After my sickly realisation that I still held romantic feelings towards Happy I tried to sit and watch shitty tv and eat a disgusting ready meal I'd bought earlier but I just couldn't. My phone had started buzzing stopping me from slipping further into my own head, surprisingly it was Tara on the other end. And by surprising I mean I thought I was on her naughty list and was to be ignored until further notice.
"Hey" I wasn't feeling like usual chirpy self so I forgoed the sass, which may earn me some brownie points in the long run if we're being honest here.
"Hey, thought I'd call and give you an update." Tara spoke and cleared her throat before continuing.
"Bail's been posted, but not just for Jax and Clay...you'll be seeing Happy real soon." I couldn't do anything to fight the smile that crept up on my face, it's not like anyone could see it anyway. "That's good, that's real good. You and Abel will be able to see Jax too. That's a relief." I knew it wouldn't be permanent, but atleast they could have a proper goodbye before they went away again for who know's how long.
"That's not all, unfortunately bail was posted a little too late...Juice got stabbed earlier today. He'll be transferred to St Thomas though. Oh! And Chib's condition is stable, he'll be coming round soon" this conversation was turning into a roller coaster with the way she tossed the bad in with the good.

"Well they'll be back on their bikes soon enough, main thing is Juice isn't dead and on his way out of that hell hole. As for Chibs, he's tough. He'll be fine." He has to be. Is what I didn't say.
"The guy's will pulling into the garage in an hour or so if you wanna come over?" This was Tara's olive branch, though I think I was the one being the bitch earlier not her. Didn't matter though.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll catch up with them tomorrow. I need sleep, barely caught a few hours worth. Thanks though." It's not like I was Happy's girlfriend or anything, just a probable headache.
"Ok, well I'll see you tomorrow." With that Tara hung up and I was back to sitting in silence again, but with that weight being lifted off my shoulders I could feel that sleep was calling me, it may have only been 7pm but fuck it, I'd barely slept three hours in Happy's room. To be honest if I wasn't so tired I'd go over to the clubhouse so and wait for him to come home, but that was a bit too mushy and would be crossing out the friend line we'd drawn together...

Pounding on the front door disturbed me from my sleep and I really wasn't inclined to investigate why my door was taking such a beating, but I figured if I at least pointed my gun at the cause for a little bit it would cease and I could return to my slumber.
Reluctantly I slid myself ungracefully out of bed and onto the floor, taking a moment to re-adjust myself to be horizontal before sticking my hand in the bedside tables draw to grab my gun.
Not caring that I was clad in nothing but a oversized zeppelin shirt and a pair of lace panties I begrudgingly got up from my newfound place on the floor and made my way to the front door, grunting like the undead the whole time.
"Roxy open up" a familiar rough voice growled through the flimsy piece of wood that most considered to be a door, I had thought to replace it with a metal one...but I wasn't sure if it would blend in with the town.

Gun in hand I took a quick peek through the spy hole and mentally cursed myself, Happy was on the other side on the one fucking time I'd decided to have an early night. I could vaguely remember the text Tara sent me earlier about the club being released on bail, I couldn't help smile to myself a little.
Swinging the door open I mustered the most unimpressed face I could achieve and bore it well. Happy stood in the doorway looking casual as he's ever looked, one arm rested against the wall supporting his weight while the rested at his side. He was dressed in his usual attire but he seemed to be sporting his leather riding gloves still, if I wasn't so tired I'd have had kinky thoughts about those gloves…

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked and I didn't mean it as a rhetorical question, I was genuinely curious as to what ungodly hour Happy had woken me at.
"Yes, do you?" He fired back looking down at me with his head tilted slightly to the side as if he was studying me. Was he always this tall? Probably.
"No, that would be why I asked. Whatever you're after better be good because I actually managed to fall into a peaceful sleep!" without realising I'd managed to overshare some things I'd been trying to keep to myself, but I guess being too tired does that to you.

"Trouble sleeping? I can help you with that." somewhere in my sleep deprived mind I recognised his suggestive tone, my body took exception to that and rebooted my sex drive.
"A booty call huh? That's a dangerous path to tread on…" I retorted motioning to the gun in my hand, I got the sense that this was somehow becoming foreplay.

Happy, as I'm sure we're all aware of is a man of few words and more of a man of action, didn't respond verbally. Orally would have been the word I'd use.
His movements were swift as he pushed himself from the wall and took a step into the house making me back up a little, but I didn't get very far. His arms were around me in mere moments, one around my waist the other cupping my chin and escorting my lips to his to reacquaint themselves rather gently. My eyes fluttered closed and my heart fluttered in another way entirely.

