February 2008

Sara watched her reflection closely while she applied her mascara. Valentine's Day had gone smoothly, regardless of Happy's minor freakout about not knowing how to plan anything romantic. They had stuck to their plan going for a long sunset ride on his bike and only stopping when she was hungry. He tried to argue against the cheap roadside diner trying to at least keep a modicum of class to their night, but she wouldn't have it and demanded with a pout that he buy her a burger and fries or she wouldn't put out. Well, he nearly threw his money at the waitress after that, and sure enough later that night she blew him roadside as he leaned against his bike on an abandoned strip of highway.

Things had been good since Happy had finally admitted he wanted to be with her weeks ago. She could tell he still had some reservations but she also knew that most of his problems were in his head. He wasn't used to sharing or having expectations put on him. Sure, the club relied on him, but if he wanted to take off in the middle of the night for a few days they'd be a lot more forgiving than she would be.

For all his extra years in age, sometimes she felt like she was dating someone younger than she with the way he wanted to shirk everyday responsibilities. She knew it came with the outlaw lifestyle; they were hardly known for their emotional maturity and calm reasoning skills. They were society's outcasts.

She heard her front door close and heavy footsteps make their way up the stairs. A few moments later, Happy's tattooed head popped up behind her reflection.

"Well?" She asked with an edge of excitement, setting the mascara down.

"Clean bill of health." He rasped with a smug grin holding up an envelope with the hospital letterhead before moving behind her. His hands gripped her hips and pulled them back to meet his. She giggled and turned to face him placing her hands on his strong chest. His eyes dropped to take in her scantily clad form.

"Dressed up for me?" He assumed appreciatively. She giggled and leaned back against the counter, displaying her body further. She was wrapped in a matching red lace panty and bra set.

"I mean I was getting ready to go to the store." She flirted wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Dressed like that?" He questioned playfully as his hands slid down her bare sides.

"Yeah I thought it might get me discounted groceries." She joked before leaning in and nipping at his jaw.

"I got some meat for you right here." He responded lewdly before grabbing one of her hands from his neck and placing it on his hardening groin. She rolled her eyes, knowing she had walked right into that one. Nonetheless she cupped him fingers moving slowly to massage him.

"You really wanna do this?" He asked quietly. She scoffed and rolled her eyes again removing her hand.

"Stop second guessing me." She grumbled, pushing past him into the bedroom. "You should want this. Do you not want this?" She asked in exasperation. How many times did they need to have this fight?

"I do! I just don't… I don't know." He responded in his low raspy voice. He couldn't bring himself to tell her that this felt important; like it meant something bigger.

"Oh my god, Hap! It's just sex! It's the same shit we've been doing for months. Stop overthinking this." She argued, moving around the room to gather clothes, still intent to run errands if this was how he was going to be.

"Sara. Stop. Stop and talk to me." He ordered, irritation tainting the edge of his voice. She sighed dramatically before turning to face him. He was still in the bathroom doorway leaning against the frame with crossed arms.

"You know that's rich coming from someone who barely talks."

"Then you should listen when I want to!" He snapped harshly and her mouth closed in indignant obedience. Silence.

"Then talk." She finally pressed, trying her best to not cop attitude.

"I don't know what this means. I don't… do this—"

"That's bullshit and you know it. You wouldn't have needed to get tested if that was the case." She cut off.

"Could you just shut up and stop being a difficult little bitch for like fucking five minutes? Fucking Christ, Sara, let me finish." He snapped running his hand over his bald head in frustration.

"Listen, you're my girl and I haven't had that in a really long time. So, yeah, I have fucked girls raw. But it wasn't pre-planned. I just… I don't know if this means something that I'm missing." He finished awkwardly and coughed slightly to cover up his discomfort. Her heart swelled a little at his vulnerability.

"Can I talk now?" She asked with an attitude. He rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Come here." She ordered. He obeyed and the two sat next to each other on the bed. Sara folded a long bare leg under herself and turned to face him.

