September 2008

Sara's cheeks burned when her entrance back into the waiting to room was greeted with whistles and hollers about her little scene. Happy didn't say anything but she could feel his presence behind her and could imagine the small smirk on his face. Thankfully, the little brunette bitch was nowhere in sight. She didn't see Sterling or Juice either, but she did see a familiar blonde woman and her heavy heart felt just a bit lighter.

"Hi Mama." Sara stated as her mother wrapped her arms tightly around her youngest child.

Happy didn't quite catch the Russian term of endearment that Ivana used to address Sara, but Sara seemingly responded accordingly. The hushed Russian sounded strange coming out of the classic 'SoCal Girl' that Sara had come to embody. The two shared a brief, intimate exchange in her mother's native tongue while her mother hugged and kissed her multiple times, looking her over as if she expected this child to have injuries as well. Sara's hair was up in a messy bun and most of her make-up had either worn off or been cried off, so she looked like she could pass for a highschooler in her mom's arms.

"Have they given any update?" Sara asked, reverting to English which was clearly her preferred language. Her mother shrugged and made her hands busy straightening invisible wrinkles on her blouse.

"The doctor has just said that he is in the ICU and now we wait; he's sedated. Stable for now but a lot of swelling. They won't let me see him tonight." Happy thought he could hear the hint of an accent at the edge of Ivana's annoyed words, but probably wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't known her descent. He did, however, hear the familiar petulant attitude in her tone and he fought back a smirk despite the serious subject matter. Sara nodded and glanced over her shoulder at Happy, who was hovering a healthy distance away, hands in pockets. She reached for him and he moved to her, his hesitation evident in his slowed pace.

"This is Happy."

"Yes, we met." Ivana's eyes twinkled as she looked between them with a smug smirk. Again, Happy could see glimpses of Sara in her mother's facial expressions. He reached out to shake her hand which she took pleasantly and thanked him for coming before turning her attention back to her daughter.

"He the reason you came to visit last time?" Ivana asked boldly and Sara went five shades of red before nodding bashfully. Happy bit the inside of his cheek to stop his smirk at her embarrassment. He knew from experience no one could cut through your bullshit quite like your own mother, but he knew better than to hassle Sara in front of her mother. She didn't take being cornered very well.

"We're… together now." Sara added awkwardly. Happy smirked widened at Sara's obvious discomfort at introducing him. He hadn't been keen on the introduction either but seeing his girl squirm like this made it worth it. He'd never seen her interact with either of her parents, but he hadn't expected her to revert to a nervous schoolgirl bringing home her bad-boy boyfriend. Her mother seemed fully aware of her affect on her daughter, so Happy was content to keep his mouth shut to avoid his own line of inquiry.

"Yes, I know, your brother told me." Ivana dismissed.

"Of course he did." Sara grumbled with an eye roll. A twinge pierced her heart as she remembered his current state.

"Well, what do you expect? You never call. You could be in a ditch for all I know." Ivana stated with a dramatic flourish of her hand before turning her attention back to Happy. He felt the blood drain a little as she looked him over closely. He'd done enough shit that made him seem scary to just about anybody—even if they didn't know what he did, he just radiated danger—but of course the woman who birthed his own tough-ass girl was unphased. She really had been a club woman. A lot of the Old Ladies who got out, were never really in to begin with. They'd never seen the true darkness; they'd only seen enough to run for the hills. This woman had truly seen itand now she was staring unflinchingly back. And that made her, at the very least, intimidating.

"Tacoma?" She noted, pointing to his patch on his kutte. He nodded in response.

"How long?"

"Been in since my early twenties."

"How old are you?" Ivana inquired despite Sara's embarrassed 'Mom!'

"Thirty-six." He answered neutrally, eying the woman for her reaction. She simply pursed her lips and nodded, seemingly unsurprised.

"You done time?" She asked with a brow raised. He simply shrugged and nodded once casually, not sure if it was a good or a bad thing in this woman's eyes.

"She back-talk to you as much as she does for every other man in her life?" Ivana asked with an amused smile and Sara felt like she could just die.

"She's… opinionated." He agreed diplomatically, chuckling at the mother's assessment of her daughter. Sara rolled her eyes.

"You say that like it's a compliment." Sara joked before adding, "He lets me get away with plenty." Sara assured with a wink at Happy who snorted and nodded.

"She's always had trouble following directions." Ivana mused with an affectionate look at Sara.

"Wonder where I got that from…" Sara grumbled, giving her mother the same look. "Are you done with the Inquisition?"

"I hear you were brawling… I expect that from your brother but from you?" She scoffed and Sara blushed dark crimson. At this rate, her cheeks might as well just retain the flush.

