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

January 2008

Sara started her job the next day. She hadn't let Happy stay over in hopes she would get a good night's sleep without his distraction. Nonetheless, sleep had evaded her and she spent most of the night staring at the ceiling reviewing all of the material she had covered in her schooling. A nervousness had overcome her, and she suddenly felt wildly unprepared. She should have studied or reread her notes from classes or looked over her old textbooks.

Despite changing her outfit a few times, she was still a half hour early to work and sat anxiously in her car for twenty minutes. The clinic she was working at was next to St Thomas Hospital, so the parking lot was already filling up with doctors and nurses filing in to report for their shifts. Sara's position was as a recovery coach and would be working with clients referred by other clinics or the hospital, or people who came in of their own volition seeking treatment for addiction related disorders. It was entry level position but she was pleased with herself. After receiving a quick tour of the facility, she was shown her cubicle desk before shadowing a more senior coach and getting an idea of the job.

The week flew by in a flurry. Her brain was stretched to capacity with all the new information she was absorbing, but it was the good kind of stretch. She hadn't realized how bored she had been with the monotony of her life before and she couldn't remember a time she had been this excited to get up in the morning. She hadn't seen much of Happy during the week, but she had been so exhausted every day after work that she was grateful he had been busy.

It was Friday and she was in the kitchen stirring the pasta sauce when she heard her front door open.

"Stop leaving your door unlocked." Happy's deep voice echoed from the living room and she smiled at his obvious annoyance. It wasn't like she wasn't expecting him. Besides, Charming was absurdly safe in comparison to San Bernardino.

"I'm in the kitchen." She announced, opting to not acknowledge his reprimand. After a moment he appeared behind her, his hands finding her hips. She turned in his grip and wrapped her arms around his neck before leaning up to kiss him gently. He had other things in mind, and kissed her hard pulling her flush against his firm body. His tongue pushed its way past her lips and moved sensually against hers. When he finally pulled away, she was left looking up at him stunned and gooey eyed.

"What's for dinner?" He asked with a smirk at her obvious mystification. It took her a moment to come back into her body and answer him before turning to stir the sauce again. It smelled divine, spices releasing a scent that had his stomach grumbling. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and listened as she reviewed the highlights of her week. He vaguely answered her questions about his own week; he had been on a run but he wouldn't tell her where. She hadn't expected him to.

They ate quickly and she cleaned up before running upstairs to change and get ready for the clubhouse party. It would be their first one since they were 'official'. She rolled her eyes at her own nervousness as she did her eye makeup. How would Happy act tonight? Would he act the same as he did before, mostly leaving her on her own? Would he care if the croweaters knew about them?

"Yo, girl, you almost ready?" Happy asked from the doorway of her bedroom.

"Yeah I just need to grab my shoes. Are you sleeping here tonight?" She called back, quickly applying another coat of mascara and fluffing her loose curls.

"I'm staying here; don't know how much sleeping we'll be doing with you dressed like that." He coyly responded after catching a glimpse of her in her high-waisted black short-shorts and white button down tied around her waist. She had completed the retro pin-up look with red heels and a red lip.

"Do you want me to drive my car so I can drive us back later if you are drunk?" She offered, grabbing a few items to toss into her black handbag. He grabbed her wrist and stilled her movements, pulling her in front of him. His gaze raked her body from the long deliciously fair expanse of her bare legs up over the accentuated curve of her hips to the cleavage peeking out of the unbuttoned fabric of her shirt. Her heart skipped a beat as he appraised her and his eyes burned hot with desire.

"We can always stay in…" he teased as his fingers slid from her hips down to cup her ass tightly in his grip.

"No we can't." She giggled. "Tig and Bobby would be here pounding the door before the night was done."

"Yea, but not before I pound you first." He joked, slapping her ass playfully. She rolled her eyes, huffing that she walked into that one. He leaned in and she dodged his kiss.

"You'll end up with lipstick all over you."

"As long as it ends up on my dick at some point." He countered, but moved to press his lips to her neck just below her ear. Her belly tightened and her thighs squeezed together as his hot breath danced across the sensitive flesh. No, no, no. You just spent so much time getting ready to waste it on a quickie, her mind scolded.

