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Her chest rose and fell heavily. Her skin was smothered with a light haze of sweat. The deep surrounding silence was broken from nothing but heavy breathing, which came out of her more and more stertorous as a big hand encircled her throat, applying slight pressure.

He held her in place, her back against his chest, the back of her head resting against his shoulders while his mouth sucked at her neck, nibbling and biting.

A little whimper escaped her mouth as his left hand cupped her breast, starting to knead it roughly while his thumb brushed across a soft nipple contrary gentle and smooth.

"Missed you." And there were goosebumps rising into her skin when his voice sounded raspy and low against her neck before he let go of her throat, cupping her chin, moving her head, so that he could pull her into a fierce kiss that was filled with hunger.

Meanwhile his hand left her breast and made its way down slowly, with feathery fingertips that were caressing down her stomach until he reached her core.

She shuddered in anticipation and broke the kiss when a small sigh escaped her lips, followed by him growling lowly as his fingertips stroke the sensitive spot between her folds.

He didn't let go of her when he pushed her forward until she reached the dresser in front of her. And she was just about to bend down, when he turned her around and his lips were on hers in an instant.

His hands came to her hips, lifting her off the floor and sitting her down onto the dresser before he broke the kiss and bent her legs up, spreading them widely.

His eyes were dark, his continuous stare intense, his expression aggressive but filled with desire as he entered her slowly before he watched himself sliding in and out of her with a craving look she hadn't ever seen in all the time that she knew him..

His thrusts were deep, and hard, partly slow and shallow. The ongoing changing pace was causing her mind to stop working and made low mews turn into loud moans quickly. It felt like an engine was pumping anger through his body at irregular intervals, before it hit his center and made her scream.

The second he hit that one damn spot she'd only heard about yet, she arched her back and dug her nails into his skin, getting a grunt in response, filled with pleasure.

And she began to cry out loud when he suddenly started to drill into her, tantalizing that very spot over and over like a pneumatic-driven lunatic, while his thumb rubbed her clit roughly and caused her to scream at the top of her lungs.

He was making her lose her fucking mind.

Alex wasn't used to letting go completely. She wasn't used to not giving a fuck about all the noises coming out of her; about her physical appearance. Usually she was way too busy with being all sexy and putting up whatever fucking show for the man in front of her. But she dared to think she'd just never met the right man who was able to make her forget about all of that. For sure she didn't, given by the fact that Happy was able to make her forget her own goddamn name with an easiness that not even the holy Father was showing while he was praying the goddamn Hail Mary.

The dresser she sat on bumped into the wall continuously and objects were hitting the floor; loud and roughly. But all she was able to do was let her head fall back, her lips spread open, cries coming out of her, while her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head.

Suddenly his movements stilled and her screams died down as she looked up at him, breathing heavy and fast, her thighs twitching, her body trembling.

She saw the spark of a pleased smirk coming to his lips before he bent down, attacking her mouth with his own all over again. An aggressive kiss that was hungry and hard, full of desire she'd never felt before.

His muscles were flexing beneath her fingertips, his breath brushing her skin slightly while he began to move his hips again; slowly.

But it didn't take long before he left her lips and buried his face into the crook of her neck, as she suddenly heard moans coming out of him.

They weren't the type of moans men used to let out during sex while trying to prove their non-existing virility. They were intense and loud moans, deep and raspy, almost sounding agonized, joining the twitching length inside of her before everything went still…

…Alex literally jumped up into a sitting position, her heart beating rapidly within her chest as if she was trying to win a marathon. She felt sweaty and exhausted, her mind racing a million miles, her eyes wide open, staring into the slowly illuminating room, while she frantically tried to catch her breath. Usually when she woke up like that, she was suffering the aftermath of a goddamn nightmare. But this wasn't a nightmare, this was…yeah.

It wasn't new to her though. She was hunted by those dreams since that day she'd caught Happy with Jen. That one sweetbutt Alex herself wanted to do some dirty things with. She hadn't though, not yet at least.

Jen was tall and pretty and well-built, with firm tits that were as big as a pillow, hips that were meant to be grabbed, a round ass that begged to be slapped. Watching that girl scream while she got fucked by a man Alex wanted to feel so badly in every imaginable position? That was something she wasn't able to forget about. The way he touched her, the way he kissed her, the way he thrusted into her…Jesus fucking Christ.

