September 2008

"Where she at?" Happy rasped walking into the hospital waiting area. Juice simple shrugged and said, "Chapel" before turning back to his laptop, not minding the harshness of Happy's tone. He was used to it, though he knew some of the Reno guys still recoiled a little at the man's gruffness. Bunch of pussies; this side of Hap was nothing.

When Happy found her, Sara was sitting alone in a pew in the hospital chapel. He warily eyed the crucifix on the wall; not liking the way the hanging savior was watching him as he moved to slide in next to her.

He could tell from her puffy red-rimmed eyes that she'd been crying, but that emotion had passed, and she was just calmly staring ahead in thought.

"Do you believe in God?" She finally asked, startling him a little as her voice broke through the silence.

"Yea." He answered with a simple shrug. Surprised by his response she turned sharply to look at him.

"Really?"

"Yea, why not?" He shrugged again, to emphasize that there was no need to make a big deal of it.

"I just didn't expect that because of what you…do." She ended it simply, but her meaning hung in the silence that followed.

"Just 'cause I do bad shit doesn't mean I don't believe in God. Just means I'll prob'ly go straight to Hell." His answer was quieter than his usual tone, almost reverent as he stared at the wooden carving of Jesus on the wall. Distantly, he registered that he'd seen a similar look of anguish on the faces of his victims.

"I don't know what I believe." She whispered, finally dragging her eyes from his to follow his gaze. "I'd like to believe you aren't going to Hell though." She added. He snorted in response.

"Baby, I'm definitely going to Hell." He assured, ignoring her hum of disagreement. "Guess we'll have to make the most of our time on earth before we're separated in the afterlife." He teased, but his joke fell a little flat when she gave him a concerned look.

"Do think that I'm being punished?" She asked seriously.

"The fuck you be punished for?" He asked critically.

"I don't know I just feel like… with my dad, and… the guys being locked up," her hesitation betrayed the actual target of her statement, but Hap appreciated her half-attempt to not refer to her ex, "… and now Jason. I just feel like… Did I do something to deserve this?"

"Did you?" He probed, knowing the answer. She hadn't. "Listen, if I ain't cursed, you ain't cursed. We both know I'd be the one to get punished by God." She nodded softly, looking down as her fingers as she picked at her nails. He sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his side.

"He'll be fine." Happy assured, kissing the top of her head.

"I don't want to leave." Sara pouted, and her mother scoffed.

"You have a job and a life in California. You need to go home. I'll stay with your brother for as long as I need to." Ivana state before adding, "And stop pouting. You aren't a child." Happy bit the inside of his cheek at that and Sara sent him a scowl to silence him. How many times had he told her the exact same thing?

"I'm worried if I leave, something will happen."

"You only live a few hours away. I'll call if anything changes, I promise." Her mother assured, practically pushing her daughter out of the room. Sara let out a sound of exasperation before hugging her mother and saying goodbye.

"It was good to see you again, my little kitten." Her mother gushed in Russian, kissing Sara's forehead.

"Love you, Mama." Sara stated, before going over to kiss Jason's still cheek. He was still sedated to let the swelling decrease some and allow his body some time to heal, but he just looked like he was sleeping. The room was quiet other than the beep of his monitors and the hum of the fluorescent lights above. It was unnerving.

"Make sure she gets home safe, da?" Ivana asked, giving Happy a stern look.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now come here." She demanded, opening her arms for a hug. He looked concerned but moved to awkwardly hug the woman and Sara snickered in response. Serves him right for laughing at her being reprimanded by her mother.

"Mom, he's not really a hugger..."

"Well he is today." She mused, releasing the large man.

"No problem, ma'am." He rasped, standing straight.

"I like him. He's nice." Ivana reviewed and Sara choked on her laughter.

"Yeah, okay." Sara snorted. "Call me if anything changes?"

"Yes, yes, yes… I already said yes to this." Ivana assured ushering Sara and Happy out of Jason's hospital room.

Happy followed Sara and Juice back on his bike, deciding to stay in Charming for the night since the job he'd been assigned had been reassigned when he'd needed to head to Nevada.

