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Chapter 6: What is it you think I want?

Major pussy, that's what he was, cause he was now in her fucking couch, watching that movie. Mogambo. It sucked and every once in a while she looked at him and laughed.

"You hate it."

"Those shorts ain't right." He was looking at the shorts the, apparently, hot dude was wearing. Happy was a firm believer of the fact that no grown man should wear shorts. This guy was wearing shorts and knee socks. Made him look like Hitler, that was just wrong.

"We can turn it off."

"Who jumped from the boat?"

"Why do you even care?"

"I wanna know if he gets the brunette or the blond."

She wouldn't tell him and he ended up watching the entire shit movie. He did leave her scarlet red and panting in the hallway as well, so it was worth it.

-o0o-

The next morning Ava was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. She needed to tell him, talk to him and... do what? Say 'sorry, got some bad scaring on my back, could you please pretend to not be disgusted when you see it?' She had to tell him, she couldn't just pull of her clothes and pretend like it was nothing.

She kicked the bathtub in frustration and rinsed her mouth.

"What did you do, mom?" Grace leaned into the bathroom and asked.

"Nothing, honey. I hit my foot in the bathtub."

"Oh, ok." Grace looked at her for a few moments. "Are you angry?"

"There's just no lying to you, is there? Or am I a terrible liar?" She smiled and sat down on the floor. It could be a combination, Grace knew when people were honest. And obviously Ava wasn't much of a liar. Happy could even see when she was planning on deceiving him.

Grace came up and sat down in her lap and she put her arm around her. "Happy says it's because you're a good person, they're worse at lying cause they feel bad about it."

"Did he now?" Just the man she didn't want to talk about, seems like his on both their minds the entire bloody time, invading every part of their life. "I'm not angry honey, only frustrated and it's got nothing to do with you."

"Ok." Grace put her arms around Ava's neck.

"We need to get done. I've got work and you've got school." She squeezed her tighter for a few seconds. "Mary is picking you up and are taking you too Laura today and I'll pick you up form there. Ok?"

"Ok." Grace gave her a kiss. "I love you, mom."

"Good. Love you too."

They picked up their stuff and about half an hour later Ava was at the library, getting ready to open up.

-o0o-

Happy was lying on the bed, trying to figure out what the problem was. The woman was about to burst, just as he was and she still didn't even try to stop him when he left. He had decided to do this at her speed, but they weren't on her speed any more. They weren't at any fucking speed what so ever, they were treading water and at the worst fucking point.

He wasn't a teenager, he wasn't going to snap and do something she didn't want to but that didn't mean that he wasn't getting really damn frustrated with the situation. She needed to tell him what the actual problem was, cause it wasn't that she didn't want him. If you rub yourself against someone the way she had done the last couple of night, you wanted them. Bad.

He sighed, got up and went out to the bar.

"Coffee?" Bobby asked and held up a cup.

"Yeah."

He drank coffee, ate some muffins and got out into the garage and worked a couple of hours to try to keep his mind on something. Then he decided that she probably needed lunch as well and got on the bike.

"I'm going out for lunch, be back soon." He yelled to Clay who only waved at him.

He walked up the stairs to the where she usually was and halted when he saw Hale sitting at a table. And he was talking to Ava. What the fuck was this about? He moved behind some bookshelves and towards their direction.

-o0o-

Hale came to see her at the library. He had been one of the kindest cops she had dealt with over the years. Genuine concern and when she had taken a chance and told him about the problems with insurance on cars and being hidden. He smiled at her and simply said that the police in charming was overlooking far worse things than drivers without insurance. At least he was not doing his job for a good cause.

She smiled at him when he came walking. "Deputy Chief Hale. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Please, David or Hale is enough." He smiled. "Just some small things, nothing really important but I had to return my library books anyway."

"Did you return them in time?"

"No, but I did pay the fine like a good citizen." Ava laughed at the fact that he did look slightly embarrassed and he knew why she laughed. "I'm sorry, bad memories about one of the librarians who used to work here."

