November 7, 2000

It was like any normal Tuesday for Hanna. She went to dinner with Jesse, maybe a few other friends would join the pair and then they'd go back one or the other's place to hang out but the plans weren't set in that favor today.

Jesse had invited their friend Rachel to the Chinese restaurant tonight. Afterwards, Jesse was going to spend the night at Rachel's apartment and Hanna was going home to study for a test that was coming up in two days.

That is until the girls filed out of the restaurant and went their separate ways. No one else noticed the lone biker standing in the shadows, more like pacing in the shadows. Plans quickly changed as Hanna approached the biker, as she got closer, she noticed the back of his cut was a reaper and the rockers read Sons of Anarchy Washington.

Now why the hell would a Tacoma Son be in San Francisco was the only pressing question Hanna had at the moment until she was pulled out of her thoughts to hear the Son end the call and watch him turn around. Happy fucking Lowman, I've met him before… That's the 'Killa'. What the hell is he doing here?

She quickly got her answer. He was on a lovely little issued out protection detail to keep an eye on her. Wonderful. "Let me guess… Making sure the princess doesn't escape from her tower?"

"Something like that." His voice was low, raspy and a complete fucking turn-on to the blonde but she refused to let him know that.

Her small hand landed on her hip and she popped it out a little, tugging on her black peacoat just a little. "That's it? Yeah? No introduction? No greeting?"

"You already know who I am and I already know you're not one for small talk."

She rolled her eyes, swinging her head to get her long hair out of her way. "Whose idea was it? My dad's or my brother's?"

"Piney's idea, Opie agreed to it." He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his front pocket, pulled a cigarette out of the pack along with the little black lighter that was tucked inside the half-empty pack and lit the cigarette before putting the pack back into his jeans pocket. "You should be heading home. It's getting a little late, kid."

Rolling her eyes again got an annoyed sigh out of the man. "You should kiss my ass. I'm twenty, not twelve."

"Don't fucking make me throw you over my shoulder and take you home myself…" Inhale smoke, let a few seconds pass, exhale smoke. Hanna paid close attention to the man's ministrations.

She shrugged her shoulders. "You can hang out at the apartment with me if you want. There's no sense in you getting pneumonia… You're supposed to be keeping me safe anyway, right?" He shook his head, rejecting her invitation. She laughed. "You're not afraid of the big bag SAMCRO Princess, are you?"

"I'll fuckin' follow you there…" His gruff response got a laugh out of the blonde and she walked off to her car.

"Whiskey?" She held up the bottle as she walked back into the living room.

His dark eyes landed on her as she re-entered the room and he almost smiled her new attire. Insanely short shorts, a tight tank-top and ankle socks that didn't match one damn bit. Her long hair was pulled into a pony tail and it was a mess of waves and curls. She didn't have any make-up on anymore and she looked good. "Tequila." He looked her up and down, trying so hard not to imagine what she looked like underneath her clothes, even though they didn't leave much to the imagination, there was still parts of her he would love to see.

"The tequila is mine, sorry." She smirked, walking closer to him.

Crossing his arms, he watched her eyes move over his body. He knew she was doing the same thing he was just doing. Eye-fucking the hell out of him. "Give it here."

"Tell ya what… If you can actually pry it out of my hands, it's yours." Hanna kept her distance from him, she knew she was playing with fire right about now.

He slowly stood up, stalking right over to her. Placing a large hand on her hip, he began pushing her backwards until she hit the sliding glass door. His hand landed on the new bottle of tequila that was in her small hand, he slowly took the bottle out of her hand and lowered himself to be eye level with her. Jet black orbs burning holes into ocean blue eyes and he couldn't find it in himself to look away from her. He smirked, seeing her chest rise and fall before he leaned closer to her and whispered, "I always get what I want, beauty."

Drink after drink after drink and the pair were sitting on the couch, rambling on about nothing. Until the idea popped into Hanna's head to play 20 questions with the man sitting beside her.

"It's my turn, little girl." He took the tequila bottle out of her hand and took a pull from it. "You a virgin?"

Hanna laughed, she had to. What a stupid question. "None of your business, Grumpy."

"That's a no… So who?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.

She shook her head. "It's none of your business."

"Well it wasn't that one boyfriend. Oh shit… Did the little princess fuck a Son?"

She laughed, shrugging her shoulders. "None of your damn business, asshole."

"Alright fine, it's none of my business. Was it what you wanted it to be?"

Looking away for a minute before looking back into his dark onyx eyes, she smirked. "Was your first time what you wanted it to be?"

"All I wanted was to get off. I got off and left before anything else happened." Hap lifted a shoulder in a shrugging manner.

Her mouth fell open but she quickly closed it. She shouldn't have been so surprised. "Why didn't you jack off if that's all you wanted?"

"I wanted to fuck the girl. She was fine, I wanted to fuck her so I did it." He took another pull from the tequila bottle.

