally pierced her consciousness.

"Wait, what? What do you mean he's halfway to Tacoma?"

"Yeah they needed him back. Trouble with Belfast I think." Juice stated with a shrug, too high to care that he probably shouldn't have told her that. It wasn't like she wasn't already privy to club secrets.

"Well, is he coming back?" She was thankful that Juice was too baked to comment on the urgency in her voice. Apparently, High Sara had no chill. Juice paused his game and stared blankly off as he answered.

"Does anyone really come back, you know? We're all placed here on this earth just chasing life, trying the best we can to get through it. We all change and there isn't a way to get back to where we started, you know?" Juice said with a glazed, stoner clarity. Her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Not at all. What the fuck are you talking about?"

Juice giggled in response before un-pausing his game.

"I don't know, man. I'm so high right now." She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever man. I'm out of here. Later dude." She brushed off and headed back to Gemma's, sobered by the news that Happy had left. Why hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he told her? That must mean he was coming back, right? Or did it mean that he wasn't and he wanted a clean out? More importantly, why did she care so much? They were just messing around.

It wasn't until midday the next day that he finally texted her back. Her stomach did cartwheels when she saw his name on her screen, and she silently chastised herself for having such a strong reaction.

Wasn't my place. That's it? That's fucking it? Nothing about leaving town? No 'sorry your family got fucking decimated yesterday'. No 'hows everyone taking it'?

You're right. Your place is in Tacoma. Enjoy the weather. She knew it was a childish response. She huffed and tossed her phone on the desk, promising herself that even if he answered she wouldn't respond. He can fuck off in Tacoma. She had bigger fish to fry. Like continuing to ignore her brother, who had left a few more voicemails that she had yet to listen to.

With a frustrated groan she rested her elbows on the old desk in the Teller-Morrow garage office and pressed the balls of her hands into her eyes. The beginnings of a headache were pulsating behind her blue eyes, radiating down her neck. Since when was her life so stupidly complicated? Maybe her brother was right, maybe she was just acting like a child on vacation here in Charming. Maybe she should just go back to San Bernardino. At least there her day-to-day life was drama-free and she had a sense of purpose. She was in charge of things. She was important. The guys wanted—needed— her back.

Her phone pinged and she resisted every temptation to chuck it across the room, instead mentally patting herself on the back for maturely swiping it into a drawer before grabbing some paperwork to be sorted into the old filing cabinets in the garage. It can sit in that drawer and buzz all it wanted, but if she wasn't around to hear it then she wouldn't be enticed to check it.

Gemma was out running errands and Sara had be left on her lonesome to tend to the phones and try to get some work done. She was going to pull her hair out if one more customer called to check on their car. She knew they ran a garage, but Jesus Christ, the people of Charming were really a bunch of fucking micromanagers.

Her heels clicked as she handed the paperwork to the respective mechanics to sign. These guys and their fucking paperwork. How hard was it to sign a goddamn slip when the job was done? It was unbelievable to her that they managed to keep the garage open with the terrible organization in place. Gemma did was she could but, Christ, did they need a new system. The phone ringing in the office got her attention.

"Teller-Morrow, this is Sara." She answered robotically, shuffling papers around.

"Sare?"

"Jason?" She asked, confused.

"Hey." He greeted awkwardly.

"Hey… Can I help you?" She asked, feeling equally awkward. It was foreign. She had always felt close to her brother, like she could tell him anything. The newfound strain on their relationship made her heart ache to repair the damage but she couldn't help the wariness that seeped in around the edges. That made her heart ache even further.

"You haven't been answering your phone." He stated flatly.

"Yeah, it's been ringing off the hook and I just couldn't deal with it anymore so I just stopped answering it." She sheepishly responded before adding a mumbled, "Sorry."

"So… how're you doing?" She asked, feeling stupid. She knew how he was doing: awful.

"Sara, I want you to come home." He sighed into the phone, ignoring her question. Straight to the point then.

"I told you, Jason, I'm looking for a job in Charming." She firmly defended, annoyed that she kept needed to state this.

"Sara, I don't know what to do here. I don't know what to tell them." He whispered helplessly. Well shit.

