October 2008

"Where's Cherry?" Sara asked politely. It was a Saturday afternoon and Happy had dragged her to the clubhouse after they'd gone out for lunch. She didn't mind; things were pretty mellow as they all just hung around, bullshitting and drinking. She was the only girl in the conversation. She'd seen a couple of the croweaters around, but they hadn't come over. Sara couldn't say she minded, although she would've appreciated if at least another Old Lady or girlfriend or someone who wasn't lowkey trying to fuck her man was around.

"Yea, she already hiding from your disfigured ballsack?" Bobby asked Half-Sack as he looked around.

"Not quite." Sack answered with a shrugged. "She's on the rag."

"So?" Bobby asked gruffly, and Sara bit her upper lip in an attempt to hide her knowing smile at what was coming. "You fuckin' banished her to the Red Tent or some shit?"

"No, but like… she just does… her own… thing during that week."

"Ya man, I bet she is doin' her own thing." Tig snickered suggestively at Half-Sack's expense.

"No way, man." Half-Sack shook his head confidently. "She's not like… putting anything… in there."

"It's called a pussy, and a hundred percent she's getting off." Tig counted. "One-hundred percent."

"Fuck off. That's not a thing." Half-Sack shook his head, but Sara saw his confidence falter for a moment. His eyes flicked to hers for support but she just kinda shrugged and looked guilty.

"Says who?" Happy scoffed. "Put that bitch back in the game."

"W-What?" Half-Sack's features faltered even more.

"You know the hole still works even when its bleedin'?" Tig crassly contributed and even Sara giggled as Half-Sack went pale at the thought.

"You sayin' you've never rode the crimson tide? …Ran the red light? …Scored in the red zone?" Bobby asked in confusion at Half Sack's blank face.

"But… I'm vegetarian." Half-Sack offered weakly blushing at the uproar of laughter that followed.

"Just stick it in her ass." Tig stated as if it were obvious. "If she don't like blood, play in the mud, ya know?" Sara giggled at his stupid saying and laughed harder when Hap nudged her and raised his eyebrows suggestively. He winked when she shook her head, tirelessly refusing to give up on his attempts to convince her. Her refusal had nothing to do with being prudish, and he knew that. She just liked to hold this one thing over him, to keep him wanting for something.

"You ain't gotta go full vampire on that shit, Jesus Christ." Bobby chided, circling back to Half-Sack's vegetarian comment.

"You could though." Tig interjected, and Half-Sack looked like he might throw up.

"Ain't nothin' but a little war paint." Happy agreed with Bobby, blowing past Tig's comment. "Bitches go crazy for that shit." He emphasized the point by wrapping around Sara lecherously and leaning in to dramatically enveloped her, growling loudly as he pretends to bite her neck, building on Tig's suggestion.

"It helps with cramps." She offered with a simple shrug after extricating herself from Happy's tight grip, a smile still playing on her lips from his playfulness; he stopped pawing at her but kept her close, pulling her back against his chest and her fingers wrapped comfortably around his forearms that encased her shoulders.

"Ya, and the fact you get super fuckin' horny that week." He snorted, sipping his beer and ignored her deep blush. "I gotta fuckin' bat you off of me all goddamn day and night."

"Me? You're the one that gets hot and bothered at the sight of blood." She shot back, the other men snickering into their own drinks as Happy shrugged. She wasn't wrong. Happy eyed the horrified Prospect as he leaned on the bar still looking nauseated.

"Somethin' wrong?" Happy challenged.

"Nah it's just… it's kinda fuckin' disgusting." Half-Sack stated shaking his head as he tried to wrap his brain around the information he was being given.

"'Scuse me? You just call my girl's pussy disgusting?" Happy barked with a raised brow as Bobby and Tig snickered when Half-Sack's eyes got huge in realization of the implications of his statement. Sara just winced a little at the crass question but stayed silent and sipped her mixed drink. She knew Half-Sack meant nothing by it, but he'd dug his own grave and it was up to him to take the fall.

"N-No, no I didn't mean it like that." He said to Hap. "I just meant like… periods and shit."

