Hey guys! Sorry for the delay, life just happened to get in the way. But I guess, all of you know times like that. I'm already on the next chapter, so the next update shouldn't take this long.

Usually I'm not a big fan of diary-like day-to-day fics, but I think those days gonna be an important time for those two, so I think I'll go into that a little deeper.

Disclaimer: I do not own the SOA-characters or the story. I only own my OC.

It all started with him not feeling like attending the party at the clubhouse on Friday; with them sitting together in her living room, being piss-drunk, while talking about dirty secrets, after he'd made goo-goo eyes at those robes she'd taken home from a photo-shoot; with him trying to coax her into showing him those goddamn photos for hours. Photos he had yet to see, since she didn't show him shit.

However, the secrets flowed.

Despite that, Happy couldn't remember much about that night. Actually, Alex was the only one remembering anything specific, but he would never forget about the kiss that somehow led them to a night full of whatever had happened. He'd felt intoxicated, rapturous, frenzy — something that started out taken by an awkward uncertainty, slowly but steady gained heat and desire.

And the last thing he certainly remembered was Alex kissing her way down his throat before she reached his neck, placing a bite-mark to his skin that remained there for days. Something that earned him one hell of a boner…and stupid wiggling eyebrows from her brother days later, since Tig only knew one woman that was leaving that kind of mark on a man's skin.

But that wasn't how he felt now. This time he felt something he hadn't felt in a very long time. This time there was this exciting moment their tongues met and he felt those stupid bugs going crazy. He probably hadn't felt this since the moment he'd kissed Sarah for the first time. That girl he used to be with when he was young and stupid fifteen, after he'd chased her for more than a year.

The kiss was deep, mesmerizing, slowly taking away whatever control was left in him…kinda stupefying

Her tongue wasn't aggressive. It wasn't challenging. It didn't fight. It was soft and smooth, dancing around his own as if it was listening to some cadenced latin sounds, inviting him to join the heated rhythm.

Happy wasn't quite sure how, but they somehow managed to end up with Alex straddling his lap, his shirt decorating the shade of the lamp on the nightstand. His hoodie carelessly thrown to the floor, two pairs of boots were kicked into whatever direction they went. He broke the kiss, leaving her breathless as his thumb trailed across her lips, feeling her heavy breath hitting the calloused tip, while her fingers feathery caressed the little wrinkles on his lower abdomen that were caused from the sitting position, right atop his waistline.

He heard something in him scream to get freed when the tip of her forefinger dipped beneath his waistband. But he pushed the begging beast back as she leaned forward, kissing his lips, trailing down his stubbled cheek until she reached his neck.

Closing his eyes he enjoyed the rarely felt touch, simultaneously preparing himself for the stinging sensation coming from her teeth that was equal parts arousing and painful. But it never came. Instead her lips went upwards, erratically sucking sensitive skin into her mouth gingerly.

He found his right hand on her back, slowly trailing down to her butt, his left buried deep into her hair, while she kissed her way down his neck, reaching his collarbone.

His eyes still closed he devoured the sensation of her tongue licking along those letters which were covering the spot since the day he turned twenty-five.

She then nibbled her way up the other side of his neck softly, and finally he hissed in pain and let out a grunt full of arousal as he felt her teeth sinking into his skin.

There was a deep groan leaving his lips, encouraging her to suck the skin of the very spot in harshly, making sure at least one man on earth knew what had happened — yet, Happy didn't give a shit.

His hands slid up her side, slowly pushing up the thin fabric that was covering her upper body, firmly sensing every single rip beneath the smooth surface while he leaned his head to the side, giving her more space. He felt her tongue licking across his neck, gingerly apologizing to the prior abused skin.

He still remembered what she'd told him that night. He knew about her favorite positions, he knew about her struggle to find a man that was able to please her. He knew about that auspicious affinity she actually had about those goddamn, fucking robes.