Her demeanor changed at his words. She wasn't so cock-sure of herself anymore, her resolve was gone and now the conversation was on a different route. "You think guys say shit like that about me?"

"You're different… You're different from the average woman, you're different from the woman I've been with. You got a lot more going for yourself than your nice body."

Hanna cocked an eyebrow at him, in confusion. "What do you think about me then? Be honest."

"You're gonna be the death of me, kid." He looked down for a minute before dark eyes were met with beautiful icy blue eyes. "I've never been scared of anything in my life but the way you look at me with those damn eyes… it's your damn smile, too. The way it sends shivers down anyone's spine within a 5 mile radius. And that mouth, I want to know what it tastes like. I'm curious on what you can really do with them hips, since you sway them so damn good when you walk. Then it's your legs, those sexy ass long legs. I want them wrapped around me so bad. Then it's that goddamn wall you have up. I want to watch you lose all that resolve you've got up when you start writhing beneath me, moaning and screaming my name so the goddamn entire bay area can hear you."

Her mouth dropped open again, listening to him. He listed things she didn't think he even had time to notice. Nowhere on that listing did he mention anything about that didn't have to do with her body but that was fine with her. She was looking for a husband, hell she wasn't looking for anyone. "Why don't you find out then?"

He stared at her for a few minutes, trying to register what she just said and it finally clicked. She just told him to find out what she tasted like, find out what she felt like and sounded like. She just gave him permission to watch her strong resolve disappear. Oh god was he about to take the opportunity or what. He pulled her into his lap, roughly. Hands roamed everywhere while lips became attached together, moving expertly. She only pulled away from him for a second and that was only to pull her tank-top from her body. She felt Happy's large rough hands skim over her stomach before he grabbed at her breasts. Giving them a rough squeeze before his fingers hooked onto the middle connection of her bra and he quickly ripped it apart. His dark eyes began to scan her body, slowly; his eyes taking in everything. He noticed the belly button piercing she was sporting and he smirked, So damn fine. He thought as he let his eyes roam over her perfect breasts and he licked his lips. "Stand up." His voice was low, husky and sexy.

Hanna did as she was told, watching Hap follow suit. She followed his gaze and saw the bruises already forming on her hips. She smirked before pushing her cut off of his shoulders and tossing it to the love seat to her left. She slowly lifted his t-shirt and peeled off his body, taking his white wife beater with the shirt. As soon as her eyes fell on her him again, she couldn't help but dip her fingers into his jeans and jerk him forward. She made quick work of his belt buckle and jeans. "Sit down." Her soft voice came to life again and Happy listened. Hanna squatted and started unlacing his boots before she snatched them off his feet and set them beside the coffee table. As she stood up, Hap reached forward and jerked her back to him, his face being level with her stomach. He pressed his lips to her stomach a few times before his vice grip let up on her hips and he pushed her shorts and thong down her legs. His eyes stayed on hers as she was pulled down into his lap. He cocked an eyebrow at her, silently questioning her actions and if she was sure about what was about to take place. Hanna nodded her head, the eye contact between the pair never wavering.

Hanna leaned forward and the amount of liquor in her system boosted her courage to continue their actions, she kissed him. Her mouth opened, giving him access inside as he lowered her down onto his member. He hissed at the intense contact as she let a breathy moan escape her lips and the man started to make a trail of hot kisses down her neck. He dipped his tongue into her collarbone while she continued to move up and down. Her head flew back the minute his tongue flicked out onto one of her nipples, flicking back and forth in a ridiculously slow tantalizing motion.

He tried to stop the moan that threatened to escape his mouth but he couldn't do it. He buried his face in her neck in another quick attempt to cease the responses she was earning out of him but it didn't work. She pushed his face away from her neck and shook her head before her lips found his and his tongue quickly won the short-lived battle that took place for dominance.

Her walls clenched around him and he let a deep grunt fall from his mouth. As she spiraled out of control, he made the move to flip her over. He started to pound into her, his eyes never leaving hers until she began to claw at his back and his dark eyes fluttered shut.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" One of Hanna's hands left his back to move to his ass, trying to pull him in deeper. "Oh my god!" His pace started to slow down and the hand she still had on his back clawed at his skin again. "No, please!"

"Please what?" He came to an abrupt halt but remained inside of her.

Her head fell back against the throw pillow under her head and she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Don't stop."

"Tell me what you want, beauty."

She felt his lips on her jawline, and she smiled. "You… I want you."

Before the blonde could make any more moves, he sucking on her neck as he pounded into her, rough, hard, and fast. Her moans only egged him on as he continued his ministrations before he blew his load with a grunt before he lowered his head to bury his face in her cleavage and her legs stayed wrapped tightly around him.

AN: The night that started it all. This was definitely a fun one to write, I loved it a lot ;)

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