Happy still didn't know that she'd watched him and she sure as shit wasn't about to tell him. And she knew she was supposed to be annoyed or hurt or whatever negative feeling was normal in this kinda situation, but she wasn't. This was hot shit, and she'd rather be turned on. Feeling as if she was some burning torch, squeezing her legs together as a growing heat at her center began to dampen her panties. So she ended up in her bed, playing memory-driven with herself for half of the goddamn night, jumping over the edge intensely...multiple times.

It had to be what happened in the spare-room the night before, because usually she did not have those dreams while she slept beside him. This was something new, though they'd shared a bed before. Although she didn't know why. They sure weren't made to do that.

Even though Happy wasn't much of a snoring person, he damn sure wasn't some quiet mouse either. He had this nerve busting habit to lean his head back into his neck with parted lips, so that his breathing was unbelievable loud and definitely not to be ignored. And if he didn't, his presence still wasn't to be missed. She even could tell if he was sleeping, dozing or awake; his breathing changed with all of those states. Not that she had any rights to complain. Other than him, depending on her position, she did snore sometimes — an ugly remnant of a broken nose from a bitchfight seven years ago.

They sure shouldn't have slept next to each other, but they still did sometimes. Mostly after a movie or after talking for an eternity, cuddled up light fucking teddy-bears. Then he used to have his left arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, while he always managed to somehow steal the goddamn blanket from her. Alex was sure, Happy was the reason for at least two flu's that were tantalizing her for almost a week throughout the years.

Said arm now laid across her lap, suddenly moving around her hips before he lazily tried to tug her down again.

"Since when do you moan while you sleep?" He mumbled with a hoarse and sleepy voice, causing her eyes to widen even more.

This was weird.

"Nightmare." She stated, taking a deep breath. But this wasn't a nightmare and his hand felt like fire around her hips and she didn't want to lay down beside him anymore; she was sure she would do something stupid. Like grabbing his dick and shoving it up her pussy without thinking about the consequences. Though she couldn't just go and sleep in the spare-room. She never slept there and why would she consider it after a nightmare?

And the last relaxation was gone when she felt and heard him chuckle behind her.

"Nightmare, huh?"

Well, fuck, this was… "Gonna tell me who the lucky one was?"… Forget weird, this was painfully awkward and embarrassing. What was she supposed to say? 'You!'?

No, that wasn't going to happen. She could've come up with whatever fucking name. Like Donald, or Ronald, or Thomas, or Mickey…no, not Mickey, that was stupid; "Jen." but of course she chose the first name popping up in her mind, what happened to be the most stupid thing she could've answered at all. And this low growl that was escaping him confirmed her quickly.

"Would kill to share that dream." He then said and Alex squeezed her eyes shut. Of course he did, he loved Jen. Well, actually he loved her tits and those mind-blowing skills when it came to sucking dick. And Alex knew, he wasn't adversed from her too; watching them both doing the dirty dance, that probably would've been the ultimate scene for him.

When he tried once more to pull her down, he succeeded and finally she found herself on her back.

"Hope I was joining." He then said bluntly, causing her heart to skip a beat. This was so weird. Even for them, this was so unbelievable weird. And before she was able to come up with whatever goddamn answer, she already saw an impertinent and knowing smirk coming to his lips.

Of course he knew. He always knew everything. Sometimes it felt as if he could read her mind. He probably also knew that Jen wasn't even there. And if he didn't know, he definitely was assuming.

"You done embarrassing me?" She snapped, wiggling her ass slightly in an attempt to slide away from him. His arm still felt like fire and his teasing tone and face wasn't helping the slightest to turn her off.

"Nothing embarrassing about that…" He retorted and trailed off while pulling her closer again, tugging the blanket across her body before he went on lazily; "Can't count how many times I woke up with filthy shorts because of you."

