AN: "I do not own Sons of Anarchy" this author said, tears falling down her cheeks...
This chapter is rated "M"
Chapter 7:
Over the next several weeks, Happy showed up at Avens house sporadically. They didn't have a set schedule, and Aven knew he still had responsibilities with his club. She would still see him at the library when he came for new books, but it was a unspoken agreement to not mention what was happening between them.
Happy was an eager, and very fast learner. The first time he went down on her she hadn't expected it. She was laying on her couch, completely bare, with Happy kneeling between her legs. He had already made her cum once from his fingers, her eyes closed in bliss, when she felt the first swipe of his tongue. She opened her eyes to see hunger in his. It was like the first taste of her set him off, made him ravenous. He dove back into her, and ate her like it was his first, and last meal of his life. Avens body bent to his will, back bowed, toes curled, her hands holding his head down to keep him there. When Happy thrusted two of his fingers inside of her, focusing his tongue on her clit, Aven skyrocketed. Her orgasm blew through her body with such a force, his name torn out of her mouth high enough to break glass.
Aven was all too willing to return the favor after she had recovered. On her knees between his spread thighs, she determined to make him loose control for her. She thought he looked like a king before her, lounging back against her couch like he would a thrown, his cock standing fully hard, waiting for her. It blew her mind when he began to talk.
"Lick it." Happy demanded, grabbing the base of himself pointing it towards her.
Her mouth watered. She began licking his tip, swirling her tongue around, going lower.
"Suck me." Pushing his hand off, she grabbed him as she forced down as much as she could fit. Bobbing her head, she gagged on him.
"Fuck, good girl... such a good little girl." Happy praised her.
She wanted to hear more, wanted him to keep talking in his low raspy voice. It made her wetter than she had ever been before. She felt him twist her curls in his hand and help her speed up. His hips began to raise off the couch every time her mouth came down on him. Suddenly he pushed her off of him, as he stood up, his jeans, and white boxers falling to his knees. Looking up at him, she licked her lips. Keeping one hand in her hair, and the other on the back of her neck, he forced his cock back down, and began to fuck her throat. He was holding her head in place, and she had no choice but to take it. Filthy words poured out of his mouth in between moans.
"Fuck yeah baby."
"A little more, you can take it."
"Thats right, use your tongue."
"Such a good little slut."
"Gag on it."
Aven loved it. Being used by such a strong man, but knowing she held his pleasure was such a heady feeling. And when he camed down her throat, it made her feel like she just won the lottery.
As they began to clean up, Happy told her that her pussy was the best he had ever remembered tasting. That he had gone down on women before, but it was before he joined the club long ago. When she asked him why he stopped, he bluntly told her that he wasn't gonna put his mouth anywhere his brothers' dicks have been since he only fucked croweaters for years. Aven understood that but began to feel a little dirty that she just basically did what he wouldn't do; she put her mouth on his dick, that she knows have been inside multiple women. Happy must have read the look on her face, because he grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to his.
"I always wrap up with them. Don't want nothing to burn me later on, kids or my piss."
Aven felt slightly better, but it still bothered her that he kind of implied he was still fucking them while fucking her too.
Doesn't matter, sex and heart are separate remember...
And so, they kept seeing each other when they could. They started having sex fully after a few visits of just learning each other's bodies. And Happy incorporated everything Aven had taught him. He became by far the best lover Aven had ever had, and she had to fight to keep her heart, and pussy separate. She started to miss him when he wouldn't come around, sometimes for days, and occasionally a week of two. She began to hate herself for it.
It was during a long separation period that she agreed to go on a date with another man who frequents the library. His name was Micheal and was a teacher at the high school. Micheal was a nice-looking man, a little nerdy, and was the complete opposite of Happy, personality wise. She didn't know if it was a bad or good thing.
They agreed to meet up after Aven was done working the library booth at the annual Taste of Charming. Aven knew the Sons would be around, it was after all the biker matriarch's, Gemma Teller- Morrow's, good will event for the town. Aven both hoped, and worried she would see Happy attending. She brushed if off the best she could, they weren't exclusive, and knowing he was with other women made her decision firmer. Plus, she knew Happy wasn't one to make a scene.
Walking around with Micheal turned out to be a lot of fun. She like that he was sweet to her, winning her a stuffed bear at one of the ball toss games, paying for her snacks that she wanted to try, making her laugh loudly at his jokes. It was everything a first date was supposed to be, until she felt a burning stare focused on her as they passed the SAMCRO's chili booth.
Micheal pulled her to a stop at the booth, saying how he always loved the chili they served. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand, her eyes cast down, trying to avoid looking for him. She didn't understand why, but she felt like she was in trouble. She did her best until Gemma asked her if she was enjoying the event, and how much the library had raised. Looking up at Gemma to answer, she mumbled her answers, and thankfully it was so busy, that nobody notices that she barley talked. They were about to walk away when Micheal stopped them again to talk to a friend. Not being to help herself, she looked to her right, and locked eyes with Happy. He was standing just behind the chili booth, in a group of men, all in their leather kuttes. All but him were talking, and laughing, smoking cigarettes, it looked like they were enjoying the event too. But not Happy.
He stood with his strong, tattooed arms crossed, and with a short white SAMCRO t-shirt on, his muscles looked like they were tensed. His face, that she used many, many times to ride on was blank, like he was trying hard to hide his emotions. But his eyes were burning. She knew he was pissed. She was frozen as his eyes flicked down to where Micheal's arm was around her waist, looking back up at her, she could she his nose flair. Aven felt like she had been burned, instinctively she stepped out of Micheals hold, he didn't really notice, still talking to his friend. Keeping her eyes on Happy, she watched as he nodded once to her, and then he turned, not saying a word to his brothers as he walked away.
Aven tried to regain the funness with Micheal for the rest of the date, but it had turned sour for her. She thankfully didn't see Happy again, but she could still feel the heat of his stare on her everywhere she went. After about an hour later, she felt tired of pretending. Micheal walked her to her car and asked her if he could have another date. She felt bad, he was gentleman the whole time, but once she saw Happy, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She told him she would text him the next time she was free, and smiled at him when he brushed a soft kiss to her cheek.
On her way home, she stopped at the store to grab a pint of ice-cream. Figured she could eat it, while she tried to work through her feelings. Her house was dark when she walked in, going straight to her kitchen to grab a spoon.
Aven let out a loud scream when she flipped on one of the lights and saw a figure out of the corner of her eye, standing in her living room. Her heart was still pounding in her chest when she saw that it was Happy.
"What the fuck Happy!? You just about gave me a fucking heart attack! Why are you standing in my house in the fucking dark? How did you even get in here? Did you break into my house? Are you fucking kidding me?"
While she screamed at him, Happy began walking towards her. Backing up against the counter, she was trapped. He took the ice-cream from her and slammed it down to the counter. Then yanked the stuffed bear from her and threw it away from them. He then grabbed a hold of her hair, tilting her head back to stare into her eyes.
Not answering any of her questions he asked her, "Who's the guy?"
AN: It took me a while to get this one out, and honestly, I don't know if I fully like it. Any opinions? Also I had an idea for this fic, so you know how I said this is set for after they get out of prison in S4, well going forward Jax, and Tara are not together. I will elaborate on this later on, just wanted to give y'all a heads up so that there is no confusion later on. So if you love, hate, have any to say about this fic, just let me know!
