July 2008

Opie was back. As much as she didn't want to be in the SAMCRO clubhouse, Donna managed to put aside her personal feelings and come to the party. From the looks of it, she was even letting herself have a good time. Sara could see her beaming with joy up at her newly-released husband from across the room.

Looking around the rest of the crowd, she made her way back to the couch with Happy's ice cold beer. It was late and everyone was beyond hammered, falling all over the place and some hooking up in the open clubhouse space. With a buzz making her bold and a plan in mind, she approached the gross, lumpy couch that Happy was seated on. He'd been chatting with some other guys but it seems they'd moved on so he was alone on the sectional.

Happy reached for the bottle as she approached. He looked up at her in surprise as she held it out of reach and straddled his hips, her skirt hiking dangerously high. Her eyes met his and she took a sip from his beer, making sure to slowly wrap her lips around the bottle before handing it to him. Instantly he recognized the lustful darkness in her eyes, swirling beneath the glossy veneer of alcohol.

With a naughty smile she pulled his empty hand to the bare skin of her upper thigh and he looked up at her with a furrowed brow. She leaned her mouth near enough to his ear to whisper.

"I'm not wearing panties." She giggled and felt his fingers reflexively dig into her flesh. A smug smile ghosted her lips as she saw him shift beneath her to glance around, taking stock of the rest of the guys. No one was paying attention to them. He wasn't sober, but he wasn't drunk enough to not care if they got caught fucking around. He didn't give a shit about himself, the other guys had seen him get blown enough times it wouldn't faze them, but he didn't want them catching an eyeful of his woman.

"Please Happy… You've made me so wet." She murmured licking the shell of his ear. She nudged his hand up her thigh and watched his fingers slip under the hem of her leather skirt.

Sara moaned into his ear as his fingertips skimmed over her bare slit.

"Shit." He hissed beneath her, adjusting his hips beneath her as he hardened in his jeans. She'd ridden the whole way to the clubhouse on his bike with her bare pussy pressed against him? To the leather of his bike? Fuck, the thought had him hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her pussy into his hand, her lips going to his neck.

He slipped two fingers in her soaked hole and pressed his thumb on her clit. Her hips instinctually ground, and she moaned again adjusting to the intrusion.

"You feel so good." She murmured into his neck before licking the column of his throat. He swallowed thickly and began to pump his fingers slowly into her. A deep laugh grumbled in his chest as her hips began to ride his hand. He wrapped his unoccupied arm around her hips, holding her still.

"You aren't being very subtle." He admonished in his low raspy voice. He chuckled again as her teeth nipped the flesh of his neck in response.

"Come on baby, get your dick out. No one will know." She moaned quietly. He rolled his eyes at her desperate claims knowing full well every man in the room would know if he was actually fucking her. It's not like she was a dead fish that just sat there while he did all the work. To prove his point, he flexed his fingers inside of her before curling rapidly, fluttering his fingertips against the bundled nerves inside.

"Oh god, Hap! Right there!" Sara whimpered loudly, bucking her hips. He snickered, shushing her loudly.

"I'm not gonna keep doing this if you're gonna make a scene. Keep your goddamn voice down, woman."

"I don't care about them." She moaned quietly in his ear, biting her lip to keep from crying out again.

"Don't want them watching you cum." He growled with an edge of possessiveness that made her smile into his neck.

"Then you better stop because I'm close." She giggled. "Take me outside to fuck real quick?" She solicited brightly as he pulled his hand from her skirt wiping his fingers on his jeans.

"Got a better idea." He mumbled looking around intently searching.

"What're you looking for?" She asked in confusion.

"Come on. Get up." He ordered lifting her off his lap and grabbing her hand. He chugged his beer quickly and pulled her through the crowd. A look of recognition blossomed on her face as they approached Jax and visibly pregnant, miserable Wendy.

"Brother, I need your dorm." Happy stated tucking Sara into his side. Jax took one look at her flushed cheeks and smiled broadly before nodding and handing Happy the key to his room. Without another word, Happy was off in the direction of the dorms dragging her stumbling behind him.

"Slow down. I can't walk that fast in these shoes." She whined and he laughed turning to face her.

"Well I'd throw you over my shoulder but your skirt would flash that wet little pussy." He rasped into her ear.

"I'm okay with that if it means I get this sooner." She murmured running her hand across the front of his jeans.

