I do not own any characters from Sons of Anarchy. I own Sara and any other original characters.
January 2008
A week later she was in her new apartment. The guys assembled all of her new furniture and had been very patient with her as she made them rearrange it multiple times. She couldn't help it; she wanted it to be perfect.
She had gotten a king sized bed, secretly hoping that Happy would be pleased with that, although in the times they had slept next to each other they were usually wrapped so tight around each other that a twin bed would have been sufficient. She had resolved to no longer be bothered by her desire to please him. She was well aware that she was developing feelings for the man and tried not to think too much on the fact that he may only look at her as a convenient fuck. She hoped not; his drunken call to her had reignited her optimism that maybe there was something more going on between them.
He was still in Tacoma the day she moved but had let her know that he would be down in Charming within a few days. She was selfishly grateful that she had been able to spend her few first nights alone sprawling blissfully in the giant bed. Unpacking was her own personal hell, but she had managed to get most of it done. Gemma had stocked her fridge and kitchen as a housewarming gift—as if the woman hadn't already done enough. Sara couldn't express how grateful she was to the SAMCRO family.
She would be starting her new job in a week. She had interviewed and they had essentially given her the job on the spot so long as her background check cleared—which it did. She would be working in an outpatient clinic as the Clinical Addiction Specialist. It was a small clinic attached to St. Thomas Hospital and paid well enough. More importantly, it had great benefits. Sara had laughed a little to herself when she thought about the fact she would have a 401k—she definitely hadn't had one of those working for the brothel. Retirement funds weren't exactly something the club worried much about, but she had to admit she liked the idea of having something to fall back on someday.
Sara had been spending her days at TM, more out of boredom and a lack of other options than anything else. Of course she enjoyed being around Juice and Half-Sack but she really needed to make other friends—ideally female friends—if she was going to thrive in this town.
"Why don't you just hang with the other girls in the clubhouse?" Half-Sack had asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Juice snorted and Sara just stared at him incredulously.
"I'm not hanging out with the crow eaters." She said, knowing she sounded every bit the spoiled brat her reputation made her out to be.
"Why not?"
"Because I have nothing in common with them." She stated flatly.
"That's not true. You're banging a Son, they're banging Sons." Half-Sack pointed out while leaning under the hood of a Camaro. Juice snickered and Sara shot him a dark look. He buried his smile in a sip from his water bottle.
"Oh, you did not just compare me to them."
"How is it different, Sare?" Sack asked as he tinkered with the engine.
"Um, let's see. I don't have terrible extensions. I'm not washed up. I'm not banging all of the Sons collectively—"
"Unfortunately." Sack injected with a snicker. He pulled his head out of the car when the distant rumble of a bike could be heard.
"Shut up, perv." Sara chastised but her smile gave away her playful demeanor. She turned her eyes towards the lot as the bike pulled in, and she immediately recognized the rider.
She watched his body move as he climbed off and removed his helmet. Even with the distance she could see his bare biceps flex when he pulled his duffle from the back of the bike where it had been strapped. Her lip found its way between her teeth as she watched him move towards the clubhouse.
"It's like watching a cat in heat." Half-Sack grumbled. "Have a little respect for the rest of us, kay?"
"You're just a Prospect; none of us have respect for you." Juice chimed in, and Sara chuckled tearing her eyes from Happy as he pulled the large clubhouse doors open. She wasn't sure if he had seen her, but she wasn't about to go chasing him down. If he wanted to see her, he could come find her.
"Anyway, back to the discussion at hand." Sara cleared her throat and refocused. The men groaned.
"What? You seriously don't know where I can find non-crow eater friends?" She asked, genuinely perplexed by the lack of knowledge the men before her possessed. Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her tight denim shorts.
Im in charming She felt victorious. Like Wonder Woman-level of victory. He had been back all of five minutes and was already texting her. He never initiated. That meant something, she knew it had to. This was one of those times it would be great to have girl friends.