"Let's go." He grumbled before she could tell him the same. He playfully bit her neck before begrudgingly stepping away from her. She swallowed loudly before grabbing her bag and following him downstairs. It had been a week without fucking him and she was feeling the strong effects of withdrawal.

"So on a scale of one to ten, how hard are you right now?" She asked with a smirk once she had regained her voice needing to deflect her own desire back at him.

"Fuck off." He grumbled pulling on his kutte before grabbing his wallet and gun off the coffee table where he had left them, ignoring her knowing giggle. "We're taking the bike."

"My hair is gonna be ruined." She sighed dramatically and smiled when she saw him roll his eyes. Sara adored his annoyed eyerolls. She lived for the sound of his raspy voice grumbling under his breath about how ridiculous she was, even though she knew he liked it.

She did her best to behave on the short ride to the garage and just enjoyed the fresh air and warmth of Happy's body. She was flying on a high after her great week and how smoothly things with Hap were going. Her stomach involuntarily tightened when they pulled onto the lot. The drive had pushed away her anxiety but now she was once more concerned with how he would act in front of others. She had gotten used to his playful side but she was sure he wouldn't be the same in front of others—it had taken a while for him to let his guard down with her so he sure as hell wouldn't let himself be seen as vulnerable by the other guys or hangarounds. He had a fearsome reputation that he prided himself on.

She took a deep breath as he opened the clubhouse door and held it open, looking at her expectantly when she paused, waiting for him to go. They stood there for a second before he cracked a smirk and gestured for her to go first.

"Oh… sorry." She mumbled, feeling her cheeks flush as she hurried into the smoky room. It wasn't like he hadn't held doors for her before, but somehow she expected to just follow him around all night while he did his own thing. She had never been this self conscious and her cheeks burned with her own embarrassment that she couldn't just brush it off and be the confident badass woman she wanted to be. She paused again to take in the busy room before her.

"Relax." His raspy voice whispered in her ear as he moved up behind her.

"I'm fine." She dismissed, taking a moment to channel Gemma's energy. Gemma was never awkward.

"Then let's get you a drink." He concurred letting his arm fall around her shoulders and tucking her into his side. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and she was grateful for the blaring Metallica song because she was sure that otherwise everyone would be able to hear it slamming against her ribs. The icy glare of a few croweaters raced up her spine but Happy seemed immune, leading her right up to the bar.

"Beer. And a rum and coke for my girl." Sara's heart nearly exploded from her chest as his words sunk in. There it was. He was claiming her. Publicly. Half-Sack's eyebrows shot up as he looked between the two but he didn't say anything and simply cracked open a beer.

Sara was still stunned when Happy handed her a glass. That had been easier than she anticipated. She had half-expected him to shrug her off and keep his distance. Sure, they were together now, and sure, he had been affectionate with her at parties before, but that was usually when he was already drunk and just looking to fuck. This was sober Happy who was making an effort to make it known they were together. Sara knew how quickly the word would spread; bikers gossiped like middle school girls.

Happy started a conversation with the guy next to him but kept his arm around Sara, moving his arm from her shoulders to her waist. She sipped her drink in silence, not interested in their discussion. Her eyes found Juice as he emerged from the back hallway and she excused herself. She could feel the burn of Happy's eyes on her as she crossed the room, and threw a smirk over her shoulder in his direction. His own lips quirked up slightly in acknowledgement before becoming stony again just as quick.

"Well, well ,well…" Juice started when he spotted her. She blushed a little as his knowing voice. She had filled him in on the fallout of her run to Nebraska a few days ago via text but hadn't seen him in person since things with Happy had settled.

"It's not a big deal." She stated, shrugging at his Cheshire grin and hardly believing her own words.

"Whatever you say, doll." The Puerto Rican responded with a smirk. "How's the job?"

She was grateful for his tactful change in topic and happily filled him in on her week. He listened politely but she could see his eyes glaze over before scanning the room.

"Go find a girl." Sara permitted with an eyeroll. Juice's eyes lit up.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, yeah. I need to go get another drink anyway." She dismissed wave with of her hand. Juice scampered off quickly towards a group of girls and Sara shook her head as the ladies practically tripped over themselves when he started up a conversation. She made her way through the smoky crowd towards the bar, leaning against it as she waited for Half-Sack to mix her drink. Two hands caged her on either side, and a quick glance at the forearm ink had her smiling as the warm body pressed to her back.