He and Juice walked into the Clubhouse at the same time, discussing Juice's recent tech updates on his bike including his new speakers. Happy didn't mind the roar of the bike, but sometimes it'd be nice to be able to cruise to with music that didn't sound like shit.

"Yo, heads up we got Church in a few." Tig stated, more to Juice than to Happy, although Happy knew he was welcome at the table.

"What's going on?"

"Gotta move the guns. ATF is sniffing around and the Mayans didn't take our repo so kindly, so we gotta stash 'em till the heat wears off." Tig supplied with a shrug. "How's the Harris kid?"

"Laid out pretty bad." Juice answered simply. "Should survive."

"He gonna be able to ride?"

"Don't know." Happy rasped, grabbing a beer from Half-Sack. Tig whistled lowly.

"That's tough. How's Little Harris takin' it?" Happy only shrugged in response, taking a long sip of the cool amber liquid.

"As good as I can give it to her." Happy joked, trying to lighten the mood and sipping his own beer. Juice could give the serious answers; Happy needed to guard his rep.

"She helped run some recon for Reno. They found out some Russians are working with the Mayans. Whole areas been fucked by the Mayans apparently." Juice supplied sipping his own beer.

"Well, we got our own shit to deal with. We gotta move our merchandise before ATF finds that shit." Tig sighed, "C'mon, let's go. Church."

"I'm going back to Nevada." He rasped as he kicked off his shoes. She'd just gotten home from work a half hour before Happy walked in the door, although she was already changed out of her work clothes and into a tank top and cotton shorts. She straightened her sitting position on the couch, her show forgotten.

"What? Why?" Sara asked, instantly alarmed. Had something happened with Jason that no one told her?

"Relax. Not for your brother. Gonna help SAMCRO patch-over Devil's Tribe." He soothed, hanging his kutte and holster up and pulling off his shirt. She eyed him appreciatively as he made his way to her in just his low-slung jeans. Her eyes traced the trail of dark hair from his navel until it disappeared behind his belt buckle. She didn't bother to stop her roving eyes as he dropped his shirt on the arm of the couch. His ink was on full display in the glow of the lamp on the side table.

"Should you really be driving back through Mayan territory again so soon?" She asked when her brain finally caught up with her, nervousness bleeding into her words as he slouched onto the couch next to her, his arm naturally moving to rest over her thigh. His fingers spread comfortably across her skin; the rough pads of his fingers scratched softly against the nerve endings of her thigh.

"You worried 'bout me?" He teased; his dark eyes boring into her lighter ones. He'd clocked her checking him out as he'd crossed the room. She'd hardly be subtle, but even if she had, he could almost smell her arousal now that he was close to her. She blushed a little under his intense gaze and shrugged before moving to straddle his lap. The snake coiling down his chest and around his belly moved with breath and held her captivated.

"Should I be?" She asked suggestively as the tips of her fingers teased the skin at the band of his underwear. His eyes flicked from her hands to her eyes quickly and his smirk widened. "You think I don't know what happens at patch-overs?" She murmured biting her lip and gazing up at him through her lashes. He shrugged with faux ignorance.

"And what happens at patch-overs?" He baited, shifting his hips under her and his hands moving to her small waist.

"Guess I'll have to make sure you're too tired to participate in the festivities…" She hummed in response, unclasping the heavy metal buckle. He simple sat back and watched her contently, folding his hands behind his head. She moved slowly, knowing that she was tantalizing him despite his calm exterior. He loved acting unaffected when she teased him. It made her work harder to get a reaction, but she knew she'd get one eventually. Her fingers popped the button from its loop before moving up to his shoulders to trace the ink around his throat. Her nails were dull from biting them at the hospital in Reno, but they still tickled as she drew them slowly across his ink.

A small, amused smirk sat on his lips as he watched her caress his body. He'd never felt more powerful—

not even when he'd taken lives— than when she was perched on him, worshipping the planes of his body with reverence, begging him with her own body. His hips shifted under her when she leaned forward to drag the tip of her tongue across his collarbone. She smiled into his chest when he sucked in a sharp but small breath. Rarely, did they take the time to do this kinda shit; really taking their time to build up the tension. He never needed to warm her up; she was always ready for him and vice-versa.

