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

Jan 2008

Sara threw her arms around her brother's neck as he climbed off his bike.

"Hey sweetheart, how you been?" he greeted affectionately. Sara responded cheerfully and moved to hug the lanky young man beside her scruffy brother. He was skinny but looked strong, built like a swimmer or a boxer. He had an uncommonly clean-cut edge to him thanks to his affluent upbringing, but exuded a mischievous attitude that repeatedly resulted in being caught on the wrong side of the law until his parents finally cut him off. Sterling Crane had been Ryan's prospect before the arrests but hadn't been around the club long enough to be implicated with the rest of the guys. He had his colors and rocker now but they were those of Reno. The two hugged affectionately as Sterling lifted her into the air.

Happy watched from the clubhouse doorway as she giggled wrapped in this skinny kid's arms. Jealousy clawed beneath his skin as the kid threw an arm around Sara's shoulders; he sucked his teeth as Sara leaned in to it playfully and led the new guy towards the clubhouse.

"Relax, brother." Bobby grumbled quietly from beside Happy. Happy startled, realizing he had been clenching his fists and setting his jaw.

"Sara!" He barked out with authority, unable to let it go. Her head snapped in his direction at her name and she recognized the jealous look on his face. She smiled gently, rolled her eyes, and disengaged herself from her friend dotingly making her way over to Happy who tucked her protectively beneath his arm and glared back at the younger man.

"Whoa." Sterling mumbled to Jason who just laughed. "You okay with him fucking your sister?" he asked turning to his former-president.

"Don't have much choice in the matter." Jason shrugged. "But he'll take care of her."

"Dude's a fucking a psycho." Sterling pointed out nervously. Jason only laughed in agreement leading his friend into the SAMCRO clubhouse.

The two men made their way to the bar where most of the Redwood guys had gathered.

"How's desert life treating you, brother?" Jax asked as Sara dutifully hopped behind the bar.

"Every day above ground is a good day." Jason answered noncommittally. "We were just passing through and thought we'd stop by." The men socialized as Sara served drinks. The conversation quickly turned—as it always did— to money, bikes, girls, and guns.

"Actually, we know some Devil's Tribe guys out of Indian Hills that helped us out with girls occasionally. They ran girls too." Jason stated. "Couple of our guys knew them from back in the day I guess."

"My dad served with Jury." Jax stated lighting up at the thought of his 'uncle'.

"No shit? Well, I guess the Mayans have been taxing the shit out of them." Jason informed with a shrug. "Haven't been out there lately but I heard it's not looking so good."

"I'm surprised you guys crossed paths at all." Bobby noted with a drag from a cigarette. Jason's eyes flicked to Sara's who was watching him closely, eyes narrowed.

"Yeah. Well. One of our guys used to go out that way pretty frequently." He answered ambiguously. Everyone jumped when a dropped glass shattered and turned to watch Sara storming out of the clubhouse. Happy's brows furrowed but he didn't go after her.

"The fuck was that about?" Tig whined in annoyance as Chibs ordered Half-Sack to clean up the broken glass.

"Ryan had a girlfriend out in Indian Hills." Sterling admitted quietly.

"Like… a girlfriend girlfriend?" Juice asked in shock.

"Yeah. He used to head out once a month or every few weeks to spend a few days out there. He'd drop a shit ton of money on her, pay her rent, shit like that. Girl was fine. Stripper." Sterling elaborated as Jason nodded in confirmation.

"What about Sara?" Juice asked.

"She knew." Jason stated with a shrug. "Anya showed up one time, early on, looking for him. Didn't know he had a girl back home. Sara flew off the handle, made a huge scene. Ryan was in the doghouse pretty bad for that one but he kept heading out to see Anya still so I guess him and Sara worked something out."

Happy set his drink down and exited quietly in pursuit of his blonde, ignoring the eyes following him. She was sitting on the picnic table smoking. He hopped up next to her and stole her cigarette, taking a long drag before giving it back to her. He watched her in silence not sure what to say, grateful that she wasn't crying.

