February 2008
Happy did his best to push Ryan's words from his head following his visit. It was absurd to him that Sara would ever want to leave and he knew Ryan was just being fatalistic. He remembered what being locked up does to your head. There's too much down time and it was easy for a man's imagination to go crazy, especially facing a long sentence. He shook his head as he blew past the Charming city limit sign and pulled off to take the next exit.
Within minutes he was pulling up to the Bluebird warehouse. Kozik and Donut had been down yesterday escorting a new delivery of Irish M16s and he wanted to check-in.
"Hey man, long time." Kozik greeted with a masculine hug. "How're things? Been working on your tan, I see." Happy shot the blonde a dark look to which he only snickered.
"Any issues on the road?" Hap asked ignoring his friend's chuckles, eyes scanning the crates before him.
"None. Smooth ride. Where you been? Get lost between Sara's legs?" Kozik joked, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Happy just snorted and shook his head.
"Had to take care of some shit." Happy knew he could trust Kozik, but he wanted to keep that shit to himself.
"Cryptic. I like it." Kozik stated, watching his friend closely. "So not to step on your toes on this, but you do know Valentine's Day is coming up, right?" Happy only hummed in response, eyes fixed ahead. Leave it to Kozik to stick his nose in other people's business.
"Just want to make sure you're taking good care of our girl." Happy turned his head to the blonde and raised an eyebrow at 'our girl'. "Oh fuck off, you jealous piece of shit. You thinking fucking her for a few months negates the years of friendship I have with her?" Kozik pointed out with an eyeroll. Happy grunted in response. Kozik had been by his side for the best part of ten years and had a better read on him that anyone. He didn't pussyfoot around, which was usually annoying but occasionally appreciated. He had missed his friend.
"Anyway. You gotta figure out some romantic shit to do for her."
"What'd you used to do for Jen?" Hap inquired. Kozik grimaced on impulse at the sound of his ex-wife's name.
"Well one year I signed the divorce papers and then fucked her on the kitchen table." Kozik chuckled when Happy glared at him. "Took her to dinner, got her jewelry, or chocolates, or whatever Hallmark shit I could think of. I tattooed her one year. Got her name inked on myself another year." Kozik rubbed the ink on his neck at the memory. "Jen wasn't exactly a class act though, so I'm probably not a good person to ask. Good luck brother." Kozik finished with a clap of his hand to Hap's shoulder before crushing the stub of his cigarette beneath a boot and going back to work. Happy didn't want to admit it but Kozik was right. He had known Valentine's was sneaking up, but he and Sara hadn't discussed it. He was hoping maybe if he just ignored it that it would go away. Apparently not. Well, fuck.
They had had Church earlier and the guys were just hanging out, some of the guys filtering out with shit to do, others just shooting the shit. Happy was sitting at the bar in the clubhouse chewing his lip while he tried to come up with some romantic shit. It wasn't his forte. What did bitches like? Flowers? Jewelry? None of it seemed like shit Sara would swoon for; he didn't even see the point in the stupid fucking holiday. Shit was good between them, he didn't need some greeting card shit to emphasize it. It was pussy shit. Couldn't he just fuck her and call it a day? Maybe he could just fuck her missionary… bitches thought that shit was romantic, right?
"You figure out what you're getting for Sara for V-Day yet?" Kozik asked loudly, taking a seat next to him. Happy rolled his eyes at the lack of subtly. Fucking idiot.
"Not yet."
"Dude, you gotta get her some flowers and shit." Half-Sack interjected as he wiped down the bar.
"Did I fucking ask you, grunt?" Happy shot back with a growl. Half -Sack ducked his head down in response.
"Kid has a point though." Kozik stated with a smirk as the skinny Prospect made himself busy.
"Yo, Bobby, you've had a couple wives. What'd you do for Valentine's Day?" Kozik hollered and Happy groaned, downing his whiskey before pouring himself another glass. Now they had the attention of the entire clubhouse.
"Made them a romantic dinner with candlelight. Sometimes sang to them." Bobby responded wistfully. Kozik looked at Happy with a smug grin.
"Not a fucking chance." Happy grumbled.
"Juice? Any wisdom?" Kozik inquired.
"Just eat her out." He stated with a shrug, as if it were obvious.
