Disclaimer-Are you all still here? Good. Let it be known that I don't own the Sons of Anarchy. I do own this story, my OCs, and a ton of anxiety over where this story is headed. Can't wait to share it with you.
Happy sat back, letting Tig take the lead on the interrogation of the Lobo they'd spent almost four weeks tracking through Texas and into Mexico, and finally back across the border into Arizona.
"I think we got what we need, man." Tig was sweaty and blood spattered, and smiling angelically. Happy was relieved, he'd been itching to get back to Ace for weeks. He hadn't talked to her since he left, just a few check in texts from her to let him know that she was fine and working, and then he'd had to ditch his phone a few weeks back because he had a bad feeling that someone was watching him. She hadn't tried to text Tig, though, so he figured she was probably ok.
He stood to survey the fat Mexican swinging by his wrists. He slapped him hard across the face to bring him back around.
"You got anything else you want to say?" Happy asked him, and every hair on his body stood on end when the man began to laugh, high pitched with more than a touch of hysteria.
"You don't even know, ese." He grinned broadly, blood dripping down his face. "I know who you are, and your little bitch is going to pay for what you've done."
With a growl, Happy buried a knife in his neck, twisting it ruthlessly. He waited for a long moment, sucking breath in through his nose.
"Call her. Make sure she is fine and make sure she has her goddamn gun on her." He ordered Tig and started dowsing the room with gasoline.
"No problem, man. I'm sure she's fine." Tig stripped off his gloves and the plain black hoodie over his cut and dropped them in a puddle. He walked out, already pulling his phone from his pocket.
Happy clamped down on the panic in his gut, needing to focus on getting this job done right. Getting sloppy wouldn't pay off in anything but a prison jumpsuit. Pushing Ace from his mind, he finished the cleanup, lighting a cigarette, taking a couple drags and then tossing it behind him as he left, igniting the accelerant.
"Hey, I talked to Ace, she's fine. She said she's carrying and everything's quiet." Tig assured him as soon as he emerged.
"Fuck!" Happy yelled, kicking a metal dumpster, leaving a dent in the side. "Why the fuck do we have to go to Charming now?"
"Brother. No one's gonna care if you take off now. I'll go back to SAMTAZ, and let them know they're in the clear. We'll all meet you in Phoenix a couple hours after you get there, and head to Charming in the morning. Don't fucking sweat it, man, just go." Tig hugged him, then pushed him toward his Harley. "Go man."
Happy didn't hesitate a second longer, just peeled out, kicking clouds of dust in his wake.
No Other Man Alive
Ace packed her kit up, rolling her neck to work out the cramps from keeping it bent to her work for the last three hours. She'd been working in a dirty little shop in a Mexican neighborhood, rife with gang activity. Almost every piece she'd worked on in the last weeks had been colors or tags, but the handy thing about working somewhere that wasn't precisely on the up and up was that no one cared that she demanded to be paid in cash.
She pulled the strap of her hobo bag over her head, keeping it open. When she ducked out of the back and began her three mile hike back to her motel, it was with a locked and loaded G39 in her hand, only barely concealed by the bag. Tig's call before her shift had her on high alert, her eyes constantly scanning to make sure she didn't have any pursuers. It was the first time she'd heard from either of them in weeks, and it disappointed her that Happy had tasked his right hand man with the check in, even though Tig had told her that it was just because her old man needed to stay focused. She hadn't expected whatever he was doing to take so long, and Tig had cut off any inquiry she'd tried to make about when they might be done.
Ace turned, walking backwards for a few paces to make sure that no one was behind her before she turned into the lot her room faced. Satisfied that she was alone, she ducked around the corner and stopped short, heart pounding. There were over a dozen Harleys lined up in a tidy row, and Ace's mouth went dry as she searched for the distinct detailing of Happy's. Find it, she stepped forward out of the shadows, and spotted him, sitting in front of her open door in jeans and his cut, bare-chested, with Tig and four or five other Sons. Heart in her throat, Ace hit the safety on her Glock, and took off at a dead run across the pavement.
Happy spotted Ace the second she started running, and he pushed out of the chair, kicking it over in his haste. He took half a dozen paces toward her, then stopped and braced himself to absorb her weight, since she wasn't slowing at all. She flung herself into his arms, and he staggered against the impact, wrapping one arm around her back and burying his other hand in her hair, pulling her flush against him. Her arms were locked tightly around his neck and he could feel her sobbing soundlessly into his neck.
"Shh," He murmured into her ear, aware of all his brothers' eyes watching them. "You did good, baby, I'm proud of you."
Happy tugged on her hair, drawing her back far enough to look at her. They spent a long minute with their foreheads together, eyes locked, not speaking a word. When her breathing had slowed, he kissed her wet face, one cheek, then the other.