"Didn't sound like that to me, Hap…" Tig goaded gleefully. Sara placed a gentle hand on Hap's wrist that was wrapped around her waist.

"Its okay, baby, he just doesn't know what he's missing. He'll figure it out when he's older…" She soothed, throwing Half-Sack a figurative safety rope. She knew Happy was only joking, but he loved to scare the Prospect and didn't always recognize when hazing crossed into terrorizing. Happy snorted and bent down to kiss her neck.

"You're lucky my girl likes you." He hissed at Sack who just gulped and nodded. Sara winked at him once Happy looked away and he gave her a grim smile. Poor man's mind was just blown with the information he'd been given, and he'd narrowly escaped getting forced into the ring with Happy. Sack may be a good boxer but he'd get his ass handed to him if he got in the ring with a brother. He'd just be expected to take a beating, and Sara didn't feel like watch her friend get pummeled.

"Fuck you, that shit is natural and beautiful." Tig chastised with a point at Half-Sack. "Man up."

"Thanks, Tig, that's lovely." Sara commended before turning to her friend with some amount of pity, "Listen. If you aren't into it, no big deal. Don't let these guys freak you out. If you do wanna give it a try, just take her in the shower and do it in there. Don't look down, and you won't even notice the difference."

"Nah man, you'll be able to smell the blood." Tig stated, shaking his head. "'Specially if she has a heavy flow, man. It's like a goddamn penny factory when that steam kicks up."

"'Sides, what's the fun in doin' her when she's bleeding if you don't even notice?" Happy countered Sara, much to Tig's amusement. Sara glared up at him as he smirked down at her.

"You're not helping…" She grumbled.

"Not what you said last time I parted your Red Sea." He teased indelicately and she blushed at the memory.

"Listen, Sack. If you don't want to do it, send her to me for a week every month. I'll work out those pains for her…" Tig coached, leading the conversation toward some other crass topic but Sara and Hap were too wrapped up in their own quiet flirting.

"I think you traumatized poor Sack." Sara pouted, turning to wrap her arms around Hap's neck.

"He'll be aight. Gotta learn how to take care of his woman if he wants to be a Son."

"I'm not sure period sex is in the handbook…"

"Nah, but we can't have no pussies in the club. He can't handle that blood; he can't handle any blood. Weird enough that he's a fuckin' veg-head."

"Nothing wrong with being vegetarian." She hummed and Happy scoffed in disagreement.

"Think he eats pussy?" Happy asked with an arrogant smirk. "Or does that count as fish?"

"Fuck off, I don't smell like fish." She growled in horror, slapping his shoulder.

"Not yours, but like… you know…others."

"If it smells like fish, you better not be sticking anything in it. Jesus Christ." She chastised, feeling scandalized and briefly concerned. "You're gonna give me a goddamn complex if you keep talking about this."

"I'm joking, calm your shit." He finally assured with an eyeroll. Fuckin' girls were so sensitive about that shit. "Either way, you think he does?"

"I don't really care if he eats pussy." She whispered with a small giggle. "So long as you keep doin' it."

Happy dipped his head down to capture her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth roughly. Her arms tightened around his neck as she raised up on her tiptoes to kiss him more deeply. His hands slid down her back to grip her ass before lifting her to wrap around his hips. She giggled into the kiss as she was lifted, hearing the vulgar hoot of Tig behind her.

"Take it in the back." Bobby dismissed with a chuckle. Ignoring Tig's shout to 'let the Prospect watch so he can take notes', Happy turned and carried her toward the back despite her playful shriek of protest.

"You don't even have a room!" She laughed as he turned past JT's bike to go down the hall. He pressed her back into the wall in response, holding her up with his hips so that his hands were free to paw at her chest.

"Happy…" She argued weakly, already arching into his touch.

"Hmm?" He hummed in response, knowing full well she was nearly past reasoning.

"We can't… not here."

"Relax, no one's back here."

"But—what if…ah… someone—mm.. comes back?" She managed to squeak out as he nipped her earlobes and pulse point.

"I can be quick." He urged quietly, slipping his hands under her tank to slide up and under her bra.

"So, the usual then?" She asked with a laugh at her own joke. He scoffed.