"Jason… What makes you think I do?" She inquired, brows furrowed.

"You always know what to say. After Dad and everything; sometimes I think they just made me President to keep you around." He offered tersely. Sara swallowed loudly, her stomach clenching as she fought back emotion. It was unnerving to hear her brother be so down on himself; he wasn't the kind of man who let things get to him like this. She had always envied how he had always been like a duck the way things rolled off while she had always been the one to take everything personally.

"Hey, its fine. You don't need me. Listen, it's their decision if they want to go Nomad or join a charter or just… be done with the life. All you can do is point them in the right direction and lead by example." She suggested softly. "And you guys probably need to make sure all your asses are clean to get out of town. Tie up any loose ends and wrap up any business deals." She amended and heard Jason hum in response. She could practically see him leaning against his bike in her mind's eye, smoking a cigarette and kicking at the dirt.

"So you're not coming back, then?" He pressed. She scoffed.

"I don't know. Honestly." She answered, shrugging even though he couldn't see her. Yesterday she had been so sure she was going to stay but the pressure to come home in the last forty-eight hours had been immense and paired with her souring relations with Happy she had a hard time remembering why she had wanted to stay to begin with. Her home was in San Bernardino. Her brother needed her. Her family needed her.

"Hey, I gotta go." She sighed, waving Chibs into the office as he held up some papers. "Love you, Jason."

"Love you too, Sare-bear." She smiled fondly at the nickname.

"How's your brother?" Chibs asked handing her the papers.

"He's been better." She dismissed, tossing the papers on the desktop haphazardly. The Scotsman eyed her for a few seconds before speaking.

"C'mon. Let's get us a drink, yea?" He offered, holding his hand out to her. She scoffed.

"We're working." He scoffed back.

"It's nearly time to punch out. 'Sides, I know the boss. He won't mind." She smiled at his cheeky response before following him towards the clubhouse. She had never really spoken to Chibs too much, but she had always liked him. He was plenty threatening, but not nearly as rough around the edges as the others and she found him comforting to be around.

Chibs poured them both drinks and they sat side by side talking about anything and everything except the two things weighing on her mind: her family and Happy.

Happy ignored the cracking in his joints as he stretched next to his bike. The ride from Charming to Tacoma was a long one, but not particularly difficult or taxing. He had even stopped for the night in some dingy little motel along the highway. Still, his age and various injuries were catching up to him and he resentfully felt an ache in his back that hadn't always been there. He flipped open his phone as he trudged into the SAMTAC clubhouse, his duffle over his shoulder, and saw a scathing message from Sara.

"Fucking Christ." He mumbled with an eye roll. When was she going to get that it wasn't his place to tell her the inner workings of SAMCRO? He told her as much and flipped his phone closed. Shit had gone a little sideways with the Irish Kings and Lee had needed him to come back to settle some shit. He didn't have time for some bitch and her incessant drama.

"Yo, brother!" Kozik greeted jovially and tossed an arm around his friend. Happy clapped his brother on the back and dropped his bag to the floor by the bar as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He made small talk with a few of the guys as he flipped it open, grimacing at her immature response. Fucking cunt lashing out like he was some pussy-whipped little shit that was going to roll over just because she throwing a tantrum.

"You good?" Kozik asked nodding his head towards the phone as he passed Happy a beer and the two took seats on barstools. Happy shrugged and took a long pull from his bottle. It was cold and fresh and hit the spot after being in the sun for the last few hours on the road.

"Just some bitch acting out." He answered vaguely and Kozik smirked impishly.

"Some bitch? Or do you mean Sara?" Kozik probed with a shit-eating grin.

"The fuck you think you know?" Happy asked defensively.

"I think you are fucking my sweet, angelic, beautiful sponsor." Kozik stated, broadening his smile as Happy denied nothing.

"One way to describe her." Happy snorted and shook his head taking another long drink.

"What'd she do this time?" Kozik inquired, taking a drink from his own bottle.