"I'm glad you're back, big man." She whispered in the moment before his mouth descended on hers. The taste of him in her mouth made her want to weep again, it was that profound of a relief. The heady moment was short lived though, because the sound of lots of heavy hands applauding and a few catcalls interrupted their intimate reunion. Happy broke away, letting her slide down him to her feet. She grinned brilliantly up at him while he adjusted his hard on to a less noticeable position.
"I've been cooling my heels for hours." He growled at her, taking her hand and all but dragging her toward the motel. "I just wanted to see you and make sure you were safe, and you weren't here. You drive me fucking insane with that shit, Ace."
"Sorry, Happy. I was at work." She hissed, as they were engulfed by Sons, slapping Happy on the back and greeting her, but it was such a crush of new faces that Ace didn't remember a single one. The one she did recognize was Tig's, where he still sat on an office chair pilfered from one of the motel rooms. He toasted her silently with the bottle of Jack in his hand, and she smiled back at him.
Happy shoved through the knot of his brothers, dragging Ace behind him. She was laughing, dwarfed by the men in cuts. Free of the men jokingly trying to impede their progress, Happy pushed Ace in front of him, headed straight for the open motel room door.
"Don't break her, man, we gotta ride in the morning!" Tig called right before Happy slammed the door and locked it.
Ace backed into the room, and placed her bag on the dresser, eyes glued to Happy, soaking in the sight of him. She toed her boots off, tracking him as he crossed to the bed. He picked up her phone and held it up significantly.
"We'll talk about this later." He promised, setting it on the night stand, next to his cut. His boots and jeans hit the floor moments later, and he sat on the edge of the bed, hand sliding casually up and down his shaft. Ace couldn't speak, just stared, transfixed. "If you want me to last more'n a minute, you gotta come take the edge off, baby."
Ace moved to him, standing between his knees. He let go of his cock, sliding his hands up her sides, taking her shirt with them. Still watching her face, Happy reached behind her and released the clasp on her bra and stripped it off of her. Finally breaking eye contact, he took in the eye level view of her tits and groaned. He put pressure on her hips, drawing her downward.
"Come on, baby, hit your knees." And Ace did, sliding her hands up his naked thighs. Happy leaned back on one hand, holding his erection in the other. He only let go when Ace's hot mouth engulfed his head, tongue working the sensitive tip of him. With Herculean effort, Happy resisted wrapping his hand in all that red hair. He knew that if he touched her, he'd be forcing himself into her mouth hard enough to choke her, and she had him close to cumming down her throat already. He tried to believe that it was the weeks of celibacy that he'd forced on himself, the longest he could remember going without pussy since he'd gotten out of prison, but really it was Ace, making him lose all control. He felt her hand slide down to cup his sac, and he was lost, orgasm barreling up his cock and into her mouth. Watching her swallow his cum kept him semi-hard as she released him from her mouth and sat back on her heels, smug little smile on her face.
Ace took a drink from the water bottle on the nightstand and silently waited for further instruction. She had no doubt that Happy knew exactly where he wanted this to go, and it was completely fine with her to let him lead.
"Take off your pants and lay down." He ordered, sitting back against the headboard and patting the mattress to his right, his left hand already trying to work life back into his dick. Naked, Ace crawled onto the bed to lay next to him, but he shook his head and spun two fingers.
"Other way." Cheeks burning, Ace complied, laying on her back with her head opposite from his, letting Happy spread her thighs, his hand stroking up and down the inside of her right leg.
"Yeah, that's right baby, let me see it all." It was incredibly hot being so exposed to his gaze, and Ace trembled, waiting for him to touch her.
"Happy…" Ace begged, but he shook his head, resisting her efforts to pull his hand to where she wanted it.
"Did you think about me while I was gone?" He demanded, still slowly stroking her thigh. Ace nodded, breathing hard, watching him, as he stared at her sex spread wide. "Did you put your hands on that pretty pussy and fuck yourself while you were thinking about me?"
"Oh fuck." She breathed, arching her back, desperate for him to touch her.
"That's not an answer." He told her, pulling his hand further up to her knee.
"Yeeeessss." She told him on a moan.
"Show me." He dared her, with a nasty smirk. Ace looked eyes with him, and brought both hands to her breasts, kneading them and rolling the nipples between her fingers. She trailed her right hand down her flat stomach to cup herself.
"That's right filthy girl." Happy kept talking, encouraging her further. She dipped two fingers in her juices, using them to rub up on either side of her clit. Frustrated, she slid the fingers back inside her, but Happy clamped down on her wrist, drawing her hand back to the top of her slit.