"I already do that." Happy responded with Kozik cocked his head and nodded impressed.
"Not a terrible idea." Kozik admitted and Hap agreed.
"One year, Colleen and I had a threesome." Tig offered enthusiastically.
"No one asked you." Kozik grumbled under his breath rolling his eyes at the sound of his rival's voice but didn't say anything opting to sip some whiskey instead. Tig shot him a dark look. Happy really needed to hear the story of what went down between them someday.
"You had threesomes all the time with Colleen." Bobby pointed out, keeping the men focused.
"Yea, but this time, we had a Devil's Threesome." Tig stated proudly.
"I'm not fucking Sara with another guy." Happy stated incredulously. Tig shrugged and went back to his pool game.
"You'll figure it out, brother." Bobby assured before excusing himself, leaving Kozik and Hap by themselves.
"Thanks for that." Happy stated drily as the guys' suggestions rattled around in his head. Great. Now he was even worse off than before. Kozik shrugged and grabbed a beer.
Happy hung his helmet on his handlebars before walking up the dark drive to Sara's townhouse. He tried the knob and rolled his eyes when it opened easily. Girl was never locking her fucking door.
"Sara!" He barked in annoyance as he slipped off his boots.
"Calm your shit, I'm right here." She grumbled from her position on the couch. She was in an old t-shirt and cotton shorts, hair pulled into a messy bun.
"How many times do I have to tell you to lock your fucking door?" He grumbled, agitation edging his voice as he flipped the bolt on the door.
"What's your problem tonight?" She inquired, eyeing him closely as he slipped off his kutte and hung it by the door.
"I'm just sick of telling you the same shit every day and you ignoring me." He shot back, making his way to the kitchen to grab a beer.
"Oh fuck off, Hap." She snorted and turned her attention back to the television. He could sulk in the kitchen by himself if he was going to act like that.
"Excuse me?" He growled reemerging moments later to stand over her, beer in hand.
"You heard me." She stated, crossing her arms and looking up at him defiantly. They held eyes for a moment before hers rolled.
"Sit down, asshole." She commanded and moved her feet to make room for him. He huffed but complied and she moved to sit on the back of the couch behind him. Her small hands gripped his shoulders working his thick, tight muscles between her fingers.
"Relax." She mumbled as he slowly softened back into the couch between her legs. "I don't know what has you so wound up, but don't take it out on me." She stated after a moment of silence. Rough fingers wrapped her ankle gently and squeezed in response. A small smile ghosted her lips at the apologetic gesture before making a face at the back of his head. Always such a tough guy. She pressed a kiss to the top of his bare scalp as she continued to massage his tense neck and shoulders.
"What do you want to do for Valentine's Day?" He finally asked quietly. Movement of her hands hesitated and he looked up at her in question.
"Uhh, I don't know." His question had thrown her; she hadn't been expecting that. "I kinda didn't think we'd be doing anything… We can just get some food and hang out." She offered.
"We do that every day." He countered, looking back to the television. Nervousness rolled off of him in waves. She recognized it as one of those moments where he would probably wind himself up until he was an anxious mess—not that he would ever describe himself that way. She slid down from her perch to sit next to him, watching the side of his face as he kept his eyes locked on the television despite the stupid commercial playing.
"Well, what do you want to do?" She asked softly. He shrugged, still refusing to meet her eyes. With a quiet sigh she grabbed the remote and clicked off the television. She climbed to straddle his lap forcing him to look at her. Her soft hands cupped his face softly.
"Talk to me." She whispered, eyes searching his.
"I don't know what I'm doing." He admitted, taking a drink from his beer. "The guys had all these fucking ridiculous suggestions." He grumbled, fighting back a growl as he remembered Tig's. No chance he was gonna watch another man rail his girl.
"Well that was your first mistake." She laughed. "Asking that bunch of idiots."
"What'd you and Ryan do?" He inquired, swallowing the bile in his throat. He hated to ask; he just knew that Ryan was probably a romantic bastard and had set the bar high.
"It doesn't matter."
"I want to know."
"No you don't; you want to compare us to him and I, and I'm not going to let you do that." She countered with a pointed look. His face hardened in his own brand of pout and she shook her head. Moving on. "Ok, let's just keep it lowkey. We haven't been together very long so we don't need to do gifts or whatever other shit people do." She started and he nodded in agreement.