"I know you have pussy on the road." She stated bluntly.

"Whoa, hold up." He stated defensively and she waved her hand to silence him.

"I know you have pussy on the road. I don't want to know about it. It is what it is, and I can accept that because it's part of the life. But if some whore you been fuckin' in…in… Tacoma or where ever shows up, I'll beat the shit out of her and then beat the shit out of you. You got it?" She stated pointedly, looking him in the eye with her own fierce blue.

"Sara, I ain't fucki—" He started but she cut him off.

"Just don't. Don't tell me you aren't because if I find out you're lying, I'll be pissed. It's easier to just assume it's been going on the whole time." She responded dejectedly taking a long drag and blowing it out. He nodded in acknowledgment, unable to deny the truth of the statement.

"You know it's kinda hot when you are jealous." He mumbled with a smile running a hand up the inside of her thigh.

"Wish I could say the same. Poor Sterling is terrified of you now." She joked and his gaze darkened possessively as his grip on her thigh tightened.

"He was touchin' what ain't his to touch."

"First of all, you're a hypocrite for getting mad at him when you have girls hanging off of you at every party. But whatever. Secondly, he wasn't 'touching', he just had his arm around me. Because we are friends. Nothing more. Thirdly, you know he's too young. I'd never fuck someone that young… Not when I can go home and fuck you." She teased with a naughty smile. "Wanna get out of here?"

"Can't. Got club shit to do tonight. Gonna be a late one." She hummed in disapproval.

"Fine. Should I leave a plate in the microwave?" She stated, extending a subtle offer to him and he nodded once. He had been spending more and more nights at her place regardless of sex –though there was a lot of sex.

"Wanna fuck me in the garage office?" She offered brightly and he laughed, shaking his head.

"No. But I'll finger you behind the dumpster if you blow me." He countered jokingly not thinking she'd actually go for it. He should have known better.

She grabbed his hand and dragged him off behind the dumpster locking her lips with him once they rounded the corner. He hoisted her legs around his hips and pressed her against the wall.

His hips pushed up into hers creating delicious friction against her core. His erection grew and hardened against her center as his hands busied themselves by pushing up her top until it was gathered above her tits. He pried her bra cups down revealing her puckered rosy nipples. He sucked one into his mouth as his hand teased the other.

Her hips bucked against his as her head pressed back into the coarse brick wall. He pushed her feet down until she was standing again before he spun her around and pressed her front to the wall.

She felt his hands reach around to unbutton her shorts and he pushed them down her over her ass, not bothering to push them past her thighs. Her panties were shoved down next as he body pressed against her back. She felt his fingers skim over her ass before sliding between her legs. She instinctually pressed her pert ass out in offering trying to spread her legs but trapped by her shorts. One rough fingertip slipped between her slippery folds. He chuckled low and deep in his chest.

"You're already so wet." He whispered roughly into her ear. She moaned quietly and tried to push back on his finger. His other hand slid up her front to wrap around her throat pulling her back against his chest. Her hands shot out to brace against the wall as she arched. His tongue ran down her neck as his fingers slipped into her creamy hole.

"That sweet little cunt wet all for me?" he rasped as he pumped two fingers into her from behind. He allowed her bend forward further to push her pussy back against his hands. "Hmm?" He asked fluttering his fingers inside of her forcing a gasp from her lungs.

"Yeah." She whined sensually.

"Yeah what?"

"God, I'm so fucking wet for you." She moaned into the wall. Her moans were low and needy as his fingers ravaged her.

"Oh god, I'm close!" She groaned loudly and rocked her hips against his hand. He chuckled and slid his hand up from her throat to her mouth to muffle her loud cries of pleasure.

"You gotta be quiet. You like that? You like when I fuck you with my fingers? Your hot pussy is so fucking juicy I wish I had time to eat it. Cum on my hand baby. I wanna lick you off my fingers." He grunted rutting his hips against her trying to get some relief for his throbbing cock. She moaned loudly at his words and her body started to quiver.

