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Happy sat on the picnic table smoking a cigarette. He had found Riley ripping into Althea both amusing and sexy. Killing those Russians had flipped a switch in Riley and he was sure that he wasn't the only one to notice. She had let her guard down a little on their getaway, but he could still see it.

She had so much hate built up inside her.

He knew the look well. He had lived most of his life with that same hate. For years, he kept it pent up until he snapped. It landed him in hot water more times than he could remember. Once he learned how to control it, that is when he became the Tacoma Killer. He knew Riley knew how to control it. She had shown it at the wedding and every day since then. She wasn't some weak bitch he needed to look out for. She was one of a kind.

He took a drag of his cigarette and let his mind wander to his favorite night from the past two weeks.

"Hap?"

"Yep."

"I fuckin' love you."

He turned and looked at his very drunk wife. She was laying on the bed on her back, but half of her body was hanging off. She was playing with her long hair and he thought maybe trying to braid it. Whatever she was doing, she was failing at it.

"Love ya too."

"No. No no no."

She sat up and look at him. When she swung herself up, she fell forward too far and had to throw her hands out onto the bed to stop herself from face planting.

"I mean it."

"I do too?"

"I mean that I love you."

"Okay. I thought we were both saying it."

"Noooo. No you said "love ya" which is wayyyy differen't from I love you."

"You're drunk."

"You're drunk! Listen to me."

"I'm listening."

"I. Love. You."

"Tell me that in the morning when you're sober."

"You're stupid."

She flopped back down on the bed with a huff.

"How am I stupid?"

"Cause I mean it. I've loved you for like.. ever and stuff."

"Why."

He was amused and knew that he should just let her fall asleep. He wanted to know how she actually felt though. He had always wanted to ask her but knew that if he asked her sober she wouldn't answer. Truthful Riley was a very rare form. She always told you the truth, but to be this candid was incredibly rare.

"Who else would kill people with me?"

"There is a whole club."

"No. Who else would kill people with me and like it?"

She had a point.

"Why else?"

"Cause you know what I'm saying before I say it. I HATE talking."

He raised his eyebrows and tried not to laugh. The woman hadn't shut up in well over three hours.

"Could have fooled me."

"Shut your whore mouth, Happy Lowman. I hate talking."

"I think you like talking. I think you hate explaining shit."

"Yes! That! See! You get me."

"Yeah I do. Why else."

"Cause you're sexy."

"Oh?"

"Yep. I've wanted to jump your bones for EVER."

"We've had sex before."

"No. We fucked. I was usually drunk anyway. I barely remember it."

"Ouch."

"Oh shush. You probably don't remember either."

He got really close to her face and smirked.

"I remember every second of it."

He laughed when her face turned a dark shade of red. He lingered, looking at her lips for a few moments before laughing and pulling away from her.

He chuckled to himself at the memory. She had woken up with a horrible hangover and swore she didn't remember most of the night. She had acted differently with him since then though. He scoffed at himself. There he was acting like a damn teenager flirting with his wife. Who he wasn't really with but had fucked and almost had a kid with. He shook his head realizing the level of fucked up his life was.

"You losin' it killer?"

He looked up at Tig.

"Nah, I'm good."

"Sitting here laughing to yourself. What's so funny?"

"Just some stupid shit Ri did."

"Ah. How is she?"

"Talking to Chibby."

"Heard there was a show down with Jerry."

"Kinda. Jerry trying to say her dick was bigger."

"Shit. We both know Ri has the biggest dick of them all."

Happy grunted in agreement as he took another drag of his cigarette.

"How was the honeymoon?"

"Nice actually. Just kinda sat around and got shit faced every day."

"Shit, could have done that here."

"Yeah but it was in a nice ass beach house that had no annoying curley haired freaks there."

"Ouch man. Ouch."

Happy laughed and put his cigarette out on the table.

"So what's going on with you and Ri?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you guys are legally married but you guys bumpin uglies too?"

"Jesus Christ Tig. Go get laid."

"I mean if you insist.."

Happy got up shaking his head and walked towards the clubhouse doors.

Riley, satisfied with her talk with Chibs, walked out to the bar to find Happy. They hadn't been home other than to grab their bikes and she was tired. She found him sitting at the bar talking to Rat.

"Hey Hap, think I'm gonna head home for a while. I'm pretty tired. Probably hungover still too."

"Yeah I feel ya. Let me check with Chibs and we can head out."

"He already said we're good for the day. Said he would call if he needs anything."

"Alright. Let's go then."