"That's not gonna work, I want to see you." He reached over her and stuck his middle and ring finger in her mouth, and she swirled her tongue around them obediently. He pushed them inside her slowly, and having him inside her, even just his fingers, made her cry out. She moved her hips restlessly, and he watched, fascinated, as she moved herself against his hand.
"Come on, Ace," He coaxed, sliding another finger into her, stretching her. "My dick is hard again, baby, but I'm not gonna fuck you until you make yourself cum."
Barely a second later, Ace came, back arching off the bed. Happy never took his eyes off of her, transfixed by the sight of her pussy clamped down around his fingers.
"You're fucking beautiful." He told her, withdrawing his hand as she relaxed back down. Crawling up her body, he slid into her without warning, and they both gasped. Happy braced a closed fist next to her head, and sucked the taste of her off of his fingers before pulling her mouth up to his. He was consumed by the feel of her beneath him and he wanted to devour her. His free hand roamed her body, sliding up her leg, hitched around his hip, cupping a breast, skimming up the column of her throat, thumb stroking lightly across her pulse there.
"No, don't close your eyes, baby, let me see you." He urged her, feeling her cum around him. "Yeeeah, that's right."
They moved slowly together, their earlier desperation satisfied. When he finally came again, it was equally as powerful as his first orgasm, but pleasantly lacked the violence. Happy held Ace to his chest, burying his face in her hair.
"Every time I'm inside you, I feel like I'm losing my fucking mind." He told her, and entwined his fingers with hers. Ace snorted, then yawned.
"The feeling is entirely mutual, big man. I missed you." She made a small disgruntled noise as he pulled out of her and got up. "I'm tired, Hap." She remarked, sounding surprised.
"Then go to sleep, crazy Ace. I got your back." He dressed while she burrowed under the covers, already mostly asleep. Satisfied that she was covered up, Happy slipped out of the room to join his brothers.
"I told you not to break her, man!" Tig peered around him through the open door and Happy slapped the back of his head before dropping into one of the pilfered chairs. Tig passed him the bottle of Jack after he'd lit a smoke.
"You doing alright, brother?" Happy finally asked. Neither looked at the other, both just watching the two Prospects standing watch over the line of Harleys.
"Yeah, Piney's been trying to drink himself into a grave for years, it's not exactly a surprise he finally managed it." Tig answered, and took the bottle back. "Fucking Charming, man. You haven't even been back since you had it out with Jax, have you?"
"Nope." They passed the bottle back and forth in silence for a while.
"Everyone else crash?" Happy finally broke the silence.
"Yeah. It's gonna be a long ass day tomorrow. You should go wake your old lady up for round two and then get some sleep."
"It'd be round three." Happy corrected, with a cocky grin.
"You greedy dog!" Tig approved, with a knuckle tap. "Go to bed asshole. I'm gonna stay up and hassle the Prospects for a while."
No Other Man Alive
"Wake up, Ace." Happy shook her hip lightly until she finally opened her eyes.
"You're dressed." Ace pouted, confused. "Why are you dressed?"
"Because we gotta go." He told her, returning to the task of packing up her things.
"Where are we going?" Ace asked, kicking back the comforter and stretching. She smiled when she caught Happy watching, frozen in the middle of shoving some socks into her bag. "You know, you can just come back to bed…"
"Mmm. No, we have to go to Charming." Ace came fully awake then, sitting all the way up. Her brows were low as she worked through the few things she knew about Charming.
"Why are we going to Charming? I thought you didn't like Charming." Ace took the bag from Happy's hands and dug for a pair of clean underwear.
"No, I love Charming. I just think bad shit happens there." Happy answered thoughtfully. "We're going for a funeral, one their members died."
"One of your friends?" Ace looked alarmed, pausing while she pulled on her jeans. She continued when Happy shook his head.
"Nah, just a brother. Liver disease. You have almost no stuff, why is it fucking everywhere?" Happy griped at her.
"Sorry, big man, I didn't know you were coming last night, or that we would be leaving this morning." Ace shrugged, and hurried to finish dressing so that she could help with packing. She ducked into the bathroom and brushed her teeth while she gathered her toiletries.
"Were you dealing drugs while I was gone?" Happy asked, appearing behind her in the dingy mirror, thumbing through the stack of cash that he must have found in the pocket of her leather.
"Nope." Ace paused, to spit and then rinse her mouth. "I was working in a Mexican neighborhood, turns out 'bangers like getting tatted by a pretty Puerto Rican girl. Stop glaring at me, Happy."
"You can't tell me shit like that if you want to keep working." He grumbled.
"Okay." Ace agreed, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hi."
Shaking his head at her, Happy gave in and kissed her. He wished like hell that he could've just spent the morning in bed with her, doing all the dirty shit that he'd been thinking about while on the road. He hated riding in big formations, hated that Ace's shit was everywhere, and hated that his hand was being forced and that he had to take her to Charming. He heard the sound of a handful of Harleys pulling into the motel parking lot and pulled away from Ace, pointedly ignoring her pout.