"We can go for a ride, grab some food, have some sex…" She trailed off with a flirtatious smile and he grinned back at her, nodding again.
"Sounds like a good plan." He rasped deeply as one of his hands slid up her smooth thigh. The calluses on his fingertips had her biting her lip between her teeth before she leaned down to kiss him. Wasting no time, he nudged her away and quickly stripped her of her shirt. She was braless and he groaned before burying his face in her chest. She giggled and scraped her nails gently over his bare scalp eliciting a small shiver from the large man beneath her. She loved when he quivered under her touch; animalistic pride swelled in her with every little shake of his body.
His tongue licked the soft pliant flesh of her breast before sucking her rosy nipple into his mouth. He chastised himself for not indulging her perfect tits lately; there was just too much of her to feast upon and he hadn't been taking his time with her. His large hand wrapped her other breast, kneading it gently. She ground herself sensually against his hardening length in response. Teeth and fingertips teased her sensitive nipples and a quiet moan exhaled from her lips.
"Take off your shirt." She whispered urgently, tugging at the material. This was why he was never taking his time. She was needy and desperate for him, always in a hurry to be filled. He leaned forward to pull it over his head quickly, tossing it on the floor haphazardly. He leaned back into the couch and let his eyes soak her in as she did the same, the tickle of her nails on his chest as she traced his ink in fascination. She looked particularly delectable perched over him with her narrow waist and flared hips. He tugged both of her nipples and groaned as she thrust against him in response, her blue eyes fluttering. The soft yellow light made her light skin glow next to the dark flesh of his hands and he loved the contrast.
"Wanna ride me?" His voice was deep and throaty as he pressed his hard cock up against her apex. She nodded, her lip between her teeth and strands of her messy hair falling around her face like a blonde halo.
"Get undressed." He commanded and she stood to shimmy out of her shorts. He pushed his own jeans down and slid a condom on quickly as she climbed back into his lap. He held his member steady as she positioned herself over him, sliding down slowly. Her throat flexed as she swallowed a groan as her body stretched to graciously accept him.
"That's it, baby." He groaned when her ass settled against his thighs, her pussy pressed to his pubic bone as he filled her completely. She shifted to spread her legs and sink millimeters further, pushing him impossibly deeper into her.
"How's that feel?" He urged as she ground herself against him. He had relinquished all control to her, letting her settle and feeling himself press against the back limit of her pussy. He knew from his previous experience filling her that he could go too deep, sharply tapping her cervix and making her yelp. It pleased him, stroking his ego that he was too big for her body, but seeing her now with him bottomed out inside of her tight channel made his inner beast howl in carnal pleasure.
"You're so big." She moaned and his hips jumped up into her.
"Yea and you're fucking taking it all, aren't you?" He wrapped his thick arms around her waist tightly and pressed her down as his hips pushed up. She cried out, her head falling back.
"That's it, baby. Let me fill that tight little cunt." He murmured into her throat as his hips started to thrust. He was barely moving, letting his small movements grind her clit against his body.
"Holy shit, Hap." She breathed circling against him. Her body was electrified, live wires racing from her apex down her limbs. She pried his arms off of her waist and pressed him back into the couch as she moved to set a pace of her own. It wasn't fast or particularly hard, but it was what her body was asking for so he let her lead, lost in her own sensations. He relaxed into the cushions, hands resting on her hips as they rolled over his. Pleasure swelled in her belly as she undulated rhythmically. He was captivated by her movements, grunting loudly as she increased her speed.
Sara's lips fell open as she moved, her soft whimpers quickly turning into cries of ecstasy echoing in the quiet room. Her body started to quake and he smirked in anticipation.
"Let go, Sara." He urged, eyes glued to her face as it scrunched in resistance. "Cum for me."
He felt her fall apart around him moments before she cried out and fell forward. He groaned loudly as she clamped repeatedly around his cock, her pussy dripping down his length.
"Keep going." She breathed, trance finally broken. They shifted until he was holding his weight over her. Little fingertips eased down his tapered sides as muscles flexed under his dark skin with each caress; his obliques jumped when her touch reached his narrow hips.