And there had been times he'd thought it was this talk making him interested in her this kinda way in the first place. But nowadays he knew the talk rather poured oil in a fire that was already blazing. Like that infamous little drip that overflowed the goddamn barrel.

Alex wasn't much of a corny girl, he knew that. There wasn't much of romance in her; not the usual one. She didn't go for candlelight dinners, she didn't like to get flowers on Valentine's Day, and she took no liking to those ridiculous teddy bears which were holding a fluffy heart that said I Love You. She had no love for icky movies and she definitely wasn't waiting for the toe-curling kiss from a boy. She wasn't looking for some sweetness, like being fucked while she was bedded on roses. Alex was, indeed, her brother's sister after all.

Although, Happy wasn't sure if he wanted to go further in a shitty flophouse in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't the place itself, it was the thin walls that barely deserved to be called a wall and surely weren't made to muffle any kind of noises. Even though he didn't give a shit if anybody knew what he was doing, this wasn't the usual stuff he got from some insignificant bitch he didn't give a shit about either. This was Alex, and he wasn't amped up about hearing whistles and catcalls from a brother next door on each side of the room. Brothers that knew who was with him in that goddamn room while they were literally waiting for them to reach the fucking touchdown zone.

He also wasn't thrilled by the thought of her being jerk-off material to whatever underfucked brother was out there to listen while he was sure, she wasn't either. Alex might have been one kinky little devil, but he also knew, she damn sure liked to keep shit like that private.

"Yo, Hap…you gonna come with us?"

So he wasn't sure if it was anger, relief or disappointment hitting him when there was a loud bang at the door. But he was sure it was the first, when the next one came and Alex sat up straight again. She gave him this capitulating sigh and this mind-blowing pout — Happy felt the heavy urge to fucking kill. That couldn't be.

"Hap?" Yes, it could.

You didn't crash into another charter and enjoyed their hospitality without at least greeting the local members. Lorca just happened to be the one reminding him of that knick-knack he'd forgotten about completely in that unexpected and hypnotizing rush he was thrown into.

"Shit." So there wasn't much more that left his lips as he let out another deep breath in frustration. He really didn't want to fucking stop, he didn't want to fucking leave.

"Go." But he knew he better do that and she knew that too, though she didn't protest as he leaned forward, pulling her into another deep kiss, that was broken just seconds later by another bang, followed by a low growl leaving his throat; "Jesus fucking Christ, I'm coming!"

. . . . .

When he came back hours later, Alex was fast asleep.

Eight months earlier…

"Are you fucking kidding me? You show Donut your fucking tits? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Alex wasn't sure if she should've laughed or cry, while Happy looked at her in a mix of shock and fury. Or maybe she should've just slapped him in the face for talking to her like that. Perhaps she should've just ignored him and walk away. Though, she did none of that and rather crossed her arms over her chest, allowing her eyes to tell him how pissed she was. He sure had a thing for the word fuck today.

"Actually it was just one tit, you know?"

He growled lowly…dangerously, towering over her as if he was a damn hulk, his expression showing how angry he was, his painfully livid eyes boring into her. His height and broad chest made her appear sort of smallish.

Alex though…well, if there was one thing she'd learned throughout the past fifteen years it was, bearing the dangerous look from a pissed biker. No matter how big, no matter how crazy people thought he was.

So she let out a sigh and shook her head, rolling her eyes at him irritated.

"Jesus, Hap…I didn't rip off my shirt to show him my tits…All I did is getting a damn piercing. Because I know he's good and knows what he's doing. What do you think? I'm gonna go to some strange fucker, knowing shit about his skills and allow him to push a damn cannula through my nipple? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Alex hoped those words would ease the surrounding tension somehow, would make him calm down a little, but all she achieved was the opposite. If anything she'd a feeling he came closer and pushed her against the wall, although he wasn't moving one damn inch. As if he was one of those Sith Lords, having the ability to lift you off the ground and squeeze your throat with nothing but the power of thoughts, while he actually stood six feet away.

