And You Will Always Remain In My Heart

"Princess?" Happy called out from inside the house.

If I was a more generous person, I would have yelled out to him, but I wasn't feeling all that charitable right now... At least not to him or anyone else from the MC. They had decided that the best thing for the Club to do was to send my boyfriend away to negotiate new terms with the IRA to get the Cartel the firearms that they wanted. Yeah, SAMCRO voted to get into bed with a Mexican drug Cartel and honestly those two organizations could go fuck themselves. Yeah... I'm petty like that.

"Princess?" He called out again from the back door of the house. "Andie? Are you out here?" He must have finally seen me because the next thing I hear was a slightly annoyed, "Andie, did you hear me calling you?"

"What?" I answered as I looked up from pulling weeds in our garden. Yep, I was going to play up that I was completely engrossed in gardening right now. "Oh! Hey, Grumpy. I didn't expect you home. What's up?"

He glared at me for a couple of steps, but that faded away once he got to my side. "I'm just making a pit stop to pick up the essentials before I head up North. I saw your truck in the driveway, so I figured I'd say a proper goodbye, but... well... I thought you'd be in bed."

"Yeah, me too... But I couldn't sleep, so I decided to come out here and get some natural therapy."

"Natural therapy?"

I chuckled then answered, "I don't know what the technical term would be for gardening therapy. But, if you're here, I could really go for some sexual healing."

He once again looked unimpressed but this time there was a tinge of pain around his eyes when he said, "Andie, I... I can't..."

"I know," I cut-in. I finally stood up so that I could place a soft kiss on his lips. "I really do. But you can't blame a girl for trying."

"So, says you," he actually teased back. "But back to reality. I'm heading out now."

I frowned then said, "Okay. Will you be back for the fundraiser?"

"I should be."

"Should?" I pouted more profoundly as I added, "Please try hard to get back for it. I could really use my partner at my side to help try to save one of my favorite parts of the community. Please?"

He kissed me then very seriously answered, "I will do everything in my power to get back before the fundraiser, Princess... Better?"

"Much. Even if it's just lip service, I appreciate it, Grumpy."

"Lip service? Ohh... If I didn't need to head out now..."

"Sorry! I didn't mean it like that!"

"I know you didn't. It's a potluck, right? What are you making?"

I turned my eyes down to the garden then answered, "The tomatoes and onions are doing so well because of Rita's help, so I was thinking fresh salsa and homemade corn chips. Plus a few kegs of beer, the sodas and some cash."

"Wow. That sounds very generous."

"I love the gardens."

"I believe you," he replied before he kissed my cheek. "I'll call you when I get up there."

"Okay. I'll try to stay up."

"Please don't," he quickly countered as he placed a very firm kiss on my lips. "You need to sleep before your night shift, so please be sleeping when I call."

"All I can promise is that I'll try my best."

"That's what I like to hear, Princess."

"I aim to please. Drive safe and take care up there, Grumpy."

"You know I will," he replied before he gave me one last kiss goodbye.

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Since Happy was up North with Kozik negotiating terms with the Irish to smuggle their guns into the country, I chose to work nights at my bar instead of days at the restaurant. The Buffalo Grill was doing alright, but the Buffalo Bar was still my bread and butter. People didn't seem to have as many issues with going to a Club endorsed bar as they did a SAMCRO endorsed restaurant. Don't get me wrong, the restaurant was doing okay, especially for its first year, but the bar was the reason I didn't have to go to work... unless I wanted to... Which also meant an extra hand there was always welcomed too.

And believe me, I WANTED to work so that I had a distraction. That meant that I spent my nights bussing tables and running orders to customers. Cody laughed the first night when he saw me place the tips I had picked up from my tables into a communal jar behind the bar.

"What?" I asked as I dropped the twenty dollars in small bills in the pot. "Seriously...? What's so funny Cody?"

"Nothing," he tried to brush me off as he placed a tub on clean glasses on the bar to unload them. I gave him a look as he started to pull them out that made him laugh again. "Okay... Fine. Look at you acting like you're the new waitress on staff. How much would it blow some of the customers minds to know the owner is running their orders to them?"

"Well... From most of the questions I've been fielding about Opie and Jax, I'd say pretty much everyone already knows."

"Shit, really?"

"Really." I then glared at him and very sternly scolded him saying, "And you SERIOUSLY have to stop insinuating to everyone that my twin brother and his best friend are gay. If it gets back to them, I'm so not going to protect you Cody."

"Aww Boss don't say that..."

"Cody..." I tried again in the same warning tone.

"What? I swear it will NEVER get back to them."

I continued to glare at him, albeit half-heartedly now, before I kissed his cheek and said, "It better not."