"Oh, we all have one of those librarians in our childhood." She laughed then she realized. "Oh my god! I could be the future horror librarian for some kids."

"I very much doubt that." Dave gave her a reassuring smile.

"Give me a couple of years of bitterness about kids who don't treat the books with respect." She moved towards a table and sat down. Hale sat down in front of her. "So why did you want to see me?"

"I talked to the San Francisco PD yesterday. They're not really keeping an eye on him but they had seen him."

"Ok."

"They said he seemed calm, he's working and he was not drunk or stoned."

"Well... I guess that's good."

"He's still seeing his parole officer from the drug charges." Hale was eying her.

"I know what you're about to say. They want me to come back and testify, let them charge him with assault or something else."

"Yes. You should do that."

"It's not going to work. I've tried, once and I'm not putting myself through that again. I have Grace now as well."

"You do realize that the he could sue you for custody?" Hale said.

"He won't. He doesn't care about her. He probably doesn't even think that she's his."

"You let me know if you need anything, ok?"

"Ok."

"I couldn't help to notice that you are... involved with the Sons."

She sighed. Involved, she couldn't even take of her clothes in front of him. Oh, wait, he probably didn't mean 'involved' that way. She looked at him. "Ehrm, well..."

"It's none of my business what you do, but be careful. They... mess up a lot of things but they won't hurt you, that's not what I mean." The last part was probably a reaction to her staring at him. "Just... don't get in over your head." He said and got up.

She stood up in front of him. "Thank you, David. For everything, you're one of the good guys and I'm glad you're the first cop I ran into here."

"Just doing my job."

"Well, you can 'just do your job' in a lot worse ways. Trust me, I've been dealing with quite a few of you over the years."

"Thanks. Take care and I'll let you know if I hear anything." He said and walked away.

-o0o-

Happy was still standing behind the bookshelf and heard Hale leaving. Was she flirting with him? Would she admit to have talked to him? He waited a few minutes and then went to find her. She smiled when she saw him.

"Hi, borrowing a book?"

"I don't read."

"I've noticed." she was still smiling and she went up to him to give him a hug. She had a skirt again and a dark red shirt. She was sexy as hell, again.

"I saw Hale."

"Yeah." She looked up at him, still holding her arms around his waist.

"What did he want?"

"Nothing important really. He's in contact with the cops in San Francisco. He just wanted me to know that things seemed to be calm."

"Is he you own private investigator?"

"No. The first week I was here I went to talk to the cops. I met him and he seemed decent. I told him about stuff. That I don't have an insurance, that Grace needs to go to school in a different name. That I don't officially live here and... stuff, the situation." She was eying him now. "He's been a great help. One of the best cops I've dealt with."

That pissed him off. "Did he ask about me?"

"He didn't ask. He told me to be careful. Got the feeling he doesn't like the Sons."

"He doesn't. Tell me if he asks about us."

"Ok." She wasn't smiling anymore and she let go of him and took a step back. "Are you pissed?"

"I don't like it when you talk to cops."

"Ok. But I do that now and then. I need to do that now and then."

"I want to know if they ask about us."

"I'll tell you if they do. But it's usually about me and Jonah."

"Fine." He was still pissed, and horny. He was horny every fucking time he saw her. "I'll see you later."

"Ok." She started to turn away and he grabbed her and gave her a kiss.

"No sulking." He mumbled and she gave him a look before smiling.

"Ok." She kissed him again. "I'll see you."

-o0o-

They were on her couch, she was lying down reading and he sitting up, watching TV. She put down the book on her stomach and looked at him. She needed to do this now and she wasn't looking forward to it. She looked at him and she finally sat up and decided to start with a question.

"I talked to Gemma a couple of weeks ago."

"About?" He was still looking at the TV.

"She asked me something and I figured out that..." she wasn't sure how to put this. "...that you checked my background."

"We do that." Thankfully he still wasn't looking at her.

"I know, I'm just wondering, why..." This wasn't going as well as she had hoped. She wasn't sure how to put it.