"I'm not trying to trick you into something." She whispered gently. She moved closer so she was positioned behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands came up to hold her folded arms gently and she pressed her body to his back hugging his firmly. "I'm not trying to push you. I'm not trying to trap you; I don't want a baby. I just want to be with you. Really be with you. And I want you to be with me. Please, baby." She murmured into his ear before kissing his neck. She sucked the soft flesh beneath his ear and his head tilted instinctually to give her more space. Her tongue lapped against his skin as her arms unfolded allowing her hands to splay across his tight pectoral muscles.

"I want to feel you inside me." She whispered sweetly and he moaned quietly. His palms found the flesh of her thighs and his fingers closed tightly over the skin.

"Don't you want me?" She whispered and he nodded.

"I always want you." He rasped quietly. Finally pushed to the brink he reached back and buried his fingers in her hair, twisting to pull her around into his lap. She giggled as his lips found hers and she straddled his thighs.

"Mm hold on." He interrupted and shifted to reach behind and pull his gun out of his waistband. She watched his muscles flex as his practiced hands popped the clip out and put the safety on before stretching to put it on the side table.

"That was hot." She murmured into his throat biting the skin gently.

"Glad you think so." He chuckled as his hands resumed skimming across her bare skin. "You're pretty hot too." He mumbled as his eyes traced her cleavage spilling from red lace.

"I want you." She pressed again grabbing a fistful of cotton and pulling his shirt up over his head.

"God your body makes me so fucking hot." She groaned tracing his tattoos with her nails. He buried his face in her tits in response earning a moan from Sara. The tension continued to build between them as they slowly undressed and caressed each other. Soon he was positioned over her, pumping his fingers into her slick little hole.

"Please Happy." She whimpered her voice thick with desire.

"What?"

"Fuck me, please." She begged, trying to nudge him with her legs but got lost in the waves of pleasure his fingers were providing.

"I am, baby." He responded, kissing her neck. Sharp nails clawed at his bare back in response.

"You know what I mean!" She snapped and he laughed at her needy outburst.

"You mean you want my dick?" he asked smugly as his fingers pushed up forcefully into her cutting off her nod as she moaned.

"Fine. Fuck this." She finally grumbled and pushed his hand away before pushing him forcefully onto his back. If she weren't so overcome with a need to have him instead her, she would have slapped the shit-eating grin off his face as she climbed over his hard erection. She slid her wet opening over his length, letting her hot juices coat him. He groaned beneath her, grin replaced by a grimace of restrained pleasure. He tilted his hips until his spongy tip was positioned against her opening; all she had to do was push back on it…. And then she did.

Their mutual groans filled the otherwise silent room.

"Holy shit." He breathed heavily.

"Told you it would be good." She responded smugly. He buried his fingers in her hair and pulled her down for a kiss as they began to move against each other. The pace between them grew until every frantic thrust was partnered with the slap of wet skin and her needy moans were replaced with cries of ecstasy.

Her tits captured his attention as they bounced vigorously above him. Those delightful little mounds of perfect flesh. Her rosy nipples were puckered with heightened desire.

"Ugh, yeah. Fucking ride me bitch. Ride that fucking cock." He groaned deeply, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as his hips pistoned up into hers at a breakneck speed. "You gonna cum on my dick?" He asked as her walls fluttered around him, gripping him with each bounce. Her cries devolved into an unintelligible amalgamation of moans, cries, and choppy 'fuck yeah's.

His hand slapped against her fleshy ass as he grunted loudly, his muscles straining with purpose.

"You're so fucking wet. Fuck, Sara! I'm gonna—Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He rasped from beneath her in frustration as his toes began to curl and his spine tingled.

"Yeah, baby. Cum for me!" She commanded loudly as he came hard with a powerful grunt, his strong hands pinning her hips down as his pushed up hard, impaling her firmly as his cock spilled deep into her. He collapsed back after a moment and looked up at her apologetically as he tried to catch his breath.

"Sorry." He mumbled absently, trying to regain brain function. She hummed quietly and rolled her hips in response and he hissed as his body recoiled instinctively to the overstimulation.

"Time to rally, old man. I'm not done yet." She urged petulantly and rolled her hips again. His reaction was milder but his muscles still twitched beneath her in response.

