Ok kids, this one is written by my badass, amazing friend JDB7707. And its sizzling hot! You've been warned! Don't read this at work!

"Shadows" is our joint project and a result of our fun brainstorming/talks/chats. It was planned as a one shot, but now its going to be a series of OOC (or not) PWP, related, smutty one shots staring Happy, Rowan, Chibs written by either myself or JDB.

Its just fun. There is no moral to the story, no hidden agendas or anything like it. Those of you who like smut - hope you'll enjoy ours. Those who don't - just don;t read it!

Please, let us know what you think!

As a general rule, Tuesdays are not a busy night for bars. Tonight was no exception. In fact, Rowan had sent her bartenders home early, leaving her with two customers at the bar and Jax, Opie, Tig, Juice and Happy, in the back by the pool table. The pool table that Happy and Chibs fucked her on a few months ago. Happy had leaned on it when Rowan handed him his beer earlier, his eyebrow raised cockily. Rowan wondered if he knew that she and Chibs had been together since then. Not that it mattered, she wasn't looking for anything other than a good time from either of them. But still, she wondered.

She was tabbing out the two men at the bar when Tig called to her, "Rowaaaaaan! I'm lonely! Come sit on my lap". Rowan rolled her eyes and gave the men their change, following them to the door and locking it once they were outside.

"Afraid I might catch something Tig. I've seen the women you pick up in here", she said as she walked to their table. She grabbed the bottle of whiskey she'd given them when they first came in and poured herself a shot in one of the empty glasses on the table. Downing it in one easy swallow, she laughed as Tig grabbed at his heart like she had wounded him. "Oh doll! I thought we had something".

"Need us outta here darlin'?", Jax asked.

"Nope. Y'all can stay until I'm done cleaning. She started gathering up beer bottles, bending to pick one up that had slipped to the floor. When she did, the black tank top she was wearing rode up a little, revealing her tattoo. Happy saw it and hissed in a silent breath, remembering how he had traced the lines with his tongue that night on the pool table. He wasn't the only one who noticed it though.

"Damn Rowan, that's some serious ink", Tig said, reaching out to touch it. Rowan sidestepped his hand and moved toward the bar.

"Uh uh, buddy. Hands to yourself", she called mockingly over her shoulder.

"One day doll. One day you'll realize we're perfect for each other", he said to her retreating back, making everyone laugh. Everyone but Happy. He slumped lower in his chair and took another shot, hoping to kill the hard on he had.

...

Rowan tied the trash bag closed and moved to pull it out of the can. "I'll do it", Happy's rough voice was at her ear, his hand on her hip. She turned to look at him, a shiver running through her body.

"Ok, thanks". She moved to the side so he could take the bag, motioning for him to follow her out the back door to the dumpster. "It's kind of ironic Tig was talking about my tattoo. I was thinking of getting some more work done. They guy I usually use moved to New York and I don't really know any good artists around here. Would you considering doing it for me?", she asked.

Happy threw the trash bag in the dumpster and walked to where she was standing by the back door. "You run a bar Rowan. You're telling me you've never had anyone in here who can do some tattoo work for you?", he asked, moving in front of her and putting his hands on the wall beside her head, caging her in.

"Yeah. You", she said, her voice a breathy whisper.

Just as Happy lowered his head to kiss her, the back door swung open and Juice came out. "Oh, uh, sorry. Jax says we need to roll", he stammered out.

Happy glared at him as Rowan ducked under his arm and went back into the bar. The guys had thrown a wad of cash by the register and were getting ready to leave. Rowan quickly wrote her address and phone number on a napkin and handed it to Happy. "If you're interested, I'm home most mornings and Sundays", she said quietly.

Happy nodded and shoved the napkin in his cut.

...

Happy never called and none of the boys had been back to the bar for several weeks, so Rowan was surprised when she came home from work one morning and his bike was sitting in her driveway. She saw him leaned against the house next to the front door, smoking a cigarette.

"4:00 in the morning is kinda early for a tattoo, isn't it?", she asked as she got out of her truck. She walked to the front door, unlocked it and flipped on a lamp as she went in, leaving it open for him to follow.

