Disclaimer: I don't own SOA or Happy. Unfortunately.
November 2007
Happy sat and seethed as he stewed on his revelation. He knew he couldn't do anything. These guys were his brothers, in a way. His hands were tied. There was a code to uphold. A code that dictated that their bond in the club was stronger than any lust for some bitch. How they dealt with their business was just that: their business. If some brother from out-of-town stepped in on Tacoma business, Hap would be the first in line to put them back in their place. Nonetheless he couldn't quell the heat coursing through his veins as his pulse roared in his ears.
The conversation moved away from that topic, but Happy was distant in his responses unable to join their revelry. The guys eventually decided to head to the clubhouse; they invited Hap.
"I'm gonna pass on this one. Gotta get up early to get home to my Ma. Your sister said I could crash here on the couch, if that's cool with you?" Hap asked Jason, out of respect—it was limited, but it was still that man's roof he'd be sleeping under. The younger man shrugged and said something along the lines of, 'your loss, brother'. The men left, leaving Happy to grab his bag from his bike in the driveway.
He removed his boots and left them by the door before making himself comfortable on the couch as he tried to keep himself distracted. He knew he probably could have made himself comfortable in Sara's bed, but it felt like a weird thing to do when she wasn't here. He didn't know what mood she'd be in when she came home, maybe she'd just want him to leave. He was tired and worried, so he hoped she wouldn't kick him out but he also wouldn't impose if she wanted him gone.
He had just dozed off when he was suddenly jerked awake by the sound of a car door outside the house. He glanced at the clock; it wasn't more than an hour after the guys had left. The front door opened as he pulled himself up off the couch. The little blonde crept in quietly before turning and jumping slightly upon seeing him. He held up his hands passively.
"Sorry." He mumbled, watching her closely for any inclination as to how her ordeal had gone. She cleared her throat and fiddled with the keys in her hands. There was an anxiety that surrounded her that Happy wasn't used to and certainly didn't like.
"Thought you would have fallen sleep by now." She stated nervously, trying to make polite conversation.
"Sara…" he started, unsure of what to say. She gave him a sad smile, a nod, and shrugged. He reached for her and she immediately dropped her purse and keys and moved into his arms, burying her face in his chest. He smoothed her hair before tilting her face to his. She avoided his gaze and his chest burned. This wasn't her; this meek, scared little creature wasn't the woman that had pulled him in and wrapped herself deep in the recesses of his mind and his heart. He pulled her into a searing kiss, her arms immediately wrapping around his neck.
Come back to me he silently urged. He wasn't good with words; never had been. He was good at making her feel good though and he hoped that was enough. He gripped her leather-clad ass tightly, pulling her close against his hard body. Suddenly she pushed back, pulling her face from his.
"Hap, I need to shower. I—" She responded, sounding guilty. She felt dirty. Cheap. She felt her skin crawling and the last thing she wanted was Happy to realize and recoil in disgust. She was no better than the fucking sweetbutts or the girls at the brothel.
"I don't care." He mumbled, trying to pull her back.
"No, you don't underst—"
"I do." He cut her off. "I know, Sare." She looked at him skeptical, her mouth falling open in disbelief. How could he know? Surely Jason hadn't said anything. He wouldn't be that stupid. Then again, he didn't know his sister was fucking Tacoma's most infamous enforcer.
"Better close that mouth before I find something to put in it." Happy joked with a lewd smile, pulling at her body again. She gave in, but dodged his kiss.
"How did you—"
"The guys weren't very discrete in their bragging about their deal with the local 5-0."
"It's just the one guy." She clarified, suddenly alarmed by the thought of Happy thinking the whole department was running a train on her or something. Good god. What he must think of her. He made a disapproving sound in his chest before pulling her back in for a kiss.
She wasn't lying. It was just the one guy. He had been a few years older than her in highschool and had always harbored a crush on her, something Jason had capitalized on once he caught wind that her former suitor was now sporting a shiny new badge. She had never reciprocated his feelings but he wasn't necessarily a bad guy. She had always empathized with him; he seemed nice enough in high school but never seemed to have confidence. From a good family, polite; everything a decorated officer should be—only these days he was on the take with SAMDINO.
He had taken the money over the years—he'd have been crazy not to—but he had made it clear time and time again what he actually wanted in payment. Jason had made her cash in on that only a few times and only to get out of big trouble in a pinch. She'd never come out of it feeling good about herself, but he wasn't mean. He didn't hit her or get too rough with her. It was just… impersonal. A warm body for him to fill. He didn't want her; he just wanted to fulfill his highschool fantasy.
"Don't want the details." Happy mumbled into the kiss as she leaned into him. He gripped her ass tightly before lifting her to wrap her legs around his waist to carry her to the bedroom.
"Bet he didn't even get you off." Hap pried, burying his face in her cleavage. She giggled and shook her head. He dropped her on her bed before pulling off his kutte and shirt. She eagerly pulled her own shirt over her head as she sat up on her knees to run her hands down his taut, colorful body. She pressed a kiss into his chest before reaching for his belt buckle. His large hands palmed her tits, cupping them and squeezing as she undid he belt and pants, sliding them down. He wasn't wearing his usually boxer briefs and his cock sprang free, fully erect. It was warm and velvety pressed against her belly as he pulled her close for a kiss. One calloused hand tilted her face away from his mouth as he left a trail down her jaw and neck.