I know. I saw. I'm in the garage hanging with Juice and Sack. She sent the response, her body itching to run over to the clubhouse, lock the bald man in a dorm, and have her way with him. She fidgeted with her outfit, readjusting herself and running a hand through her blonde waves. Fortunately both Juice and Half-Sack had re-immersed themselves in their work and didn't witness her descent into girly-ness.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement and she tried to be as casual as possible as she cast a glance in the direction of the clubhouse. Sure enough, Hap was walking over. Her lips quirked into small smile before turning her attention back to watch Juice and Sack. At this point, everyone knew they were sleeping together but they weren't publicly together. Hell, she wasn't convinced they were privately together either. Sure they had fun but they hadn't been together since Thanksgiving weekend over a month ago. Maybe he had moved on while he was up in Tacoma.
She heard his gravelly voice behind her as he greeted Tig and Bobby at the other end of the garage. The rough tones of his speech traveled down her spine and she squeezed her thighs together in an effort to relieve the tingling sensation between her legs. The sound of his boots echoed as he made his way in her direction and her pulse quickened. He came around the silver car she was leaning against and stood next to her, his eyes on Sack and Juice.
"Hey brother." Juice greeted as Hap nodded in response as he leaned against the silver car as well, arms crossed over his broad chest.
"How's the Prospect coming along?" He asked gruffly. Sara was silent as she let them converse, content with having Hap mere inches away. She knew he needed to save face and act like he didn't just come over because she was there.
"I'm good—" Half-Sack started.
"Didn't ask you." Hap interrupted with a smirk. Juice snickered before responding.
"We're making the best with what we got."
"Fuck you." Sack responded with an eye roll.
"I hear Piney used the shitter; you might want to get in there and take a look Prospect." Happy stated with a dismissive head jerk in the direction of the clubhouse. Half-Sack's face paled at the notion but he set down his wrench with a sigh and made his way slowly, grumbling under his breath.
"You're so mean." Sara teased as she, Juice, and Hap watched the Prospect's retreating back disappear behind large wooden doors. Hap turned his dark eyes to her, the joy evident in the crinkles by his eyes.
"Nothing new there." He answered with a gruff shrug. Sara spared a glance to Juice who was already lost in his work again, singing along with the classic rock song on the radio.
"Welcome back." She offered, letting herself casually slide a few inches closer to Hap, her own arms crossed now as well. She didn't miss the arrogant look on his face as he shifted his weight, subtly moving closer as well. Their arms were now fraction of an inch apart and the electricity jumping between them was almost intolerable.
"Good ride?" She asked craning her neck up at his face, the movement brushing their arms together. The touch made her feel like a giddy teenager, getting away with something she wasn't supposed to be doing. In all reality, Hap could probably fuck her here and now on the garage floor and none of the guys would bat an eye, but she enjoyed the coy feeling that accompanied their little touches.
"Guess we'll see tonight." He answered lowly as his eyes scanned the length of her body appreciatively, his black orbs swirling with lust. His response nearly knocked the air from her lungs and she felt a burst of fire in her abdomen. So he definitely had not moved on. The heated moment was interrupted by Gemma popping her head from the office and calling Sara's name.
"Guess we will." Sara mused with a hum and an arched brow before pushing off the car and heading toward the beckoning matriarch.
PING!
U up? Sara felt a grin blossom on her face as she read the text from Happy.
Yep. She responded before glancing at the clock. 11:23pm.
Howd the move go
Great! Wanna come see it?
Sure
She texted him the address and it wasn't more than twenty minutes before she heard the loud roar of the engine pull into her driveway. Sorry neighbors.
She opened the door before he even knocked and he was met with her beaming smile. He couldn't stop the amusement that rose to his face at her childlike excitement and pride.
"It's late. You shouldn't just open the door before you see who it is."
"Because it's likely that a strange biker I don't know might show up right after I text you to come over." She teased dryly. "Besides, I watched you walk up the drive." She admitted with a grin and moved to let him in.