They were walking away and Rat yelled out to her.

"Riley!"

"Yeah?"

"You looked beautiful by the way. I think with the whole Russian thing I forgot to tell you. Plus, Brooke is kinda crazy."

"Rat, ever think its your fault she's crazy?"

Riley laughed when Rats eyes got even bigger than normal and he turned back towards the bar. Even though he wasn't a prospect, they all had fun fucking with him.

The ride home was quick and they both got off their bikes to head inside. Riley wanted nothing more than to take a shower and fall asleep. Now that she knew the club shit was straightened out, the stress was gone.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower and then lay down."

"Alright. Hungry?"

"Yeah a little. You can order some takeout if you want."

"Nah I'll cook."

Riley smiled at him and head towards the bathroom. She stripped out of her clothes and turned on the shower. She could already smell the food coming from the kitchen and it smelled great. Hap didn't cook often, but when he did it was amazing. She quickly showered and by the time she got out, she saw a pair of panties and a white t-shirt sitting on the bed. She smiled and slipped both of them on and head out towards the kitchen.

"Foods done."

"Smells great."

Happy set a plate of spicy chicken alfredo on the counter for her. She started shoveling the food in her mouth, not being able to get enough.

"Jesus, you were hungry."

"That and this is fucking fantastic."

Happy chuckled and cleaned up the kitchen, only pausing to take a few bites of his own food. Riley finished and walked over to do the dishes. After a few minutes she felt his hands on her hips as he pressed himself against her back. She stopped what she was doing and froze.

"Now that we're home."

"Yeah?"

"Do you actually not remember what happened the night you got plastered?"

"Nothing happened. We just talked."

"Remember what we talked about?"

Riley swallowed hard. She remembered all of it. There were very few times in her life that she didn't remember what she said or did while drinking. That night had been bothering her.

"It was a lot of me just talking and you getting annoyed with me for not shutting up."

"I guess you could describe it that way."

Riley went to pick up another dish, but Happy's hands tightened on her hips. She let go of the dish and wiped her hands on the dry towel next to her. She thought about turning around, but decided to stay still.

"You see, what I remember is a little different. I remember you telling me that you've loved me for a long time. I remember you saying that you love how well we fit together."

He moved in closer and gently ran his lips up her neck until he got to her ear.

"I remember you saying how much you've wanted me." He growled.

Riley suppressed a shiver and let out a shaky breath. This was a new side to Happy. She had hoped that he had forgotten all about their conversation. It was the worst drunken confession she had ever made. Everything she said had been true though. His close proximity and hands on her hips was sending electric currents through her body. She didn't remember ever feeling like this with Happy, but then again every time they ever were intimate they both had been drunk.

"I guess I did say those things."

"So you do remember?"

Riley slowly turned to face Happy. He didn't back away at all, causing the two to be pressed into each other. Even with how tall Riley was, Happy still towered over her. She looked at his chest for a few moments before tilting her head back so she could look him in the eyes.

"Yeah. I remember the whole conversation. There isn't a moment of those two weeks I don't remember."

"Then why haven't you brought it up since?"

Riley looked away and sighed. She knew anyone else would have demanded answers the next morning. It wasn't the right time. Happy would have known that though since he was so in tune with her. She felt his hand on her chin as he turned her back towards him. She looked him in the eyes and saw something. She couldn't pinpoint it though. She had seen him full of lust and she had seen him angry. She had even seen him worried about her. This was different.

"Why didn't you talk to me about it."

"It's stupid."

"Try me."

Riley sighed again and leaned back against the counter. She let out a squeak when Happy lifted her onto the counter and moved forward so he was standing between her legs. His hands never left her hips.

"I thought all of these feelings died a long time ago. When Sarah died, I was in a really bad place. You know that. You saw it. You dealt with it more than anyone else."

"And I would do it again."

"I know. I felt things for you back then that I couldn't explain. I felt jealousy and rage and just everything. I hated seeing you with the crow eaters. That's why I always either joined you or dragged them away. I was using you to get over all my anguish."

"Did it help?"

"In a way I guess."

"Then what's the problem?"

"When I started coming out of the haze I convinced myself that I was just grieving. I wasn't what you wanted. I don't do casual. I can't. Not when I feel something for someone. I'm either in or out."

"I still don't see the problem."

"I don't presume for a second that we're together. I know we're married. I know that. I know that for the outside world it needs to look legitimate or my father will start killing people. I know that we are closer than I have been to anyone. That doesn't mean I need to confess my feelings to you in a drunken state."