"Ain't here for no fuckin' tattoo", he said. She heard the door slam and started to turn around but Happy grabbed her hips and shoved her into the wall hard, bringing his body flush with hers. In an instant his lips were by her ear, his breathing heavy. "Gonna fuck you so hard you'll feel me for days". He grabbed the hem of her tshirt and ripped it over her head, then pushed her hips into the wall harder, grinding his erection into her ass. Rowan grunted, the combination of his voice and the wall rubbing her hipbones making her instantly wet. She tried to turn and face him, but he held her there, popping open the clasp of her bra, "Take it off then put your hands back on the wall".

Rowan slipped the bra off and tossed it on the floor, then pressed her hands flat against the wall. Happy put his over hers and slid them slowly above her head until her arms were stretched as far as they could go. "Don't move them", he said menacingly. Rowan nodded, her forehead against the wall, and swallowed audibly. It wasn't in her nature to be submissive. She loved the give and take in bed, the exchange of control between her and whoever she was with. But something in his voice made her forget that and want to do whatever he bid.

His finger tips made slow tracks back down her arms, raising goose bumps in their wake. When he got to her shoulders, one hand tangled in her hair while the other slid around to circle her throat. He gripped her throat loosely, biting into her shoulder blade. Rowan cried out in pain, then drew a shuddering breath as Happy began to lap at the mark with his tongue. The hand in her hair moved the button of her jeans, undoing it and the zipper in one smooth stroke. As his fingers slipped into her panties, a low moan fell from his lips when he felt how wet she was.

Happy let go of Rowan's throat and went to his knees, taking off her boots and pulling her jeans and panties down her legs. As she stepped out of the denim, he kissed the small of her back, on the dragon tattoo that started this whole thing. He grabbed her hips and pulled back, "Spread your legs wider, ass out". Rowan did as she was told, pushing her ass up in the air as much as she could with her hands still on the wall above her head. Her stomach clenched in anticipation of what was to come. She was so wet and could feel her juices beginning to run. Happy noticed too and leaned forward between her legs, licking her arousal from the inside of her thighs, groaning at her taste.

He began to lap at her pussy, drawing his tongue up and down her slit, his hands moving her hips in time with the licks. When he pushed inside her opening, Rowan cried out in pleasure, grinding on his face in earnest. The thought of what he must look like on his knees, face buried in her pussy from behind sent Rowan racing toward orgasm. She fucked herself on his tongue, hips jerking erratically, trying her damnedest to keep her hands above her head like he told her to. When Happy reached up and pinched her clit, she lost it, screaming his name as she came in his mouth.

Happy pulled his head from between Rowan's legs, putting one hand on her ass to hold her steady while she came down from her orgasm, unbuttoning his jeans with the other. He sat up on his knees, pushing them down below his ass, then pulled his shirt over his head. His dick was rock hard and he couldn't wait to bury himself balls deep in her soaked pussy.

"Come here", he said, pulling on her hips so she would bend her knees and squat down. When she was hovering over his dick, her put his hand on her back and pushed her forward into the wall, then spread her legs over the outside of his. He thrust up, impaling her. With her legs spread so far apart, she was completely open to him and at his mercy. He wasted no time, fucking into her hard, his hands digging into her hips viciously.

"Oh fuck Happy!". Rowan rolled her head back on Happy's shoulder, the heat from his chest causing sweat to form between their bodies. He was so deep and Rowan was certain he would split her in two. In this position, she couldn't do anything but take it, her breasts rubbing painfully against the wall. She tried to move her arms between them and the wall, but Happy grabbed them and jerked up, "Above your head!" Rowan slid her arms back up, causing her face to push into the wall. She grunted in protest so Happy took her throat in his hand again and pulled her back slightly, all the while pounding into her savagely.

Violent sex always got him off blindingly quick. Happy felt his balls drawing up and knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He tighten his hand around Rowan's throat and moved his other to her clit as he began to empty into her. She cried out at the contact, bucking back against his chest, her pussy twitching around his dick. "That's it! Fucking come Rowan! Fucking come!" And she did, shaking uncontrollably, tears running down her face at the force of the orgasm.

Happy pulled out and pushed Rowan to her feet. He pulled his jeans in place as he stood up behind her, then wrapped his arms around her stomach to steady her. "You ok?", he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder. Rowan was once again surprised by his gentleness after sex, just like she had been that night at the bar.

"Yeah". She wiped at the tears on her cheeks and took a deep breath. "Don't think I can walk though".

"Did it right then", Happy said, scooping her up and carrying her to her bed.

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