"I'm gonna hop in the ring for a bit." Hap's raspy voice whispered in her ear. Sara grabbed her drink from Half-Sack before turning to face the tall man behind her.

"Who are you fighting?" She asked, fingers of her empty hand splaying across his hard abdomen. Excitement coursed through her veins at the thought of his shirtless body flexing.

"Tig. You comin'?" He asked, eyes dropping to look down her shirt without an ounce of shame.

"Not yet, but hopefully a few times before the night is over." She shot back with a flirty bat of her eyelashes. His lips curled up in the corners as he rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, leading her out to the parking lot.

"There you are, thought you were gonna puss out." Tig teased, hopping from foot to foot in the ring. Happy flipped him the bird before dropping Sara's hand to pull his shirt over his head. He handed the dark fabric to Sara followed by his rings before climbing up into the ring. Sara didn't miss the jealous looks from the croweaters around her and couldn't stop the satisfied smile that pulled at her features.

Happy's sinewy body moved surprisingly gracefully as he and Tig battled it out. Sara bit a red lip between her teeth as her pussy clenched with anticipation of his body moving as gracefully over hers later that night. His strong muscles flexed with every movement and she knew she wasn't the only wet pussy in the crowd. Bobby ended the fight after Hap had laid out Tig a few times over and after the two men hugged it out, he jumped down. Sara was taken aback by the sudden fierce kiss he pulled her into and her hands pressed his chest in an attempt to stabilize herself against the force.

He hadn't intended to make a scene of their relationship. He had planned on being lowkey and just making it clear that they were together without drawing attention. That had gone out the window when he had caught glimpses of the dark look in her eyes between punches, desire painted all over her face. She was so obviously turned on watching him fight and he couldn't help himself from grabbing her in front of everyone as his veins coursed with adrenaline from the high of the fight. A few catcalls and whistles echoed as his tongue pushed past her red lips and his hands gripped her hair.

The taste of blood and sweat invaded her mouth as she reciprocated the kiss oblivious to the looks they were getting. His hands moved down her body to grab her ass, effortlessly lifting her and forcing her long bare legs to wrap his waist. A giggle escaped her throat as her arms wrapped around him, the jostling of the lift forcing her to break the kiss. She was breathless and her lipstick was a mess, but it was the wild look in her eyes that had him hardening.

"Good fight." She whispered down at him.

"Yea, you like that?" He responded, his voice deep and thick with want. She nodded eagerly and he smirked before burying his face in her chest, using his chin to push open her shirt teeth nipping at the swell of her breast. She laughed loudly at the gesture and pushed his face away before moving to unwrap her legs. He sighed and released her, setting her gently on her heeled feet. A glance past him showed some stunned and vicious glares coming from the croweaters, but Sara did her best to ignore them and refocus on the man before her as she handed him his rings. He slipped them on and reached for his shirt but she pulled it out of his grip.

"No, I don't think you need this yet." She murmured, eyes falling appreciatively to his bare chest. Beads of sweat were dripping slowly mixing with a small amount of shed blood to leave pink trails down his already colorful torso. He smirked at her and snatched the shirt from her hand before using it to wipe the blood from his split lip. His eyes caught her pout and he rolled them before hanging the shirt from his back pocket. Her eyes lit up with glee and he pulled her under his arm to lead her back into the clubhouse.

"I can't wait to fuck you tonight." He whispered conspiratorially into her ear and the quiet gravel of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She was sure they could solve California's drought problem if they rang out her panties.

"Why wait?" She asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. He abruptly stopped their forward movement and looked down at her for a moment gears spinning in his head.

"Come on." He finally urged, leading her towards the back of the clubhouse. He pulled her into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. He hadn't wanted to fuck her like this, like she was one of the croweaters he had fucked time and time before in this very same bathroom but the excitement in her eyes quelled any concerns he was having. Her soft fingertips trailed down his chest to the soft hair of his belly. She followed until it escaped beneath his low slung jeans.

She looked up at him, her blue eyes bright and coy. Without a word he unthreaded his belt from the buckle. His dick jumped at the keen smile her red lips formed as she dropped to her knees before him. Her small hands slid up his strong thighs before peeling open his pants and pulling them until they dropped to the floor. He leaned forward, bracing himself on the counter behind her as his cock fell from his pants, throbbing and ready for her.