"Welcome to my humble abode." She joked, waving her hand like on a gameshow. He toed off his boots and pulled off his hoodie and kutte while looking around the living room.
"Looks good." He rasped, fiddling with the lock on the door a few times to check it.
"Juice already checked the locks like fifty times." She offered and he shrugged.
"Gotta keep you safe." She beamed a little brighter at his words before giving him a quick tour and leading him back to the kitchen to grab two glasses. She poured whiskey into one and white wine into the other.
"You busy with club stuff tonight? You hungry?" He nodded in response to both and watched as she grabbed some leftovers out of the fridge and made up a plate for him.
"Club's good?" He made an indifferent sound letting her knew he heard her but wasn't going to answer and took a sip of his whiskey.
"How's the job search?" He asked, watching her put the plate in the microwave before rushing around straightening things and fussing with the dishtowel.
"Great! I'm gonna be at that clinic attached to St. Thomas. I'm probably gonna get my own office and everything." She bragged proudly. Her pacing was driving him nuts, so he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his chest.
"That was quick." Happy mused, looking down at her glowing face.
"Well I'm a very desirable candidate." She teased, wrapping her arms around his middle and gazed up at him as he brushed some loose hair from her face.
"You did good." He murmured and kissed her gently. It was the closest he would come to actually telling her, but Happy was proud of her. She had been so scared to start this new chapter of her life and here she was now, with her apartment and a job with an office.
Sara could taste the honeyed sweetness of the whiskey on his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. She kissed back, trying to hide her blush at his words. He wasn't one to lay everything out but she was beginning to understand how to read into his words. Her heart swelled a little with joy at his approval.
The microwave beeped loudly behind her, making her pull back and grab the plate setting it on the small dining table set up nearby. She grabbed silverware for him as he sat. He ate in silence as she went on about her job, and the apartment, and a funny story about Half-Sack trying to put the furniture together.
He had forgotten how much she rambled when she spoke and was surprised to realize he had missed it while in Tacoma. Granted, sometimes it drove him nuts but it also had become a comfortable sound. He had fought the desire to call her every day since his drunk dial, feeling like a pussy for even entertaining the thought. It took even more strength to force himself not to text her everyday just to see her flirty little responses.
Instead he had found the next best thing in a busty little blonde he found at a bar that he fucked in the back alley by the dumpster. It had been disappointing at best, the girl just couldn't perform at the level that he wanted and despite finishing, he left the alley more frustrated than when he had stumbled into it.
Now that Sara was officially living in Charming, he felt divided. He desperately wanted to be back in the small town wrapped up in her but the lone wolf in him itched beneath his skin. He didn't want to be tied down, stuck in one place; he didn't live his life by somebody else's schedule. Confliction was not a feeling he was familiar with and it threw him that he both wanted her gone and to be around her constantly. What was he supposed to do with that shit?
He didn't do well when he felt trapped. He was used to having the open road before him and for his only priority to be the club, followed by his mom and aunt. Sara was an unexpected variable that triggered his fight-or-flight instincts. He needed to clear his head of her and it would be easier if he just stayed in Tacoma and they ended things. But here he was, getting sucked back into her charm.
He pushed the plate away slightly signaling he was finished and watched approvingly as she immediately put it in the dishwasher. She grabbed the whiskey and refilled his glass. Goddamn, she didn't make it any easier when she was so fucking perfect without even trying. He pulled her into his lap before she could return the bottle to the kitchen. She laughed and set the bottle on the table, arms wrapping around his shoulders afterward.
"Miss me?" She teased with a knowing grin. The corners of his mouth pulled up a little and he shrugged.
"You're okay, I guess." He responded burying his smile in a sip of whiskey. Her giggle echoed in the quiet room.
"Thanks. You're okay too, I guess." She joked with an eye roll. She grabbed her glass of wine and took a long drink from it. As she set the glass down, he reached and turned her chin to face him pulling her in for a kiss.