"Fuckin' back that shit up, woman. You know I can make it last." He chuckled before tickling her ribs, holding her tightly as she writhed.

"Haha-H-Hap-Happy! I'm-ahah-I'm sor—Hahaha- I'm sorry! I take it back!" She managed to get out between shrieks of laughter. He stilled his torture and slipped a hand under her ass to lift her back around his waist from where she slid down. She smiled the way it seemed easy to just lift her up, as if she weighed nothing. It wasn't like she was self-conscious about her weight, but it didn't hurt to have him toss her around like it was no big deal.

"Just fuckin' do it." He challenged with a smirk. "You scared?"

"No… Fine." She pushed back, knowing he was baiting her; it was his fucking clubhouse. If he really wanted to do it, he could deal with the consequences.

"Fine." He mimicked with an eyeroll. "You and your goddamn attitude." He wasn't sure why he was hell-bent on fucking her in the hallway. Months ago, he'd have been horrified to think of the guys seeing her get off, but now, in the moment, the thought made him hard to have them all hear her screams of pleasure. Maybe he was feeling more secure in their relationship or some shit; he didn't put too much thought into it as he groped her ass and the blood drained more and more from his brain to his cock.

"Just shut the fuck up and get going." She responded with her own eyeroll. He let her slip to her feet to unbutton and strip out of her shorts and gingerly step out of them in her heels. He pressed his hands into the wall on either side of her to watch as she unbuckled his belt and freed his cock from the fly of his underwear. She pumped it a few times with her hand to get it to full mast before letting him lift her again. With one hand, she pulled her thong to the side and used to other to help guide as he pushed into her slowly.

"Oh fuck." She hissed as he slipped in. They hadn't really built up to it but she wasn't about to tell him to slow down; she wasn't soaked but she was wet enough. The heightened resistance only made him feel bigger as he stretched her. Her body adjusted quickly to accept him as gravity pulled her down on him farther. He started moving in her as her hands gripped his shoulders to help stabilize.

"Let me see your tits." He murmured as she arched into the wall he held her against. "Come on, baby. Show your man your titties." He urged and, with a cursory glance down the hall, she pulled her shirt and bra up, pushing her breasts out the bottom. "That's my girl."

"Oh fuck, Hap." She mewed as her body caught up to the sensations and her pussy started dripping down her thighs and onto his underwear. And while he'd done his best to make it quick, it wasn't quick enough. She started with a jump when one of the doors opened in the hall, but Happy simply reached up and pulled her shirt down before burying his face in her neck, covering her. His large hands gripped her ass, effectively blocking the view of any of her fun bits.

"Hap-Happy." She stuttered, tapping her hand on his shoulder sharply. She felt him chuckle into her neck at her mortification but didn't stop thrusting though and despite her best efforts, he kept her pinned the wall, hips rocking into her. Juice stepped out of his room and she saw him glance in their general direction. She watched as Juice's eyes flash dark and flick down the length of her body pressed to the wall.

"Uhhh... I just… sorry." Juice stuttered; eyes big as realization of what—or who— he was looking at set in. It wasn't unusual for someone to be fuckin' in the halls, but it'd never been her and Hap.

"Sorry." Sara yelped, biting her lip as Happy continued to work her over and a flush of desire—or embarrassment?— tinged her cheeks pink. Juice cleared his throat and looked away as he locked his dorm door and shuffled past them.

"You like that?" Happy whispered into her neck once Juice had turned the corner. "You like having my brothers watch while I fuck you?" His words pulled a moan from her, but she was hesitant to answer. "You can't lie to me, I felt that pussy tighten." No fucking way was she going to answer that. It was a sticky topic leading to a slippery slope that would only result in trouble. "Relax, baby. It's just talk. You know I ain't gonna share you or nothin'." He assured with a grunt, pulling his head back to watch her reaction. She slowly nodded, still not positive she wanted to reveal her answer. She did like being watched. A wicked grin flashed across his face. "Good to know."

He came a few thrusts later with a groan before slumping over her. He gently let her down onto her feet as he pulled from her, tucking himself back in his jeans and past the dampened entrance to his underwear.