Softly she kissed up the column of his throat as her nails scratched across his nipples. She knew she couldn't blatantly attend to them; his masculinity was too fragile to let her kiss or suck them like he would hers. But she could keep him distracted with her mouth while her fingers flicked across the sensitive points. She felt him jump between her legs in response to her touch, but he stayed still, hands still folded behind his head, although his jaw muscles were clenched with tension.

"You gonna let those skanks touch you like this?" She purred into his ear. "Let them rub all over you like a cat in heat?"

"Depends. If you mark what's yours, I won't have to do shit to keep 'em away." He goaded with lustful eyes despite his seemingly disinterested attitude.

"Even if I do, what's to stop them from sucking you off?" Her voice was husky and her breath warm against his cheek as her nails scratched down his belly leaving red trails behind them. Her words sounded thick and erotic as her jealousy seeped out. "You gonna let them think they can grind all over you like you don't have someone at home that can do it better? Let them think you'll suck their tits like you do mine? That you'll stick those thick fingers in them like you know I like? That you'll slip that tongue all over their used, dirty cunts?" His pupils were blown when she pulled her voice from his ear; he'd never heard her jealousy come out like this before and he was intoxicated by it. She didn't aggressively stake her claim on him often, but if this is what it took, he'd gladly patch-over every goddamn club in the country.

"You gonna forget what you got waiting for you?" She asked seductively, leaning back to arch above him, pressing her tits into his face as she rotated her hips over his. That image was what snapped him. His hands immediately moved to her neck, one lacing in the hair at the back of her neck and pulling downward to arch her more, the other sliding down her throat to cup a covered breast. She moaned as her hips tilted forward to offset her head being pulled back. "That's it, baby." She cooed, eyes fluttering shut.

His hands released her to paw at her top, finally tugging the tank over her head and tossed it haphazardly, eyes fixed on her breasts. He wanted to apologize to them. He hadn't been taking enough time for her girls lately. His hips ground up into her instinctively as he took in the swell of her flesh wrapped in the dark lace. Fuck. He loved the look of dark lace against her fair skin.

"You like?" She asked with a giggle. He responded by leaning forward and burying his face between her breasts dramatically, inhaling and rubbing his face between the mounds; she laughed, her hands wrapping gently around his head and nails scratching at his scalp.

"What's not to like?" He finally stated rhetorically, words punctuated by his kisses to her flesh. With one finger he pulled down the left cup and his mouth immediately found her rosy nipple. He applied suction as his hand palmed the other breast, smiling to himself at her sharp inhalation and the subtle grind of her hips over his.

His left hand slid from her waist to slip up the loose cotton of her shorts. His strong fingers dug into the bare flesh of her ass, squeezing it affectionately. The well-practiced hand on her breast finally wrapped around to her back and unhooked her bra. The straps fell off her shoulders and his mouth moved to her liberated right breast. Sara nudged his face with her own and his lips left her nipple to capture her own lips. He broke the kiss and leaned back to appraise her topless form; his eyes dark but sparkling with desire.

"You gonna suck me off to remind me of what I'll be missing?" He urged, tongue slipping out to sweep his lower lip in anticipation. Without a word from him she slid off his lap onto the floor between his legs, discarding her bra in the process. Her hands moved to his unbuttoned jeans where she resumed unzipping them. She could feel his hard length as his jeans slid open and he lifted his hips when she tugged them down his thighs. One of her small hands moved to rub him through the dark cotton of his boxer briefs. He groaned quietly, watching her beneath his hooded eyelids, one hand moving to her head. His fingers tracing the edge of her face, his thumb running across her pink lips thinking lewdly about what they'd be doing shortly.

Without a word, he lifted his hips and slid his underwear down, freeing his length to her. The cute little blonde smiled up at him happily from between his legs and his cock twitched in anticipation before laying back against his belly. He'd give her one thing: she may be difficult at times, but the girl liked to suck cock. One of his hands gripped his base to hold it up and the other moved to grip the hair at the back of her head, fingers wrapping in her blonde strands. She allowed him to guide her to his upright cock with a knowing smirk. Her blue eyes me his brown ones again as she slowly licked his tip. His lip went between his teeth and he shifted his hips in response.

