Disclaimer-FX called. I still don't own the Sons of Anarchy. I do own No Other Man Alive, Ace, Shark, Slick, and a creepy permagrin from all the wonderful reviews. And to address a reviewer's question that I couldn't PM, Shark is young, tall, skinny, and heavily tattooed and pierced. More of a Travis Barker type. He is part of the new, younger crew that is coming up, and you will see him again. Times are a-changing.
"How you doing, Ace?" Happy asked her, wiping down her back for the millionth time. They were two hours into the shading, and he judged that he had another hour and a half to go.
"Goooood." She murmured, completely buzzed on the endorphins.
"Good girl." He chuckled a little, pulling her back against him, but careful not to touch the raw skin he'd been working on.
"Tell me you're good to keep going, I'd really fucking hate to leave this unfinished." He ordered her, rubbing her neck to relieve some of the soreness from sitting one position for so long.
"Yeah, I'm good to finish it." Ace giggled and pushed him away. "Just let me stretch for a minute, ok?"
Happy stood, too, and paced the clubhouse's main room. He flexed his hands, rubbing the left with his right. It had really been too long since he'd done a big piece. If a new brother wanted to put the reaper in his skin, as well as on his back, Happy could ink that in his sleep. Beyond that, anything he did on the road tended to be quick 60 minute or less pieces.
"Good?" He questioned Ace as she settled back into her position. She just nodded and twirled a finger in the universal sign for 'get on with it.' When the needle went back to work, Ace let out that moan again, and Happy's jaw tightened at the same rate as his pants.
"Christ, Ace, did the last asshole that marked you have to listen to you begging to be fucked with all that moaning?" He grumbled at her, a clear picture of the bows on the back of her thighs in his mind.
"Probably." Ace snorted, "But her name was Jen, so I don't think she minded so much. I don't see why you're surprised; you know I have a love affair with ink, from both sides of the rig."
Happy didn't feel moved to answer, just continued to ink and wipe, back in the groove. He thought about that first time, when he'd introduced her to tattooing. At 14, she'd already been beautiful and easily manipulated. Her hair had been dyed black, trying to fit in with the other girls in the predominantly Latino neighborhood. He was glad she'd grown out of wanting to fit in. When he'd told her what he wanted from her, she'd been so eager to please. Happy was glad that as hard as he'd gotten off on her complete trust, he hadn't taken physical advantage.
"Say cheese, Killah." Slick interrupted. Happy looked up just in time to catch the flash from the camera phone. Slick was Indian Hills' answer to Juice, another intelligence officer with a hacker's heart.
"This will be all over the SOA nation within hours." He told Happy, flipping the phone around to show him the image. It was very effective, with his name spelled out in gigantic letters across her back, there wouldn't be a question of who Ace was to the Nomad. The picture even showed Tig holding vigil in front of Ace, which was a powerful, silent testament to her position.
Happy took a moment to assess the tenor of the clubhouse. The brothers in residence were all up, some playing pool or poker, some with engine components scattered across the tables, and plenty of eyes clocking his progress. The shift in respect was soothing, and he was unexpectedly grateful that Slick was going to pave his way.
"Thanks." He grunted, not looking up from his work.
"Just making reparations, man. Everybody saw the way you shut Shark down, and you've done too much for this club to deserve any hassle over your old lady." Slick replied with a seriousness that was in contrast to his usual slick levity.
"Almost done." Happy rubbed his right hand along Ace's hip and was amused by the logy grin she threw him over her shoulder. She was deep in the ink trance, riding the high that came from low level pain that stretched for hours. He was really looking forward to fucking her in the shower when he was done, and finding out whether she was going to continue to be half out of it, or attack him. So far, sex with Ace had turned out to be more fun than he'd had in bed in years. All the sweetbutts and hookers seemed like just the thing when he'd been doing them, but in hindsight it was really just an expensive jerk-off. Ace's sack-style combination of "anything you want" and "oh, I'm going to get mine" had come as a very welcome surprise. The knowledge that she would likely let him do whatever depraved act he came up with to her, and the fact that she was untouched by any other man, made Happy understand for the first time, how a man could spend his entire life with only one broad. He'd never done a virgin, not wanting to bother with teaching some stupid slut how to fuck properly, but he wondered now what Ace might have been like. He just bet that she would have looked at him with the same huge eyes she'd given him the night of his first club hit.