"For fuck's sake! Why do you need a fucking piercing there?"

Alex cocked a brow. He was sounding like one of those overly possessive control-freaks.

Yet, she didn't have any of it and held his gaze just as stubborn and dark, her throat rumbling with anger.

"Because I like it."

And once again he growled dangerously, apparently thinking he could teach her the meaning of fear. He wasn't. He would never hurt her, no matter how livid he was. Alex still remembered the day she fucked it up completely by getting arrested after a raid in a nightclub. The accusation of drug possession thickening the air heavily after he'd bailed her out. He gave her one of those never-ending rants, asking her how he was meant to keep the promise he made to her brother when she did such stupid things. That night, he absolutely lost it and punched a big-ass whole into the wall, breaking two of his fingers with it. He had given her the opportunity to look into her bathroom without leaving the living-room, but he would never harmed one hair on her stubborn head.

"What about you? How many bitches saw your dick lately?"

So she still wasn't fearing him, although she felt those pitch-black eyes bore into her chest, searing her apart inch by inch.

"Not the same." He replied lowly, taking a step closer. She didn't back off though. She instead felt rage rise within her chest too. She was absolutely beyond tired of this…bullshit.

"Right…when I went to Donut, we both knew it would be just that. He's doing a piercing, I'm putting my shirt back on, be happy about it and that's it…when you go to those bitches, they all know they'll get a chance suck you off…so what is your damn problem?"

"What is my…what…He's my goddamn brother!" Happy snapped.

"Yeah and one of my best friends…oh, and not to forget, my partner who I watch doing piercings for more than three years now. I trust him and he's already seen them before, when he accidentally caught me in the shower. So what?"

Alex really hadn't meant to say that.

"He did WHAT?"

Because she knew, now it was Donut who was damned to feel the consequences. On the other hand, being around the MC for years or not, she really, really didn't see the fucking problem here.

So she ignored the feeling of guilt directed to her friend and threw her arms in the air, letting out an annoyed sigh as she turned around to leave the hallway; "Geez, Hap…get your shit together and calm down."

"We're not done, Alex!" Also ignoring his demanding tone she once again rolled her eyes when she reached her bedroom.

"Yes, we are!" And with that, she slammed the door shut.

Today…

When her eyes fluttered open, Alex squeezed them shut immediately, groaning by the bright sunlight threatening to burn her pupils.

She felt like she had been hit by a truck. Her back was aching from too many hours on the road, her head was trying to talk her brain into exploding.

There was a muscular, heavily inked arm wrapped around her waist, a hand holding her tight to a broad chest, a nose being buried into her hair, steady breath hitting her neck slightly…and not to forget, that unmistakable morning-wood that was pressed into her left ass-cheek.

She smiled at the last, realizing that, however he'd made it, she never felt this part of him yet. At least, she didn't remember.

Feeling curiosity getting the better of her, she couldn't stop her hips from wiggling in the attempt to estimate the size. But she wasn't able to. All she could tell was, he wasn't Lexington Steele, though, he wasn't Tuan either. There definitely were way more than two inches of hard dick pressed against her butt.

Alex hadn't noticed when he came back from the clubhouse. But when she forced her eyes open and took a look at the clock on the nightstand, she wasn't surprised. It was almost ten and with him still sleeping soundly, she knew it had to be pretty late.

Happy was one of those people with multiple routines. And one of them was, that he never slept longer than exactly eight hours. He did good with that or less, but on days he slept longer he used to be unbearable moody and grumpy. So, no matter when he went to sleep, as long as he wasn't too drunk or high to think of it, he sat the alarm on exactly eight hours and ten minutes later, knowing he wouldn't fall asleep right away. This habit was an annoying one when they slept in the same bed, because it always woke her up too. She got used to it though…sort of; in the meantime she was even able to just go back to sleep again.

Happy had a lot of those routines and a lot of them were just as annoying, but she guessed this was okay. It wasn't as if she didn't have any of those. Like always forgetting to lock the fucking door.