"Again." He urged quietly.

"Yes sir." She murmured before licking him again and he grunted in approval. She moved to replace his hand at his base, but he grunted to interrupt her.

"No hands." He commanded and she nodded sweetly in acceptance before sitting up higher on her knees and placing her hands on his thick thighs. Keeping her eyes on his, she covered his tip completely as she swirled her tongue across him before slowly inching down his length before moving back up again. He released his base and moved his hand to smooth her hair out of her face. He gathered her loose hair into his fist to prevent it from blocking his view.

"That's good, girl." He rasped, watching her head bob over him. "Take me deeper." He urged and groaned when she pushed down on him hard, his length moving past the back of her throat a little. "Oh fuck, yes. Like that." He hissed letting his head fall back into the couch as she repeated her actions, swallowing around him so her throat massaged his tip.

Suddenly impatient, he used his grip on her hair to pull her off his length and pull upwards, urging her onto her feet. He released her hair to tug her shorts and thong down. He snagged her underwear from her ankle and brought it to his face, inhaling her scent deeply. He could feel the dampness on them as he wadded them up and stuff them into the pocket of his jeans before pulling her back into his lap. He'd be needing those on the patch-over run.

When his eyes caught hers again, her pupils were equally blown wide and her cheeks rosy with the flush of desire.

"Lift up." He urged, and she shook her head defiantly a playful smirk in place. His eyes narrowed at her disobedience. Instead, she settled so that the base of his length settled between her pussy lips. He could feel her hot, wet heat radiating against him. She leaned forward and ground against him, his cock sliding easily between her lower lips. He grunted, hands palming her tits. She hummed in blissful satisfaction and continued to rub her clit against the underside of his cock, grinding against him.

"Lift up." He commanded again, this time with more purpose. She shrugged impishly.

"Make me." She shot back with a giggle. Unwavering, he wrapped one arm around her waist tightly and lifted her up easily. His other hand reached around her and gripped his length, holding himself upright as he slid her down his chest and onto his waiting cock. She moaned as she stretched around him, gravity pulling her down until he was buried completely inside her. When his smug eyes met hers, she was pouting playfully. He simply brushed loose hair from her face and bent up to capture her lips.

"Don't be a sore loser." He teased, rolling his hips up into her. She smirked back down at him.

"I don't mind being sore." She implied lasciviously and he raised an eyebrow in amusement. He smacked her ass affectionately.

"Get movin'." Happy ordered, his raspy voice husky. Her hips started moving, rolling over his so that she maximized the friction against her clit. Soon, she was bucking wildly over him. He watched approvingly as her breasts bounced against his palms, her head hanging backward in ecstasy. The hush of the room was broken by her soft feminine mews as she bounced on his thighs.

"You gonna cum?" He asked as she tightened around him. She shook her head, squeezing her eyes closed. "Why not?"

"I don't want to yet." She answered distantly, changing from bouncing to rolling her hips against him. "Fuck, so good." She moaned in response to him pushing up against him.

"Yea? You like that?" He asked gruffly, hands gripping her hips tightly. She nodded, moaning loudly before feverishly kissing him. She sucked his lips before forcing her tongue into his mouth, clutching her hands over his hands to her chest in a sordid attempt to prevent his release of the sensitive mounds. He battled against her, incensed by her forceful attempts to dominate him. Fuck, she knew how to get him going. "Roll over." He urged against her lips, but she resisted, shaking her head in the kiss.

"No, I want to stay on top." She defied, reveling in the fullness she felt every time she sat down on him. She tried to spread her legs further and sink even more onto him, but he bottomed out as she pressed him into her cervix.

"You think I don't know how to make you feel good?" He shot back defensively, grunting in pleasure despite his tone. "Come on, baby." He urged. She sighed in obvious annoyance and let him move out from under her. He stopped her when she moved to lay down and instead yanked her up, turning her to face the back of the couch. "On your knees." He ordered sharply, testosterone making him feel aggressive as he moved to stand behind her. "Hands on the wall." She did as he commanded, her pussy aching to be filled again. His coarse hands slid up her smooth thighs and sides to wrap around and cup her tits.