"She's just being a cunt." He remarked brusquely. He was torn. As much as he didn't want to talk about his feelings and whatever shit was between him and Sara, it helped to have his brother around to bounce his thoughts off of. He didn't know the SAMCRO guys well enough to be comfortable trash talking Sara when he was in a mood, and he knew that Koz would be able to brush off his acidic comments and be able to read between the lines.

The fact that Kozik had his own personal relationship with the blonde didn't hurt either, however he knew it didn't particularly endear himself to Kozik any; the blonde man certainly had a protective streak when it came to the girl as was evidenced when Sara had pettily teased Hap from Kozik's lap the night she had found out about her club. Sure, it had worked out in his favor when they had fucked like maniacs later that night, but he still remembered how she curled into Kozik when she felt that she needed some defense from Hap. Their friendship was a close one, and one that made Happy a little wary.

"Any reason she's being particularly cunty?" Koz asked, pulling him from his thoughts.

"Redwood broke the news to Berdoo. She's pissed I didn't give her warning. Told her it ain't my fucking place." He rasped with a shrug and Kozik nodded.

"She's just pissed at Redwood. She'll get over it." Kozik offered indifferently.

"Bitch needs to learn to rein it in and stop mouthing off." Happy shot back. Kozik snorted and nodded.

"Yeah she likes to wind you up for whatever reason." Happy wanted to respond, but didn't want to make it seem like he gave a shit if she was mad at him because he didn't. Not really.

She was just some bitch who liked to fuck with his head. She'd done it for years, whether or not she even realized it. He had been out of his fucking mind to even consider anything more serious than a casual fuck. The worst part was that she thought she could lash out and cry and pout and he would just let it slide. She was a fucking brat at the best of times; she needed a babysitter not a boyfriend. He didn't need that shit complicating his life.

"Aight brother, I need to work out the kinks from the ride. Talk to you later." He stated cryptically, finishing his beer and fixing his gaze across the clubhouse. Koz followed his line of sight to two blondes standing by the pool tables. Colleen and Rachelle had both been girls Happy used to frequent regularly back when he lived full-time in Tacoma. Guess old habits died hard. Kozik shook his head and rolled his eyes and flipping his phone open. He was a living testament to the fact some habits should be left for dead. He fired off a text to his favorite blonde before heading off to try to solve whatever gun crisis the Irish had created.

Sara chewed her lip as she pulled on to the Teller-Morrow lot. Things had quieted down in the few days that had followed, although the little blonde was still wound tight. Initially Jason and the guys were still angry but at some point they had accepted that if they still wanted to be part of the Sons, it was going to be under a different banner. She wasn't sure if it was her pep talk to Jason that had him leading them again but the men had fallen in line behind their soon-to-be-former President. As far as she knew, none of them had made any final decisions for new charters but at least things had been slightly warmer between the siblings since their talk.

Happy had never responded to her after she had rashly sent her last text. She couldn't blame him. Kozik had texted her telling her to knock it off and a warning about not crossing Happy for no good reason so she took that to mean he had told some people in Tacoma their business. She wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing but Kozik's admonishment was the kick in the ass she needed, and she immediately refocused her energy. No more wallowing. If she wanted to be taken seriously, she needed to get her shit together and stop lashing out.

The Redwood guys had been talking about Happy being back today and her stomach was quaking with nerves this morning when she woke up. Distracted, it took her twice as long to pull her hair back into a stylish high pony and had nearly taken out an eye with the mascara wand. Despite the ocular trauma, she spotted his bike immediately as she parked her car. He was already in.

Shit.

Sara had been hoping he wasn't going to get in until the afternoon so she'd have more time to steel her nerves. It wasn't that she was scared of him; she just felt like a douche for the way she had lashed out at him and she didn't know where they stood. Was he mad? Did he even care enough to be mad? Did she care if he was mad? Did he care if she cared he was mad?

Perhaps it was best if they just stopped whatever it was they had going on; it was supposed to be simple and easy not this stupid, convoluted bullshit that she was currently wading through. She mulled it over as she walked into the garage, the clicking of her heeled boots announcing her arrival. A few of the mechanics greeted her pleasantly as she slowly made her way towards the bald man at the end. Best to just face him and rip off the band-aid. It would be weirder to pretend he wasn't there, right?