However, while he still slept, he wasn't back until at least one thirty, considering she smelled his shower gel and the remains of dope still lingering in the air. He'd sure spent some time here before he went to sleep.

Wiggling her hips again she tried to free herself out of his firm grip carefully.

"If you don't stop to wiggle that sweet ass, we gonna have problem."

Alex was surprised that she hadn't noticed he was awake, though, given by his voice, awake wasn't the actually term to call it. She still couldn't help the smile coming to her lips though.

"You let go of me then?" She said nonetheless, trying to get his hand of off her, in vain.

"No." And she wiggled again, hoping to change his mind, but all she achieved was him pulling her closer.

"I need to pee." She whined, desperate to leave the bed, while Happy obviously wasn't convinced; "Let go."

"Gross, Hap…please tell me you aren't getting off on that shit." She said, a grimace starting to form on her face. She didn't think so, but when it came to him, nobody could now. Happy was full of mystery, and part of those things used to be pretty crazy.

"What if I do?"

Jumping forward she spun around quickly, looking at him with a cocked brow, while she wasn't sure if she should be worried or not. But the smirk coming to his face told her all she had to know and caused her fist to land into his blanket covered ribs before he opened his eyes, a laughter coming out of him loudly, which made her punch him again and again and again and…"Happy!" just before he grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her forward, making her crash down onto his chest roughly, the devilish smirk still on his lips. A smirk that finally turned into a smile, one she returned ever so slightly.

And it wasn't until his right hand came into her view, tugging away a few streaks of wild her, when his expression slowly changed into a more serious one.

"Changed your mind?" He then said and she felt her heart ache when she recognized the spark of disappointment in his voice, especially considering Happy wasn't one to show this kinda things openly.

Lifting her right arm she rested it bent onto his chest, her hand reaching upwards to let her fingertips tickle his stubbled chin. She liked that stubble; way more than the freshly shaved skin that almost felt as soft as a baby's bottom. His stubble were so much more…manlike — not that Happy was lacking on manliness at all.

It still felt weird and unreal, just like it had felt like one of those dream when he'd left to the clubhouse the day before and she still wasn't able to wrap her mind around all of this, but she didn't change shit. It was way too late for that, even before she'd made the bold move and kissed him. It probably was too late before they'd even noticed anything.

"No…" She said softly, trailing off before his lips twitched into a small smile again, his fingertips emulating her deeds on her jawbone.

"There's just a lot of things going through my head, you know? I need to figure this out for me and then we need to figure this out for us and…maybe we should…" She trailed of again, suddenly feeling stupid for what almost came out of her. When she'd thought about it the day before, it certainly sounded less ridiculous.

"…keep it between us for now?" She looked up at him when he finished her stupid words and felt even stupider. How could she even think about asking this from him?

"Didn't think it would sound this shitty." She said, taking a deep breath while pushing back a few hair that were tickling her neck. Or maybe she was just nervous, feeling anxious of fucking this up before it even started, so she tried to do anything to distract herself.

"Two emotional cripples try to figure this shit out…I didn't expect you to jump into a honeymoon with me right away."

"I sure have no idea what a honeymoon would be with you."

"Pretty rubber-burning period." He said with such a dry voice, making her chuckle slightly.

Finally Alex leaned forward to rest her head on his chest sideways, slowly stroking the inked skin beneath her fingertips while she sure enjoyed the silence for a while, as much as the warmth that radiated off of his shirtless body.

"Not sure though, how long I'll be able to lay next to you and act all platonic while the only thing I wanna do is kiss the shit out of you."

"Wow…you need to be careful, Hap…that easily could've been mistaken as something romantic."

Alex grinned when he grunted not so sweet anymore. Nonetheless his arm went around her further, hugging her tightly, while she already moved up her head, placing a soft kiss to his jawbone; "Never asked you to act platonic while laying next to me."