"I'm not." He snorted and shook his head, kissing her deeply before tucking her securely under his arm. When they finally got to the dorm room, he fumbled with the key, dropping it once and swearing vulgarly in response.

"Drunk much?" She joked. He shot her a glare as he opened the door, standing back to let her in, and then locked it behind him.

"Take off your clothes." He ordered shedding his own.

"So bossy." She teased but obeyed. His hands were on her the second her clothes hit the floor, skimming her waist to cup her tits. He tugged her nipples as he bent to capture her syrupy sweet mouth, the taste of rum and Coke on her breath as his mouth consumed hers. Her tongue fought back as they moved towards the bed in a tangle of limbs.

"I can't wait to have you inside me." She mumbled into his mouth, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock. He groaned loudly and pulled his head back to watch her tug his erect length.

"I wanna taste you as you cum in my mouth." He murmured slipping his fingers between her legs again.

She felt her inner muscles flex in anticipation and she pushed him flat on his back on the bed. He tried to sit up in protest but she flattened her hand into his chest and pushed him back down, climbing over him. His eyes lit up when he realized her intentions and he hooked his elbows under her thighs to hoist her over his face.

Happy relaxed down on the bed as she lowered herself over his eager mouth. His hot tongue darted out to swipe the length of her opening. She let out a sweet little moan that made his dick twitch against his belly. His arms wrapped around her thighs to spread her wider and lower so he could bury his tongue in her.

She gasped loudly and placed her hands on the headboard over his head. Her tits hung temptingly close to his eyes and he watched as they bounced with her movements.

It wasn't long before she was grinding on his face. "Oh god! Yea... yes—oh! Oh god!" Her feminine cries matched the gyration of her hips as he tongue-fucked her. A smirk blossomed on his face when she started talking dirty, a sure sign that she was close.

"You like that? You like licking my cunt? You like when I sit on your face? I can't wait to fuck you. I love when you fill me up with that hard dick. You want me on that cock? You want to fuck me? Yea, keep eating my pussy. That's it, baby. Just like that… Ohfuck!" One hand gripped the top of his head, her nails scratching across his shaved scalp, and tried to pull him closer. His laughter sent vibrations shooting into her and she came hard with a scream. He lapped up her tart drippings, feeling her whole body quiver above him with each swipe of his tongue.

"Jesus Christ, woman." He murmured up at her as she climbed off of him, nestling down into his side. He wiped his face with the back of his arm and turned to face her. He could tell she was blushing slightly through her sated glow. "The shit you say…" He trailed off, running his hand over her belly and turning on his side to press his erection into her hip.

"Sorry." She mumbled with a small laugh.

"Don't be. Never be sorry for that shit. It's fucking hot." He pressed his cock into her hip again, trying to get some friction. "I want to fuck you." He whispered gruffly into her neck.

"So fuck me then." She challenged with a confident shrug. He nipped her shoulder in response but moved to climb over her on his knees.

Happy spread her thighs wide, her body relaxed and pliant from her orgasm. A throaty moan was dragged from her as he pushed in slowly. His hips began to roll slowly, testing her slickness as her body adjusted to accept his entry. Courtesy of her orgasm, he was met with very little resistance despite the tightness of her pussy. Her soft mews filled the room as he began to build the pace.

"Feel good?" He whispered as her back arched up. She nodded rapidly.

"Better than my fingers?" He asked, punctuating the question with a rough thrust of his hips. She moaned and nodded.

"What about my tongue?" He asked thrusting hard again. She laughed a little and shook her head. He paused over her and a whine escaped her little form.

"You want me to stop then since you only want my mouth?"He teased and started to slowly pull out. Her legs locked quickly behind him, trapping him in her and using her heels to push him deeper.

"Thought my tongue was better." He teased further, biting her collarbone playfully and began moving in her again.

"It is. But I love your cock in me too." She stated smugly and smiled up at him. He rolled his eyes and slapped her thigh.

"You're so fucking greedy." She laughed loudly at this and pushed her hips up to meet his.

"And you love fucking my greedy pussy." She pointed out and pushed his shoulder. He rolled onto his back and let her climb on him, sliding back on his dick easily. He groaned beneath her as she began to bounce and roll her hips, supporting her weight on his chest. His hands immediately captured her bouncing tits as she began to cry out again.

"Jesus, girl. You're on fire tonight." He mumbled feeling her start to clench around him already. He thumbed her nipples and she arched into his palms.