"That's a good girl, come on. I'll fuck you so good when I get home tonight for being such a good girl. I'll eat your pussy till you cum. You love when I fuck you with my tongue you fucking slut." He grinned in amusement as she came hard on his hand with a shriek thankfully muffled by his hand. Her throbbing pussy dripped down her thighs as she breathed heavily. He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked a finger clean making a satisfied sound.

"Wanna taste?" He teased, holding his hand out for her. She laughed breathlessly and shook her head.

"Your loss." He mumbled licking his hand further before wiping it on his jeans. She hiked her panties and shorts back up over her sticky thighs and turned to face him kissing him deeply. She tasted traces of herself on his tongue and she moaned grabbing his kutte and pulling him flush to her body.

"Please fuck me, Happy." She purred rubbing her core against his thigh. He shook his head smugly.

"Don't have time for that."

"What about a quickie?" She offered hopefully.

"Don't have a condom anyway." Her gaze darkened as she weighed her options. "I'm not fucking you without one." He stated, knowing where her mind was going, confirmed by her pout.

"But what if I want you to cum inside me? What if I want you to fill me up with that big cock? Please Happy. Please fuck me." She begged battering her lashes and rubbing against him like a cat in heat. He groaned loudly and mouthed 'fuck' to the heavens. She was really pushing his boundaries on this one.

"You have no idea how hard it is to say 'no' when you are moaning about wanting my dick in you. But I can't. Not without getting tested. Then I'll happily fill you up with cum." He swallowed her moan of disappointment with his mouth as he ground his heavy erection into her belly.

"In the meantime, I'll just fill your stomach with cum." He joked pushing her down to her knees. She glared up at him a little but grabbed his belt nonetheless.

"Hey I held up my end of the deal." He pointed out before moaning loudly as her small hand pulled him out of his jeans. She licked the tip slowly, tasting his dripping precum. Her blue eyes sparkled as they met his and she made a satisfied 'mmmm'. Soon his hand was buried in her hair, guiding her movements as her head moved on his dick, cheeks hollow with suction.

Happy walked back into the clubhouse after putting Sara in her car and sending her on her way, resisting further attempts on her part to get him to fuck her raw. He knew a lot of it was the heat of the moment, and tried to disregard it but a simple blowjob hadn't taken much of the edge off.

He wanted to do it though, he really did; he definitely needed to get himself tested before he did that. He was pretty religious about using condoms, but he wasn't above rinsing and reusing with the croweaters. He knew it wasn't the most reliable system but it certainly was cheap. Besides, he couldn't really remember another time when he was actually worried about the safety of his partner.

"Well don't you look positively radiant. One might say you have a nice glow about you. Bet you really cheered her up." Chibs joked as he made his way to the bar. Happy flipped him the bird and accepted the whiskey that Half-Sack put in front of him.

"You smell like pussy. Didja fuck her in the garage?" Jax pressed laughing as Happy shook his head smirking.

"She wanted to though." He rasped, earning a holler from the guys. He shot an apologetic look to Jason who only shrugged in acceptance, having heard it all before. It was the price he paid for letting his little sister hang around outlaws.

"Come on, let me sniff your hand." Tig joked with a perverted grin getting another round of laughter. Happy just hid his smile in his glass pleased with the guys' reaction. He was surprised at how satisfied he felt when the other guys were jealous of him being with Sara, knowing that he was the one that made her scream every night and knowing that the other guys wanted her. Having a girl who hadn't been with other members was hard to find around the clubhouse. It had never bothered him before, in fact, it had always been a form of entertainment to compare notes with the other guys but when it came to a certain blonde he was immensely grateful she hadn't been passed around.

"All right, all right, let's get down to business." Clay called, leading them all into the chapel.

A/N: Hey all, short chapter. Mostly filler. Kinda hate it, but I felt like I needed to post something to let you guys know I haven't dropped this story. I've just been dealing with some pretty severe health issues since March and have had to prioritize a couple of things in my life while I've been dealing with that. Thank you to everyone who is still interested and thank you for all of your support. I promise the story pace will pick up again soon.