"Watching you fight has me so wet." She murmured eyes locked hungrily with his cock. He groaned at the sight before him, one hand releasing the counter to thread his fingers in her blonde hair. His pupils were blown wide and black mirroring her own when she looked up at him. She held his gaze as her hands moved to cup her breasts, squeezing them before pulling her shirt open to his view.

"I can't wait to have this inside me." She continued, releasing herself to grab him by the root. He groaned and his eyes fell closed at the contact. They fluttered open again just as fast as her hot tongue traced his underseam.

"Fuck!" he hissed as her mouth closed around his sensitive tip, her red lips sealing around him as her cheeks hollowed with suction. Her nails scraped his thighs before moving to cup him. He groaned and pressed the back of her head urgently, leading her to take him deep in her throat.

"Fuck, baby, keep going." She sped up her movements, applying subtle pressure to his heavy balls and he shuddered beneath her touch. He basked in the sensations she created for a few more minutes before pulling her head back.

"Stand up." He commanded. She looked up at him defiantly and flattened her tongue to lick his tip again. His grip in her hair tightened and she smirked up at him. "Stand up." He repeated with more conviction before pulling her hair upward gently, forcing her to follow his movements. He turned her to face towards the mirror and swept her hair from one side of her neck.

"Undo your shorts." He urged as his mouth found the curve of her throat. His arms slid under hers to play with her tits, squeezing them in his large hands as her own fumbled with the button on her shorts. At the sound of her zipper his hands released her swollen breasts to push down her shorts and panties. They fell to her ankles as he pushed her forward to lean over the sink.

Sara caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as he dropped to kneel behind her. Her cheeks were flushed red, her hair disheveled, and her breasts heaving in her lacy bra. She heard him rustling through his pants and heard the jingle of his wallet chain. She bit in her lip in anticipation as his hand gripped her ankle, pulling her legs as wide as her shorts would allow. Calloused fingers slid up her legs and her pussy spasmed as she felt his hot breath on her upper thighs. A moment later, his tongue lapped at her dripping entrance, sliding easily between her folds.

"Jesus, fuck, Hap." She moaned, trying in vain to spread her legs further. He pressed firmly into her, fucking her with a rapid flutter of his agile tongue. After another loud moan escaped her throat, his tongue slid up her crack, pressing momentarily against her back entrance. Her pussy clenched at the sensation and she was mildly disappointed when he continued to lick up to her lower back.

"You want me to fuck you in the ass?" He asked, apparently having noticed her reaction. Her eyes met his in the mirror as he stood to his full height behind her. She flushed hot at the enthusiastic but genuine look in his eyes. He saw her hesitation and smirked, pressing the head of his latex-wrapped cock gently against her asshole. She swallowed a moan and shook her head.

"Not right now." She finally answered and he nodded before lining his cock up with her pussy. She released a breath at his easy acceptance before sucking it back in as he thrust quickly into her, pressing her hard against the sink counter. She squeaked in surprise before reaching back and smacking his thigh when he chuckled at her response.

"Hurry up, we've been in here for a long time." She urged.

"They can wait." He dismissed but began thrusting into her quickly, his movements small but powerful. Sara's small body jostled with the force of each slap of his hips against hers and her pussy drenched itself further at the sound of his effortful grunts.

"Fuck, that feels good, Hap." She sighed, catching his eyes in the mirror. He smirked down at her before sucking his thumb into his mouth. She watched eagerly as his hand dropped and she felt him press his slick thumb into her ass slowly.

"You like that?" He appraised as she pressed back against his hand. "I fucking knew you would love something in your ass." He groaned as he began timing thrusts of his hips with his thumb. "I can't wait to bury my cock in this tight little ass." She whimpered beneath him as his words washed over her followed by the ripples of pleasure. "I'm gonna fuck you so good and you're gonna fucking eat it up, you fucking dirty girl." She bit down on her own forearm to muffled her cries as he ravaged her. Once glance up at his reflection in the mirror revealed he was just as lost in ecstasy as she.

"Fuck, Sara, I'm gonna cum." He choked out.

"No! Keep going." She begged. "Don't stop!" She cried out sharply feeling her own coil wrapping itself impossibly tight in her belly.

"Baby, you gotta cum. Now." He urged.

"No, no, no." She groaned repeatedly, shaking her head. "I'm not ready."

