Opie was so goddamn tired. Tired of being a single parent. Tired of coming home to an empty bed. He was tired of sitting with the men who killed his wife and pretending like it didn't happen and didn't hurt like hell. He was tired of restraining himself and not going after the bastards. He was tired of sleeping beside a woman who wasn't Donna. If he admitted it, he was tired of being a member of Sam Crow. At one point in his life Sam Crow had thrilled him, brought him a sense of purpose, but now it just brought him misery. He was tired of life but had no idea how to stop living.
The time to stop living presented itself when he followed his childhood friend to prison. Deep down, he knew he was being selfish and taking the easy way out. He was selfish for leaving his children behind and making them orphans. He was selfish for dumping them on his pornnstar wife who hadn't wanted kids to begin with. His obsession with death was a red flag for deep depression. He should have seen a therapist and not been a pussy. He remembered all the reasons why he wouldn't go, one of them was not wanting to appear weak in front of the club. If he was being honest, it was his way of not taking responsibility and accountability for his actions. His weakness would mean a lifelong of suffering and therapy for his children. Opie said a prayer to a God he wasn't sure existed that his children would make it out of the shit town known as Charming and make a better life for themselves. Opie saw no way out of Charming but death.
In prison, he made his choice. The choice was easier than he thought it would be and he knew he was taking the easy way. He loved his kids but that love was not enough to ease the depression, the hurt or the pain. That love hadn't been strong enough to make him man up and face his problems. That love had not made him seek out the help he so desperately needed, or to escape the life he knew would be the end of him. That love was not enough to make him stay. He hoped his children could break the cycle. Opie hoped there was an afterlife but if there was he would most likely end up in hell. As Opie thought about it, hell couldn't be worse than the life he had lived since Donna died.
In a flash he attacked the guard in front of him, blood swiftly flowing from the man's nose as he heard his best friend yelling an agonized, repeated "No!" As he was brought to a different room, a pipe was laid at his feet and he was told to "keep it interesting." He put on one hell of a show but didn't fight to his full capacity, only enough to make it look sincere. As he was brought to his knees, he knew his moment had come and he felt weak with relief. He was done, and he couldn't have been happier. Then his world went black.
Opie's world didn't stay an endless black void, instead he woke up naked in a bed with flannel sheets. The smell of a log fire and coffee filtered in from the other room. Opie slowly got out of the warm bed, not caring that he was stark naked, to figure out where the hell he was and who was with him. As he left the room, he realizes he is in a cabin in the middle of a forest; what cabin and what forest doesn't matter to him at the movement. As he slowly proceeds to the kitchen, his blood runs cold. He sees Donna sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading a novel. "What the actual fuck" Opie mutters. His heart drops to his stomach as the realization hits him. "My God I'm in a fucking coma. I'm gonna wake up any moment and be surrounded by those bastards who killed you. I can never escape them. There must be a devil and a hell. I'm in it."
Donna finally looks up at her husband, and a smile that radiates joy crosses her face and continues to her eyes. She marks her spot in the book, and walks over to her husband. She embraces him and whispers in his ear, "No, you're not in a coma and you're not going to wake up at that table. They can't ever hurt us again."
Opie's eyes filled with tears as he crashed his lips to Donnas, one hand tangling in her hair, the other landing on her hip. Donna let out a low moan of appreciation as Opie moved his lips over hers. Opie steps further into his wife, pressing their chests together as his mouth continues to work Donnas, his tongue sliding over hers, dipping in and out, swirling and tasting her. Opie hadn't realized how much he missed tasting and feeling his wife like this. Opie dragged his hand down to the neckline of his wifes slip, running his fingers across the lace over her breast, causing her to moan into their kiss and Opie's cock to twitch. Opie's hand romed further down his wife's body, finally his fingers found her slick center, Donna opened her thighs enough for him to gain better access, moaning at his touch. "You're soaked," Opie rasped out, his thick fingers running through her folds, "Oh Donna, so good for me." A moan rumbled through his chest as he picked his wife up and brought her to the bed. He gently threw her on the bed and laid down beside her. His hand drifted back down his wife's body, running through her slick folds. He captured his wife's lips with his own, hungrily kissing, enjoying the soft moans and gasps that were stifled by his tongue in her mouth.
She grabbed at his chest, while his finger circled her clit, pressing roughly, finding the perfect rhythm to drive his wife mad with pleasure. After he had his wife gasping, he moved down to tease her entrance, causing her to thrust up into his touch. She ran his hands up and down his chest, fingers tracing his lith and perfect muscles. Opie then settled himself between his wifes legs, pressing them open. His gaze locked on his wife's cunt groaning loudly, "God I've missed this pussy." He began placing beard - scratched kisses on her inner thigh. His hands skimmed over her thighs, following his kiss, before his tongue dipped inside to taste his wife. He licks turned ferocious, eating out his wife in swirling, sucking motions. Donna's moans turned into screams as her husband continued to pleasure her, grasping his hair and pushing herself further on her husband's face. His eyes never stopped watching his wife, taking in her pleasure. He slowly added a second finger and crooked them both to hit his wife's perfect spot, picking up the pace.
Just as her walls began fluttering around his fingers, he slipped them out and aligned his cock to her entrance. He locked eyes with his wife as he slowly began to press inside. She placed her hands on his ass and mewled, "Please Opie, please. I've been without your touch for long. Fuck me baby. Hard!" That phrase broke Opie. Slinging her legs over his shoulders, he began a relentless pace. Folding his wife nearly in half, his cock hitting deep inside his wife with each thrust. The only sounds echoing through the room was skin slapping against skin and the moans emanating from the couple. He continued to pick up pace, his cock slamming into his wife roughly and pushing her up the bed with each thrust. His hips finally stuttered, his rhythm failing as his release began to rack through him, and he coated his wifes pussy with his release. Opie collapsed next to his wife, pulled her into his arms and they fell into a peaceful sleep.