Disclaimer-I do not own the Sons of Anarchy, but I do own NOMA, my OCs, and I'm still claiming Kozik. You hear that, KJ? Mr. Kurt Sutter might have killed you off, but with me you'll live forever! OK enough nonsense, you guys don't even read these anyway.
Happy ripped off the tape and plastic covering the godforsaken cast and tossed it in the trashcan. He wasn't even trying to be quiet, but then it didn't really matter because lately Ace had been sleeping more during the day than at night. He knew she'd been up the night before, her sketchbook and pencils were all over the chair. It didn't take him long to struggle into his clothes, he was getting used to managing one handed, although it still chafed his nerves every time he fumbled something, which happened on average, about a thousand times a day.
"Hey." Happy nudged Ace with a knee while pulling on his shoulder holster, and typically, she barely cracked an eye open. "I'm thinking about heading out, you gonna get up?"
"Mmph." Was the only answer he got before she pulled the covers over her face and turned her back to him. Happy shook his head and left her alone, experience had taught him that messing with her when she was sleeping didn't accomplish anything, other than to piss both of them off more. Instead, he went to pick up her shit, flipping through her book while he gathered up the pencils. There still wasn't anything new in it, and no signs that she'd ripped anything out, either, which made him wonder how she kept making such a mess if she wasn't doing anything.
Once he'd finished putting her stuff away, Happy went to the bathroom and started pulling out all her medication, so he could be sure she'd remember to take it whenever she got up. He'd been leaving it all in a little pile on the nightstand for the last couple days since he'd figured out that she wasn't exactly keeping to a schedule with it.
"Last chance…" Happy tried to coax her, pulling the blanket off of her face, but she pulled it right back up.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He sighed, and snatched the keys off of the dresser, closing the door behind him.
No Other Man Alive
Ace was in the shower when she heard the door open. She'd really hoped to be out and dressed before he made it back from wherever he'd gone today.
"Hey." Happy came in and sat on the lid of the toilet. Ace opened the shower door far enough to lean out and kiss him.
"You smell like rain. Where'd you go?" Ace asked, returning to the time consuming task of dealing with her hair.
"Here and there. Drove an hour out to Bullet's place to shoot before I figured out that I couldn't shoot a big gun anyway." Happy leaned forward, elbows on his knees, flexing his fucked up hand as much as he could.
"You're halfway there, big man." Ace reminded him and held a hand out for a towel, which he passed to her.
"Did you remember to take your second set of pills today?" Happy asked her, pulling her in to stand between his legs, so he could lay his head against her stomach.
"Uh, I only took the first ones a few hours ago." Ace hedged, so he knew that she probably had only been up for an hour or so.
"Fuck, Ace, if I wanted a kid, I could've saved a shitload of money on condoms." He griped, and pushed her toward the room. "I guess that means you didn't eat, either."
"Sorry, Happy. I am trying." Ace called from the room where he hoped to Christ she was putting on real clothes. He scrubbed his face roughly and mentally checked his frustration with her.
"I know you are. Hurry up and get dressed, we'll go get dinner." He told her in a level tone.
No Other Man Alive
Happy waited until he was sure Ace was all the way asleep before he slid out from under her and off the bed. They'd been fooling around before she'd passed the hell out, but beyond a handjob in the shower a few days before, all their sack sessions had left him with a dangerous case of blue balls. He took care of his current hard on in the bathroom, with brutal efficiency, calling up the memory of their night in Phoenix to move things along.
It was the one thing he figured he mourned most in the aftermath of Ace's rape. He didn't think that any amount of time or TLC was going to bring back Ace's anything-you-want attitude. At this point, he was starting to doubt that he'd ever get his dick sucked again, which was a goddamn tragedy.
Having taken care of business, Happy crawled back into bed, pulling Ace on top of him, even though she'd curled herself into a weird little ball. He'd tried to keep her up as long as possible, hoping to get her to sleep at least part of the way through the night. It was pretty much driving him up a wall finding her path of destruction when he got up in the morning. Yawning, Happy pulled her hair up off of her back, and traced the letters of his name across her back until he finally fell asleep.
