AN: I don't own Sons Of Anarchy, only thing that is mine is my OCs.
Chapter 4:
Lying in bed hours after Happy had left, Aven couldn't shut her mind off. Tossing, and turning, she couldn't help replaying the whole night over, and over. She was simply confused. But at the same time, it all made perfect sense, and that bugged her even more. Giving up on sleep, Aven sat up and reached for her phone. She had texted Jenna well before ten, and informed her that she was still alive, and would talk to her tomorrow due to being too tired. It was obviously a lie; she just didn't know how to put into words what had exactly happened.
Sighing, she pulled her hair into a messy bun, and then pulled up Happys number. She wanted to call him, she wanted to ask him what the hell was that earlier. Hovering her thumb over the call button, she almost hit it.
No, I am not gonna come off as some desperate tart.
Throwing the phone aside, she decided to write it all out in her journal. Aven piled her big yellow pillows behind her back, and opened her journal to a fresh page, and put pen to paper.
Can you cum from sex, but still at the same time get absolutely no pleasure out of it? Is that possible? I don't know what happened. The night was going fine, great even. We sat down together to eat, and I was surprised that Happy could actually hold a conversation. I mean, he didn't ramble like me, but it was a nice flow, even though sometimes he only answered in one or two words. We talked about books, he told me he liked horror books mostly, but would read si-fi every once in a while. I found out that he was one of the guys who just got out of prison a while ago, which didn't surprise me because all of Charming knew that most of them went away a little over a year ago due to some chaos with that church group. He told me that's where he picked up reading again, because in his words "Ain't much else to do in there, besides work-out, and watch your back." Once we were done with dinner, he even helped wash the dishes, and as I was watching him, I think he might have a little OCD tendencies. Now heres the confusing part. We were standing by the sink, I was finishing up putting the plates back into the cabinet, and when I turned around Happy was right behind me. So close, our chest touching. My heart started to pound as I looked up into his eyes. The look in them made me start becoming wet... His face was still set in stone, but the vibe he was giving off, made me dizzy with want. I remember biting my bottom lip, and his eyes zeroed in on it. Before I knew it, he kissed me. Oh My God, that man was made to kiss! It was hard, and wet, but in the best possible way, he dominated my mouth, I had no choice but to give in. He pulled back, and asked me simply "Do you want it?" I nodded back, words escaped me, but I wanted everything with him. And then all of a sudden, he spun me around to my back against his chest. I heard his belt buckle be undone, I felt him pull my skirt up to my waist. I heard the foil of the condom wrapper open, and his jeans rubbed against my thighs as he pushed them down and pulled the condom on. One of his hands pushed me down to the kitchen counter, and the other guided him into me after pulling my panties to the side, and then both went to my hips. He was so impossibly big, he filled me in ways I've never been. I let out a moan, and felt my juices run down my legs. And then he started to fuck me. It was amazing, well at first. I was enjoying myself; I don't want to give off the impression that I wasn't, he never hurted me. It was after the shock wore off of what we was actually doing, that I started to notice that besides my moans, and our sink slapping together, how quite it was. Happy never made a sound the whole time. His hands stayed on my hips the whole time, squeezing hard enough that I have bruises. There was no caresses, no more kisses, and no sound from him that I started to wonder if he was even enjoying it. His dick was still pumping fast, and hard in me, and even though all these thoughts flew into my head, I was rapidly climbing to the finish line, because his dick was hitting that sweet spot inside. I forced myself to turn enough to look over my shoulder at him, his eyes where clenched shut, and he was biting his lip hard enough to almost draw blood. Before I knew it, my pussy exploded. I camed hard, forcefully, like Happy ripped it from my body. And I honestly enjoyed it. Not long after, while I was still riding the high, I felt him jerk, no sound, no warning, he came. Both of us where panting, Happy quickly pulled out, and while I still layed face down on the counter I heard him throw the condom in the trash. I stood and righted my clothes before turning towards him. He was buckling his belt back, and the stood there staring at me. Something told me to for once shut the hell up and see what he does. After a few moments, Happy said "I gotta get going." And I felt a off centered, and kind of hurt. I didn't say nothing as I walked him to the door. He did surprise me when he kissed my almost softly on my cheek, and then left. I kind of zoned out after that. I barley remember taking a shower, I didn't watch my show, I didn't eat my cookies, and ice-cream. I texted Jenna so that the cops didn't show up at my house. And then I just have been laying here, wondering what the hell happened. I knew from jump that Happy doesn't talk much. I knew that he is very sonic, and ain't the flowers, hearts, and cuddles type of guy. But I honestly didn't think that if we fucked, it would have been like that. It was almost like I wasn't there. I enjoyed it, but then again, I didn't. Would I do it again? Now thats the big question huh?
Aven read over what she wrote and was still confused. Her thoughts, and emotions at war with each other. It helped to get everything out, but it didn't help her come to a decision on what she would do if or when she saw Happy again.