Their hungry mouths devoured each other's, passion heating the kiss quickly. It had been over a month since they had been together, and his cock was painfully hard with anticipation. He pushed her up off his lap and stood before immediately throwing her over his shoulder.
"Up the stairs on the right." She directed as he carried her towards the bedroom and he smacked her ass in response.
"You gave me a tour, remember?" He rasped before tossing her on the bed gently.
"This bed is huge." He noted, climbing over her.
"Mm, I thought you might like that." She murmured, leaning up to kiss his neck and tug at his shirt. Her words made him fumble. Fuck. He didn't want that. This wasn't their bed.
"Hap? You okay?" Her voice cut through his thoughts as he shook them out. He made a deep noise of acknowledgement before pulling his shirt over his head. Just fuck her one more time and be done with her. He pushed her tanktop up over her breasts and leaned down to lick the valley between her breasts. Her legs parted easily creating an inviting space for his narrow hips to rest.
Quiet moans filled the darkness as he pulled her bra cups down to expose her pink nipples. He latched quickly and the warmth of his mouth had her arching into him. His coarse hand caressed her bare breast as his tongue laved the pebbled nipple. There was a wet pop as he released her before kissing up her neck, sucking her pulse point in a way that drove her crazy. Her hands gripped his strong, bare shoulders in an attempt to anchor herself as low sounds escaped her throat. The tight bands of muscle flexed under her touch and she felt herself floating adrift as he licked a sensitive spot just below her ear.
She pushed at him gently before removing her tank and bra. She resumed pushing him onto his back before straddling him, nestling his growing hardness against her hot core. Her eyes scanned his tattoos in the dim light as she traced a few, noticing he had added another smiley face. When her nails scraped across the skin below his navel Happy's hips shifted upward of their own accord. There was a quiet whoosh as she exhaled, pressing herself along his engorged length.
Sara snaked forward to lick the expanse of his chest, sucking his flesh sensually. He let out a shaky breath as her tongue circled one of his nipples, his fingers gripping her hips tightly guiding hers as they gently rolled over his, desperate for friction.
Her tongue found its way to his neck and she sucked the column of his throat affectionately as one of his hands gently caressed the bare skin of her back. It was uncharacteristic and certainly unspoken but they were taking their time, letting their bodies become reacquainted. It had been a while since her soft lips grazed his chest or since his calloused fingers traced her peaks and valleys.
His fingers had forgotten the soft curve of her waist and the smoothness of her delicate skin wrapped over her lean, strong back. A small hand skimmed across his flexing abs and slipped into his loose jeans, fingertips grazed the sensitive tip of his cock and his hips jerked excitedly. He hadn't forgotten this part. She giggled at his reaction and was rewarded with smack to the ass in response to the mockery.
They were moving too slow; of this she was certain. As much as she enjoyed the stages of undressing each other, she was eager now. Her body was remembering everything it had been missing and it was thrumming with excitement. She moved off of him and pulled down her own cotton shorts and panties as he hurriedly stripped out of his jeans, grabbing the condom out of his wallet before tossing the garment on the floor.
Her eyes darted hungrily to his heavy, thick erection as she snaked her body over his, writhing against him tortuously. A groan escaped him as she ground her wet heat on his taut thigh. He broke the kiss to suck in a breath as her small fingers gripped the base of his cock firmly.
"Suck my cock." He murmured, hands urging her downwards. He lifted his head to watch as she compliantly moved into position between his legs. Her long hair draped around her, tickling his belly and blocking his view. He quickly brushed it out of the way as her tongue flattened against the underseam of his cock. He groaned loudly in relief when she finally took him in her eager, warm mouth.
"That's it." He praised her enthusiasm. This is what he had wanted from the stupid bitch in the alley. The sad part was that he didn't even want Sara to suck him off fully, he just wanted affirmation. He craved the reminder of how fucking good she actually was; he needed to know that it wasn't just built up in his head. Happy blindly felt around until he found the small square package and ripped it open.