The best part about being the runner in my bar at night meant that I crashed hard and slept during the day. And by slept, I mean a slept like the dead. Which was perfect because when I slept that deeply, I didn't dream. That was a fucking godsend because I seemed to always have the most messed up dreams when Happy was out of town. And I really didn't want to know what my subconscious had to say about my situation right now.

So, you can imagine my surprise when I woke up to the sensation of lips caressing my flesh. I came out of my deep sleep slowly because I still remembered that today was my first real day off. After having a hot bubble bath when I got home from work, I knew I didn't have to set an alarm before I fell into bed and crashed hard.

"Princess," Happy whispered as he peppered my cheek and neck with soft embraces. "Please wake up, Princess."

As I started to become more alert, I turned over onto my right side to face him. I still wasn't ready to open my eyes, but I wasn't opposed to him kissing the left side of my face too. He, thankfully, didn't disappoint, but he limited his embraces to my lips and cheek.

I must have frowned unconsciously because the next thing I knew, I felt him huff out a laugh against my lips. "Princess, I know you're awake. Please open your eyes."

I let out an unhappy grumble of a noise then replied (with my eyes still firmly closed), "The last time you did this, there was coffee involved."

"That's true," he agreed before he kissed me again. "But we don't have to get out of bed today."

That comment caused my eyes to fly open as my left hand landed against Happy's left cheek. "Why Mr. Lowman, does that me we can stay in bed while you fuck my brains out all day?"

"You bet your ass it does."

I stared at him for a breath before I surged forward to lay claim Happy's lips. I met zero resistance as I rolled him over onto his back and blanketed his body. In fact, he moved his hands to my back to help keep me anchored against his body.

I pulled back from his lips so that I could sit up on his lap. Happy just watched as I move both of his hands under my t-shirt to place them on my naked breasts. He needed no prompting or encouragement to get him to massage my flesh as I pulled my shirt up and over my head. After I threw my shirt across the room, I looked down at him an let out a soft chuckle. He really meant it when he said we didn't' have to get out of bed because he had gotten into it completely naked. Damn, how much do I wish I had done the same thing this morning? He then sat up and replied his hand with his mouth against one of my breasts. I swear the things this man could do with his mouth was exquisite. It definitely made up for how little he spoke sometimes. I would take this oral attention over listening to him drone on about some random topic any day.

NO, that's a lie. I LOVE listening to his voice. It was low, gravely and always held an edge of danger to it. He was an apex predator and I was his willing prey. Hell, I've gotten wet just listening to him talk about his bike. That only sucks when it happens over the phone and I'm not going to see him for a couple of days.

I moved my hands to his head and started to massage the sides of it. "Oh Grumpy, that's amazing. I've missed you so much."

He kissed a path along my chest then pulled back to look up into my face. "Missed you too. And with the guys in Arizona, I don't have to go anywhere... for a few days."

"Seriously? You don't even have to go into TM?"

He shook his head. "Clay said to take a couple days off as a thank you for everything I did up North."

"Shit... Really? I'll call Cody later to tell him not to expect to hear from me for the foreseeable future."

"That's what I wanted to hear, Princess. Now up."

I lifted myself up just far enough that he could work my panties off my hips. Once we had them wrapped around my right ankle, I moved back into position. He ran the tips of his fingers up and down the length of my spine while I impaled myself on his length. It wasn't often that he let me ride him like this, so I wanted to relish being in the position of power right now.

He continued to trace the line of my spine until I started to slowly rock myself on him. At first, he just placed his hands on my hips while he kept himself perfectly still. Although I enjoyed a slower pace once in a while, right now I was doing it just to tease him. I really wanted to see how long he would let me keep this pace. I had him all to myself and I was going to have fun playing with him.

Happy closed his eyes as his hands squeezed my hips hard enough to bruise them. I almost laughed because I knew he was doing it to remind himself not to take over. I guess that meant I had teased him long enough. So, I dropped my hands to his pecs to give me some leverage so that I could quicken my pace. He opened his eyes and shifted his tight grip to allow him to thrust to match the rhythm I was trying to set.

Aas we fell into perfect synch, I moved my hands to his shoulder and tugged on them gently as I quietly implored, "Come here, Grumpy." He just stared up at me, so I tugged more insistently saying, "Please? I've missed you."

He watched me for a few breaths before he finally sat up and wrapped me in a hug. I shifted to kiss his lips before I snuggled into his chest to hug him back. "Took you long enough," I teased as I playfully bit his earlobe.

He shifted his grip on my thighs so that he could then flip me onto my back. I would have giggled, but he stole my breath away as he started a new, punishing pace. He kissed my lips, but I couldn't reciprocate because I was trying to catch my breath just so that I could function. He laughed at the look he put on my face. I would have been annoyed but he chose that moment to drop his hands on either side of my head to help him not only keep up the pace, but push himself to new lengths inside of me.