"Fuckin' love these titties." He murmured into her ear, his scruff tickling her and causing her to giggle and move one of her hands to reach back and wrap around his head. He growled and grabbed her wrist, slamming her hand back on the wall with a slap. "You need to learn to listen, little girl…" He warned and her whole body shivered when he called her 'little girl'. He almost exclusively called her that during sex and it always made her shake with desire like she was Pavlov's goddamn dog.

"Yessir." She responded compliantly, looking over her shoulder up at him with wide shameless eyes. She could see his ego fluff under her subservient words. Both hands tugged at her nipples and he growled again as her eyes fluttered closed.

"Eyes open."

"Sorry, sir." He smirked down at her, hands sliding down her flat stomach and narrow waist. Her body was a perfect, young thing. It took all of his force and bounced back, skin and muscle perfectly elastic to his touch. Her knees spread wider eagerly as his hands moved down her belly. Her brows knit in anticipation and then disappointment when his hands moved around her hips to her ass.

"This body…" He groaned, squeezing her firm ass. "The things this body does to me." She purred under his scrutiny, eyes watching him closely over her shoulder. She pressed her ass further back into his hands and he smirked before swatting her ass, watching with joy as the skin rippled.

"This is mine." He stated possessively. When she didn't respond, he wrapped around her, dipping his face next to her ear. One arm snaked around her waist to cup her breast while the other wrapped down her belly between her legs. She gasped at the contact, throwing her head back onto his broad shoulder. He smirked as her nails scratched at the wall in response to his strokes.

"Fuck!" She shouted, pushing her hips back into him in an effort to pull away from the sudden intensity of his fingers against her clit, the ball of his hand pushing hard into her pubic bone. He used his own hips to block her exit and his arm wrapped tight around her upper body to pin her helplessly against himself.

"This is mine." He growled into her ear as she spasmed in his arms. He continued his ministrations until she shuddered and cried out in his arms before going limp. Her chest was heaving in his arms as he pulled his fingers from her throbbing pussy and holding them before her face.

"Taste yourself." He commanded firmly over her shoulder. She met his eyes before delicately running the tip of her tongue up his middle finger and sucking it into her mouth. He pulled his finger from her mouth and kissed her hard, his tongue pushing into her mouth forcefully. He groaned tasting her juices on her tongue. "Best pussy I've ever tasted," he groaned into the kiss.

"Please Happy." She begged, reaching between them to his rock-solid cock. She thumbed the tip, spreading the fluid there across the head. She pulled away from his lips and looked up at him through her lashes.

"You want something?" He asked with a smirk. She smiled sweetly up at him before releasing him and gingerly placing both of her hands back on the wall. She stuck her pert little ass out toward him and smiled to herself when she heard the deep growl in his chest. Sure enough, she felt his tip slip between her lips and slipping easily into her before feeling his fingers back on her hips. As he began pumping into her, a resounding slap and a burning on her ass caused her to arch sharply and tighten around him.

"I love watching this white little ass turn red." He grunted, spanking her again.

"Fuck!" She hissed, letting her head fall forward as her arms braced against the wall. He resumed his tightened grip on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin and pulling her hips back to meet his with each thrust.

"Ah, ah, don't stop, Happy! Fuck!" Sara moaned feeling him sliding deep into her.

"Yea? You like this? You like when I have my way with your needy little cunt?"

"Yea." It was a breathy, whiny, needy confirmation.

"Fuck me, Hap. Oh god, fuck me harder." She begged, her fingers clawing at the wall as he pummeled into her.

"Yea look at you, needy little bitch. Just begging to be fucked. Your tight little pussy need to be filled with a big cock?" His grip was like a vice on her hips as he pulled her back to meet him. He thrust sharply, spanking her ass again.

"Whose big cock makes you this wild?"

"Y-Yours." She managed to choke out between her cries.

"Thassright, little girl. No other man gonna fuck you like your man fucks you. And there ain't no bitch that can take my cock like you, ain't that right?" He continued, grunting his words out through clenched teeth; she burned with lustful validation at his declaration, knowing that he'd intentionally dropped it in to appease her jealousy. He may not have been traditionally sweet, but he knew what she needed to hear, and gave it to her willingly on his own terms. She nodded frantically as her nails scratched at the wall in a feeble attempt to cling to something. She arched sharply as he spanked her yet again.