He was already bent under the hood of some car, coveralls tied around his waist and white tank clinging tightly to his firm chest. Goddammit. He was so hot. Why must he be so hot?

She stopped awkwardly next to the car, unsure of how to proceed. Maybe he would just acknowledge her and let her off the hook? After a moment she cleared her throat but he didn't even glance in her direction. Maybe not.

"How was Tacoma?" She asked hesitantly. There it was: a hopeful olive branch. Silence. Her cheeks flushed as she started to turn away, feeling like an idiot. She shouldn't have sought him out first thing. It made her look desperate. She wasn't desperate; she just wanted to check in. She was just some stupid girl and he'd had enough. Rightfully so with the way she had been acting. She was such a fucking idiot for texting him like she had and for blaming him for things that weren't his fault.

"Rainy." She paused, eyeing him skeptically. He hadn't stopped what he was doing, and if wasn't for the way her body reacted to his raspy voice she would have thought it was in her head. His temperamental response threw her off, and she couldn't tell if he was being a smart ass in response to her bratty text telling him to 'enjoy the weather in Tacoma'.

"Hap…" She trailed off, unsure of where to go with it. Should she apologize? Did she really owe him an apology? His hand paused its work at her voice, and her heart skipped a hopeful beat. With a sigh he finally looked up at her, leaning back against the vehicle and crossing his arms. His expression was skeptical at best, annoyed and distrustful at worst.

With a sudden sense of clarity, she needed to make things right between them; she didn't know why but she just did. It was a feeling deep within her that she couldn't put a finger on, maybe in her mind or perhaps in her heart—she wasn't sure and didn't want to overthink it— but she just needed things to be good between them. For all the reasons they should stop what they were doing, she couldn't bring herself to end it or to let herself fall from grace in his eyes. For whatever godforsaken reason, he mattered.

"I'm sorry." She blurted out frantically when his dark eyes met hers. His brows furrowed briefly before smoothing into his typical stoic face. Great now he was going to think she was crazy too. "I lashed out at you and I shouldn't have. It was wrong of me." She admitted, barely above a whisper; she didn't need the other guys listening in. Her blue eyes watched him closely as his dark ones did the same to her. She could see him thinking and wished more than anything that she could hear his thoughts. He sucked his teeth and her heart caught in her throat. What if he didn't forgive her?

"You need to cut that shit out." He finally rasped. She cleared her throat in a huff before silently admonishing herself for that reaction. She was supposed to be redeeming herself in his eyes, not making it worse by copping attitude.

"Uh, yeah… I guess." She answered lamely, ruffled by his response. She supposed she shouldn't be, but she was surprised he called her on her shit.

"I'm serious, Sara. I ain't gonna stick around for that shit." He warned, hating that he was even letting it slide this time. He hadn't intended to. He intended to keep his head down and ignore her but he couldn't help himself when he saw the sway of her hips from the corner of his eye. The pleading look in her crystal eyes had hooked him, wrapping her talons deep into the meat of his heart. She was the most obliviously vicious little harpy who had no fucking clue the kind power she had over him, and it made her that much more dangerous in his eyes. He couldn't help himself though. He was drawn to her.

"You're fucking spoiled and, whatever, I can deal with that but I sure as hell ain't feeding into it when ya throw a goddamn tantrum. Especially when I'm out on a run; Sara, I got shit to do when I'm out there. I'm out if you keep that up." He pressed firmly.

"Ok." She agreed immediately with an obedient nod and a small smile.

"I'm serious, Sara." He pressed and she nodded sweetly in bubbly acceptance. He rolled his eyes as he fought the upward pull at the corners of his mouth. Of course she's an angel when she wants back on the pedestal.

"All right, bitch. If ya don't have any more to say, I'm gonna get back to work." He dismissed gruffly, turning back to the vehicle. She moved in close, placing her lips at the shell of his ear and running a hand slowly down his spine.

"I'll be in the office if you need me." She whispered in a sultry voice. She pivoted and walked away before he could react— which was for the best because all he wanted to do in that moment was throw her on the floor and bury himself deep in her pussy.