"Oh Hap…" She breathed as one of her delicate hands slid between them to pull at his cock. He groaned into her neck before shoving her back on the bed. He undid her pants and she quickly toed off her heels before he pulled her pants and thong down and off in one movement. He had a predatory look in his eye as she moved up the bed to the middle, only briefly reaching over into a drawer to pull out a foil packet. She tossed it to him and he tore it open with his teeth as his free hand pulled at his own length. He moved to kneel over her, sliding the condom on before slipping a hand between her legs to check her readiness. She moaned and arched as two fingers pressed into her. She wasn't wet enough, but she would be soon enough.
"He that bad that my fingers make you squirm?" He bragged arrogantly.
"Your fingers always make me squirm." She pointed out somewhat distantly. He shot her a smug look.
"Ain't that the fuckin' truth." She only smirked and spread her legs before trying to pull him down over her.
"Fuck me, Happy." She moaned as his fingers continued to move in her.
"That little bitch couldn't make you feel good?" He continued, needing to hear her confirm what he already knew. "I can make you feel good, baby." He mumbled, rubbing his tip against her entrance.
"Fuck me, please." She pleaded; lifting her hips and feeling him slip in slightly. "Make me feel good, Hap." He laced his fingers with hers to pin her hands to the bed before pushing in sharply. She cried out and arched beneath him, legs wrapping tight around his to pull him deeper.
"Fuck!" She groaned as his hips started to roll over hers. Her nails cut little half-moons into the back of his hands as he set a grueling pace.
"He fuck you like this?" He growled and she fervently shook her head. He knew he was fixating but it had nearly driven him insane thinking about some random uniform fucking her. She was too good for that little bitchass cop. Probably some fattass faggot that would never have a chance with a smokeshow like Sara. Guy likely just flopped around sweaty on top of her, sloppily humping at her like a dog in heat.
He saw her mentally pull back, clearly in her head recalling earlier events. He slowed his movements and leaned down to kiss her softly, pulling her back.
"Hey, it's done. You ain't ever fucking that little bitch again, you hear me?" He pressed firmly, as she nodded.
"You're here. With me." He assured and she nodded again, smiling. "I'm the one fucking you, you got it little girl?" He pressed his tongue into her mouth and released one of her hands to palm her breast roughly. She bit his lip sharply and he moaned, pushing into her hard eliciting a mew from her small frame.
"You wanna ride me?" he asked, gripping her thigh tightly before flipping their positions. She moaned and bit her lip as she slid down his length, settling in his lap.
"Feel good?" He asked his voice deep with arousal. She nodded and he growled.
"Talk to me." He urged as her hips started to move. She shot him a dark look and planted her hands on his chest to brace herself as she increased her pace.
"Fuck! Sara, goddamn you feel so good." He groaned, his strong hands tight on her ass as she bounced on him. She was moaning with every move, grinding her pussy against him desperate for release.
"I'm close." She mumbled, her head falling back. She cried out sharply as his thumb pressed into her clit.
"Cum for me." He ordered sharply and he felt her pulsate around him. "Come on, baby. Cum on my cock." His thumb continued to circle her as his free hand slid up her flat belly and across her chest to encircle her throat. Her head snapped forward, her stormy eyes meeting his as his grip tightened minutely, only putting slight pressure on her neck.
"Fuck me, baby. Cum for me." He commanded, giving her throat a squeeze. He groaned loudly as she tightened around him suddenly, her face twisted in pleasure. He released her throat to grab her hips tightly, pulling her down hard. He buried himself deep as his own release was triggered, his toes curling and his body convulsing sharply. She collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily. He gathered her in his arms, smoothing her hair out of his face as he caught his own breath.
"Sorry." She mumbled into his chest.
"For what?"
"I know I'm normally more… I don't know… just more talkative and just…. whatever." She answered self-consciously.
"'Sfine." He assured, kissing the top of her head. He wanted to say something comforting. He wanted to tell her it was okay, and that he understood.
"My dick can have that effect." He joked, giving her a squeeze. He was never good with words. It was the closest he could come up with to comforting. It seemed to have the desired effect when she giggled and scoffed.
"Shower?" She asked gently nipping his jaw playfully with her teeth. He groaned.
"Not if you keep that shit up." He ran a warm hand down her back before squeezing her ass.
"Come on." She giggled, getting up and pulling his towards the adjoining bathroom. He made a sound of opposition but followed, throwing away the condom in the bathroom trash.
"Hey Sara?" he asked his voice raspy in his post coital haze.
"Yeah?" She asked absently, distracted as she turned the shower settings to an ideal temperature.
"Do you want me to kill this guy?" He asked quietly. She scoffed and looked over her shoulder, sobered by the serious look on his face. Water forgotten, she turned to face him, moving to grip his biceps as he looked down at her solemnly.