"Shut up. You're distracting me." She gasped; eyes closed tight as she rode him furiously. Her nails dug into his chest as her pussy started to spasm around him. "Oh god…"

"You think this is just about you? You want to cum again don't you, you fucking selfish slut?" He goaded, pinching her nipple sharply. She nodded breathing heavily.

"Tell me." He commanded, squeezing her breasts.

"Yea." She answered with more of a whine than a word.

"Yeah? What do you want?" He urged, curling up to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. He groaned loudly as she continued to bounce on his dick chasing her own orgasm.

"I want to cum again." She moaned quietly, leaning back and rolling her hips sensually grinding her clit into his pubic bone.

"Again. Louder." He ordered gripping her hips tightly and pushing up into her.

"Oh god! I wanna cum again!" She cried out and he slipping his fingers between them to find her clit. She arched back further, bracing herself on his thighs. The sight of her rolling the length of her body on his cock was exquisite. Her head fell back, and he just watched the openness of her body splayed on him, desperate for a release.

"Again." He rasped as the tips of her hair tickled his thighs, but his fingers never ceased to rapidly flicking across her clit.

"Fucking Christ, Hap! I. WANT. TO. CUM! Let me cum, please!" She screamed into the dark room and he pulled her down hard on his cock, pressing into her clit roughly. Instantly, she saw stars and she cried out in ecstasy as he fucked her through the orgasm. He pushed her off and onto her stomach before yanking her onto her knees. He pushed into her from behind, groaning loudly at the deeper angle.

Sara wiggled her ass back to meet his hips and buried her face in the blanket to muffle her loud moans. Her soaked pussy was so sensitive from her two orgasms that every thrust felt like delicious raw electricity shooting up her spine. His fingers grasped her hair and pulled to tilt her face out of the blankets.

"I wanna hear you." He rasped as his hips bucked, plunging deep. She giggled and nodded, resting her cheek on the blanket beneath him biting her lip and pushing her hips back wantonly.

"Yeah, you like that?" He hissed slapping her ass.

"Mmmyeah." She moaned sweetly. The supple flesh rippled with the rhythmic slap of his hips; his low grunts mixed with her loud feminine moans in the darkness. He spread her cheeks wide with his hands and looked down, watching him length be swallowed inside her glistening opening. This might be his favorite view in the whole world.

"Are you ever gonna cum?" She finally asked exasperated. His hand slapped her ass again.

"Probably not. Drank too much." He admitted laughing at the glare she shot him over her shoulder. He slowed his hips to pump leisurely into her, groaning as Sara pushed back.

"Want more or want to be done?" He asked after a few more lazy minutes. He could feel her body growing tired beneath him and his own was weary with fatigue and oncoming sobriety. She made a noncommittal sound before wiggling out of his grip. He let her go and she collapsed onto her belly.

"I think… I think I'm done?" She finally whispered with a giggle. "Never thought I'd say that."

Happy leaned over and kissed the base of her spine gently, gripping her ass affectionately. His tongue trailed up her vertebrae before he settled himself beside her tucking one arm behind his head.

She watched with peaked interest as his hand returned to his groin as he tugged himself a few times.

"Thought you weren't gonna cum." She asked, glancing up to see his eyes roving across her naked form. He gave her a lazy grin and shrugged.

"I won't. Still feels good." She rolled her eyes but watched him as he continued to work himself languidly. Her mouth went dry watching the muscles in his forearm jump and flexing with each pull.

"You gettin' wet again?" He rasped out with a cheeky grin. She blushed slightly when she realized she was, in fact, getting wet again. Or was she still wet? She wasn't quite sure which. His quiet laugh rumbled through his chest making her smile.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm too tired to fuck you again." He teased and she snuggled into his side, resting her cheek on his chest and continued to watching him touch himself. She loved watching him play with himself. Sure, she knew how to work him over but there was something so intimate about watching him do it.

"You wanna get out of here?" He whispered, running the fingers of his empty hand through her hair. She shrugged and made an indifferent, sleepy little noise enjoying the feeling of his fingers combing across her scalp.

"Hey." He nudged her face towards his and kissed her with the uncharacteristic tenderness he often showed after a good fuck. Her fingertips grazed his thigh to graze his softening length, making him groan loudly. She deepened the kiss and pulled herself further onto his chest. He released himself to brush her hair from her face.

"Take me home." She mumbled and he nodded, not minding the feelings that bubbled up the word 'home.'