"Fuck, yes. Make it hurt! Don't stop!" She pleaded, completely lost in the throes of passion. At that, he leaned forward and sucked the base of her neck sharply, making her wince. One of his hands left her hips to wrap rightly in her hair, pulling it sharply to open her neck further to him. She moaned at the pull of her hair and the feeling of him pounding her from behind. He sucked the same spot again, harder, and she cried out at the sensation, trying to pull away. He pulled out of her and threw down her on the couch more forcefully that he intended but he wasn't about to apologize; she'd said to make it hurt. Climbing between her legs before she even had her wits about her and without missing a beat, he was plunging back into her swiftly and her back shot off the couch wantonly. He roughly grabbed her thighs and pushed her knees to her shoulders. She shrieked loudly when he slammed into her deeply, pulling away at the sharp pain of his hitting her cervix. He grabbed her firmly and held her in place as he did it again and she arched beneath him, sure she was going to die from the pleasure coursing through her body. Jesus, she was sure he was all the way up in her womb.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod! Yessss, Happy, fuck me like that!" She cried, clawing at his back wildly. He was grunting loudly with each thrust and she knew he was close, but so was she. She writhed beneath him, her hand going to rub her clit urgently. She came unexpectedly, with a white-hot flash of light behind her eyelids and a guttural cry from her body. He pulled out of her abruptly, his hand jerking his cock frantically before his abs flexed and spasmed and his cock spurted ropes of hot cum onto her belly.

"Holy fuck." He breathed over her, barely holding himself up with a hand on either side of her head. She didn't respond, gasping for air as well as she came down from her orgasm. She moved to settle her legs more comfortably at Hap's hips. "Jesus Christ, little girl." She shrugged and stretched beneath him, wrapping her legs and locked her ankles around his waist.

"I know, right?" He chuckled a little at her casual, cocky response.

"Aiight, let's get cleaned up and get some food. I'm fucking starving." He urged, moving to unlock her ankles. "You look like you gotta a little something on you there…" he gestured at her belly with a smug grin as he got up and walked away.

"Fuck you!" She shouted after him with a small laugh. She grabbed his shirt off the floor and used it to wipe her stomach.

"That's what got you into this situation in the first place." He pointed out walking back into the room in basketball shorts.

"Help me up." She requested, holding her hands out. He pulled her up seeing her wince and smirked.

"Regret that last 'make it hurt, Hap'?" He asked, letting his voice go falsetto to impersonate her. She shot him a dark look as she gingerly walked to the bedroom and into the bathroom.

"You think you're so funn—JESUS CHRIST HAPPY!" He snickered from his place behind her knowing what she was freaking out about. "What the fuck is this?"

"It's a hickey." He pointed out as if it were obvious.

"Yea no shit but, my god, could you have made it any worse? Its gonna look fucking awful by tomorrow." There, right at the base of her neck where it met with her shoulder was a dark purple mark the size of a quarter.

"I was marking what's mine." He shrugged. "Not my fault you didn't do the same." Sara grumbled something to herself that he didn't catch before turning on the shower. He stripped out of his shorts and followed her in.

"We're just showering." She stated sternly pointing at him for emphasis before moving to let him in. He raised both of his hands in surrender.

"I'm not the one that straddled someone the minute they walked through the door." He pointed out. She scoffed.

"See if I blow you ever again." She teased, getting her hair wet before moving out of the water for him.

She watched him as he lathered himself. It wasn't a sexual act, but she felt the rush of intimacy. When he turned to face her and rinse his back, she reached for him and pulled him from the spray. His eyes darkened as he smirked down at her, dipping his mouth to cover hers. She kissed him back with fervor before breaking the kiss.

"I'm not trying to fuck you." She stated and he rolled his eyes.

"Then what the fuck you tryin' to do?" She braed herself delicately against him before leaning up and placing a kiss where the base of his neck met his shoulder, just above the beginning of the words that laced his collarbones. She latched and sucked sharply, reveling in the husky hiss emitted from his throat. His hands wrapped around her waist, clutching him to her as she did it again before leaning back to admire her work.