"Fuck it. I'm done. I'll have to retouch it after it heals anyway." Happy wiped his work down one last time, and packed his shit up without a wasted motion.
"Mmmm, can I see it now?" She pouted, swaying a little at she stood.
"In a minute, I want Slick to get a picture of the final product." He told her, allowing her to lean against him while Slick fiddled with his phone. Happy rubbed her lower back, careful not to block the raw artwork spanning her shoulders. In the moment right before Slick raised the phone, Happy bent his head to catch Ace's quiet confession.
"Hap?" He recognized the heavy lidded look instantaneously, but couldn't brace himself in time. "I'm sooooo wet, Happy."
Slick captured that exact moment, and despite not hearing a word she'd said, this picture certainly spoke a thousand words. Really dirty words, by the look on the Tacoma Killer's face. She'd been an old lady for less than a week, but Ace's legend was growing by the minute.
"She makes it entirely too easy." Slick informed Happy, showing off the picture.
"Wow…" Ace breathed, taking in all the detail of her brand. "It looks amazing, Happy. Can he send this to me?"
"And then she asks you." Slick rolled his eyes. "You've known her how long and only just snatched her up? You're either incredibly lucky or an insane genius."
Happy pulled Ace's iPhone from her back pocket and handed it to Slick.
"The picture, the phone numbers for the West Coast charter presidents, and make it untraceable." He ordered and pulled Ace toward the dorms.
"I need a shower." Happy told Ace, and his face was full of nasty promises.
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"Fuck!" Happy pulled away from Ace's hot mouth long enough to swear in frustration. "All I want to do is slam you into that door and fuck that pretty little pussy."
"Shower." Ace panted, desperate, and then surprised him by biting his chest through his shirt. It felt hard enough to have left a mark.
"Yeah, shower." He agreed, stepping out of her reach. Happy hung his cut on the back of the chair and pulled his shirt over his head, his granite abs flexing with the motion. He caught her watching him and grinned, cocky and full of swag. It reminded Ace very strongly of a much younger Happy, when he'd still just been Hector. "Quit drooling and get naked." He teased her.
In moments, they were under the hot water, Happy's wide shoulders protecting her from the spray. He had her bent over, right foot braced on the side of the tub. The position put her on display beautifully for him, back arched, ass popped, all that perfect pink spread wide, and of course, his name an obvious brand of ownership across her back. He rubbed his cock back and forth across her spread pussy, wanting her needy. His balls were almost painfully tight, every time they got naked he felt like a horny, out of control adolescent again, not the decidedly middle aged club enforcer he saw in the mirror every morning when he shaved.
"Oh God, please." Ace begged, desperate for release. Happy rewarded her, his big dick stretching her slowly, a move that only made her hotter. She tried to push back, to impale herself on him, but his hand gripped her hip hard, pinning her in place.
"Fuck, baby, you're such slut." He growled in approval, even more pleased when Ace moaned in loud agreement. He moved slow and deliberate, drawing the experience out for as long as he could manage. He felt her cum twice on his cock, and nearly broke his own jaw gritting his teeth against his own orgasm.
"Yeeeesss…" Hissed Ace as his hips sped up. He clamped down harder on her hip, torquing her spine even further. He came with a primal cry, deep and guttural, and without words.
"You make me lose all my self control." He accused her, letting go of her hip to prop a fist against the wall next to her head.
"Good." She smiled very smugly, and daintily disengaged from him. She turned inside the protection of his arms and wrapped herself around him. Ace was glad that his height prevented Happy from getting a good view of her face, because she was suddenly overwhelmed by the man holding her, and the life she'd agreed to live, lightyears different from the one she had left behind. Her girlish, gooey feelings melted further when Happy kissed the top of her head and pulled her in tighter, one hand cradling her head to his chest.
"Would you have left him, if I had come for you?" Happy asked her, shocking himself more than her, probably. She did shoot him a surprised look, then her brow creased as she carefully considered. He didn't really know what he expected to accomplish by asking her, just that he really wanted to know.
"No, I don't think so, not without knowing what he'd been doing." She answered warily, nervous about his reaction. Happy just nodded, turning her answer over in his head. He turned her into the water, trying to diffuse some of the spray with one hand. Moving her back out, he rubbed the bar of Dial between his hands to build up a lather. She braced against the sting, only hissing quietly through her teeth as he thoroughly washed her back.
"And if you had found out, before the useless cunt killed himself, would you have called me then to take care of him?" Happy pushed, trying to figure her out.
