March 2008
Sara awoke slowly her eyes blurry with sleep. She started to stretch but stopped when she felt the body beside her. Happy was usually an early riser, so she was surprised the man was still sleeping beside her. Softly she shifted until her gaze fell upon his chiseled form. Blankets gathered around his narrow hips, the soft trail of hair on his belly disappearing below the crumpled sheet. She scanned the complex designs on his skin, torn between wanting to trace his ink and wanting to let him sleep. He was snoring softly with lips open and his mouth slightly ajar, his head and face both covered in stubble. Sara smiled at how serene he appeared, his normally tense jaw relaxed in the absence of his daily stressors.
Her thoughts drifted to their fight the night before. He was clearly his usual stressed out self and just wanted to unwind with his girl. She hadn't meant to be weird during sex and she felt bad now pushing back when he encouraged her towards their usual reckless pairing. He had tried. It felt foolish now— she knew that— although she still felt resolute in her reaction to the stupid things he said, especially when she was in the midst of explaining her discomfort. She had tried.
With a small smirk she lifted the sheet to reveal his morning erection. She could make it up to him. She spared a glance up to his still sleeping face before wrapping a small hand around the base. She shifted herself so that she was laying perpendicular to his hips, face hovering over his groin. Her movements must have jostled him because he started to rouse. Quickly she let her lips wrap around his tip, keeping an eye on his reaction. A low grumble came emerged from his throat as his hand tangled in her hair before his eyes even opened.
She sucked gently at the velvety skin and watched as his eyes fluttered open. His dark eyes fell on her as a sexy, sleepy smile formed on his lips. He grabbed her pillow from beside his and stuffed it under his head to prop himself up. A loud, shaky breath exhaled from his chest when she finally pushed him to the back of her throat. Her small fist worked the length that she couldn't fit in her mouth and she fell into a leisurely rhythm. Within moments his hips were pushing up to meet her.
"Fuck." His whispered hiss made her grin and pull him from her mouth to flatten her tongue against the seam of his cock. "Fuck, you're so fuckin' hot."
His grip tightened in her hair and urged her to take him back in her mouth completely. Her free hand cupped his heavy sac, rolling his balls between her fingers. He groaned loudly, hips pushing his cock to the back of her throat as he held her head steady.
"That's it. Fuckin' swallow that cock, baby." His raspy words were barely above a whisper but they raced down her spine. She was eager to please him, to show him she forgave him for their stupid fight. She pushed down on him, ignoring her body's instinctual panic as he blocked her airway. Her eyes watered as she pushed millimeters further before backing up. Her saliva was running down his length now dripping in vulgar strands and lubricating the movement of her hand. The image of her choking on his cock burned into his brain. Fuck, he had forgotten how good she was.
"Fuck, Sara… Fuck, I'm gonna cum." No sooner than the words left his mouth did she feel his balls tighten in her hand. She tried to back off to ask him where he wanted to cum but he answered that for her by yanking her head back into place.
"Fuck, baby. Don't stop." He growled, eyes closed and head pushed back. He began to fidget beneath her, his abs and legs twitching signaling his descent over the edge. Within moments he let out a guttural moan and she tasted the salty tang of his cum. His hips pumped into her mouth as he finished his load before loosening his grip on her hair and looking down at her. She slurped his cock before swallowing and looking up at him proudly. He chuckled, high on orgasmic ecstasy, and pulled her up to his face. She stretched out languidly on her side next to him, head propped up with a hand. His dazed lips captured hers and he could taste himself on her tongue.
"Morning." He mumbled into her lips with a smirk. His thick fingers trailed down her bare belly and tried to squeeze between her closed legs.
"No." She stated, shaking her head. He paused, confused. "I don't need you to return the favor. That was for you."
"For what?"
"An apology for me being weird last night."
"You were tired and I said stupid shit." He dismissed, fingers caressing her pubic bone. He tried to roll her onto her back. She giggled and shook her head.
"But I wanna." He argued petulantly. His fingers traced up her ribs to pluck at her nipple. "Come on, baby. I wanna make you feel good." Happy urged.
"No. If I don't say no, we will never get out of bed." She argued, trying to sound stern.
"I don't see the problem." He had a point there. When they were holed up alone in his apartment, she felt untouchable. He was a different man like this. He was warm and caring and playful. Eventually she knew that they would be pulled out of their bubble and forced to go back to the real world, where he became the stoic, unyielding man the club needed him to be.
"I like being here with you like this." She sighed in admission. He watched her silently. He gave her a small smile of agreement but said nothing.
"Are you glad I came?" She asked with a giggle, threading their fingers together.
"Pretty sure you haven't yet." He teased. She rolled her eyes. "Yea 'course I am."
His confession felt awkward. Happy wasn't one to talk about his feelings freely. He wasn't the kind to wax poetic. He got enough shit from the guys about her that he was used to letting it roll of his back without saying anything. If Kozik or someone pushed further, he just dodged the question.
"So St Patrick's is tomorrow. Party at the clubhouse?" She asked changing the subject to something she knew he'd be more comfortable discussing. He nodded once.
"You gotta do club stuff today?" She asked, looking at their entwined fingers.
"Nah."
"Since when are not on call?" She probed, confused by his sudden availability.