No Other Man Alive
Ace awoke with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She looked around the room for any sign of Happy, but knew she wouldn't find him there; he'd been taking off more and more, fed up with her weird sleeping shit. Rolling to the edge of the bed, she hung her head over the side to check the time, and shot out of bed at the realization that she had less than an hour to get to her appointment with the gynecologist.
"Fuck, he could've at least made sure I was awake." She grumbled to herself, scooping her morning pills off the nightstand and dumping them into her mouth and twisting the cap on the water bottle. Shuddering, she choked down the cocktail on her way to the bathroom. She washed her face quickly with the cold water on full blast. The bruising on her eye was finally close to gone, just an angry slash of purple running down from the inside corner.
Scrambling back into the room, anxious to be ready before Happy came bursting in demanding to leave, Ace had to search for the jeans that she'd thought would still be thrown over the back of the chair. She finally found them folded up in the bottom drawer. A quick sniff check told her that whatever else Happy had been up to, laundry had come first. She searched through the drawers, but couldn't come up with any of Happy's thermals that she'd been wearing; their tight fit the only thing that came remotely close to not swallowing her whole. Cursing the clock, Ace pulled on one of her own tank tops and threw on her hoodie over it.
Snatching up the hobo bag that still had her ID and shit in it, Ace locked the door and pulled it shut behind her. The clubhouse was deserted, and she checked the clock over the bar to make sure she didn't have the time wrong. Nope. Maybe he was outside, waiting for her in the truck, trying to make a point.
Rain was coming down in sheets outside, and cursing colorfully in a mix of English and Spanish, Ace pulled the hood up, half running, half sliding down the stairs. She ducked under the overhang at the bottom and looked around the lot, but it was pretty obvious that the truck wasn't there.
"Looking for Hap?" Tig asked, from where he sat on one of the picnic tables, smoking.
"Yeah, he's supposed to be taking me to the doctor." Ace answered, and watched Tig and Kozik exchange a look. "What?"
"Don't look at me, man, I don't even have a bitch seat and I'm sure as shit not going out in this." Tig told Kozik, ignoring her entirely.
"Did you call him?" Kozik asked her, pushing off from his lean against the warehouse.
"I don't have a phone." She growled, realization dawning that he'd forgotten about her appointment and taken off for God knew where for the day. Ace sat down heavily on the bench near Tig's feet. "Well fuck."
"Come on, I have my car, I'll take you." Kozik sighed, pulling his keys out, he pointed at Tig before dashing out into the rain, Ace on his heels. "Call him; tell him to meet us there."
No Other Man Alive
Ace went quietly to pieces after the doctor left the room, fist shoved in her mouth to keep from screaming. She held all her clothes in her arms, but was curled too tight to actually manage getting any of them on, so she just stayed where she was, rocking until the storm passed. When the fit of hysterics was over, Ace blew out through her mouth, and slid off the table. She dressed quickly, and splashed her face with water, hoping to erase the evidence of how thoroughly she'd lost her shit.
Gripping the strap of her bag so tightly that her hand hurt, Ace let herself out of the exam room and walked as fast as she could toward the waiting room. Kozik sat in a pink chair, surrounded by women, looking so freaked out that Ace almost had to laugh. She probably would have if the disappointment at finding Kozik alone wasn't so acute.
"Come on." She called to him, not even pausing as she escaped from the office. Kozik was after her like a shot.
"Uh, is everything, you know, ok?" He asked awkwardly, following her onto the elevator.
"Fine." Ace answered curtly, turning to face him, and the SAA's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Shit, are you alright, Ace high?" Kozik asked her, looking completely unsure what he was supposed to do if she wasn't.
"I'm fine, Kozik. Where's Happy?" She rubbed at her face a little more, knowing that it wasn't going to help anyway.
"He forgot about your appointment." Kozik told her, and chuckled at the no-shit look Ace shot him. "He drove out to Bullet's place again, he said he'd meet us back at the clubhouse."