"Good?" He asked with smirk but loving the way her eyes were lit up with territorial pride. She nodded blissfully before handing him the loofah and turning her back to him, sweeping her hair around to the front. Without protest, he slid the loofah around her back and down her curves, washing the body he knew so intimately.

"Ain't saying I don't like this, but your back is the least fun part of your body for me to wash." He teased before sliding his hands under her arms to run the loofah across her belly and up between her breasts. A small satisfied giggle escaped her and she leaned into his touch.

"That was on purpose so we don't start something. Remember, we're just showering." She reminded and he scoffed. "Sorry, someone left me sore." She teased back.

"At your request. Don't say I don't listen to ya." He shot back but moved to allow her into the water. Their playful banter continued as they washed up and he climbed out well before she was done.

"Just gonna go pick something up." He barked into the bathroom when she finally turned off the water. He knew her well enough to know it would be another 45 minutes before they got out the door if she came with.

"What time are you leaving for Nevada?" She asked as she spun some pad thai noodles around a fork.

"I'll be here when you wake up." He assured, knowing that was what she was getting at. She smiled into her food and he wanted to roll his eyes and tell her to fuck off with that emotional shit, but he found that it made him feel…. good…. to make her happy.

"Wanna get you up to Tacoma soon." He added after chewing his bite of food. Her smile instantly dropped to a scowl.

"Why?" Her tone was bratty and she knew it, but it just spilled out.

"Because I want you up there with me." He said as if it were obvious. "Why ya gotta pick a fight?"

"I'm not picking a fight." She dismissed. "I didn't even say anything; I just asked why."

"Bullshit."

"I… I just don't really want to use my time off to go to Tacoma right now. I need to be with Jason if I'm going anywhere, and really I've taken too much time as it is."

"Who gives a fuck, you're leaving this job in a few months anyway." He pointed out gruffly. "Take it unpaid if you need to."

"I'll think about it." She compromised and he scoffed.

"Sara—"

"I said I'd think about it. Don't push your luck." She interrupted sternly; he could feel her shutting herself off as she tried not to make a big deal out of something. He appreciated that she was trying to curb her emotional outbursts, but he didn't understand why she made such a big fuckin' deal out of Tacoma every time. It was like a goddamn dirty word in her house.

"I could always make you." He teased, trying to soften her.

"How? Kidnap me?" She mocked and he raised a serious brow. She rolled her eyes and gave him a half smile before reaching into his carton and taking a piece of his chicken and popping it into her mouth. His facial expression hardly changed but she saw the slight wrinkle around his eyes and the corners of his mouth curl up slightly. And just like that she was past it.

"Go find something watch while I clean up." She stated, changing the subject. "I don't get you all to myself on a weeknight very often and I'm going to take advantage." He straightened; his interest piqued. "Not like that, I can't go another round right now." She stated, shutting him down. "Besides, I can't have any more hickeys before people start thinking I'm fucking a highschooler." She shouted from the kitchen and heard him chuckle, rubbing the mark on his own neck with glee. He fuckin' loved that she marked him up. It wasn't like she didn't scratch the shit out of his back on the regular, but this was different. He knew she wasn't kidding about knowing about patch-over parties. He also knew a hickey on his neck wouldn't deter the girls that circulated in the slightest. But it made her feel better, so fuck it.

When she returned, he'd pulled up some show that she wasn't interested in. He was laying, still shirtless, and his tall broad frame took up the entire couch. He reached for her when she approached, and he pulled her down on lay over him, her head resting on his chest. He snaked one hand down her back to push up the hem of his t-shirt she was wear and tucked his fingertips under the band of her boyshorts to rest against the bare skin of her hip. She settled, the warmth of his body and the steady thump of his heart in her ear like a lullaby.

"I love you, Happy." She mumbled as she was falling asleep, fully content. He kissed the top of her head and flipped channels to catch the end of a Raider's game.

A/N: Long one, though mostly smut so sorry if that's not your thing but its their thing. I love the content and opinions in the reviews I've been getting lately, so keep it up!