July 2008

Sara sat at her desk idly watching at the clock ticked. 4:53. Seven more minutes until she was done for the week. It wasn't that she didn't love her job, but it had been a long week and she really just wanted a drink and some girl time. It was Friday night and both of Donna's kids had sleepovers, so the girls were gonna get together. Opie's release was a week away and Donna was beside herself trying to get things prepared.

Sara glanced at the clock again. 4:58. Close enough. Sara grabbed her bag and packed up, knowing it would be 5:00 by the time she walked out the door. She raced down the flight of stairs and out the door of the clinic that shared a parking lot with St. Thomas.

"Where the fuck are my keys?" She mumbled to herself as she fished through her large work bag. The blonde was internally chastising herself that she needed to buy a smaller bag when suddenly she collided with a warm body. "Ow, shit."

"Are you all right?" The brunette asked. Sara looked up and her mouth fell open before closing again quickly. She remembered Tara from a visit when she was younger, and immediately recognized her as Jax's high school sweetheart.

"Uhh... yeah I'm fine. I'm sorry. For walking into you." Sara responded stunned.

"It's fine." Tara offered with an awkward smile. "You work in the clinic?"

"Yea, for a few months. You?"

"Doctor at St. Thomas."

"Ah. That's great."

"Well… see you around I guess." Tara stated before glancing over her shoulder and quickly moving past Sara to go into the lot. Sara watched her for a moment and couldn't help but feel like Tara was scoping out the parking lot like a woman might do in a parking lot at night, despite the sun still being well in the sky. Whatever. Safety first.

Either way, Sara was pretty confident the woman didn't remember her from when they were younger. She hadn't the spark of recognition in her eyes although to be fair the brunette had seemed a bit distracted. Sara was fine with that, there was no reason to go down memory lane about the times her Dad dragged her to Charming only to dump her on Gemma. Besides, Tara and Jax had been to gooey0eyed to even remember her being there. Her phone rang from her bag, drawing her out of thoughts as she pulled the flip phone from her bag, finding her keys along with it.

"Donna? You'll never guess who I just ran into."

"Why do you suppose she's back?" Sara asked as Donna carried over a full wine glass and handed it to the blonde curled up on her couch before sitting beside her with her own nearly overflowing glass. The one thing Donna was not stingy with was wine.

"No idea. She hated Charming."

"Does she have family here or something?"

"No, her Dad passed away a while ago. She used to have an aunt in the area but I don't know if she still does, and honestly I wouldn't think that would be enough reason to come back."

"How long has it been since you've seen her?"

"Jeez, I don't know. Since before the kids, obviously. I guess she left shortly after we all graduated."

"You were friends?" Sara asked, although somewhat rhetorically.

"Yea, me being with Opie and Tara being with Jax. But Tara and Jax… I mean the two of them didn't know other people were in the room with them half the time; they were so enamored. I was sure they were going to get married, but then Tara up and left. Crushed Jax, of course." Donna took a long sip of her wine. "Now she's a doctor, I guess. She was always a good student, despite being rebellious in her own ways."

"Well it all worked out since he's with Wendy now, and the baby and all that."

"I suppose." Donna mused, doubt evident in her voice. Over their various wine-nights, Donna had filled Sara in on a lot of the past including her strong dislike for Wendy. Sara took it all with a grain of salt; Donna didn't much like anybody associated with the club these days and saved a specific dislike for women of the club, present company excluded.

"All ready for Ope?" Sara asked, changing the subject. Donna blushed.

"I think so."

"What does that mean?" Sara giggled.

"It's just… it's been five years, you know? I mean I'm worried about the kids, of course, they took it so hard when he went away, and I know they blame him for a lot of shit that's wrong in our lives." Donna paused, swirling the wine in her glass as she formed her thoughts. "But it's also been five years for me. And for him. What if… what if he doesn't want me anymore? Or what if he does and I'm not what he remembered? I haven't had sex in five years. God, I'm not even sure I'd know what to do anymore."