"Of course he did." Ace snarked, then started laughing, until she caught the hiccups, which made her laugh harder.
No Other Man Alive
Kozik pulled right up to overhang where Happy was sitting with Tig so that she wouldn't have to run through the rain. Happy was on his feet and opening her door before Kozik even had the car fully stopped. He pulled her out and up, and bent to look in at Kozik.
"Thanks, bro, I owe you one." He said before he shut the door. He tucked Ace in against his chest, casted arm around her shoulders, the other holding the back of her head. He kissed the top of her head.
"I'm sorry, I shoulda been there." He told her, and felt her shrug against his arm. It was written all over her face that she'd lost her shit at some point, and he felt like the world's biggest asshole for bailing on her.
"Its fine, whatever." Ace mumbled into the front of his hoodie.
"You wanna go find some food?" Happy asked her, tilting her head back so he could look her in the eye, but she just shook her head.
"No, I want to take a shower. Maybe after?" Ace offered half-heartedly, and Happy nodded, turning her toward the stairs and pulling her hood up over her curls, which were even more insane than usual. He tucked his cast inside his own sweatshirt and followed her.
No Other Man Alive
Happy leaned a shoulder on the doorframe of the bathroom, watching as Ace washed. The water was too hot, steaming up the bathroom and turning her skin an angry pink. He wasn't happy that the doc had upset her so much, but he was enjoying the rare experience of Ace not ducking and hiding from him.
"You gonna tell me what's got you all riled?" He finally asked, when she had quit washing and turned into the water. She didn't even acknowledge him, though, and after a long minute, Happy pushed off from his spot and grabbed her towel. Reaching into the shower, he turned the water off and stepped in, wrapping her up. She fisted her hands in his shirt, and he pulled her hard against him, not liking how shaken she seemed. "Did something happen?"
"No, no, nothing like that." She assured him, and when she pulled back to look up at him, he was captivated by how sexy she looked, her skin beaded with water and her hair piled up in a riot on top of her head. "It just really sucked having to do that alone. It's not like Kozik was going to come back and hold my hand."
"Thank fuck for that." Happy grumbled, making a face. It was exactly the impetus Ace needed to break her out of the funk, she giggled at him, and he grinned back, relieved. He tugged her hair back, and shoved his tongue into her mouth when she gasped. It made him immediately hard when she laughed into his mouth and kissed him back. He pushed her back against the wall, rubbing his dick against her hip, and she surprised the shit out of him when she dropped a hand between them and cupped him through his jeans.
"Shit." He cursed, and tried hard to pull himself back. "Are we doing this?"
"Yeah, I think we are." She hummed against his mouth, pulling his shirt up so that he had to duck out of it.
Her mouth was hot on his skin, and he let his forehead fall against the wall, groaning. He fumbled for the opening in the towel, and was relieved that he found it without having to actually move away from her oral assault on his neck to look. He could feel his self control slipping through his fingers when he found her already wet without having been worked up to it. She was panting now, her breath hot in his ear as he stroked and danced his fingers along the slick, swollen skin. Her hand returned to the bulge in his pants and then she wasn't the only one breathing hard. She rolled her hip, opening herself up further for him, and he cursed when he slid two fingers inside her, remembering the way she felt around his cock. From there it was a race to make her cum before the over the pants handjob she was delivering made him lose all his self respect.
"Come on…" He growled, even as she opened his jeans and slid her hand into his boxers. He would have given anything in that moment to have the cast off of his hand so that he could have pinned her hands to the wall over her head. Instead, he ground the heel of his hand into her clit, not letting up on her until she cried out and finally gave into the orgasm. She barely paused to recover before she was on him again, tugging on his jeans. He pulled his fingers from her, and caught her jaw in his hand, trying hard not to be distracted by the sight of her own juices streaking down the side of her face from his hand.
"Hey." He demanded her attention and she met his gaze boldly. "You're sure about this?"