"Things were tense." Sara explained half-heartedly. "Besides she deserved it." To Happy's surprise, the older woman snorted and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, that may be so, but still. Women don't fight with fists, certainly not in hospitals. We fight with our eyes and with our words. We don't make a scene. You know this." Sara nodded and hummed in response, knowing her mother was probably right. "You're lucky your father isn't around to witness your little… scuffle." Ivana counseled quietly. Happy felt his stomach clench at the mention of her father. He'd passed on his intel to Lee when he'd returned from their trip, but he hadn't heard much about it since. Taking out a target guarded by feds was a completely different level than the club would typically sanction; the planning involved needed to be meticulous so it wouldn't blow back on the Club. Happy was pulled back into the present when Sara suddenly let out a long yawn before looking around.

"Where'd Juice go?"

"Went back to the Reno clubhouse with some of the guys." Happy supplied quietly. "You should probably get some rest too." He stated less as a suggestion.

"I don't want to leave." Sara protested, looking up at him with big, worried eyes. "What if something happens and I'm not here."

"The guys will stay and call if there is any change. They won't let you in to see him until visiting hours anyway. Let's get you and your Ma to a hotel." Ivana clucked in agreement and nodded, nudging her daughter.

"Will you come with me?" She asked Happy and he was a little stunned she'd thought otherwise. He'd come for her. Juice had said he'd pass on that Hap was in town to the Reno charter in case they wanted to speak with him for any reason. Club protocol dictated that the clubhouse should've been his first stop and he knew he'd need to stop by out of respect at some point, but he could do it tomorrow. He'd made sure they knew he was coming and checked in with Tacoma when he got into town letting them know he was going straight to the hospital. Happy simply nodded to Sara and held out his hand for her keys. Ivana had taken this time to touch base with the guys still waiting, give them she and Sara's numbers, and to grab her small carry-on suitcase and wheel it over.

While Sara and Ivana settled into their separate rooms at the hotel, Hap ran out to get some fast food for them both. He dropped off Ivana's first before sliding the electronic keycard into the door next to the older woman's and letting himself in. Sara was sitting on the bed with wet hair, engulfed in his large black Reaper Crew hoodie. He briefly wondered if it was the one he had been wearing earlier or if she had stolen another one from him.

He handed her the bag of food and went for a shower. When he emerged a few minutes later wrapped in a towel, the bag was empty in the trash and Sara was curled up on her side now.

"You good?" He asked quietly seeing that she was still awake, his voice gravellier than usual from exhaustion and the dust on the road. She nodded silently and watched as he dropped his towel. She smiled to herself as her eyes scoped out his bare muscular ass before he pulled on his boxer briefs. He tossed the damp towel in the bathroom and turned off the lamp before he climbed up on the bed and wrapped around her, hand sliding up her thigh comfortably as he rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. His head shot back up as his hand continued to meet bare skin as it moved across her hip to her stomach.

"There a reason you ain't wearing panties?" He grumbled into her neck, kissing it softly and she giggled as his scruff tickled her sensitive skin. He sighed in relief, happy to hear her laugh despite the difficult day. According to Juice, when she wasn't crying (or brawling) she'd been practically catatonic. She turned her head to face him and his breath was taken away by her sweet blue eyes. It was amazing that she still had this effect on him, years later. Sure, they'd been fucking for less than a year but if he was honest with himself, he'd been completely taken with her the first time they met years ago in the SAMCRO clubhouse. So much of her emotions swirled in her crystal eyes, and he'd learned to read the signs. For example, right now even in the dark he could see they were the familiar of cobalt they often were when she was aroused.

As his hand continued to move up her stomach to cup one of her bare breasts the edge of the hoodie bunched up around his wrist, baring her soft stomach. The soft, pliant flesh of her breast was cool from her freshly dried skin and he could feel the pebble of her nipple against his palm. His own clean skin was prickling in the cold of the hotel air conditioning as he moved his body to mould along hers, pressing his groin into the roundness of her ass. She sighed softly beneath him, a small but contented sigh, her breath beginning to get shaky. His lips caught hers as he pressed his hardening length against the cleft of her cheeks. A quiet moan cut through their embrace as he squeezed the tender flesh of her breast and teased the nipple softly. He moved to push her onto her back, but she resisted, breaking the kiss to shake her head.

"No, do it like this." She murmured, reaching a hand between them to grip his hardening length. He nodded and pulled his hand from her breast to push his boxer briefs down far enough to free himself. She gently pulled at his now fully erect length, the skin soft and velvety beneath her delicate fingers. He slipped his own hand between her legs to test her wetness out of habit rather than necessity. She was always ready for him. He let her guide him to her opening, using his hand to lift her thigh as his tip brushed against her folds. He exhaled a shaky anticipatory breath as he slid between her moistened lips a few times, coating himself in her juices before pressing into her slowly. Met with slick resistance from the angle of their position, he inched closer and gripped her hip to press into her more firmly. Inch by inch he watched himself disappear inside of her pink slit as she let out a hushed moan of satisfaction. Soon, his hips were fully pressed to hers, her ass to his thighs. He leaned down to nip at her ear lobe before beginning to move in her.