"Fucking Christ, Sara. I'm thirty-six, you're gonna have to give me a minute." He laughed breathily. She scoffed.

"You think I don't know how long it takes you to rally at this point?" She teased with a twinkle in her eye as she began to move her hips. He moaned deep in his throat as he watched her move slowly on him, her body bared before him in the afternoon light. Her blonde hair was spilling over her shoulders and her fresh makeup was slightly smudged.

"Come on, baby." She purred, leaning forward to capture his lips and run her nails down his abs. She groaned, feeling him harden inside of her. "That's better." She appraised and he rolled his eyes.

"What? Am I your human dildo now?"

"No, you're better than any dildo I have." She assured playfully. One of his hands encircled her throat gently and he used it to guide her onto her back.

"You shouldn't need one with how much I've been fucking you." He mumbled gruffly, pushing his hips into hers as he reached his full hardened length.

"Except when you go on long runs." She pointed out and his eyebrows shot up in response. "Mmm yeah. I fuck myself with it, thinking about you." She murmured in a thick voice, head thrown back into the mattress as he moved inside her. Her pussy was slick with his seed and her own wetness so his cock slid easily. He groaned into her neck.

"Keep going." He urged in his deep raspy voice.

"I pretend it's your cock fucking me. It's not—oh god yes!—the same—ah!— but it does the trick." She moaned. He pulled out suddenly and slapped her hip gently pulling her out of her revelry.

"Get on your hands and knees." He ordered, forehead wrinkled in focus. She happily flipped and a small giggle escaped her as his hands hoisted her in to position.

Soon his hips were pounding into hers and her frantic cries became shouts.

"Yeah, you like that?" He grunted. "You like when I fuck you like an animal?"

"You are an animal!" She pointed out throatily as her hands clawed for purchase. He slapped her ass for good measure. Her hips pushed back into his forcefully meeting his thrusts. "Oh god Happy! It feels so good!"

"You close, baby?" he asked.

"Oh fuck, Hap! Keep going! Don't stop!" She demanded eagerly.

"You think I'm gonna stop? I ain't ever gonna stop fucking you!" He grunted as his balls slapped into her clit with every meeting of their hips. "You want my cum, bitch?" He asked, slapping her ass sharply. She nodded frantically and he saw her slip her hand between them to frantically rub her clit.

"Where do you want it?" He demanded gruffly, feeling his own release coming on quickly. She cried out suddenly and collapsed beneath him as her own orgasm shook through her body. He groaned loudly as his cock slid out of her as she shifted to a laying position under him.

"Fuck, roll over Sara!" he urged, his hand going to his slick cock. She exhaustedly tried to move beneath him but he reached down impatiently and yanked her arm, flipping her onto her back sharply as he started to cum. He groaned in satisfaction as his milky fluid landed on her belly and tits. He sat back onto his heels, straddled over her, as he tried to regain his breath.

"Told you that you'd like it raw." She commented, stretching languidly beneath him grinning smugly.

"Never said I wouldn't." He grumbled with a yawn.

"Can you get me something to clean up with?" She asked sweetly and he shook his head arrogantly.

"No, I think I'm gonna keep you here like this for a while longer." He teased.

"Proud of your work?" She laughed.

"Aren't you?" He responded but moved to grab his discarded shirt and wiped his mess from her belly.

"Want to come grocery shopping?" She asked pleasantly as he rolled off of her. He groaned loudly in childish protest.

"Can't we just keep doing this all day?" He asked.

"No. Because you will get hungry. And you're mean when you're hungry."

"I'm always mean." He pointed out reaching for her as she moved to get up. With a laugh, she dodged his grasp and he watched in comfortable silence as she moved about the room gathering clean clothes and going into the bathroom to clean herself up further.

With a sigh he dragged himself off the bed to pick up their discarded clothes and tossed them in a basket. He pulled on a pair of athletic shorts and wandered downstairs to use the half bath to clean himself up and then watch some TV. There was no way she was going to drag his ass to the grocery store like some pussywhipped bitch.

"What's up?" Happy answered his phone absently, trailing behind Sara as she scanned the shelves of the grocery store.

"How're things in the Sunshine state?" His President's voice greeted.

