Hello fan fictionist, If you had this story on alert/FF then this is edited first chapter reposted & Renamed I found a story older then mine with the original title so I changed mine.

This will not be your average Happy/OFC the story starts here hot and heavy but will take a whole new turn as we go along. I want to explore happy as more then just a walking talking wet dream but lets face it…. the man and character from the show defiantly brings up all sorts of naughty, for libido geared imagination witch I suffer…. No enjoy having.

There will be flashback to him and the OFC but this story isn't about their romance. It is going in a different direction entirely but I promise more lemons that's what the flash backs are for heheh… I tend to put a lot of effort into my characters back story so please keep that in mind as you go along it will be a while before it all comes to Charming.

************************************************************************************************ More coming, while this story hasn't had a lot of reviews the story won't leave my head I have quite a bit of it already down. But it needs editing and that is happening slowly so stayed tuned. Strangely this story has more ff alerts then all my others it's weird. *******************************************************************************************************

"We are all just looking to make it work, good or bad isn't right or wrong,
righteous or evil, it simply is what we need to be in that one moment to
survive one more day." 'The Roots Undun'

The girl was laid out beside him in the bed, her head was cushioned on her elbow, the other flung out hap hazarded holding her 9 Mil.

Her breath even and shallow, she was occasionally speaking in her sleep. Nothing coherent, just odd muffled sounds accompanied by twitches.

The sound of the safety being clicked off on her gun had woken him, the gun in his own hand coming up fast with his thumb brushing his own safety off before his brain realized that she was dreaming, that there was no immediate threat in the room. He reached over, put the safety back on her gun and eased himself back on his pillow lighting up a smoke.

Her ass a canvas of bruises from where he had gripped her, pinned her to the wall with his body and fucked her Hard. She had taken him and pulled him in harder. He smiled at the memory of her frustration of not being able to move from his grasp and set the pace. How she had set her teeth to his chest and bitten down over and over till he stepped off the wall, still holding her in place, walked to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress. He loved the whimper she gave as his dick slid out. The sound of sheer frustration that she made always made him feel like he had managed to claim her, if only for the split second it took for the sound to leave her lips and reach his ears, but that was her draw. The fact that he never had more than that little bit of claim. Her and him did this dance over and over for all the years they been at it.

He knew how to make the bitch scream and beg. He knew the color of her eyes in the moment that she came, and how her back cracked like a whip when he call her his bitch, when she gave in and just let him ride her slow and deep.

He knew she could handle all kinds of Chaos. He knew for a fact that the bitch didn't blink at pulling the trigger, or at the clean up after you shot or sliced a mother fucker. He knew she was cool looking down a barrel. He knew how she didn't fuck around in a fight, went straight for the kill. He knew there was never going to be a woman more satisfying to fuck for him.

What he didn't know was her real name.
What he didn't know was how she became a killer.
What he didn't know was why she does what she does. Suddenly, it started bugging fucking the shit out of him that she could find him, but he never had a way to get to her.
It been that way since the day their paths crossed on a job 15 years back.

Hap's eyes wander back to the body of his current frustrated thoughts, and he felt himself needing to claim her once more before they went their own separate ways. He might not hear from her for weeks, sometimes it would be months before she would appear. He leaned over and fingered her hair line. He knew she had woken the moment he touched her temple, her breath caught and then her eyes opened. Hap slid his hand down and over her cheek to her the nape of her neck, pulling her up by her hair as his body pinned her to the mattress he whispered in her ear.

"Spread those legs and raise that ass"

At his rumbled words, her eyes dilated and the corner of her mouth came up in a lazy smile. She felt Hap's knees pushing her own knees apart and pushing her up even as he uttered the words, curving her spine she opened up to him waiting for him to push his way in to her hard and fast the way she liked, loved even, but only got when she was in a lust filled daze.

The loss of control she felt at hap's hands was one of the few things in her life that she lost her self to, like a junkie to their high.

Only Hap could push her to her physical limits, where the high becomes no more thought, no more memories, or regrets, good or bad .
At his hands she found a euphoric bliss. The reason she came back over and over was that he was the only way she got away from her Life.
Her body became a puppet in his hand and the pace he set, left her with nothing but the ability to be her instinctive responses to his demands. She was just clay he could mold and pound, and he never left her wanting.

He always seemed to know that she need to be controlled in those moments, and took her resistance and slowly broke it down till there was no fight left in her, till all her resistance was extinguished and he somehow tipped the scale all to his side. Until all she could do was
submit and take what he dished out.

At the acceptance of all of it her thoughts stopped, and all she could do was move to his needs, her body reveling in it. All her nerves leapt off inch by inch. He lit her on fire and kept her at a steady burn till the pressure built, and all she could do was explode under him and
around him.

Hap had her up on her knees, her back pressed to his chest, her head pulled back and his cock still just at her entrance. He was pinching at her nipples in alternating pressure, and every time she tried to push him back so that he would be filling her he pulled her up short by her hair, pulling himself away from her, still controlling her by her hair. His hands slid down her back over her ass, sliding his hand between her legs, playing with her clit. She was wet, and they had barely started. She knew that happy was going to make her beg before he would ever give in and fuck her.
The gun still in her hand had found its way into his hand, the cold smooth barrel pressed along her thigh, and slowly making its way across her flat stomach to circle each of her breasts and trail up to her chin. He pushed her head up with the barrel and kissed her hard and demanding. He pulled away from the kiss just as she began to respond in kind, she nipped at his lip as he asked.

"What you need, Batty?"

"I need nothing"

"Nah... You need this"

His lips pressed to her ear, the thick raspy voice sending shivers down her spine as he pressed himself forward and slide in to her. He dropped the gun and wrapped his arm around her waist holding her on him, his hand gripped her hip hard. All she could do was feel how full he made her.

"But you won't get what you need from me till you beg... when you're begging me softly, and your legs spread wide, pussy wet hot.
Then I'll fix it all for you... I'll give you the moment of quiet you need to make it for one more day...I'll make it so all there is me, only me and what I give you "

He pulled her off and tossed her onto the mattress, her legs wide, her chest rising and falling in big panting breaths.

"You're so full of yourself, Happy"

Her voice was full of contempt, but that was part of it wasn't it? How he could reduce her to just flesh and bone.
No will, no pride. But that was why she was here to beg and lose herself in the moment, to be wiped clean, become weightless.

Because soon there will be one more bullet to be place, a throat to slice, a body to disappear, a time for her to become chaos.
The chaos was a ravenous beast that she had to keep well fed.

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