"You still going to shoot me sweetheart?" his gruff teasing brought a smirk to my face.
"Depends, are you going to kick that door shut and carry me back to my bed anytime soon?" I said smirking, making sure to make eye contact as I said it. I heard him take a deep breath before licking his lips and grinning back down at me.

Happy waited a moment before using his foot to close the door behind him all the while he traced his hand from my face, down my neck, passed my chest and brushed his fingers along my side sending a shiver down my spine. Before I knew it Happy had both gloved hands around my bare thighs and was hoisting me up and around his waist. I quickly locked my arms around his neck, gun still in hand, bringing our lips to meet again but with much more heat behind it.

"You remember the way don't you?" I teased through my teeth that were not all too gently clamped around his bottom lip. I could feel his lips curl up into a smile before he just grunted in reply. With one arm holding me against him and the other supporting my back he made his way through the dark hallway to my room, kissing and nipping at my neck and collarbone along the way. Closing my eyes and tilting my head back a little in enjoyment, oh boy I had missed this.

Happy practically dropped me only the sheets as he himself swiftly found himself kneeling between my thighs, smirking down at me he took the gun gently from my hand place it on the nightstand and turned back to look down at me.
He raised one of his hands to his mouth and went to remove his glove with his mouth, and I just couldn't let that happen. Not with this current kink I'd suddenly developed.
"No, leave them on." I told him quietly while also stopping him with my own hands. He just grinned, tilting his head to the side a little before asking "Really?"
"Unless you want to spend the night on my floor, you are keeping the fucking gloves on!" I growled out glaring at him a little for teasing me.

"You kinky bitch, I like it when you tell me what you want" Happy chuckled to himself as he leaned back down and crashed his lips against mine once more. His gloved hand cupped my chin for a moment before it decided to a little exploring, the leather felt cool against my skin as it travelled down my neck to my collar bone. I noticed it stopped there but then again I was still wearing my shirt, and that just wouldn't do. Meeting Happy's eye I pushed him back a little, not breaking eye contact as I lifted my shirt slowly till it broke our gaze. Throwing my zepplin shirt to side Happy sat back a bit further and bit down on his bottom lip, looking my bare chest over as if committing me to memory. His eyes lingered however on the Tag's that lay between my breasts, he lifted them up a little giving them a kiss before letting them drop down to where they'd been. His gloved hand soon found something else to fondle though. The cool leather gently brushed against my hardening nipple and continued to massage my breast as Happy leaned in to continue where we'd left off.

Not wanting him feel like he was doing all the work I started off running my hand up his jean clad thigh till I reach his bulge, I could feel the heat and how hard he was through his jeans, it was almost as if his dick was begging to be released.
Giving him a gentle squeeze I managed to coax out of him a pleasured groan and earned myself a more ferocious kiss. I couldn't help but feel pleased with myself for eliciting such a sound from a guy like Happy.

Pulling away from his lips I grinned up and him, still stroking him through his jeans. "You know, I'm thinking you're a little overdressed for this occasion, and I'd like to rectify that as quickly as possible." It was my turn to tease, using my elbows as leverage to pull my legs from under him, once they were free I used my right one to push him backwards so he was standing rather than kneeling on the bed, his gloved hand stroked down my leg as he let me push him.

"Well...strip" I demanded, licking my lips in anticipation. I did love watching him strip. He looked down at me with a smile and began undressing, starting with his kutte. Watching in earnest I let my own hands slip down in my panties rubbing myself for a moment before peeling them off letting them join my shirt on the floor.
I was wet with burning desire for the man in front of me and I had no doubt he felt the same. Especially with that hard on he was sporting, he'd take my eye out if he wasn't careful.
"Like what you see?" He groaned out as he stroked himself.

"I'm sure I'd enjoy it more if it was inside me.." I said in the most suggestive manner I could, hoping to get the reaction I so desperately wanted.
He chuckled, and with a grin on his face he took himself in his hands slipped on the rubber looking ever so hungrily down at me. I felt as though I was going to be devoured.

Resuming his place on the bed, he position himself over me stroking his still gloved hand down my the side of my face once more tilting my head up and feverishly kissing me.
His leather gloved hand continued down and eventually found itself wrapped around my neck, not tight enough to constrict my breathing completely but just enough for me to enjoy it, just as he began thrusting in and out of me. I raked my nails down his back, giving as good as I got, we gasped and moaned together finding that point between pain and pleasure.
"Fuck you're tight." Happy groaned out next my ear, his breath tickling the skin.
I could feel the ecstasy building with every thrust but I held on till it was time, enjoying every last second of it.