She was still in his hoodie and he hated that it blocked his view of her tits but he didn't have the focus to remedy the situation. He set a sensual pace, slower than they usually went. It seemed right.

"God, you feel so tight like this." He groaned into her ear. She let out a breathy giggle and pushed back into him.

"You feel huge." She responded accordingly.

"I am huge." He shot back with a smirk and pushed into her hard for emphasis. She grunted and hissed 'fuck' as he went unexpectedly deep. "That's my good girl." He murmured, settling back into the slower pace he had started with. His hand slide from her hip down her belly to settle against her pelvis, his fingers reaching between her thighs to reach her slippery clit.

She wrapped her arm back around his neck to pull him to her lips, kissing him deeply as his fingers pressed and rubbed the bundle of nerves. He smiled into her mouth as her moans became quiet cries swallowed by his kisses. She was beginning to writhe beneath his ministrations, and he knew she wanted it harder, but he wanted to draw it out a bit longer.

"Please, Happy." She mumbled against his lips. "I need more."

"More what?" He pulled back far enough to watch her in the dim hotel lighting. She was arched against his chest, pressing her hips back against his, mouth slightly ajar and her eyes distant as she gave into the sensations. He was positive she had to be sweating in the hoodie and he moved his hand away from her pussy to grip the sleeve, allowing her to pull her arm free. Clumsily, they both pushed it up and over her head and he kicked off his underwear completely before settling back into their rhythm. With a grunt, he tried to push her onto her belly. When she resisted, he pushed more forcefully. She huffed quietly before letting him roll her onto her stomach. He rolled on top of her, using his elbows to life his weight off her back. He reached up and grabbed a pillow and hoisted her hips up like she was a ragdoll and deposited the pillow under her hips.

It was times like this she realized how strong he really was, and it made her wetter. He was such a man. He pushed back in and ground himself deep against her ass. She muffled her loud moan into the bedspread and he snickered.

"Knew you'd like this." He smugly observed rolling his hips against her.

"Holy fuck." She moaned as each roll of his hips pressed the head of his cock against the spot inside of her. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." She cried out, still muffled by the bedspread and squeezing her thighs together tightly. Normally, he'd turn her head so her sounds weren't stifled but given they were in a hotel and her mother was in the room next door, he spared her the embarrassment.

"That's it, baby. Cum on me." He grunted quietly into her neck from behind, her pelvic grip around him like a vice in this position. There was intimate eroticism to whispered dirty words, the wet sounds of their coupling, and the occasional slap of their skin. Normally they were loud and wild and fast; tonight, it was more controlled and quieter and slow. He felt her spasm around him, and a familiar shudder went down her spine. She turned her head to gasp for breath. "Good girl." He praised kissing her shoulder and continuing his movements as her pussy continued to spasm around him. He was acutely aware that in this position she couldn't contribute much but he didn't mind doing all the work. He couldn't' fix her brother but if she needed catharsis, he could give her that.

Her walls slickened around him as her cum mixed in her already soaked hole and he hissed into her neck, pausing his movements to halt his own orgasm.

"Thinking about baseball?" She teased with a giggle and he swatted her bare ass. She jumped in surprise.

"Can't help it that your pussy is so juicy." He responded gruffly.

"You love it." She shot back with a sweet smile. He grunted in agreement before lifting himself from her completely. Curious, she glanced over her shoulder surprised by the absence of his warmth. Shortly she felt his hands grip her hips and lift them. Another glance over her shoulder revealed him to be up on his knees, sweat glistening across his abs. His muscles of his chest flexed with his breathing as he ran his hands over the skin of her ass, caressing her. His eyes were dark and rapt with attention as they swept her own body. They briefly caught hers and he smirked before continuing his appraisal of her. She could see the tip of his hard cock against his belly, barely visible from her angle. She was positive she'd never seen anything so sexy as him, poised and ready to strike, looking her over like a delicious cut of meat.

"I wanna spank this sweet ass." He groaned, squeezing the flesh of her cheeks firmly in his coarse hands.

"So do it?" She offered, confused by his hesitance.

"You sure you want your Ma to hear that?" He asked with raised brow as the blood drained from Sara's face in realization.

"No, no—that's a good point."

"You're a real screamer when I start in on any kind of ass play." He rasped, masculine pride bleeding from his words.

"Don't call spanking me 'ass play'." She cringed, rolling her eyes.

"Why not? I'm playing with your ass." He pointed out with a smirk, his gravelly voice making her shiver. She felt the head of his cock press against her pussy and she tried to push back to guide him, but he caught her hips.