"Yes, big man, I'm sure." Ace told him, and he nodded once, finishing the job of kicking off his jeans. He tugged on the towel, letting it drop the shower floor.
"Do you want to move?" He asked, realizing for the first time that fucking her standing up in the shower wasn't exactly the way he'd meant to ease her into this.
"No." She hissed, desperate, and he was powerless to refuse her. He dragged her knee up over his hip, past giving a fuck about his cast being braced on the wet wall. She lined him up at her entrance and despite all intentions to go slow and keep his eyes open, he couldn't. The heat and slickness engulfing his cock and sucking him in nearly had him cumming before he'd even gotten balls deep. Incapable of thinking through the haze, Happy just stopped. He couldn't move or think or take in anything beyond how goddamn good she felt.
When he picked his head up off of her shoulder, though, her face was ashen. A quick refocus and he could feel her hands digging into the muscles of his shoulders, and her body had gone tense.
"Shit. Are you alright?" He asked, because he didn't know what else to say to her. He rubbed the leg that he still had over his hip, and kissed her gently on the corner of her lips. His body was vibrating with the need to move, but he clamped down the impulse, concentrating only on her.
"Yeah." She answered, brow furrowed, and she breathed slowly and deliberately through her mouth. "A lot more sore than I expected."
"Ok, are we stopping?" He asked, but she shook her head.
"No, just go slow." She looked like she was gritting her teeth, and he flexed his hips warily, not sure at all that this was a good idea. He was right, the second he started to push back into her, she went completely rigid, practically climbing the wall pulling away from him. "Shit, stop stop stop."
Happy pulled out, and dropped her leg. He saw the streaks of blood on his dick and his stomach rolled, but he dismissed his own issues, knowing that tending to her was critical if he ever wanted to get to the other side of this shit.
"Hey, hey, you're ok, come here." He wrapped his arms all the way around her, and turned them so that he was the one against the wall. She was all tucked in on herself, arms wrapped around her middle, with her head buried somewhere underneath his chin.
"I'm sorry, Happy." She sighed into his chest, and he was gripped by the sudden urge to go hit something. "It just really fucking hurt. We can try again."
"What the fuck are you sorry for? You're fucking bleeding, baby." Happy was completely freaked out, but trying hard not to show it.
"Am I?" She pulled away and looked down at herself, and him. "Damn it. The doctor said that might happen."
He watched her clean up her thighs and crotch with the washcloth still wet from her shower. She seemed pretty nonchalant for someone who had just gotten bloody over sex.
"Did the doctor say what you were supposed to do about it?" He demanded, catching her wrist to get her attention. "Give me something here, I'm kinda freaking the fuck out, baby."
"I'm fine, it's not that big of a thing." She shrugged, and offered the washcloth to him, which he took and wiped the blood off of his softening cock. She was starting to look sad, and he nudged her out of the shower ahead of him.
"C'mere." Happy pulled her onto the bed with him, wrapping both of them up in the blanket. He kissed her forehead and her eyelids and then her lips, until she smiled. "What's doing in that pretty little head?"
"Just frustrated. Today sucked, and then in the shower, I really wanted you and I thought it was going to work, and it didn't, and-" Happy cut off her rambling, pressing his lips to hers, then shushing her.
"Quit. We'll try again in a few days, it's not a big fucking deal." He told her, mostly just relieved that she'd been into it at all. "I really did miss being inside you, though."
Ace snuggled closer to him, and yawned. He knew she had to be pretty wiped from the day, but he didn't want her to sleep too much and be up all fucking night again.
"Go to sleep, I'll get you up in an hour and we'll go eat, k?" He told her, pulling an arm out so he could reach his cigarettes. When he looked down again he expected her to already be asleep, but her eyes were wide open.
"Thanks for dealing with all my shit." She told him, and he'd been about to shrug it off, but her expression was too serious, and she was holding onto him too tightly. "I do love you, big man."
"Yeah, love you, too." He mumbled awkwardly, throat thick. "Go to sleep."
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