Putting his chin onto his chest he looked at her smirking, before she pecked him on the lips, finally moving to crawl off of him and the bed; "I'm gonna take a piss."

Happy grunted when she finally stood on the ground, watching her walk towards the bathroom; "That was so not girly, Alex."

And she turned, giving him a cocked brow in amusement; "Could've been worse." before he raised one too; "Could've said I need to take a shit." and she couldn't help the giggle escaping her by his unmistakable disgusted grimace. As if she'd destroyed his whole world.

"I take it that you don't have a thing for dookie then." She added, her giggle turning into a laugh when he suddenly threw a pillow at her, his scowl telling her he sure was less amused than her when she entered the intended room and closed the door shut.

Reentering the bedroom Happy was still in bed, sitting against the headboard while he was busy typing on his phone. He finished what he was doing before throwing the device onto the mattress, suddenly reaching out for her.

When she took his hand, she allowed him to pull her on top of him, returning his thoughtful look curiously.

"What is it?" She asked, when he hadn't said anything after she'd sat on his lap for ages.

Taking a visible breath he shrugged his shoulders when letting it out again.

"How do I act around you?…Outside."

"How did you act around Clarissa?"

He squeezed his eyes shut in agony, opening one just a little again slowly after Alex mentioned the New York charter VP's daughter. Happy had a fling with the girl nine years earlier, for around three months when he was there, taking care of some business.

He sure did have a time when he used to do incredible stupid things that left behind nothing but a bitter aftertaste, especially when it came to women. Those things probably were a few events that he sure wasn't proud of. He still was a thorn in the VP's side, still giving him the urge to beat the shit out of him, although he'd already done that…twice. The first time when he found out about it, the second when his daughter's marriage crashed because of the very fling, more or less ruined the pretty life she'd built up with a husband that obviously wasn't quite able to fuck her right.

In Alex's book it wasn't Happy's fault. He just took advantage of Clarissa's curiosity, that perhaps would've been less tremendous if her father hadn't made it pretty clear that his brothers were off-limits and vice versa. Alex was sure she would've done the exact same thing if Tig had've been one of those guys you could find all over the MC — fortunately he wasn't.

Actually her brother was quite the opposite, being absolutely thrilled by the thought of her becoming an Old Lady. It wasn't only the pride he felt towards the MC, it was the certainty that she would've been safe and protected, no matter what. There was nobody he trusted as much as his brothers.

Leaning forward she placed a kiss to his lips, causing his eyes to open completely again.

"They're used to us being all fucking sweet. They won't notice shit as long as you don't fuck me right in front of their eyes."

And even if they did, Alex didn't care. They wouldn't call them out on it immediately and it wasn't her goal to make him her dirty little secret. All she wanted was some time to adjust to that new development while she wanted to be sure about all of this before making anything official. She wasn't about to tell him that though. This was just her pretty complicated and nerve-busting way to overthink everything before being sure about anything. She would get there and then everything would be fine; she just needed a minute for that. But this wasn't something he needed to know, it would just make him worry, giving him the feeling he made a mistake. It wasn't like that, so why make him feel bad? It would've just been a reason for him to take a step back, while this was the last she wanted. Situations like this helped her a lot to beat her overly anxious ass, considering those moments felt too good to be wrong.

"Sweet, huh?" He said lowly, his lips brushing her own in the process and instead of an answer she just smiled cockily, pulling him in for a kiss that deepened immediately.

His hand went to the back of her neck and it wasn't long until he moved to turn her back onto the mattress, with him hovering over her, the kiss becoming more passionate with every moment.

Alex almost jumped in shock and Happy stopped breathless his deeds when suddenly a bang sounded at the door, the prospects voice coming through the wooden somewhat shaky; "We gonna head out in thirty!"

While resting his forehead onto her shoulder, Alex sighed and tried to push away the well-known tingly heat that already reached her center as a frustrated and raspy growl hit her neck;

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

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