"Why, what?" And now he turned his head, that didn't help. She decided that her own knees was the perfect spot to look at.

"I doesn't, I don't know, gross you out."

He kept looking at her, she didn't even have to look to know that he did. "Why would it?"

"I've been..."

He interrupted her. "I know, why would that gross me out?"

"Like I said, I'm damage gods."

He looked pissed, he kneeled down in front of her on the floor, between her legs. It was hard to not look at him. "You're not."

"Why do you bother with this?"

He smiled. "You know why." She guessed she did, she just wasn't sure how to tell him that... she was damaged, even if he didn't think so. "What?"

"Happy, I'm not sure I can ever give you.. what you want."

"What is it you think I want?"

She was extremely uncomfortable with the situation. She was also scared, that if she told him he would leave and not come back. She kept looking at her own knees.

"Sex." She whispered. She still couldn't look at him.

He moved his hands on the outside of her thighs and finally grabbing her hips. He leaned forward and started to carefully kiss her neck. "Two weeks ago, that might have been true. Besides, it's not all I want."

She was trying to control her breathing. "Then what do you want?"

"You." He kept kissing her neck and his hands was still on her hips, pulling her towards him. "All of you."

"How long do you think you can wait for that?" She was aching and the bastard knew it, he always knew.

"Sex?" He said it extremely close to her ear and she didn't have to see him to know he had that smug, annoying smile.

"No, for me."

He stopped and leaned back and she finally mustard up the courage to look at him. He was smiling, but it wasn't the smug smile. It was the other one, the one he usually gave to Grace.

"Babe, I already have you." She realized that he was right. He did, they called, everyday. He came by as often as possible, he spent time with Grace and her, they talked about everything, almost. If they actually had sex, this would be the most normal relationship she had ever been in.

With the grossing out about being raped out of the way there was the thing that really freaked her out. The reason she had brought this up instead of just jumped him.

"Happy, I have scars."

"Where?" His hand was on her cheek with his thumb following the jawline between her ear and chin.

"My back, mostly, shoulders, some on the stomach one on my breast. He... did things to me and it left scars. He said..."

"Said what?" He was so close to her now, his nose almost touching hers and she could feel his breath on her mouth. She closed her eyes, she didn't want to watch him for this.

"That he wanted to make sure that no one else would be able to look at me, touch me, without feeling sick."

He gave her a soft kiss. "Not going to happen." He mumbled.

"There's marks from whips and knives."

"I won't feel sick, Ava."

"And bite marks."

"Ava, look at me" She opened her eyes and did as he asked. "I won't feel sick, it won't gross me out and I'll still think you're beautiful."

"I can't remember having sex and liking it."

"Do you remember doing this and liking it?" He kissed her and she couldn't help herself. She moaned. But she managed to tear away from his mouth.

"I'm not very experienced, I've never been very... active, doing it."

"I won't leave. Not this time."

She gave up and put her arms around his neck and kissed him again. He lifted her up and carried her towards the bedroom. When he put her back on the ground he looked at her for a while.

Happy couldn't breathe. He caressed her face, she didn't flinch, he couldn't say that she was relaxed, but she seemed determined. He was going to make fucking sure that she liked this.

"What are you most scared of?" He asked.

"That it'll hurt."

"I wont hurt you." He knew that it was something else, probably the scars. Chicks always freaked out about shit like that. He had seen the one on her stomach and it wasn't half as bad as she thought. But he wanted her to say it herself. She wouldn't even look him in the eyes. "What else?" She looked away and he took her by the chin, moved her head up again. "Tell me."

"The scars."

"Show me." He could se her hesitate, he put his hand on her cheek again and leaned his forehead to hers. "Show me."

She took a step back, turned her back towards him and took of her cardigan. He could se the scars on her shoulders, white lines coming out from underneath her tank top. Up towards her neck was the bite marks. There was quite a few of them, more than he had thought.