This was bold, and blunt…but it was all Happy and for whatever reason made her feel less stupid somehow. Although she wasn't sure what made her feel stupid in the first place; why she was feeling so embarrassed at all. She actually wasn't much of a shy person; how could she be? And there weren't many moments she felt embarrassed around him anymore; not after he'd caught her ransacking his porn-collection when she was fifteen. Back then she was so preoccupied with trying to figure out if the covers were grossing her out or turning her on, that she hadn't even heard him until someone was clearing his throat. She'd then jumped in shock and spun around, just to find her brother and Happy leaning in the doorway, looking at her a little dumbfounded…and smirking. As if they weren't sure if it was better to be amused or confused. Well, she couldn't blame then. Until then, she more or less was something like a 'Yuck!'-person when it came to sex and was the last person that would've searched through one hell of a porn-collection.

Happy did have a lot of those and nowadays Alex knew all of them. Probably because she now was almost 29 and wasn't much of a 'Yuck'-person anymore. Actually she really had a thing for good sex. Forget that, she absolutely loved it. And this brought her back to reality, where she felt the heavy urge to wiggle away again. Because that calloused thumb brushing across her hips simply drove her nuts.

"Maybe we should drop that farce and just do it." She heard herself speak before her brain was able to work out those words. But for whatever reason she didn't give a fuck, what probably was the reason for her dry voice. The embarrassment seemed to be gone now and all that was left behind was an incredible tiredness which regards to their never-ending venture to avoid the inevitable. They both knew, at one point, they would end up naked and sweaty. Everybody knew. And sometimes she forgot about the reason why they shouldn't. Now, seemed to be one of those moments.

"Gonna talk about that again…when you aren't manipulated from a damp stain in your panties." He retorted, letting out an overly melodramatic sigh while pulling her closer and she chuckled lowly against his chest, as he… "Jesus…never thought I'd ever say something like that."

The morning after was awkward. When Happy woke up, Alex was already out of the bed, and out of the house he later realized. She'd left him a note, that she was going to do some errands for lunch and then he found himself in front of her new cupboard.

He was still busy when she came home and started cooking and when he was done, she was busy herself.

They didn't talk about it. Not about what happened in the spare-room and not about the early morning.

It always was like this.

Once they'd lost it completely and even got to the point where they made out like horny teenagers. But he barely remembered that night, and neither did she. Drowned in too much whisky and tequila, it was just glimpses of pictures that seemed to be more of a blurred fantasy. But it wasn't fantasy; the pieces of clothes that were thrown all over the floor in front of the bed were a good indicator, telling them this really happened. The bite-mark on his neck was another one, just like her almost naked appearance next to his nothing but boxer-clad body.

They'd stopped though. Somehow they'd managed to stop before touchdown, although he wasn't sure how they made it. He wasn't even sure about it at all, until he was done with searching the whole room for a used condom, while she was looking for any sign of a forgotten one. Both of them came back with nothing and after that, they went for breakfast…and didn't talked about it again.

It was just how it worked. Being quiet seemed to make it so much easier, no matter how far they went. As if they were trying to avoid the point where it became reality. Because reality was nothing but an aggressive and violent bitch which caused regret and sorrow. And both was the reason for so much hatred in the world. They weren't single because they'd never had a relationship and those relationships were over for a reason. And these days neither Alex nor him were talking to their former partners anymore.

Alex didn't want to reach that point, not with him and Happy didn't either, not with her, while both knew talking probably would've led them there.

So sometimes they maybe forget about all restraints and acted easy around each other if they weren't there. But afterwards, despite all the thoughts about each other, all they felt was awkward.

"You gonna ride down to Charming with me next week?" They ate quietly together until he found a topic to break that weird silence. Because although he was somewhat used to it in the meantime, he didn't like it.

"Guess I'll just give you his present." She replied after chewing and swallowing a bite with a sip of the coke that stood to her right. And he stopped his fork midways, lowering it slowly while he looked at her seriously.

"Hey…don't allow her to get between you two." He then said, but the nasty look she was shooting him was a dangerous one, telling him it was a bold move to even insinuate something stupid like that. But he'd expected her to do that. "Nothing gets between me and my brother." Because she was right and he knew about that.

"You not showing up at his 40th birthday is someone getting between you and him, Alex." Though he still had to manage and get her sweet ass on the back of his bike to make a twelve-hour ride down to California. Because it was wrong for her to stay home, and because Tig had literally begged him to. The Redwood Sergeant knew, if there was one person succeeding on that mission, it was Happy.