"Come here." He urged, one hand gently nudging her head from his groin. He rolled the condom on and quickly pulled her to straddle him. She positioned herself over him and slowly began to descend but Happy was too frenzied to tolerate a slow pace. He lifted his hips to sharply impale her and she winced groaning loudly and digging her nails into the colored flesh of his chest.
"Fuckin' A, Hap. You gotta give me a second." She chastised as she settled despite his hips moving beneath her. She was used to his roughness, but it didn't stop the delicious sting between her legs.
"Come on, little girl. Fuck me. Remind me how good you are." He challenged and her brow cocked in response. She shifted her hips gently testing to assure the discomfort had subsided. His grip on her hips tightened as he tried to force her hips to move over him. She slapped his arms forcefully and he looked up at her startled by her response. Her smirk only made his blood run hotter.
"If you want to do all the work, you can get on top." She quipped and he chuckled releasing her hips to arrogantly fold his hands beneath his head. She hummed in approval as she began to move over him, building up to a frantic pace. Her hands were planted on his chest for support as she bucked wildly, panting as she ground her clit into his pelvis with every thrust.
"Damn, girl." He murmured, eyes hooded but bright as he watched her recklessly ride his cock, her tits bouncing and lip firmly between her teeth as she got lost in her own pleasure. "You're so fucking sexy."
She smirked down at him in response but didn't stop and squeezed her eyes closed in focus. She could feel her orgasm charging like a runaway train and she was determined to meet it head on.
"Want some help?" He teased, finally removing his hands from their folded position behind his head. Her hands quickly pinned his wrists to the bed and he barked out a laugh. If the guys could see him now, seemingly controlled by the 115lb blonde riding his dick.
"Not even a little?" He challenged before bending his legs beneath her and using the bed as leverage to push up into her forcefully, almost lifting her off the bed. She moaned loudly and released her grip immediately, grinding down on him hard as he went deep.
"That's what I thought." He rasped, gripping her feminine hips tightly as he began to piston up to meet her bouncing. Her delicate moans quickly escalated through feminine whines to full-blown cries of ecstasy. A shudder raced through her body as she came hard, collapsing onto his chest gasping for air.
"Holy fuck." She groaned breathlessly as he chuckled and slid her onto her stomach next to him. Slowly regaining her senses, she pushed her hips up as he positioned himself behind her. He caught a glimpse of the familiar black outline on her back and he mood darkened. He hated looking at it. He hated thinking about it. His palm smacked against her ass with a wet slap evoking a euphoric giggle from her.
"This ass…" He growled palming her flesh as it turned pink from his slap. "Someday I'm gonna fuck this ass…But tonight, I'm gonna fuck your tight little cunt until your neighbors know my fucking name." He promised in his deep gravelly voice and she mewed at his words, writhing with desire as her wetness coated her thighs.
"Please, Hap." She cooed, pushing back wantonly. He lined himself up with her entrance.
"Yea baby?" He encouraged. "You need somethin'?"He missed her husky sex voice.
"Fuck me." She murmured as her blonde waves splayed over one shoulder across the bed.
"I can't hear you." He teased, running a finger down her crack, hovering over her puckered hole before sliding down to her sopping pussy. He could smell her delicious scent filling the air after her orgasm and it was clouding his brain.
"Fuck me!" She cried louder.
"Louder." He demanded, pressing his tip into her but holding her hips steady so she couldn't push back against him.
"GODDAMN IT! FUCK ME, ALREADY!" She screamed, no longer caring if anyone heard. A guttural cry escaped her as he thrust in hard, her body jolted by the force.
"That's right baby, take it." He groaned as he pounded into her as hard as his muscles allowed.
"Who's fucking you?" Happy growled.
"You are." She moaned.
"What's my fucking name, bitch?" He pressed loudly, hammering into her. She was going to be so fucking sore tomorrow but he couldn't stop himself.