She put her hands at the hem of the tank top and pulled it over her head. It was a lot more than he had thought. The lines were all over her back. Long and short ones in every direction and in different stages of healing. There was hardly any undamaged skin anywhere on her entire back and some of them disappears down her jeans. How fucked up would a man have to be to do this to a woman? Happy had an urge to go out an find him, and fucking beat him to death, immediately.

He walked up to her, put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around. She had the most heartbreaking fucking look in her eyes, likes she was ashamed, like it was her own fault. Or that he would be grossed out. He caressed her face, leaned down and put his mouth on those full, amazing lips, he sucked on her lower lip and when she opened her mouth and he felt her tongue against his lips he couldn't help himself and let out a groan.

He was still holing her face and looked into her eyes, "Do you trust me?" She swallowed and then she nodded. "You know I wouldn't hurt you?" She nodded again. He led her towards the bed, she immediately froze but he just pushed her carefully and repeated. "I won't hurt you."

He had never done anything like this for pussy. He couldn't remembered the last time he had to do anything but nod at some bitch for her to pull down her panties. But like he had told her, he wanted her, not just pussy. Although he really wanted her pussy too. He had wanted it since the first fucking time he saw her. The wanting her sort of came along the way.

He reached behind her back and hooked off her bra, when it fell off he saw those unbelievable fucking tits naked. He smiled and put his hand on one of them, perfect fit, they were made for his hands. He almost laughed. "You have the most perfect fucking tits I have ever seen." He couldn't stop looking at them.

"There's scars." She pointed at a bite mark on the side of the left breast.

He turned her around and sat down on the bed with her standing in front of him, between his legs.

"They're perfect." He leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, she hissed. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him, still sucking, circling the nipple with his tongue. He switched to her other breast and a few minutes later she finally started to relax and put her hands on his shoulders, moaning, ever so silently.

He got up, sliding his hands over her back and she froze again. This was two steps forward and one fucking step back the entire time. "You don't have to do that." She said, looking down in the floor again.

"Do what?" He knew what she meant, but he wanted her to say it.

"Touch them."

"Babe, if I touch you, it's because I like it and I want to touch you. Do you understand?" She nodded again. "Don't ever question shit like that." She nodded once more. He leaned down for her mouth, still stroking her back, pushing his hands down her jeans to her ass. She relaxed again and put her hands inside his cut.

He took it off along with his t-shirt. He knew he would have to be more patient than he had ever been, but he still reached down for her jeans and smiled when she helped him. He knelt down in front of her, kissing her stomach and her scars there, his hands moved over her ass and finally pulled down her panties. He felt her stiffen for a little and he got up and kissed her again, slowly, thoroughly and when she finally moaned he lifted her up and put her down on the bed, still kissing her.

He started to stroke her sides, put his hand on her breast, circling her nipple with his thumb. After a while he replaced it with his mouth and carefully stroking the inside of his thighs. This patience was fucking killing him, if they kept this speed he would come in his pants before even being close to getting any.

But he was still waiting and when she finally moaned and parted her legs, he moved his hand higher, making sure she was still relaxed. When his hand was reached the magic line, she froze up again. He swallowed and annoyed grunt, that wouldn't help but she was bloody killing him here!

He moved up to her mouth and started kissing her, but left his hand between her legs, just holding it there, not moving it. When she pressed herself against him he carefully moved his finger back and forth along the seam. She wasn't even close to ready and he was about to explode in his pants.

He started to move down her body again. He temporarily forgot the frustration when he realized that she was absolutely perfect. He kissed every inch of her, lingering on the scars until she relaxed. Finally he reached down between her legs, he moved both hands to the inside of her thighs, stroking, and looked up at her. She looked back at him.

"You don't have..."

"What did I say?" he cut her off, but in a soft voice. She nodded. "Close your eyes." She did what he told her. He moved his hands up her thighs and carefully held them on each side of that pussy he had been fighting so hard for. He needed to get her soaking wet, about to come because he wouldn't last for long and he wanted her to come. She needed to like this.

