All She’ll Ever Need to Hear
Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on the Quote Prompt Meme #’s 99 and 47. I’m sorry it took me so late to write this! This imagine is rated T+ for language.
All She’ll Ever Need to Hear
She vibrates with anger as she stands in the middle of Happy’s dorm room. The blood is fresh on her lips, her knuckles screaming and when she feels the tears starting to burn at her eyes she blinks furiously. She’ll be damned if she’s going to cry. Not now.
“What the fuck was that?” Happy’s voice growls from behind her and turning she finds him, blood smeared on his white shirt, but before she can answer he’s taking her face in his hands turning it side to side, eyes narrowing on her injuries. “Stupid…”
“Excuse me?” she demands when she leaves her to root out the first aid kit.
“You heard me,” he snaps, “Luann’s girl is a mess…”
“Bitch is lucky I didn’t kill her,” she hisses when he pushes her down to sit on the end of the bed. He works quickly, all the while muttering under his breath and by the time he’s done she’s calmed down considerably.
She knows she should say something, she just doesn’t know what.
“Happy…” she says reaching for him but he shakes his head as he pushes to his feet.
“Go home,” he growls as he stalks to the bathroom, “we’ll talk about this later.”
Every minute that passes, her nerves build. She knows Happy’s pissed. He has every right to be, even she doesn’t know what the hell she was thinking starting a brawl in the middle of the clubhouse on a Wednesday, she just couldn’t help it. She was finally pushed over the edge.
It couldn’t be helped.
Happy’s bike roaring into the driveway pulls her from her thoughts, and counting the steps of his boots she tries to drum up a smile for him, but when she sees the look on his face she knows it isn’t something that can just be laughed off.
He makes no eye contact as he shrugs out of his Cut hanging it by the door, and when he drops heavily onto the bench in the hall, head in his hands she wonders how bad it is.
“Happy…” she draws close to him and slowly he raises his head finally looking at her. “You’re still mad, I get it. I do. But you just don’t understand. If you heard what they were saying you’d understand.”
“I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!” Happy explodes and she winces. “People talk shit babe, especially the crow eaters! It’s never bothered you before.”
“It’s always bothered me Happy! What kind of person wouldn’t be bothered by the constant whispers, and rumors? I was just really good at hiding it, but I couldn’t take it anymore…”
“So what? Are you just going to fight a different crow eater every day? If so we’ll have to update the first aid kit, maybe make sure Tara has some time set aside to clean your ass up.”
“You don’t get it Hap,” she says shaking her head, throat constricting as she stares at him. “When I picture myself happy, it’s with you, but I don’t know where you stand, and hearing the girls who hang around the clubhouse talking about the things you used to do with them…it’s hard. I know you have a past. I have a past. I don’t care about that but being in this constant state of limbo with you….”
Her words are cut short when Happy swoops her up, tossing her over his shoulder.
“Happy, what are you doing?” she asks the air coming out on a ‘whoosh’ when he drops her onto the bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and snagging her ankle he gives a yank until she’s flat on her back with Happy straddling her waist. He holds her arms above her head by her wrists, staring down at her.
“I’m not one for words,” he says teeth scraping down her throat, just the way she likes it. “You’re all I want, and I have all night to show you.”
She lays exhausted with an arm hanging off the bed, her chest heaving. She’s thoroughly exhausted and when she looks over she finds Happy sound asleep and though he may not be a man of many words, his actions tell her everything she will ever need to hear.