We both lay there panting trying to catch our breath, I was tucked into Happy's side as his right hand stretched over my front fiddling with my tags.

"I've never seen you wear these before" He asked, I could feel his eyes looking down at me but I didn't meet them.
"Yeah, it's been a tough couple of weeks." I sighed, rubbing my hand down my face and stifling a yawn that had been building.

"I guess this burned that friend theory thing we had going on, huh?" I carried on, hoping to skip over my sleepless nights.
"Yeah." He answered, and then continued after a moment, "think we need to work through some shit first though."
I stayed silent, lost in my own thoughts. I was thinking, well over thinking, my feelings for Happy and what we were going to do next. Will we be a thing or a fling. I didn't know.
As if he was reading my mind, Happy spoke up from beside me, his chin resting atop my head. "Roxanne, I'm just gonna lay it all out here. I love you, I've been an idiot and you've been a bitch. I don't do drama or mushy shit, but I need you to know that I love you."
I was taken aback, I never expected him to say that out loud. I didn't even know if he still felt something, anything, for me. But then again that's just Happy all over isn't it? He isn't a man of many words...but that's just because he say's what he means, no dancing about.

"I love you too" I practically croaked out that reply, emotions were swirling inside of me. Happiness, acceptance, and love.
Never thought I'd find all three, especially in one place.
"I was going to tell you at Bobby's homecoming, I'd grown some lady balls or something but then you kinda stepped on them without realising. Now I'm not bitching, 'cause that shit's behind us, it's just-shit, I guess what I'm trying to say is that my feet are little unstable on the path ahead of us." I took a moment to shift my self so I could look up at him as I finished that sentence.
"Our lives are very different..." And that was true, he was a felon living the free and easy life or whatever it was. I was a Veteran making a living drawing on people. I was supposed to be kicking back to the good life without all the kidnapping and explosions. But it also wasn't what i meant.

"You're not some soccer mom Rox, I wouldn't be here if I didn't think you couldn't handle the life. It's gonna get ugly sometimes and I've already seen you handle that better than most old ladies" He argued.

"It's not the violence and shit Hap, I've seen and done that shit before. That's a cake walk compared to the worrying and the, well I guess all the laying in wait for some other hitch in the road." I was starting feel pretty useless, I was used to being the hero and shit. Used to be one doing my best to get shit done. Not sitting back and worrying about someone else doing that for me. Would I be able to sit back and let Happy be my knight in shining armour?

"You want to be out there dealing with shit?" Even looking at him I couldn't tell what Happy felt about that. I doubt he'd be happy if I wanted to deal with club business, but thankfully I didn't..just my own. Kind of like what I've been doing, albeit badly, for the past couple of months. "Yeah, but not club stuff. Like, take those asshole kids for instance, that's my shit to deal with. If there's anything that comes up in my life then I can handle it...I just don't want to rely on you and add to your plate. Especially since I know what I'm capable of." He was quiet after my long winded ramble, I honestly didn't know what he was thinking or anything really. I don't know why he bothered with sunglasses if he could stare down at someone like that and portray nothing.

"I get it." was all he said at first. And I thought that was all I was going to get, but then he pulled me in for a hug.
"I trust you to deal with anything thrown your way, but I'd like to know about it…" he trailed off taking a deep breath, almost as if he was smelling my hair.
"I want you, all of you, to be mine. My little Old Lady" I could practically feel Happy smirking above me, thinking he's such a fucking comedian.
"Fuck you, ain't nothing old about me. I don't even know how knit." I didn't even attempt to hide my amusement, I was glad to be free of our deep conversation. I think we both liked to keep things as light hearted at possible.
"That's a shame, thinking I might need a hat for when I go back inside" I just nudged him with the back of my hand, smiling like the fool I am.

We just lay there for a while in silence, for once I didn't feel lost in thought but I was comfortable and felt rather safe for a change. We'd never really cuddled and talked like this, it wasn't in our nature...and we both had a badass reputation to keep, so this will have to stay between us and the sheets.

"So what do you say, wanna be my old lady?" Happy asked breaking our silence after a good five minutes had passed, he pulled away from me enough so he could make out my face in the low light coming from outside, I had a feeling the sun was coming up and I still hadn't had a full night's sleep.
"I'll be yours if you'll be mine. Though I will say this, I catch you feeding your dick to anyone else and I won't be held responsible, nor will I divulge where your body is buried." While I was trying to keep this light and fun after our long deep talk, I meant every word. "You'd bury my body?" Happy questioned as one of his eyebrows rose up as if it was the question mark in his sentence.
"No, I'd bury you alive. Death might come into it later depending how I feel" I answered deadpan, no other way to deliver that line. "Nice."