He kissed it, carefully pushing his tongue between the folds to find her clit and he could hear when he found it. She gasped and almost tried to pull back so he moved his hands along her ass and gripped her hips. He pushed his tongue against her clit again and started to circle it. When he finally felt her relax and started to push against him instead of pulling away he let go of her hips and parted her to get better access.

He licked her, all the way down from her entrance and up to the clit, putting his lips around it to suck on it while moving his tongue around it. She was starting to moan properly now, he couldn't keep a smile back and touched her opening with one of his fingertips, holding it still, she was finally getting there. She wasn't soaking wet, but she was at least getting there.

She didn't flinch, she actually moaned louder when she felt his finger, but he didn't want to just push it in there. He replaced his tongue with his thumb and moved his mouth up to her breasts, rubbing her clit, holding two fingers at her opening, teasing her and when she finally pressed herself against his hand he let them slide in. Not far, he wanted to be careful, but the slight scream that came out of her mouth wasn't anything but pleasure so he pushed them in.

She was almost soaking wet now. He looked up at her, her head was rolled backwards, mouth open and small sighs were coming from her mouth. Shit, she was so beautiful. Suddenly she opened her eyes, looked down on him and put her hands on his cheeks pulling him to her face and kissed him.

She murmured, "Please, Hap." That sounded like begging and he smiled.

"Sure?" If she said no now his head would probably fucking explode.

"Please..." Definitely begging, he thought to himself.

He started to unbuckle his belt with one hand and the other one was still inside her, it was so fucking wet and tight and he could not wait to get in there. He let go of her to find a condom and get off the last of his clothes. He kissed her while rolling it on. Then he started to rub her clit again, putting his cock at that tight, wet entrance.

He couldn't remember the last time he was this fucking horny, he was seriously trembling from holding back. He kept his eyes on her face, to make sure she was ok. Part of him wanted to just grab her hips, shove it in and fuck her hard. That was how he usually did this.

When she moaned and pushed herself towards him he closed his eyes and sank inside her with a groan. This wasn't a Crow Eater, she was tight.

"Shit, Ava!" He held back again and looked at her. "You ok?"

It was almost fucking impossible to stay still but he need to know. She nodded and caught his mouth with is, kissing him with her hands on his back and then she threw her leg around his ass, pulling him towards her.

He tried to keep it slow and it worked for a while. When she started to meet his thrusts, moaning, his hips started to move by themselves. He put his hand between them and started to rub her, trying to push her over the edge.

Finally she rolled back her head and arched her back, pressing her breasts towards him. "Oh my God, Hap!"

When the cramping started around his cock, he was lost, there was no fucking way he could hold back. He started thrusting harder, with one arm behind her neck and the other one holding her leg. Finally he came and even though he tried he couldn't look at her while he did.

When he finally opened his eyes he lifted his head to look at her. "You ok?"

She smiled and kissed him. "Yes."

He rolled off her, pulled of the condom, tied a knot and dropped it on the side of the bed. She giggled. "You might slip on that."

Ava couldn't take her eyes of Happy, he was next to her and smiled at her comment, then put one arm behind her neck and pulled her closer with the other. She looked at him, kissed him again. "Thank you."

"Just so I know, what are you thanking me for?" He said with that smug smile and raised eyebrows.

"For having patience with me."

"Just that?"

"Fishing, are we?"

"Absolutely." He leaned over and kissed her. "Think you'll make it easier for me next time? Cause I might fucking burst if I need to do it like this every time." Ava was mostly pleased to hear that there would be a next time.

She laughed, "I think so."

She felt him stroking her back and then leaned over to kiss her shoulder, she did her best but still froze up. He looked at her, kissed her while still stroking her back. She soon lost herself in his mouth.

"You're beautiful, Ava. All of you, don't ever fucking forget that." She could only nod and he kissed her on her forehead.

She was about to doze of when she remembered something. "Don't forget that condom."

He chuckled gave her a squeeze before getting up, probably to throw it away. She suddenly realized that she hadn't said it.

"Happy."

"Yeah?" He turned around in the doorway.

"For the record; I liked it."

"I noticed." She didn't even have to see him to know that he was smiling.