"Not even conjugal?" Sara inquired with surprise. Most of the SAMDINO wives would make conjugal visits when their men were locked up, often to pass information back and forth but also for the obvious reasons. She remembered because they always gossiped with the other Old Lady's about it later; she'd learned way too much about the men who had helped raise her.

"No… I always thought it was too weird, and Opie doesn't really like when I come to the prison anyway."

"Well you've got two kids, so you guys knew how to do it back in the day." Sara teased. "You'll figure it out. Ope's a good guy."

"I just… I really want him to try to earn straight, you know? The club can manage without him for a bit. I just got him back and I don't want him getting sucked back in and ending up sent away again. If he gets locked up again, I…I don't know what I'll do."

"It'll be fine, the Club'll understand." Sara assured, and watched Donna nod, blinking back tears.

"I just love him so much, you know? I can't do this by myself anymore, I know he thinks he is helping and providing for us...but I need him home. With me. I need to come first for a little bit." Sara nodded in understanding, her heart aching for her friend. Perhaps it also ached because she felt like she was looking into her own future with Happy. Would she be sitting there some day, crying because her man's been gone for years? Because he put his club before his family? Because he would always put his club first?

The women eventually moved the conversation to lighter material and, after half a bottle of wine each, went through Donna's lingerie drawer. Much to Donna's mortification, Sara had balked at the general lack of anything with sex appeal.

"We're definitely going shopping before he gets home."

"I just haven't had a need, and honestly don't have the funds right now. Besides, he's just gonna take it off in a hurry anyway. He's never been one to notice those kinds of things."

"First of all, it's not all about him. It's about you feeling good about yourself. You need to feel sexy; who cares what he thinks about it."

"So Happy doesn't notice either?"

"Oh no, Happy notices everything…I guess it helps when he comes home and finds me cooking in thigh-highs and an apron and nothing else." Sara shrugged before giggling at her friend's snort.

"I have two kids, remember. Can't just lounge around in corsets and… and… crotchless fishnets."

"Not like you have any in here anyway…" Sara mumbled, pawing through her drawer, hoping to find some shred of leather or lace.

"You're twenty-three… you don't need this stuff to keep his attention." Donna pointed out, snatching back the ratty old sports bra that Sara was holding up and snickering at. "It's comfortable." She mumbled stuffing it back in the drawer.

"Don't I?" Sara responded to Donna's first statement dryly. "You've seen the girls that hang around the clubhouse."

"Well if you waste all your good tricks now, you won't have anything left when a dry spell hit."

"I don't imagine we'll ever have one of those." Sara shrugged. "Sex has never been a struggle for us."

"Give it time. All wells run dry at some point." Donna said sagely, patting Sara on the arm. "I'm hungry, lets order a pizza."

Sara tossed around in her bed. She'd left Donna's after they'd eaten the pizza and she'd finally gotten Donna to promise to go shopping for at least one sexy bra and panty set. Now, she lay awake mulling over Donna's words. She couldn't even imagine what a dry spell with Hap would be like. He was insatiable, and frankly, so was she. Even when they were pissed, they still wanted to fuck. Fuck, just thinking about fucking him was making her damp. See? Insatiable.

He'd been gone for a few days now, nearly a week; something about a delivery of Irish guns. She hadn't asked for more details and he hadn't offered any, but she'd already known about the gun deal for a while, so it wasn't of interest for either of them to talk about, and definitely not over the phone.

With a loud sigh she kicked off her blankets and glanced at her phone for the time. 3:17am. Maybe he'd be up too. She typed out a text and sent it; worth a shot, right?

You awake?

Yea wut r u doin up

Restless without you. Woke up so wet.

Immediately her phone began to ring, and she giggled slightly as she answered. "Hey."

"How wet?" His gruff raspy voice asked immediately, fishing his hand into his basketball shorts to rub his limp cock. He tucked the phone between his shoulder and his ear and lifted his hips up before pushing his shorts down and grabbing the box of tissues off the nightstand.