"Jesus fuck, Sara, come on." He urged, using his empty hand to slap her ass hard. She cried out suddenly and her pussy choked his cock sharply as she unexpectedly came undone. He followed instantaneously in a garbled grunt of obscenity, pulling his thumb from her body to grip her hips crushingly hard against his own. She felt him jerk minutely for moments afterward as he emptied himself and she reveled in the feeling his heaving chest against her back. He dropped the side of his head against the back of her neck as he regained his breath, his exhale blowing softly across her shoulder.

"Well, shit, Sare." He commended with a playful smack of her ass. She hummed in agreement still warm and tingling from her powerful orgasm.

"I need a smoke and a whiskey." He rasped as he pulled himself from her body and discarded the full condom. Sara grabbed a few paper towels to wipe down her thighs before pulling up her shorts as Hap fixed his own pants.

"Jesus, I look like a fucking mess." She mumbled trying her best to fix her tangled curls and straighten her shirt.

"You look like you just got thoroughly fucked." He responded smugly coming up behind her and pressing his teeth to her throat gently. She snorted at his response and wiped the makeup from under her eyes. She grabbed her bag from its discarded location on the grimy floor and fished out her red lipstick.

"Hang on." He interrupted, batting her hand from its position in front of her lips.

"Hap, I need to fix—" She started to protest as he spun her to face him. He silenced her with his mouth, his kiss urgent but soft as he often was after he had just came. She was dazed when he pulled back, and her pussy cried out to be filled again.

"Ok, now you can put on your 'fuck me hard' lipstick." He teased releasing her and moving to wash his hands. Her eyes narrowed at his comment.

"Hey, that's not what this is." She argued, but turned to apply it anyway. He watched her closely with dark eyes.

"Yea, okay." He snorted in disagreement as the rouge color coated her lips.

"Well you weren't complaining earlier."

"That's because I got to fuck you hard. I ain't complaining now either just don't want that shit all over my face if I can help it." He murmured leaning against the wall, waiting for her to finish fixing her appearance. It occurred to him, he had never stuck around in the clubhouse bathroom while a girl fixed herself up.

"Too late." She stated with a giggle as she turned and wiped his lips with her thumb. His split lip was still oozing rebelliously, unable to start healing as they had continuously pulled it open, and his cheekbone was starting to discolor from bruising. He still looked drop dead sexy to her.

"Can I put my shirt back on?" He mocked, pulling it from his jean pocket.

"Do you have to?" She shot back and shrugged at his eyeroll as he pulled it on anyway. "Not my fault your body makes me hot."

"Come on." He pulled the door open and grabbed her hand, leading her into the smoky hall. They met a few smug, knowing faces and Sara had the decency to blush although she was certain Hap was unfazed. She buried her face in his back as he bummed a smoke off a guy. He passed her a lit cigarette before lighting another one for himself and leading them towards the bar. They passed Juice on the way, who only snickered in their direction before turning back to the brunette sitting in his lap. Sara smacked the back of his head while they passed and rolled her eyes but was unable to keep the smile off her lips. It struck her that she was happy that everyone knew they had fucked in the bathroom. It sent a message. It was even more of a statement that he was holding her hand and leading her to the bar afterward and not just ditching her.

"What's that smile for?" he asked as she slid up next to him at the bar, flicking ash into the tray.

"I can't be in a good mood?" She teased coyly.

"You better be after that," he stated, nodding back towards the bathroom, "but you're looking particularly like the cat that ate the canary."

"Apparently I did." She smirked, and nodded towards the pool tables. He followed her gaze and spotted a few of the girls staring in their direction. They quickly masked their glares with flirty smiles and waved in his direction. He turned his gaze back to Sara, who was looking up at him with a smug smile.

"Well, aren't we feeling catty tonight?" He reprimanded playfully. She shrugged.

"Can you blame me?" She shot back with a raised brow and a pointed look. He made a face that conceded her point and took a sip of his whiskey. They continued enjoying the party for a few more hours before heading out to the parking lot to go back to her place. Their plans were delayed by a lengthy make-out session after he pulled her into his lap on his bike but they eventually made it back before pulling off each other's clothing in her living room.

A/N Nice and long for y'all. It's also a sexy little interlude as I write out the next few chapters and get the plot ball moving on a few things. Hope you enjoy.