"Open up." He ordered, nudging her complacent legs wider with a thick thigh. She obediently responded, tucking her legs up by her sides and holding them steady in offering.
"Fuck. Good girl." He approved, slipping back into her body. She sighed in appreciation as she watched his body contract over hers, his abs rippling with every pump of his hips. He was a well-oiled machine as he pistoned into her, his thrusts punctuated by her unadulterated mews.
"Come on, little girl. Give me another." He grunted as she pressed her head into the couch and arched beneath him.
"Don't stop!" She cried as her body thrummed in bliss. "Please don't stop!"
"You close?" He asked as his spine started to tingle. She cried out loudly and her nails bit into his back in response.
"Come on, girl." Happy urged his voice thick and gravelly, the sound tickling her senses and made her clench.
"Happy, please…" She begged.
"Tell me what you need."
"Hap—" She cried out desperately.
"You want it harder?" He grunted, slamming his hips into hers recklessly. She nodded, unable to piece together a coherent sentence.
"You want to get fucked?" He continued emphasizing 'fucked' in a way that made her eyes roll back.
"Fuck me." She groaned, clutching his biceps tightly in an effort to anchor herself as her body threatened to send her soul flying into another dimension.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." She mumbled arching again to press her needy breasts into his hard, sweaty chest. A moment later she was convulsing, clinging to him for support as light exploded behind her eyelids. She distantly heard him finish with a strangled breath but was too blissful to acknowledge his completion. He collapsed over her, heart pounding. He slipped from her body and tied off the condom, tossing it on the floor before resting back on his girl.
They stayed wrapped up in each other for some time. It could have been minutes or hours as far as she was concerned, but she knew their sweat had dried and Happy was nearly asleep, his cheek on her chest. Her fingertips were tracing lazy circles on his broad shoulders as she started to doze off as well.
BANG BANG BANG! They both jumped at the loud pounding on her door. His head shot up as he climbed off of her quickly, reaching for his discarded jeans.
"Oy Hap! You in there?" Happy's movements slowed in recognition of the familiar cadence of the Scotsman's voice. He finished pulling on his jeans, not bothering to close them as he tossed his fallen shirt to Sara who was already pulling on her shorts. Happy spared her one more glance to make sure she was covered before unlocking and opening the door.
"Your phone dead, brother?" Chibs asked, leaning on the door frame. Hap shot a look over to Sara who grabbed his burner off the coffee table and flipped it open, nodding in confirmation.
"Sorry, man. What's up?"
"We gotta go. Trouble with black." Hap nodded and closed the door, moving to grab his things. Sara rolled her eyes at his rude gesture and moved to open the door again as Happy ran upstairs to grab a clean t-shirt from her drawer of his stolen shirts.
"Sorry about that. It's gonna be a moment, want to come in?" She inquired politely, and Chibs only chuckled and nodded taking a step into the apartment. She saw him evaluate her disheveled appearance with a knowing look.
"Sorry to interrupt your evening." He offered and she smiled, shrugging, grateful for his tact.
"It's fine. I'm about to go to bed anyway."
"Well, I'll have him back as soon as I can."
"Keep him. You know him, he's a night owl. He'll be up all night regardless and I don't need him waking me up from my required beauty sleep." She joked as Happy reentered the room.
"Ready?" He rasped to the other man, who nodded.
"I'll be back." Happy grumbled to Sara before kissing her sharply and moving to pull on his kutte. She was dazed. He didn't normally kiss her goodbye, especially in front of someone else. "Lock the fucking door." He added giving her a pointed look, not even noticing his own novel behavior. She nodded dutifully and closed the door behind them, flipping the lock as she heard the bikes thundered to life. How they hadn't noticed Chibs pull into the drive earlier was beyond her.
With a tired sigh, she cleaned up the empty beer bottle and her discarded shirt, opting to keep Happy's on. She smiled as she sniffed it reveling in the familiar scent combination of his cologne, oil, and fresh air.
After finishing her tidying, she took a quick shower, pulling his shirt back on and falling into bed.
Aww, so sweet. It feels weird to be posting a Valentines post in July, but it was initially written back in Feb. Anywho, look at them both trying to talk about things like adults! Think its gonna stick? Think I'd make it that easy? Hope you enjoyed, please review and let me know your thoughts!