"Hap, he's a cop." She pointed out with a furrowed brow. He shrugged. She was dumbfounded. He couldn't be serious.
"I can make it look like an accident." He offered. She shook her head and averted her gaze as she regained her ability to think. This man was offering to murder someone for her as if he was offering to change her oil.
"I'm serious, Sara. Say the word and I'll end him." He pressed. She looked back into his eyes and shrugged.
"What am I supposed to say to that?" She asked in disbelief.
"You say yes."
"No." She responded firmly.
"Why not?"
"Because it's done. And I just want to forget about it, okay?" He gave her a skeptical look. "I'm serious, Hap. We've all done something we don't want to for the sake of the club. This is no different." He scoffed.
"Happy, don't act like other chapters of the club don't pay off favors in pussy; you know they do. You just don't like it this time because it's mine that's payment. You don't have to like it; I sure as hell don't. But I just want it behind me. Okay?" She gave him a stern look. He rolled his eyes.
"Fine." He responded shortly. She took a silent moment to watch the muscles in his jaw twitch as he firmly looked past her.
"Hey… Talk to me." She pressed, reaching up to grip his neck, making him look at her.
"Let's just shower. I gotta be up early." He dismissed, moving out of her grasp and into the shower behind her. He hear her small sigh as she followed him in. He kept his back to her as the water washed over him, resting his hands against the cold tile to lean into the spray. Her small hands snaked around his middle, wrapping until he felt her cheek press into his spine, the occasional press of her soft lips to his back.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, barely audible over the hiss of the shower. With an eyeroll he pried her arms off so he could turn to face her. Her blue eyes were wide and innocent as they looked up at him; he couldn't help the twitch in his dick at the sight. She'd always had this effect on him.
"Are you mad?" She finally asked.
"Not at you." He answered simply. "I'm just confused with you."
"What do you mean?" She asked, brows furrowed.
"Why would you let your brother treat you like this. You don't take shit from me, ever—which it hot, don't get me wrong; but you'll do anything that dickbag asks. I don't get it."
"He's family. You do anything for family; even if it's terrible and you don't want to because at the end of the day, they have your back. There's not a lot I can do to help, and if this helps... then I'll do it."
"You shouldn't have to." He grumbled. She shrugged and stood up on her tiptoes to capture a kiss. Happy's hands instantly pulled her against his body. He felt her shiver slightly and realized he had been blocking most of the water from her. He rotated them slowly, still caught up in their heated kiss until he had her pressed to the wall, hot water cascading over both of them.
"We don't have a condom." She mumbled as his mouth moved to suck her pulse point.
"Someone's eager for a fuck." He laughed as his fingers tugged her nipples making her arch into him her hips opening instinctively to his touch. He kissed and nipped his way down her belly until he could throw one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her to his mouth. Soon her whimpers and gasps filled the humid air as her nails dug into his bald scalp. With a shudder and a cry, she came apart before slowly letting herself slide down the wall into his lap. Hap watched in amusement as she giggled in her euphoria.
"Stand up." Her breathy voice urged. He raised a brow. "Stand up." She commanded again, firmer, and nudged him. He did as she ordered and was quickly rewarded with her hot mouth around his cock.
"Oh fuck." He hissed leaning forward against the wall over her. He gazed at her through hooded eyes as he brushed her wet hair from her face. He never got sick of the sight of her blue gaze looking reverently up at him as she sucked him off. He allowed himself the luxury of a quick finish and a loud groan. With a satisfied grin, Sara rose to her feet.
"Come on, someone has an early morning." She teased grabbing the soap from the shelf in the corner. They washed themselves quickly and efficiently—with a few exceptions when Happy would grab her ass or playfully nip at her neck. They collapsed into bed and swiftly fell asleep.
Author note: Hey all, just a quick note:
First, if you don't like where the story is going, well, I'm sorry. My advice to you-and all readers- is that if you don't like the state of Happy fics out there, then write your own and share it with us. Honestly, that's the best way you can change the status quo. I get it. I- too- am sick of cheating fics. Not sure why someone felt the need to express their feelings on my fic, when nobody has cheated on anyone thus far but I'm also not going to derail something I've been working on for over a year just because of a comment. If you don't like it, don't read it. You don't need to tell me about it.
Secondly, there were a few comments (coming from a good place, so I'm not upset) about how motorcycles have small gas tanks and would be stopping just a frequently as Sara was needing to stop to pee. There's a difference between having to pull over for 5 minutes to re-fill a tank and having to stop and wait for a chick to run in to a rest stop, pee, inevitably buy something, etc. Also, its such a minute detail to be nitpicky over guys. I appreciate it, but nobody is perfect and I don't think that most people are reading this story for its realistic depiction of motorcycles maintenance and being said, I'll try to take things like that into account better in the future.
All of this behind us, the majority of responses I am receiving are overwhelmingly positive and I know a lot of people are frustrated with Sara's passiveness and Happy's lack of going, well, full-Happy on Jason but I'm well aware of this. Hopefully you guys will understand things in the next few chapters. Love you all.