"No. I would have killed him myself." Her voice was a hot growl, and it caught him off balance.
"So then why'd you stick around to be his punching bag? You could have just left." Happy pointed out, and Ace felt like he was poking all her soft spots, and not in a fun way.
"And gone where, Happy? My parents were dead, I couldn't go back home. I didn't really have anyone. Besides, the only times Tony got really mean was when you would show up, so it was few and far between. He knew I wanted you from the time I knew how to want you." The explanation was completely without blame, and totally matter of fact.
"That ain't how it is now, Ace. You have me, got it?" He forced her to look him in the eye, and was fascinated watching her decide to trust him even further, though he was certain she didn't understand how completely she should trust him.
"Yeah," She smiled, "I got it."
Happy turned the water off and reached out for a towel. He dried her, from the feet up, finishing with her back, gently blotting the water from her angry skin. He sent her off with a smack on the ass, and dried himself off. Filling the sink with hot water, he pulled out his razor and shave gel from his bag. He was meticulous about shaving his head and face, working in long, methodic strokes. He found the repetitive motions somewhat soothing. It had the added bonus of erasing all the grey that had started to crop up.
In the mirror he caught Ace coming up behind him. She'd pulled on jeans and braided her red hair down one shoulder, but she hadn't bothered with a shirt. Which was, of course, more than fine by him.
"Door still locked?" He asked, eyes on her gorgeous tits. Despite having just had her bent over in the shower, the combination of topless with jeans felt deliciously taboo. When she nodded, he forcibly dragged his attention back to his own dome.
"Gonna be a shame covering all that ink up." He grumbled when he was done shaving and dressed in fresh clothes. "Those tits, too."
"Yeah, you like 'em, big man?" Ace asked, putting them all in his face as he sat on the bed to pull his boots on. Any response he'd been about to make was thwarted by the sound of his pre-pay ringing. He motioned her facedown on the bed so that he could dress the tattoo while he answered the phone.
"Yeah." His standard greeting was cut off almost immediately by Quinn.
"Tell me why I just got a release request from the guy who has been watching your back for years?" He demanded, clearly pissed.
"Don't trust him anymore." Happy growled, pissed all over again at the thought of Shark out on the road with old lady.
"Well I guess you don't have to. He's put in a request at Charming. So as if I even have to fucking ask, do you vote to release?"
"Yeah. I do." He responded, voice hard. His hands were gentle, but efficient, though, covering up the ink with vacuum sealed bandages and taping it all down, securely.
"So now who the hell am I supposed to task with watching your six? You don't exactly have the rep of an easy fucker to work with." Quinn complained.
"Well I'm bringing Tig to your lake house, he's my early birthday present to you. You're welcome." Happy ignored Ace giggling underneath him, but Quinn didn't.
"My birthday was 3 months ago, asshole. Is Ace sitting right there?" Quinn asked, voice resigned and tired.
"Yeah, I'm dressing her new tat." Happy explained, grateful that Quinn was dropping the Shark issue.
"Slick sent me the pictures. Nice work, on the ink and the woman. She looks like a rare find." Quinn was always the grounding voice of wisdom for his Nomads, the level head that kept all the hardest, wildest Sons in line.
"Yeah, she is."
"And you've known her since you were kids?" Quinn was clearly still trying to figure it all out.
"Nah, man, she's like 15 years younger than me." It sounded like a big number when he let it fly like that.
"Thirteen." Ace corrected.
"Thirteen." He parroted. "My ma was her babysitter, but I wasn't around much when she was a kid, too busy acting like a thug. Went away for 7 years when I turned 18, and Prospected right after that. Haven't exactly been around a whole for her."
"You're around now." Quinn reminded him, "And incredibly lucky that she came available, because you're a stupid SOB for not snatching her up in the first place."
"Does everyone really have to keep telling me that?" He protested, but Quinn, and Ace, just laughed.
"Well, I'm looking forward to having you guys here at the lake house. Keep Tig tight, I'll call in his vote while I'm working on Shark's release."
"Will do, Boss." And Happy disconnected, tossing the pre-pay haphazardly on the nightstand. He rolled off of Ace, onto his back. She watched him, her blue eyes sparkling, cheek propped on one forearm.
"Hey Hap…" She started, but he cut her off quickly.
"Don't. " He ordered. "We're good, you don't say gotta say shit."
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