She disengaged herself tiredly from his limbs and moved to pull on her clothes. When she turned around he was watching her with a peaceful, satisfied smile.

"What?" She asked unable to stop her own smile. He shook his head in response.

"Nothing. Just thinkin'." He answered vaguely. No need to tell her that he had been thinking about how deeply contented she had been making him feel in the last few weeks.

"About what?" She inquired, throwing him his clothes. He began to dress himself as he answered.

"Doesn't matter." That he'd realized how much he really didn't like being away from her for extended periods of time. How badly he wanted her with him every night.

"Ooo-kay." He rolled his eyes at her attitude.

"Let's go, little girl." He grumbled, fishing around in his pockets for the key.

"Hey." Her small hand caught his wrist and turned him to face her. She kissed him gently and wrapped her arms around his middle.

"What's this for?" He asked gruffly, surprised by her own gentle display of affection.

"Nothing. Just thinking." She stated, echoing his words warmly. She smiled into his chest when his arms slowly wrapped around her. They stood there like that for a moment, holding each other in the dark. He kissed the top of her head and ran his hands over her back, signally that the moment was over.

"All right baby, we gotta go now if we're gonna leave. I'm tired." He stated moving towards the door and unlocking it. She sauntered sweetly past him before looking at him over her shoulder batting her long eyelashes.

"Come on tired old man, let's get you home to some prunes and jello. If you're lucky, I'll give you a sponge bath." She teased and he barked out a laugh, rolling his eyes and locking the door behind him.

"You're such a bitch." He mumbled, but his tone held no malevolence. She let him take her hand and lead her through the crowd – which was much smaller than it had been earlier—until they found Jax.

"Have fun, kids?" Jax asked with a knowing grin. Happy just nodded once and handed him the key. Sara smiled to herself at his rough exterior.

"Thanks, brother."

"You guys stickin' around?" Jax asked.

"Nah, gotta get her home. It's past her bedtime." Happy joked and Sara just rolled her eyes, too tired to respond. She zoned out a little as they finished their conversation and she followed him out, climbing on the back of his bike.

Sure enough, they both passed out asleep within a few moments of being in bed.

"Hey babe?" Happy rolled his eyes hearing her call out for him across the apartment. What? Was he at her beck and call now?

"Huh?" He grunted, following her voice from his place in the kitchen into the bedroom. It was well after noon and she'd only recently woken up, despite him being up since about 8am.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"In the closet." He heard her muffled scoff.

"Attitude." He warned, finding her in the walk-in closet facing away from the door. Her long blonde hair was messy down her back and catching the light from above like a halo.

"Not my fault…" She grumbled, flipping through hangers.

"You need somethin' or you just looking to piss me off?" He rasped and she huffed, shooting him a dirty look over her shoulder.

"Well not if you're gonna be like that." She shot back, huffing again.

"Sare—just… what do you need?" He asked with exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No, I don't want to bother you." She sassed as she pulled jean shorts up her toned legs.

"Jesus Christ, woman. What?" He barked, making her jump a little. She glared at him again before pulling the oversized SAMTAC shirt she had worn to bed off and tossed it at him. He caught it effortlessly and leaned on the doorjamb, watching with interest as her topless tits bounced in response to the throw.

"I said nothing. Nevermind." She turned away to pull a black bra on and clasped it before turning to face him. His eyes shot from her chest to her annoyed face and he shrugged innocently.

"Your tits look great." He offered and she exhaled before trying to push past him. He caught her around the waist and pulled her to his bare chest. "Hey, look at me." He commanded sternly, one hand finding its way into her back pocket to squeeze her ass. Finally, she looked up at him through her lashes with a sullen pout.

"What'd you need?"

"My car keeps making a weird noise." She finally admitted albeit icier that he would have liked.

"What kinda noise?"

"Like a…." She made a weird, nondescript noise. He choked back his laughter.

"Wait, what's it like again?" He teased and she smacked him, burying her own smile in his bare chest.

"When's it make the noise?"

"I dunno. Like when I drive and stuff." He rolled his eyes at her vague response. "I'm sorry, I don't know! It just does it sometimes, I haven't noticed specifics."

"How'd you grow up around engines and still don't know shit about them?"

"It's a gift." She shrugged.

"I'll take a look at it." He offered and she smiled brightly up at him, her bad mood forgotten.