"Go get cleaned up." He dismissed with a quick kiss and a smack on the ass when she bent to grab her shorts. She scurried into the hall bathroom as he made his way back into the main clubhouse area.

"Ay, don't be traumatizing Juicey boy. He's impressionable." Chibs teased Happy once he emerged from the back. A glance in the younger man's direction showed a dark blush on Juice's cheeks despite his avoidance of eye contact and sudden interest in reading the label on his beer bottle.

"He'll be aight. Now he's seen it, so he knows how a good fucking should look for whenever he finally gets his dick wet." Happy teased back loudly, moving towards Chibs and pulling out a cigarette. He offered one to the Scotsman before lighting his own.

"Hey!" Juice shot back defensively. "You guys know I fuck." He whined, taking a the shot of tequila that Half-Sack slid his way out of solidarity.

"We know you stick your dick in wet holes; jury's out on whether its fuckin'." Tig chided much to the amusement of Bobby, Chibs, and Hap. Half-Sack just seemed relieved to have someone else the target of their playful mockery.

"Where's ya lass?" Chibs asked, looking down the hall behind Happy expectantly.

"Pushing my cum out of her pussy." Happy answered crassly with a satisfied smile. He knew Sara would be horrified he'd said that, but he couldn't help himself. He was still flying on the high of an orgasm and exhibitionism, besides he knew the guys knew what he'd been doing anyway since Juice had clearly run his mouth. Chibs snorted into his beer before laughing loudly.

"That's it, laddie. Paint those walls." Chibs clapped Happy on the back.

"Jesus Christ, you know she's like my sister, right?" Juice shot back, shaking his head. "I don't wanna see that shit."

"One, you ain't blood-related so your feelin's don't mean shit; and two, too bad because she got off on it." Happy shrugged, grabbing his own beer. When Sara emerge a few moments later there was silence. She stood there for a beat before rolling her eyes at the awkward but amused tone of the clubhouse.

"Jesus Christ, Hap. What did you say?" She sighed, blushing deeply and making her way to him, avoiding the eyes of the other men. She squeezed between him and the bar to gaze up at him, his arms still resting on the wooden bar behind her.

"Nothin' that ain't true, darlin'." He smirked down at her. "Take it up with your 'brother-from-another-mother'. He's the one that ran his mouth like a fuckin' perv about watchin' you get railed." He stated loudly gesturing to Juice. Much to Happy's satisfaction, both Sara and Juice blushed deeply and avoided eye contact with each other.

"I was not watching. I saw it because you were fucking her in the hall outside my room." Juice defended to the amusement of the other guys. Sara mumbled 'thanks a lot' into Hap's shirt and just hid her face in Hap's broad chest until the conversation shifted to mechanics. He smelled like leather and sweat and Old Spice and cigarette smoke. He carried on in the conversation as if she weren't wrapped in him, fingers under his kutte scratching soothingly over his back. This was how they were supposed to be. Him with the Club and her with him. She slipped her fingers into the pocket of his kutte slowly, leaving the wadded-up fabric for him to find later. She smiled to herself before frowning when she remembered her long list of things she needed to get done.

"I'm gonna head out. I gotta run some errands." She whispered pulling away from him to look up and meet his eyes. He nodded. "You home for dinner?" He nodded once again. "You wanna grill for me, tough guy?" She teased, running her hands over the hard muscles of his chest appreciatively.

"Only if you wear somethin' nice for me." He offered, wiggling his brows suggestively. He wasn't talking about a nice dress, that she knew for sure.

"You got it." She agreed, leaning up to kiss him once more before slipping out of his arms. She gave a wave to the other guys but didn't bother interrupting. The ones who noticed gave her a brief wave goodbye as she made her way out the doors and slipped her sunglasses on. With a smirk, she could feel her shorts rubbing against her slit, without her panties to prevent the friction. She briefly wondered how long it would take him to notice they were in his kutte.

A/N: Okay so this was mostly fluff and smut but I'd written it a long time ago and I just couldn't bring myself to cut it from the lineup, I just like so many aspects of it. C'est la vie. But enough about how I feel about it, review and let me know YOUR thoughts. We will hop right back into the plot with the next chapter.