"I asked to have the weekend off." He answered with a shrug, not meeting her eyes.
"Happy…" She started as a warning, knowing he was leaving something out.
"Sara, drop it; it's not important." He warned back. He moved to climb out of bed. "I'm gonna shower."
"Hap. What's going on?" She asked, exasperated.
"I said drop it." He growled making his way to the en suite bathroom. Her eyes dropped to his supple ass, flexing with his gait. She couldn't help the small blush that warmed her cheeks. Even now she still wasn't used to seeing his nude form. She still got butterflies seeing the whole length of his taut body. His physique screamed masculinity, from the hard ripple of muscle under skin to the violent yet beautiful art decorating his flesh. It was all so him.
She slinked out of bed to follow him, not ready to drop the subject but hoping her naked body served the same distraction his had to her. She waited quietly outside the bathroom door until she heard the hiss of the shower. She let herself in and gingerly peeled back the generic white plastic curtain, poking her head in. Happy was rinsing his face in the water and spared her a glance as she stepped in behind him.
She grabbed the bar of soap off the shelf and lathered her hands richly before running her hands over his strong shoulders and back. The gentle caress of her delicate fingers over his skin made his body tingle in pleasure. He turned to face her, and her hands, unwavering, moved to wash his chest. Her blonde hair was beginning to mat against her skin from the splash off his body, and her makeup that she had slept in had smudged off. He knew she'd be horrified if she saw her reflection but he just thought she was beautiful. She was always beautiful to him.
"What's going on?" She finally asked quietly, looking up at him. He ran a hand over his face to wipe off the water and to buy himself a moment.
"Lee doesn't trust you." He finally answered flatly, and honestly. Might as well rip the bandaid off. She recoiled in surprise.
"What? Why? I haven't—"
"You know why, Sare." Happy stated softly and giving her a pointed look. Lee had expressed his reservations the moment he had caught wind of Hap and Sara's interactions. He had gotten enough shit about by now to bite his tongue and obey his President. Even during Lee's interaction with her yesterday, Happy had noticed his President's disapproval, and he was sure Sara had as well. She was smart and sensitive to that kind of shit. He had wanted to spare her the truth that Lee had asked him to keep her away from the clubhouse while they dealt business with the Irish and the SAMCRO guys. Happy knew how hurt she would be and was hoping he could just keep her distracted all weekend so she wouldn't notice. Clearly, she outsmarted him.
"My father." She finally answered darkly. "Of course it's that. It'll always come back to that." Even with spray collecting on her face he could see the tears welling in her eyes. She cleared her throat and moved to trade places with him, turning her back to him under the guise of grabbing shampoo.
"Sara—"
"It's fine." She dismissed sharply, lathering her hair with shaking hands. Happy moved behind her under his front was pressed to her back, ducking his head to avoid being sprayed in the face. His arms wrapped around her tightly forcing her to stop washing her hair. After a moment he felt her start to shake in his arms, her ribs shuddering as she muffled her tears.
"I'm just so sick of feeling like I need to prove myself to everyone." She sniffled.
"You don't."
"Yes I do, Hap. I had to deal with the same shit with you a few months ago. You hated me. I basically had to fuck you to get you to see past my father. What am I supposed to do? Fuck every guy that blames me for my dad?" Happy snorted and tightened his grip on her at the thought. Before he could express his displeasure with that plan, she continued. "Every time I think I'm past this, it keeps coming back to bite me in the ass." She sighed turning to face him and placing her hands on his strong chest.
"I didn't really know you back then, just like how Lee doesn't know you now. You can't blame him for being wary." Happy tried to explain.
"It's not fair. I'm so fucking tired of hearing about my dad. I'm so fucking sick of him still controlling shit in my life, even after he ducked out." She cried in frustration. Happy wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know how to make it better. He wanted to tell her they had been trying to find him so they could get retribution but he had promised the brothers not to tell her.
"Come on. Let's finish up and go for a ride or something." Happy offered. It was the best he could come up with on the spot. Going for a ride always cheered him up and took his mind off shit. She nodded and sniffled, hugging him tightly. His mind raced feeling her slippery body against his, but he chastised himself. It wasn't the time. She quickly finished up her hair and body, and moved past him to get out.
"I need to shave, I'll be out in a few." He added grabbing the can of cheap cream off the edge of the tub.
"Can I watch?" She asked curious. She had never seen him shave his head or face despite their many nights shared together. He had usually done it before she had gotten up or skipped it altogether that day.
"No, it takes you forever to get ready. Go dry your hair." He teased nudging her away. He needed to keep some things personal. Hap didn't need her to see him all lathered up looking like Hispanic Santa; he needed to keep at least some of his dignity intact.
Regardless of her head start on getting ready, Happy still had to wait around for a half hour for her. Soon though, they were speeding down a highway with her snuggled in his warm hoodie, arms wrapped around his waist.
A/N: Dawwww look at that communication guys! To clarify about my hurricane status, yes our house was without power for a week but we had evacuated and were staying in a different state with family so we were fine. Our home is okay, just a lot of tree debris and branches down. We were very lucky, and I'm glad to hear that some of my readers who were struck are also okay. Thanks again everyone, for hanging in there and being so amazingly supportive of this story.