Disclaimer: I only own my OC. Everything else belongs to Kurt Sutter and FX.

"Wake up, it's time, little girl, wake up

All the best of what we've done is yet to come

Wake up, it's time, little girl, wake up

Just remember who I am in the morning"

-Ryan Star "Losing Your Memory"

In the ecstasy of the aftermath of the killing, Madeline had wrapped one hand tightly around the back of Happy's neck while the other ran its way under his kutte and shirt to hold him as close as possible. Her teeth had found his bottom lip.

Happy had one hand wound up into her hair while the other gripped her hip fiercely. As she seductively let go of his lip, Hap took a moment to look her in the eye—searching for any sign of hindrance. This was it for him—if she didn't want to be with him fully and completely, she needed to say so now because he couldn't keep getting small, supple pieces of her without knowing that she would stick around for him.

"I need to know if you're in. If not, I will deal—I always do. But I need all of you or none." Before she could speak, he cut her off, "I'm pretty sure I love you, but I don't want to get too deep and then you give up one me." He looked pained—a look she had never seen on him before.

"I'm in. And I love you, Hap." She expected to feel like she was choking on the words, but she just felt so damn relieved. It was so much easier to give in than she ever could have imagined.

Hap pulled her face to him and slowly kissed her. Madie licked his bottom lip, offering him access to her entire mouth—which he gladly took. They weren't in any rush to be done. For the first time in months, Madie wasn't looking over her shoulder for a psychotic stalker. For the first time ever, Hap wanted one woman, all of her to himself and he wanted to savor every moment with her for the rest of his life.

Madeline pushed Hap back onto the bed after she removed his kutte—placing it on the dresser—and shirt. Straddling his hips, she leaned in to nip and suck on his neck—effectively marking him as hers. Hap smirked as she pulled back. "Possessive bitch. Maybe I'll mark you—crow and all."

Madeline smiled, "Only if I get to mark you in ink. Can't have some croweating slut thinking she can get up on you." Before he could answer approvingly, she licked his right nipple. It was erotic and had his skin crawling to get inside her, but he knew now was not the time to get rough—he needed to take his time and explore every inch of her.

Madeline's nimble and sure hands unclasped his belt and pulled his jeans down his legs as he worked to get her clothes off. Once they were completely naked, she settled back over Happy's hips letting the lips of her pussy slip just around the head of his dick. They both groaned as she applied more pressure, rubbing her clit along the length of his cock. Hap sat up on his elbow and pulled her forward so his mouth connected with one of her nipples. "Fuck!" She had no other words as her mind was swimming in pure pleasure.

When Hap released her other nipple from his mouth with a pop, Madeline placed a hand on his chest to lean him on the mattress, off of his elbow. She slid down his body, settling between his thighs. Hap damn near came on the spot as she immediately sucked his entire cock into her mouth with a force that could suck the paint off of a Harley. She wasted no time in getting him near the edge. He pushed her back first, "This ain't gonna be over that easy."

Happy leaned forward and grabbed her waist so that he could flip her under him. As Happy settled between her legs, he began sucking on her neck, leaving multiple marks—they would be temporary, but effective. He kissed, sucked, and nibbled his way down her body, only stopping when he reached her pussy. She was soaking wet.

Happy used his fingers to further widen the gap between her pussy lips. He began by flicking his tongue across her clit before sucking her clit into his mouth. Madeline was sure she had died from the sheer pleasure that had set her body on fire. Her toes were on point, brushing against Happy's sides, while his shoulders pinned her hips to the bed. Hap flattened his tongue and ran it up the entire length of her sex—opening to hood. When Madeline screamed his name, Happy delved his tongue into her opening—fucking her with his tongue. She came hard—her entire body shaking uncontrollably. Happy gently nipped her clit as she came down.

Happy made his way back up her body. He placed one elbow and forearm on the bed to brace his weight above her and the other hand held onto the back of her neck so that they could stare into each other's eyes as he entered her. He had never seen anything so erotic as the hooded, aroused face that Madeline wore when he pushed inside of her. His own eyes damn near rolled back into his head permanently. There was something that felt wholly different this time than every other time they had fucked. He was pretty sure he was making love to her. That thought hit him like a brick. His only response was to hold her closer and thrust slower so she could feel every ounce of himself that he was giving to her—body and heart.

Madeline was in heaven she assumed. No way had her body ever felt so completely whole—yet she felt so alive. Every nip of his lips on her body as he filled her sent another shiver down her spine. She could barely move because of the aching pleasure racking her body, so she kissed him—and they both came undone in one intense orgasm that left them both breathless.

"I love you, Madeline," Happy whispered into her ear as he laid out on top of her, still softening dick inside her. He stayed lying on top of her as they came down from the high.

"I love you too, Hap."

They lay together for hours before either felt the need to move—even then, they both ended up in the shower together. After washing each other and drying each other off, they made their way to dinner at Gemma's house. As soon as the verdict was delivered that morning, Gemma had decided on a celebration dinner at her house. Happy and Mads would have been on time if they hadn't fucked against the front door as they were trying to leave.

Freshly satisfied, they arrived at her parents' house. Happy was the first one through the door. Clay, Jax, Opie, Bobby, Juice, and Tig were already gathered around the table, smoking and drinking. Gemma, Tara, and Donna were getting the food ready. Gemma was the first to see the dimpled smile on Happy's face when they walked in. "You look like the cat that ate the fucking canary." Gemma laughed as she gave him a hug. Before she released him, she whispered, "Thanks for taking care of my baby bird." The pun wasn't lost on him, but he needed to clarify, "She did all the work herself, I was just back-up. She doesn't need me to do her dirty work."

Releasing him, Gemma was smiling as she hugged her daughter, "She's a tough bitch. I love you, baby."

"I learned from the toughest bitch." Madeline grinned as she complimented her mom. It was true though—Gemma could hold the fucking Hoover Dam together with one stern look.

The guys, hearing their brother's gruff voice sound a little more happy than he usually put off, made their way into the kitchen. One look at the goofy grin on Happy's face and Tig's filter went out the window, "She's marking you now, huh?" Motioning to the hickey she had left behind, "She must have fucked you good to let her do that."

Happy just shrugged and pulled a blushing Madeline to his side, holding her close. He wanted to put it out there—no one should have to guess if he was taken. "I figure if she will let me put my crow on her, I'll let her ink me somewhere. This was just a temporary solution." He grinned when Tig sputtered—choking on his beer.

Clay clapped his floundering brother on the back. "You never stood a chance with her anyway Tig. And I would have gutted you if you had tried." Clay chuckled.

"Alright, now that everyone has weighed in on my relationship AND sex life, what do ya say we move on? Or do you need a step-by-step recount of how Happy made me come against the door of my house?" Tig choked even harder that time, she was coming out fighting. "Yep. You'll never enter my house without that thought in mind again. Let's just move on, shall we?" Without even a blush darkening her cheeks, Mads turned to her mother. "What do you need help with to get this moving?"

Every man that had watched her grow up stood in shock for a solid minute before they made their way to the dining room. She was no longer their President's daughter—she was Hap's old lady. This was a moment no one would ever forget—she solidified her place in the club further by falling into the old lady routine and they respected her for it.

Hap simple kissed her shoulder, she smiled, and dinner went on as it always did—except this time, she was sharing it with her old man.

AN: This is it, readers. I may come back to it later. I'm still contemplating an epilogue. I'm not sure where I would want to take it yet. But for now, this is it. Thanks for taking this journey with me!