"Fine." He answered shortly. He nodded once as Sara held up some steaks and gave him a questioning look.

"I'm gonna need you to come home for a bit." Lee stated vaguely.

"For how long?" Happy asked, eyeing the petite blonde before him.

"Why's it matter?"

"You know why." Happy sighed.

"Listen, brother. I know you got a girl down there, but this is club shit. Do I gotta remind you which comes first?"

"I ain't bein' like that. Just wanna know what to tell her when she asks." Happy grumbled defensively.

"You'll be here until I decide you can go back." Lee countered sharply. Happy kept his mouth shut after that, not having been reprimanded in years. Lee was a good President, but a hardass when his men started to stray.

"I'll head out tomorrow morning." Happy grit out and hung up. Sara watched him closely as he approached. He had been hanging back a bit since his phone had rang and she knew from the look on his face he wasn't pleased.

"What?" She asked with a sigh.

"Gotta head back to Tacoma." He stated, looking into the cart at the items she had added.

"Tonight?" She asked trying to keep the annoyance from her voice.

"Tomorrow." He retorted. Well at least she didn't need to put the steaks back, she thought bitterly.

"When will you be back?" She asked continuing to push the cart towards the produce section.

"Not sure." He stated and held a breath as she froze in place.

"Like, not sure as in a few days or not sure as in indefinitely?" She asked, turning to face him slowly.

"Lee didn't give me a timeline." He answered with a shrug. She shifted her weight between feet for a moment before shaking her head and turning away from him. He blew out the breath burning in his lungs.

"You okay?" He asked, catching up to her as she held up an onion and inspected it.

"Fine." She responded distantly. Happy didn't know much about women, but he did know that 'fine' never meant fine.

"You sure?" He probed reaching out to hold her arm gently.

"Does it matter?" She grumbled and shrugged off his hand, setting the onion down and walking away.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hap, I don't want to get into it here." She hissed, looking around. "We're in the fucking grocery store, for Christ's sake." He glared at her and gave her a wide berth as she finished her shopping quickly, a dark cloud hovering over her the whole time. It followed them out to her car where he loaded the bags into the trunk in silence before climbing into the passenger seat. He hated being in a vehicle with doors and it only agitated his already sour mood.

"So?" He pressed as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"So what? You're going to Tacoma." She responded flatly.

"You knew I'd have to go back sometimes." He pointed out and she huffed.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it." She shot back.

"You don't have to be a bitch about it either."

"Well, then I'm sure you'll be happy to get out of town and stop dealing with this bitch." She mimicked, clenching her teeth. He huffed and crossed his arms, looking out the window, refusing to take her bait and say something he would regret. They rode in silence the rest of the way to her home, tension thick between them.

"I swear to God, if I find out about some skank you've been keeping up there, I'm going to murder you." She stated angrily as she pulled into the driveway. He looked at her startled.

"That's what you're pissed about?"

"Don't patronize me, Happy." She argued, slamming the car door behind her after she climbed out, closely followed by the darker man.

"I'm not patronizing you."

"Good, because you know this is a touchy subject for me." She shot back, setting the bags on the kitchen counter.

"Sara, look at me." He sighed, reaching for her. She pulled her hand from his but faced him nonetheless, arms crossed.

"I don't have another girl waiting for me in Tacoma." He assured, holding her shoulders for emphasis. "I'm not Ryan, and I don't particularly like being crucified for his sins." His voice deepened in seriousness and she sighed, nodding.

"I just don't like it."

"Well, we shouldn't be wasting time fighting over it, when we could be fucking." He pointed out with a smirk. A smile pulled at her lips and she tried to fight it, glaring instead.

"Whatever. You're making dinner tonight." She stated, pointing to the grocery bags and walking towards the living room. He grinned after her, rolling his eyes at her attempt to stay angry.

A/N: What do you guys think? Happy gonna keep his shit together? Sara gonna go off the deep end because of jealousy? Sara's getting a new friend next chapter. Any guesses on who it is? Hint, its a woman. Happy 40th chapter, readers. You guys are incredibly for taking this journey with me and your reviews are the fuel for the update fire. Sincerely, thank you for everything.