"Sounds like the boys from New Mexico made it." He told her. "Is all your stuff in your bag, or are you hiding shit somewhere else?"
"Quit fucking and get out here!" Tig called, banging on the door.
"As long as I have everything I need to tattoo and the money, anything else can be replaced." Ace slung her bag over her shoulder and tucked her helmet and leather under an arm, flinging the door open. "Hey, Tigger!" She pinched his cheek, then got a good look at the scene in the parking lot.
"Hey sweetheart." He kicked one of her boots across her other leg, causing her to trip and glare at him. He smiled angelically back. Happy slapped the back of his head as he passed, catching up to his old lady.
"That's a lot of leather." She whispered when Happy slung his arm around her shoulder.
"Piney was First 9, anyone that can be spared from every charter will be in Charming to pay their respects." Happy saw her confused look and explained. "First 9, a founding member of the club."
"Sounds crowded." Ace remarked dubiously. Happy just grunted in agreement, and took Ace's bag from her shoulder.
"Tell me that's her, Hap!" A sunworn man with incredible blue eyes whistled appreciatively, and came in for the requisite bro hug.
"Ace, this is Nova, he's another one of Quinn's Nomads." Happy introduced her with reluctance.
"Nova as in the S.H.I.E.L.D. character?" She asked, but Happy just shot her a what-the-fuck look.
"As in Casa. He can talk the panties off of a nun. Don't talk to him." Happy ordered her, and choosing to be amused, Ace just shrugged apologetically to Nova.
"I think I actually did that once." Nova grinned, unabashed, leaning against what she presumed was his Harley.
Ace surveyed the parking lot with interest as Happy packed her bag away. She returned the waves of a couple women, confused that they seemed to know who she was, and relieved that they didn't seem to be considering abducting her like Tacoma's old ladies had.
"Does everyone know who I am?" She finally asked, beginning to get uncomfortable with the attention.
"Pretty much." Nova answered, putting both hands up in surrender at Happy's glare. "Your Killah here has been pretty vocal about never taking an old lady, so inquiring minds want to know how you changed his mind."
"Should we be going now?" Ace asked uneasily, as engines began firing up all around them. Happy just shook his head and lit a smoke.
"Nomads will take the rear. We got time." He answered, and took her helmet so she could wriggle into her leather.
"Why do you get to wear a t-shirt, and I have to marinate?" She complained, zipping the jacket. Happy waited while she braided her hair, then placed the helmet on her head, holding her face under the chin with one hand.
"Because I don't give a shit if I lose half my skin laying my bike down. I do fucking care about yours." Having said his piece, Happy turned her loose and got on his Harley. "Come on."
Ace mounted up as soon as Happy braced for her. She smiled broadly, and wrapped herself tightly around him, grateful for the proximity.
"How far is Charming?" She asked, hoping that it was a longer ride, because she obviously wasn't going to have him to herself at the end of it.
"About 750 miles." He grinned over his shoulder, watching the dawning horror as she calculated the amount of time it would take.
No Other Man Alive
The sheer amount of motorcycles lined up in the Teller-Morrow parking lot would have been impressive if Ace could feel her butt. The upside to the numbness that had crept in around hour nine was that her tailbone didn't hurt anymore, but she was a bit panicked that she was going to fall over now that Happy was getting ready to walk his bike back into the line.
"Need a hand?" Shark had been working to help push the Harleys into a tight line in order to fit them all. Ace shifted uncomfortably because the truth was, she really did need help. Happy looked deliberately through him, though, and called across the lot to Kozik, unconcerned that he was holding the rest of his Nomads up. From the laughter, it didn't appear that they minded.
"Ace high! Come on." Kozik pulled her off the back of Happy's Harley, holding onto her arm to keep her steady. "Tough ride?"
"Thanks, Kozik. Yeah, it was a tiny bit long." She pulled her arm from his grasp as soon as she felt steady enough. She took off her helmet and unzipped her leather. "Holy shit I'm sweating like a pig."
She walked back to where Happy still sat on his Harley. He was smoking, but pulled her close, resting his head against her chest. She followed the line of his stare to see Tig, embraced between an older man with an impressive mustache, and a woman with heavily highlighted hair and some very serious bitch heels. It was uncomfortably intimate, and Ace looked back to the thoughtful expression on Happy's face and felt a frisson of unease shoot up her back.
"Is that Jax?" She guessed, rubbing her old man's back, hoping to relax him.
"No." He shook his head, as though to clear it, and finally dismounted. "That's Clay Morrow."
**Thank you for reading and reviewing! Please feel free to follow me on Twitter (ShamrockJess)**