I never got a chance to catch my breath, so I had to let out a silent scream when my orgasm hit me. I was so blissed out that I couldn't participate while he used my body to work himself to completion. I swear he was the first man who ever truly fucked me. Seriously, it was hard, rough and animalistic, but it was exactly what I wanted from him.

Since he had pretty much turned me into a ragdoll, he picked me up to place me back on the bed properly. I watched as he moved around the room, but I tried not to make it too obvious that I was watching him. Much to my delight, he was still completely naked when he crawled back under the sheets.

I waited until it felt like he was settled on his left side before I placed my hand on the back of his neck to pull myself forward to kiss him. "That was a good start."

"Good start?" He questioned as he rolled over onto his back.

I cuddled up to his side and kissed his neck a couple of times. "You promised to fuck my brains out. THAT was a good start."

He wrapped his arm around my torso so that he could smack one of my butt cheeks as he replied, "You bet your ass it was."

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Happy woke up when I threw his phone onto the bed and nearly hit his face. He glared at the screen after he picked it up, so I said, "It's Clay" before I turned and left the room.

When he found me, I was back in the kitchen pulling fries out of the pot of boiling oil. I was working on preparing fried chicken tenders and French fries for us when I heard Happy's phone ringing. I knew I shouldn't have answered the damn thing. Or better yet, I should have tossed it out into the yard.

"You got dressed," he commented as he stepped into the room.

I kept my focus on the task at hand (because you don't mess around boiling oil. That's just asking for trouble) as I answered, "I didn't want to take my chances with the hot oil." I briefly turned to look at him over my shoulder to confirm my suspicion that he had gotten dressed too. "Not that it matters."

"You could have made something that didn't involve boiling oil."

I pulled the last couple of chicken tenders out from the frying oil and put them on the plate. I the picked up the plate of fries and the plate of fried chicken and finally turned to properly face Happy. Our eyes met briefly, so I made sure to move my gaze to the table top so that the tears I felt wanting to gather wouldn't form.

"I had a craving. Plus..." I sniffled then turned my eyes to look up at him again. "Plus... I thought it'd be fun to feed each other finger food in bed." He took a step forward to try to hug me, so I took a couple of large steps away from him saying, "And again... not that it matters, but I only pulled on a t-shirt... You actually got fully dressed."

"I did."

I glared at him when he only offered that simple reply and questioned, "Are you seriously going to make me ask why?"

He picked up a couple of fries and replied as he snacked on them, "They need me up at the warehouse."

He then moved over to the broom closet and pulled out a bag I have never seen before. I sat down at the table and pulled one of the chicken tenders apart. What can I say? It was our first meal of the day and I was beyond famished. I dunked the chicken into a homemade honey mustard sauce I had perfected for the menu at the bar, but suddenly I didn't want to eat it. Instead, I just stared at it.

When I remained immobile, Happy sat down beside me and took the chicken tender out of my hand. He dunked it into the dip one more time before he moved to feed it to me. I thought about no accepting the food he was feeding me, but it smelled amazing and I was fucking hungry.

Once I started chewing my food he said, "I really love the way you mind works. I'm sorry we can do the whole feeding each other in bed today."

"You were supposed to be on vacation," I commented once I swallowed my food.

He was nibbling on some chicken as if he was contemplating the perfect words before he replied, "They need me up at the warehouse."

I glared at him then stood up so that he couldn't try to feed me again. I walked over to the cupboard above the microwave and didn't care how reaching up into it would prove to Happy that I was only wearing a t-shirt. After I pulled down a bottle of my favorite Scotch, I plucked a clean glass from the drying rack in the sink and sat down at the opposite side of the table from where he was seated.

After I swallowed down a couple of mouthfuls, I finally asked, "How long will they need you there?"

He kept eating with an eerie calmness as he replied, "Shouldn't take long."

"What shouldn't take long?"

"I can't tell you that."

I watched as he continued to eat the meal I had prepared as if it were any other day and I snapped. I slammed the bottle I had been pouring my drink from down onto the table with enough force that I was surprised it remained intact. He didn't seem to phased by it, so I made school to reign my emotions in so that my tone remained icy and calm as I said, "Fine then... I'll just ask Opie to fill me in about it."

"No, you won't."

I turned my eyes to him as I drank down the contents of my glass. He was no longer eating or trying to look nonchalant. Now he was watching me as I poured myself another glassful of Scotch.

Before I drank this glass down, I held it up as if I was inspecting the contents as I asked, "And why wouldn't I call my twin brother to find out why my boyfriend is bailing on me during our stay-cation together?"

"Because I asked you not to."