"Eager?" He mumbled, bending over her so that his mouth was by her ear. "You want me inside you?" She nodded. "You want my cock up that sweet little cunt?" She nodded again, swallowing loudly as his dirty words affected her, clouding her brain and sizzling under her skin.

"Tell me." He whispered, lining himself up, teasing her with his tip.

"Please, Hap. I want you inside me."

"I am inside you." He teased. He watched with glee as her knuckles turned white as they wrapped in the bedding and she desperately tried to obey him. He could get used to this.

"Please." She begged quietly. He knew how difficult it was for her to stay quiet when he did shit like this, but that was what made it fun. "All of you. I want all of you inside me."

"You think you deserve it?" He asked, licking her shoulder blade before kissing her spine. She pushed back against him, catching him off guard as she impaled herself on his cock. He grunted in surprise before chuckling into her neck. "Jesus, I guess you do." She giggled beneath him.

"Please, Happy. I need you." She whined and reached around to grab his ass, pulling him closer.

"Aiight, baby." He soothed and began to pump his hips, allowing himself to fully sheath in her. He lifted his upper body off hers and onto his knees and gripped her hips tightly. She shifted in excitement, knowing he was finally ready to really give it to her. Sure enough, he started pushing into her forcefully, pulling her hips back against his with force. He winced as the headboard rattled against the wall and slowed minutely to limit the sound.

"She's probably asleep." Sara whispered urging him. He chuckled.

"So desperate for a good fuck..." He murmured back, emphasizing the final word and making her clench around him.

"Please Happy…" He groaned, loving the sound of his name rolling off her tongue in ecstasy.

"You want my cum?" He asked, his voice deep, letting himself revel in the feeling of her slippery hole sheathing him in its wet warmth and his spine began to tingle.

"Yes." She moaned more as a whine than an answer. "Cum for me Happy." She mumbled over her shoulder at him. He gripped her shoulder right where it met her neck and used the point for leverage as he pushed into her rapidly. "Oh fuck, Hap. Come on, baby. Cum inside me." She moaned into the bedspread, tensing around him. With a forceful grunt he came, hips sharply jerking into hers as his cum filled her cunt.

He exhaled, relaxing behind her. She slowly let her hips slide back down onto the pillow support and he moved with her, staying inside of her as he went soft in her warmth.

Happy wrapped his thick tattooed arms around her and buried his face into the back of her neck, inhaling deeply. He loved the smell of her after sex. Probably the pheromones or some shit, he didn't know. He knew she smelled like her and sweat and sex and him.

"I just love you so much." She sighed softly, all soft and gooey in her post-coital haze. He kissed her shoulder in response. He knew he would get heavy on her soon, but she wasn't complaining so he was going to soak it in. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent once more. Even mixed with hotel soap she still smelled like herself: something floral and feminine and purely sexy.

"Hap? Hap wake up." She nudged him gently. He started a little and she snickered quietly. "Relax, you fell asleep on me." He grunted in response and rolled off her onto his back, finally pulling out of her completely. She got up to quickly use the bathroom and he was already asleep when she returned.

"Babe wake up." She sighed less amused, shaking him and trying to pull the blankets down. He groaned in annoyance as she jostled him harder. "I can't get under the blankets and you're lying in the middle of the bed." With another groan he rolled off the bed onto his feet to help her pulled down the blankets. He flopped back in and was asleep on his back in moments, leaving her to pull the blankets up. She rolled her eyes as she tucked herself against his side. Men. Always so useless after they cum. Instinctively, his arm wrapped around her as she settled her head against his shoulder, curling further into his side and throwing one of her legs over his.

"Night baby." He mumbled kissing her head and settling back into soft snores. Sara was exhausted, sure. But now that the high of the erotic chemicals were leaving her bloodstream, her thoughts settled back to her brother laying in the hospital. She briefly felt guilt over getting laid when Jason was laying in the hospital hanging by a thread, but she pushed the thought from her head. If the roles were reversed, she knew he'd be out fucking everything he could get his hands on to escape the pain of not knowing what was going to happen. She knew that Happy knew she had needed it too, even though she'd been the one to tempt him by laying in only his hoodie. He just seemed to know what she needed.

Her hand flexed over his chest, her knuckles aching from punching Anya but she imagined the bitch's face hurt more, and that brought her a sliver of joy. Good. Hopefully the whore's nose was broken, and she couldn't afford a nosejob, and now she just had to walk around with a busted-ass face.

Happy shifted beside her in his sleep and it pulled her from her thoughts. She suddenly realized how tired she was at the clock rolled around to 5am. Maybe she'd be able to get some sleep after all…

A/N: More to come about Anya. Enjoy. Hit the review button and let me know how you feel.

Also, to Lil Pretty Pistol (and any of the rest of you still in school), don't get yourselves in trouble reading this in class (but also, reading is good, right?)