Hours later she was lounging back in the office chair; ankles crossed and propped up on the desk in front of her. She was on the phone with an insurance company trying to settle a case and get the garage paid for repairs. They kept putting her on hold and connecting her to other agents and she was getting bored listening to the piano music on the other end of the line. She lifted her head minutely when the office door opened and smiled widely, waving Happy in. He closed the door behind him and she didn't miss that he locked the door before pulling the blinds. Interesting.

"Important call?" He inquired gruffly.

"I'm on hold." Sara supplied, eyes glowing with curiosity. He stalked towards her and slid a hand up her bare legs to the hem of her shorts.

"Gonna be on hold for long?" She shrugged as he slowly uncrossed her ankles, bent her legs at the knees and knelt between them. She smirked as his hands moved to unclasp the button of her bottoms.

"Hap, we are at work." She hissed, pushing at his hands. He glared up at her and grabbed the phone putting it in its cradle, ending the call.

"What the fuck, Hap? I was on hold with them for like thirty minutes!"

"Well now you aren't." He stated, silencing her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes as he tugged on her shorts.

"Fine, but it's your neck on the chopping block." She murmured with a quiet giggle and lifted her hips as he yanked her shorts and thong down in one pull. He gripped her thighs tightly in his large hands as he spread her wide and she winced squeezing the armrests; she was definitely going to have bruises. He glanced up at her and she nodded once in acceptance—although she was certain he wasn't asking permission—and his mouth lowered to her apex. Her hiss filled the air as he sucked forcefully on her clit. It was intense, bordering on painful and her brain was instantly hazy with arousal. Sara squirmed as her body was overwhelmed by the sensations he was creating but Happy's strong grip held her in place.

"Sit still." He commanded before lowering his mouth to her again. Sara sucked in a sharp breath and pressed herself back into the seat as his tongue flicked against her most sensitive parts, quickly feeling a flush blossom under her skin. A muffled moan escaped her as she bit her lip, eyes hooded as they watched him devour her. His eyes flicked up to hers at the sound and she saw a small smirk appear. Her own eyes rolled at his response before wincing as he squeezed the flesh of her thighs again.

"Stand up." He commanded, wiping his face on the back of his arm. She hesitantly obeyed surprised that he hadn't finished her off. In her experience, he was a very generous lover. She realized this must be some masculine display of control that he felt he needed. He stood next to her, towering over her as he turned her to face the desk.

"Bend over." He ordered gruffly. As she slowly did as he asked, her heart raced and she heard the rustling of clothing followed by the familiar sound of foil being torn open before feeling him pressed against her pussy from behind. She swallowed in anticipation as one of his hands gripped the back of her neck and pressed her down into the desk. With a grunt, he speared her sharply, the hand on her neck holding her in place. She moaned loudly before clapping a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

"You like that, little girl?" He rasped quietly, buried deep in her, unmoving. She nodded and whimpered a little as he pulled out slowly. She hissed as he pushed back in sharply, hitting every delicious nerve inside of her. His fingers slid up her neck to grip her ponytail and pull her up off the desk. Her hands braced against the wood as her back arched sharply. One of his large hands snaked around and slid down the front of her tanktop to grip one of her full breasts, her nipples puckering with arousal.

"Please, Happy." Sara murmured squeezing her thighs tightly as his hips stayed still, his cock buried deep within her. Her body squirmed of its own accord, desperately seeking relief. He grunted as she flexed around him.

"This isn't about you." He murmured into her ear before sensually dragging his teeth across her neck. She whimpered again as she tried to move her hips. He leaned his full weight against her from behind, pinning her hips to the desk. "Nice try." He whispered, and she could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Happy…" She begged, reaching a hand behind to cup his head as she turned to face him over her shoulder. His gaze swept her face as she looked up at him through her lashes with hungry eyes, her pouty bottom lip between her teeth, and a heaving chest. She was as tempting as always and it took all of his self control not to just give her anything she wanted from him. As she leaned up to kiss him, his grip on her ponytail tightened and stopped her.

"Not about you." he repeated and her brows furrowed indignantly. "You're too spoiled." He explained and she sucked her teeth in realization that this was his punishment for her bratty behavior. With a huff she turned her head away from him and planted her hands on the desk, leaning forward onto her elbows. She clenched her pussy around him sharply and smirked when he tugged her ponytail gently in response.