"Asked?" I retorted with a derisive laugh. "Sounded more like an order to me. Kind of like a Master telling his Bitch to heel."

"Andie... Please, don't do that."

"And why not...? Happy...?"

I rarely used his given name since his nickname came to me so easily. It just rolled off the tongue and felt so natural that I couldn't help but call him "Grumpy", so hearing "Happy" now actually gave him a moment of pause.

"Because... I... I asked you to." I glared at him for so long that he finally added, "Because... I'll tell you what I can when it's done, okay?"

I continued to glare at him, but I know I sounded less severe than I wanted to when I answered, "Since they're poaching you from our vacation time, you better."

"So that's why you're pissed? That I'm cutting our naked time short?"

"No," I retorted angrily. "I'm annoyed because the MC seems to be doing everything in its power to keep us apart. We were supposed to have more than 36 hours of alone time together and now... Now they've called you away to play 'Big Bad Biker'. Why do they keep sending you asway? I talked to Dad and Opie about us... They said they were cool with us being together and yet... They keep doing whatever they can possibly think of to keep us from actually spending time together. THAT'S why I'm pissed."

He stared at me with wide eyes as he ate another piece of chicken while I spoke. After I was finished my... tirade... he looked like he was going to continue to eat, but then he suddenly started to laugh. Seriously? I just poured my heart out to him and he was laughing? Goddammit! Why do guys have to be such insensitive pricks?

Well, he could laugh all he wanted. But I didn't have to sit here and listen to it. I pushed my chair back from the table and stood up with every intention of leaving. But, unfortunately, he did the same thing and quickly blocked my exit. He took a step towards me, so I picked up the Scotch bottle by the neck and held it up like a baseball bat.

"Woah... what are you going to do with that, Princess? Beat me?"

"I should because you deserve worse for laughing at me."

"I wasn't laughing at you."

I let out a loud scoff then retorted in a truly unimpressed voice, "Yeah... right."

"Yeah, that IS right." He stopped then took in a deep breath and visibly forced himself to calm down. "Princess, I was laughing at how ridiculous this fight is."

"So now I'm ridiculous?!"

"NO!" He practically shouted before he closed his eyes and once again forced himself to take in another deep breath. When he opened his eyes, I was expecting to see the icy, dark glare of a serial killer that I had heard so much about over the years, but that wasn't what happened. Instead, he had a pleading look on his face as he said, "I... I really have to go... But... Please come here, Andie."

"Why?" I questioned suspiciously as he sat down at the table.

"Because I can't leave to do my job with you being this angry at me. Please Andie... Please come here so I can try to plead my case?"

I wanted to hold onto my anger, but suddenly I no longer wanted to. If I was being honest, I could admit that I wasn't actually mad at him. It was Opie and Piney what I could be beating over the head with a baseball bat. Plus, he was dunking another chicken tender in sauce and I could feel my stomach growl because I was fucking famished.

"Okay," I agreed while I pulled my chair up to the table.

Happy cleared his throat and shook his head immediately. I let out a soft sigh before I made my way to the chair beside him. Once again, he shook his head resolutely and then patted his lap. I swallowed the next sigh and complied with his silent request. As soon as I was seated, his right hand moved up to massage my neck while his left brought the chicken tender up to my lips. The only thing I didn't hesitate to do was to take a couple of dainty bites from the food he offered me.

Once I was eating again, Happy made a show of putting each of his fingers into his mouth to clean them off one by one. Just I was about to ask him what he was doing, he put two of his fingers back into his mouth just to wet them. Once he had as much saliva on them as he could get, he then moved his hand under the table and under the hem of my t-shirt. I dropped the tender back onto the plate so my hands would be free to grip the table because I knew he was as skilled with his fingers as he was with this mouth.

"They aren't doing it on purpose. I have special skills and he more work I do the bigger my cut will be. I hate being away from you too, but I'm... I'm really doing this for us."

I dropped my head so my forehead was pressed against his cheekbone. I felt his skin move as he smiled before he whispered, "Don't fight it, Princess. Just let the pleasure take you over. Come on... I can feel you're so close... Let it happened... Please..."

I huffed out a breath of a laugh before I let myself relax. That's when a wave of pleasure rushed over me. He rubbed his cheek against my forehead as if to mind me to just let what I was feeling flow through me. So, that's what I did. I shut my brain off... Well no... His magic fingers shut my brain off for me and I did nothing to fight it.

After I finished moaning, I turned Happy's face so that I could kiss him.

"See? I told you I had special skills."

"HAPPY!" I cried out before I kissed him again. "You aren't funny."

"Yes, I am," he countered with a cheeky grin as he passed me another chicken tender. "You just don't have a sense of humor when you're hungry."