"No. You're right. You didn't have to."

Riley nodded and looked away from him.

"You should have told me sober"

Riley looked back at him with a confused look on her face.

"What?"

"This conversation should have happened a long time ago. We have always been great about talking unless it comes to us. Do you really think I didn't notice what's been going on?"

"Hap, I wasn't even sure how I felt."

"Yes you were. You keep saying you didn't want to get married but you've been perfectly content with marrying me. I saw the panic on your face after Chibs asked you. I could feel the tension across the damn room. I saw you cry when he cheated on you but I also saw the relief pass across your face. I don't know if it was because you just didn't want to marry him or if it was because you had feelings for me. I don't know."

"You're right."

"About what?"

"I loved him."

"I know you did."

"He was.. safe. He would have done anything to protect me. He would have given me a big family and died protecting whoever he needed to."

Happy nodded.

"That isn't what I wanted though. I don't want to be protected. I want an equal. I want someone that gets me for who I am. I'm a killer. I have been for years. I signed a contract at seventeen years old to get broken and trained to kill. The girl before that? That girl would have been thrilled with someone like Filip. This." She pat her chest. "This me isn't."

"All you have to do is say the words, Riley."

Riley felt her chest tighten and her breathing hitch.

"Don't feel like you're obligated to do or be anything to me."

"I don't feel obligated."

"Then what is this?"

"You think I don't feel the same way that you do?"

Riley went to slide off the counter but Happy tightened his grip on her hips. His right hand shot up to her jaw and he forced her to look at him. Anyone else would have done that and she would have reversed it and smashed their face off the counter. She froze and looked at him. His eyes were smoldering and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"I told you before that I would give anything for you."

"I know."

"Shut up and listen to me. What I didn't tell you then was how much you changed my perspective. I have never met a woman that could understand me, let alone keep up with me, until you showed up on that lot. I wouldn't have ever let you in the club if I didn't think you were something special. Being close to you has driven me wild. Knowing that I was nothing more than a friend to you has killed me, but I would do anything for you even if it made me so fucking jealous to see you with someone else."

Riley stayed still while Happy rambled on. His left hand was still tight on her hip and it was clouding her judgment. She had to keep herself focused on his words instead of imagining his hands pinning her down as he took advantage of her. An involuntary shiver went down her spine.

"Hap I-"

"I know this marriage is a technicality, but don't think for a second that doesn't mean I wouldn't make it a reality if that's what you wanted."

Riley went to talk, but Happy crashed his lips against hers. She froze for a second but couldn't hold back for long. She brought her hands up to his shoulders and he lifted her up so she tightened her legs around his waist. They were kissing passionately, both fighting for dominance. She felt her back slam against the wall and let out a moan. She heard Happy growl in response. He broke away, looking at her in the eyes. Both of their chests were heaving and Riley's heart was pounding. They both groaned when they heard one of their burner cells go off.

"I could just ignore it."

"We both know if It's a burner cell it's club shit."

"Whoever it is, I'm kicking the shit out of them."

Riley laughed and unwrapped her legs from his waist. She tok a few breaths and tried to calm herself down. She walked towards the bedroom, figuring she would need to be dressed. She could hear happy on the phone as she pulled a pair of jeans and a t-shirt out of the drawers. Most of her clothes were still at the clubhouse but she knew she could get them later. She heard Happy walk up to the doorway behind her.

"Where we running off to now?"

"Nowhere. Was Tig letting us know we have church in the morning."

"Okay."

She found herself fiddling with her clothes. She was getting frustrated with herself. She had never felt nervous before. Maybe when she had her first kiss, but never as an adult.

"You tired?"

"Exhausted." She breathed out.

"Lay down. Get some sleep so we can get back to normal life tomorrow."

Riley chewed on her cheek when she turned towards him. She looked up at him and tried to read his face.

"What does normal life consist of?"

Happy sighed and looked up at the wall over Riley. He pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her.

"What do you want normal life to consist of?"

"You really want this?"

"Wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. You know that."

"I mean it when I say I don't do casual. If i'm in something, i'm in."

"I've never really done serious, but I understand."

"You gonna be able to give up random pussy?"

Happy smirked and moved his mouth close to hers. She looked at him and bit her bottom lip with a smile.

"I'll give them up unless we're sharing one. Okay?"

Riley smirked and kissed his lips. She pulled away and climbed into bed, letting the exhaustion hit her completely. She smiled when she felt him climb into the bed behind her and wrap his arm around her waist. She sighed and let sleep take her away.