"Just fuck me already." She threw over her shoulder as she spread her legs slightly to allow him better access. She yelped loudly as one of his hands slapped down onto her ass sharply.

"Jesus Christ, Hap. A little warning would be nice!" She snapped, and heard him chuckle.

"You and your warnings. When you gonna learn I don't need to give you warning on shit?" He grumbled and she rolled her eyes at his comment.

"Really? You're gonna make snide comments while your cock is in me?" She shot back and he jerked her ponytail sharply causing her to yelp again.

"Watch it." He warned. "You're not out of the doghouse yet."

"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" She grumbled, her arousal peaking into frustration. She was tired of his game. She got it: he was annoyed with her for being a brat. Point taken. Time to move on.

He ground himself into her before pulling out a few inches and grinding into her again. Her back arched and she moaned softly letting him push her down onto the desk. His hands slid over her pliant body to grip her hips tightly, leaving her body racing with electricity.

With a grunt, his hips slowly began moving, continuing to barely pull out an inch or two before grinding into her sharply. The friction of his movements made her eyes squeeze shut in pleasure but she knew it wasn't going to be enough to make her cum. Of course not. Because this wasn't about her.

His movements continued and slowly his pace increased until he was pounding into her at a breakneck pace. Her small body shook as it absorbed the force of his thrusts and the air was filled with his grunts and her mews of encouragement. He finally released a strangled groan signaling his release before he collapsed his body over hers. Her lips curved into a small smile as she felt his lips gently kiss the back of her neck. She twisted to try to look over her shoulder at him and he moved to capture her lips, slipping his tongue in her mouth with lazy sensuality. He generally wasn't one for tender moments and she found was surprised not only by how much she liked it but by how natural it felt.

She winced suddenly as he pulled out of her, and he broke the kiss with furrowed brows.

"You good?" he asked, moving to allow her up. She pushed herself off the desk, tilting her head to crack her neck.

"Bit sore." She said with a shrug. "A little unfulfilled." She teased, pulling him close by his shirt and smirking up at him to assure his ego that she was joking. He smirked down at her.

"Wasn't about you." He shrugged unapologetically before dipping his head down to kiss her again. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her tongue pushed its way into his willing mouth. She felt his strong arms wrap around her middle, one hand sliding down to squeeze her bare ass.

"Time for round two?" She inquired with a sweet, hopeful smile that made his balls heavy. He shook his head and her smile fell to a pout.

"Sorry woman, gotta get back to work." He stated, smacking her ass playfully for emphasis. "Besides, don't you need to get whoever I hung up on back on the phone?" he joked, and she scoffed, shoving him away to grab her clothes off the floor.

"You're so annoying." She mused. He barked out a laugh as he pulled up his own pants.

"I'm annoying?" He asked incredulously, watching her smooth her hair and wipe at the make-up under her eyes. She still looked freshly fucked to him, but she looked slightly more presentable.

"Yes, you." She huffed, pushing him towards the office door. "You want to go back to work? Then go." She unlocked the door and opened it for him, gesturing out with a huff.

"Call you tonight?" He rasped quietly.

"You fucking better." She scoffed with a flirty wink. He walked out and she closed the door behind him, leaning against it as she finished catching her breath. She knew he had forgiven her under the conditions that she needed to get her shit together and grow up. But she still didn't know what that meant. Did growing up mean moving to Charming or going home? Was it stronger to just leave or go back and face the fallout?

She shook the thoughts from her head and made her way back to the desk to try to get that damn insurance company back on the line.

Author's Note: Well there's a nice long chapter for all of you who have been waiting so patiently! Sorry its been chaotic with work and I haven't been very inspired but then I was in Russia for the weekend without my laptop and of course all I could do was write in my head the whole time so hopefully I'll be able to remember a lot of it when I sit down to write it. I don't particularly like this chapter but I need it to bridge to the next couple chapters. So. There you have it. Thanks to everyone that seem to love Sara. Its really encouraging to read all of the support in reviews.