"Thank you." She sang sweetly, pushing up on her tip toes to kiss him softly before sliding past him to dig an old Jack Daniels tanktop out of one of her drawers. He watched as she moved into the bathroom and started on her makeup. She had no plans to leave her house, but she hated sitting around looking like a slob.

"That all?" He asked, eyeing her up and down appreciatively.

"For now. If you do a good job, I'll give ya a good tip." She teased with a wink. He smirked and grabbed her keys off the dresser.

"Better be more than just the tip." He joked lasciviously as he passed the bathroom on his way out of the room. He didn't wait for her response but heard her laughter ring behind him as he made his way to the garage to take a look.

"You need a new belt." He finally answered about an hour later. She'd following him into the garage to watch him work and was sitting on a table nearby swinging her legs while he was bent under the hood of her car. With a raised brow she leaned a little to watch him stretch his arms over his head, cracking his neck at the same time. His basketball shorts were low slung, giving her a delicious view of his abdominal muscles and vee-cut belly. He was sweaty and dirty and greasy, and she didn't mind one bit. She loved watching him work on machines. He was in his best element there, all focused and sexy.

"How much is that gonna run me?"

"Depends if you know any good mechanics who will cut you a deal on labor." He flirted openly, sauntering over, taking her open bottle of water from her hand and chugging.

"Yeah, I can ask Juice if he'll do it." He choked on the water and simply dumped the rest of the bottle on her, eliciting a loud shriek and giggle.

"HAP! I'm all wet!"

"Maybe Juice'll take care that for you." He teased. "You think you're so funny with that shit."

"We both know I'm funny." She laughed. "Plus, you know better than to be threatened by him at this point."

"He was there the night we met; thought you had a thing for him for a bit." Hap recalled, wiping his sweaty brow on his bicep.

"Look at you, waxing all poetic over the night we met." Sara teased, but her heart was melting into a gooey puddle. Happy remembered the night they met even though it had been years ago, and they had both been drinking. "I'm surprised you remember."

"I can go ahead and forget if it'll make you feel better about not remembering." He teased. She kicked him in the shin with her bare foot before pulling him into the empty space between her legs. Her hands rested on his tall shoulders and her fingers interlaced behind his neck. His dirty hands gripped her thighs gently, leaving greasy fingerprints on her pale skin. She didn't mind.

"Shut up, I remember. I just didn't think you would." He raised a brow in question. "You just… meet a lot of girls, I'm surprised you'd remember since nothing really happened between us that night."

"Eh, you're pretty memorable." He shrugged, playing it cool.

"I don't want you to leave." She sighed suddenly, shaking her head making her long blonde waves fall around her shoulders.

"'Sonly for a few days."

"Yea, and then you'll come back for one or two nights and leave again and so on and so on."

"Well, if you'd just move to Tacoma it wouldn't be as much of an issue." He offered, eyeing her reaction closely. They hadn't broached the topic in a while, and he couldn't help the race of his heart. She sighed and his defenses immediately went up.

"I just… I dunno, Happy. I want to be with you, I do. I just… don't… like Tacoma that much."

"I've been hauling my ass up and down the West coast for you for the last few months." He pointed out without malice in his voice. "Just give it a try for a year. If you hate it that much, then… I'll transfer." He offered, surprised by his own words. Her stunned face showed her equal surprise.

"Hap, you can't just… leave SAMTAC… for me. That's… crazy." He shrugged casually but his dark eyes were deadly serious.

"I'd do it. For you." He stared at her intensely. "You promise you'll give Tacoma a real try and in a year, if you still hate it, we'll go where ever you want."

"I… yea, okay." She finally answered, still stunned by his declaration. Was he actually agreeing to put her first? What do you say to that except yes? Yes. YES. YES!

"Yeah?" He asked, hope spilling into edges of his question.

"When my lease is up in December, I'll move in with you."

"In Tacoma?" He clarified; glee evident in his sparkling eyes.

"Yes, in Tacoma." She laughed and nodded, feeling a giddy rush at his excitement. He lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist and held her tightly.

"Thank you." He whispered into her hair and she felt her whole body go all cozy warm. For the first time in a long time, she was optimistic about their future. He was starting to choose her.

A/N: New chapter. I can apologize all I want for delays, but who cares. Please review to let me know you are still reading. Things will be ramping up in the next few chapters as I tie off some loose ends and move on to some chaos. :) Be kind and be well, L.