Sara rolled onto her back and slid her fingers down her belly to her slit.

"Mmm, Happy, I'm so wet. My panties are soaked. Are you hard, baby?" She purred listening to his heavy breathing. He made an affirmative sound as he spit in his hand, wrapping around his semi-hard dick.

"Tell me what you're doing." He commanded in his deep voice. She loved when he got bossy.

"Ooh. I'm touching my nipples. You love playing with my tits. It feels so good, Hap. I love when you pull on my nipples, it makes me so hot." She moaned biting back a small giggle at her statement. She'd worked at a brothel for fuck's sake. She'd heard enough phone sex to know what she was doing, but it still felt a little silly to hear her words echo in her empty bedroom. Nonetheless, she was aroused as her fingers caressed the sensitive skin, feeling it prickle alive beneath her touch.

"Yeah I fuckin' love your tits. You're so goddamn hot." He mumbled in agreement. "Now what're you doing?" he urged hearing her breathy moans.

"I'm playing with my pussy. Oh, Happy, it feels so good." She was rewarded with a quiet groan from the man on the line.

"Yeah? Tell me how good it feels, baby."

"My fingers are so small compared to yours. I need to use three to feel even close to what you feel like. I wish you were here to finger my pussy, baby." She murmured as her fingers skated across her clit sucking in a breath as she heard him grunt. Sara couldn't help but picture him fisting his thick cock, working its length up and down as the muscles in his forearm flexed with each jerk. The erotic thought made a wave of heat run down her spine.

"Yeah baby, I know how you like it. You like when I fuck you with my fingers real quick. When I pumped them in and curl 'em in you. Yeah you fucking love that." His words were rewarded with a throaty, feminine moan as she continued to finger herself, imagining it was him touching her. Her pussy clenched with need to be filled more…. deeper… fuller…

"I want to ride you, baby." She whined making him groan and squeeze himself tighter. "I wanna feel you stretch me open as you fill me up. I want you to fuck me. I know you love my pussy. Tell me how much you want my pussy." She urged squeezing her eyes closed as her fingers furiously working her cunt, her legs squirming on the bed below her.

"Fuck. You get so fucking hot and wet it's so fucking perfect. And you're so fucking tight."

"This the only pussy you want, right baby? The only pussy that makes you feel like a real man." She licked her dry lips and felt the pressure building deep inside, ready to break free at a moment's notice.

"Fuck yes, baby. I love the way you fucking milk me dry when you cum. Your greedy little pussy wants my cum in it, ain't that right, baby? You gonna cum soon? You close?" He let out a choked groan as his balls tightened up. Quickly, he snatched tissue from the box in anticipation.

"Oh god, Happy! I'm gonna cum!" She cried out loudly and he bit his lip grunting as he came hard into the tissue when he heard her cry out in ecstasy on the other end of the line.

"Fucking Christ, woman." He whispered as they both caught their breath. Her giggle made him smile and affectionately roll his eyes at her sweetness. The girl said the hottest shit when she was horny but was back to being a sweet little thing the second she was done.

"I do miss you." She whispered after a moment.

"I miss you too." He murmured, the words still feeling foreign and weird on his tongue but true in spite of that.

"When're you coming back?" She asked sighing quietly as she grew tired, coming down from her high.

"Couple of days probably." His low voice rasped, hearing the sleep in her voice. "In time for Ope's party."

"Mmkay." She responded with a yawn.

"Go to sleep baby girl. I'll text you tomorrow."

"Love you. Hap."

"Love you too." They said their goodbyes and Happy got up to clean himself. Once done, he climbed back in the unfamiliar bed and tried to get comfortable. He hated that he had gotten so used to sharing a bed with her that he had trouble sleeping without her. Begrudgingly, he lined up the pillows next to him and wrapped himself around them. It was the best substitute he was going to get, no matter the little bitch it made him look.

A/n: Oh look at this! Another update! Don't worry guys, I've been working away at this story quite a bit lately. Review to let me know what you guys think and who all is still reading along! Thanks everyone, L.