After swallowing the next bite, Alex took a huge breath and let it out in a heavy sigh while running a hand across her head, tugging back some disturbing streaks of hair.

"It's not that…I just…don't wanna ruin it." She then said sort of capitulating, shaking her head to herself while sticking the fork back into the delicious miracle that she called lasagna.

She really was a great cook, started to teach herself the second she stepped a foot into a kitchen that was an actual usable one. And after adding a few tips and tricks from Samy and Nessi, she nowadays was sending his fast food infested stomach on culinary trips to heaven in an increasing regularity. Maybe it was that, that was causing all the trouble; He remembered his mom used to say: 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.' But his mom used to say a lot of things he didn't believe in, so he just dropped the thoughts, looking at Alex with a cocked brow.

"And how would you do that?"

Putting the fork down onto the empty plate, she finally leaned back, taking another sip of coke while obviously relishing her pigged out belly, allowing another sigh to escape her lips with an surrendering expression on her faith.

"Well, I guess Tig wouldn't mind some bloody brawl on his day, but…something tells me he isn't eager to see a bitchfight between me and his President's…woman."

Happy smirked. Though he knew he shouldn't have done that, because this was serious. But he couldn't help it by her struggling effort to be somewhat respectful instead of just calling her bitch or worse.

"You'll make it without one." He said, not really convinced about that himself.

Alex didn't like Gemma — scratch that; Alex absolutely hated Gemma Teller. Those two never got along well with each other and Happy knew it wasn't because Jax was dragged out of his bedroom by his ears from Tig, after her brother had caught the nowadays VP in his attempt to pop her cherry almost thirteen years ago.

"I'm done with holding back, Hap. It would end just like it did the last time and…geez, she's just…I can't stand that disrespecting, arrogant, snappish…whatever." Shaking her head she emptied her glass. "It's better I just stay here. It'll spare us the nasty bullshit." And with that, she rose to her feet and went to the sink to rinse the plate before putting it into the dishwasher beneath.

The reason for the missing love between those two was simple. Gemma was an alpha-woman, used to boss around others without complains. And Alex, she was an alpha too. She was surrounded by those women and made it to real friendships with a lot of them. Jesus, Samy was some sort of mix between a mother and best friend to her. So women like that weren't compelled to hate each other, but they did when one of them thought she could dominate the other one. And that was exactly what Gemma tried for too long now.

Alex had made it to go with it for years though, holding back a lot since she was very aware and didn't forget about the hierarchy. She'd tried to think it was only days to master, but the never ending imperiousness of Redwoods Queen left behind a bitter taste. At one point Alex was just done with swallowing the disgust that was sickening her stomach. And eventually it became an enormous accumulation of noxious poison she now was unable to not spit into the Queens face. It was what happened just a few month previous. When Happy brought her to Charming after Tig had been taken. With the pressure and worry getting the better out of her, Alex had just snapped and then all hell broke loose, ending with both women being at each other's throat violently and bloody. And it didn't stop until Happy and Clay managed to drag them apart, struggling hard with pulling both women in different directions of the property to cool off.

And there he was, the Redwood President, being stuck in a fucking dilemma. There was his wife, the most precious thing to him and then there was Alex, the woman that meant the world to his Sergeant, who again was a very important member of SAMCRO. So what was he supposed to do?

"Clay talked to her…she'll watch it around you."

Standing up Happy followed her to the sink, coming to a halt beside her to do the same as she did just seconds ago.

"It's bitches business…why would he care?" But Alex didn't bother with looking at him while she spoke, putting the leftovers into boxes for the fridge or him to take home.

"Guess, Tig made it unmistakably clear what comes first." And she shrugged, shaking her head slightly, "Club comes first." before she went to the fridge.

"The club is more than just Redwood, Alex."

They fell in silence after that, both busying themselves with taking care of what was left of the mess around the kitchen, before she finally spoke up again; "He loves Charming."

And Happy grabbed the back of her head and then placed a kiss to her forehead, finally feeling as if they were back at their usual conduct again; "He loves you more."

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