"Happy Lowman!" She cried out, fingers wrapped tight in the bedspread as she pressed back against him. He was filling her so completely and deeply she was surprised she could remember her own name, let alone his. Her body felt like a live wire, sparking over and over again with every thrust of his hips.
An animalistic sound came from behind her as he collapsed over her; his sweaty broad chest pressed to her narrow back as he managed to catch himself on his hands, still buried and pulsating inside of her. His hips jerked a few times as he came and she groaned as his body and scent fully enveloped her. They gasped for few breaths in silence before he pulled himself from her and flipped her onto her back. She could barely comprehend the action before she felt his tongue lapping at her drenched pussy.
"Holy fuck!" She moaned, convulsing at the unexpected stimulation. Happy moved to suck her clit, ignoring the leftover latex flavor tainting the sweet taste of her cunt. Her hands gripped his bald head as she pressed her pussy up into his eager mouth.
"Oh god, keep going!" She moaned. "I'm so close!"
He slid two fingers into her and lifted his head to watch her as she tensed beneath him.
"Cum for me, baby." He breathed as she cried out and her body shuddered. "That's a good girl." He murmured, continuing to move his fingers in her until the contractions slowed.
"Wow." She breathed as he moved to throw away the condom before returning to lie down. After a moment he reached over and slid her across the massive bed to tuck her into his side. He planted a kiss on her blonde hair as she rested her head on his shoulder, his fingers playing with the ends of her waves. She began to drift asleep soothed by the sensation created from this large, grumpy man playing with her hair.
When Happy had left Tacoma early that morning, he had no intention of continuing their little tryst. He needed to put some space there and frankly something seemed off with how easily her brother had given in. He reminded himself to follow up on that; he'd hate for some pissed off douchebag to come and try to settle a score that didn't even exist. It wasn't his fault Sara moved to Charming; sure he had pushed her in that direction but the decision had been all hers. Jason was just enough of a mix of jackass and protective brother to make a beef where there wasn't one, and Hap wasn't going to stand for that little shit making his life harder.
The month apart had just solidified his position that things were better for everyone if they just stopped whatever they were doing. He wouldn't have brothers out for his blood just because he was fucking their little princess and if he removed himself from the situation, she would be able to live her own life like he had told her to do in the first place. She didn't need to be tied down again. His fingers dropped to her bare midback where he knew another man's name was inked in her flesh.
It was like a slap in the face every time he fucked her from behind; it lit a rage in his chest that he wasn't used to feeling. He wasn't a hothead; he prided himself on his restraint and ability to separate his emotions from the job at hand. He wondered if she knew it was why he was so rough with her in that position. That reaper looking up at him—mocking him—fueled his darker side, the side that wanted to punish himself for his own weakness and inability to quit some bitch that had belonged to a man who was his equal; instead he punished her, although based on the sounds she made it was a welcome torture.
He had resolved to end things with her once he was back in Charming. He was going to end it when he initially texted her, but finding that she was nearby he felt pulled to go see her. He told himself it was because only a pussy ends shit over texts. Upon seeing her in the garage, leaning against some cage like she didn't have a care in the world had struck a chord in him. She looked so fucking sexy with her little frayed shorts and her pretty pink lips pulling into an innocent smile.
He told himself it was a dick move to end things at the garage where any of the guys could see, so he was going to do it later. Well that went out the window she opened that door beaming like a lighthouse. He told himself he should at least go in and tell her like a man. She deserved that at least. Then she offered food; well only a fool would pass on a home cooked meal. He convinced himself that he was just going to fuck her one last time, you know, for the memories.
Now he was staring at her ceiling, fingers twirling her blonde strands and thinking about how much of a weak fucking pussy he was. He couldn't even man up and end this shit before it fell apart. If he was really fucking honest with himself, he didn't even want to end it. Happy realized with a jolt: he was so fucked.
Author Note: Super long chapter y'all, but I just couldn't bring myself to split it. So, enjoy this Big Damn Update.