For some reason I used to think the Wendy’s logo was supposed to be a ghost. Somebody must have told me some stupid story when I was a kid, ‘cause I thought it was like…. established franchise lore, like Ronald McDonald fighting the Hamburgler.
It’s not, and the girl in the logo was based on the founder’s daughter, Wendy Thomas:
Even knowing this, I still associate Wendy’s with ghosts.
Imagine you’re Abel’s (age 5) teacher and meet Jax for the first time.
Abel Teller was a bright kid. He was, by far, one of your best students. Creative, calm, he listened to every word you said and did his homework; That’s why you were very interested in finally meeting Mr. Teller this afternoon at the PTA reunion. You knew that Abel’s mom, Dr. Knowles had passed away a few months ago, and you also knew about his peculiar family, including his “association” with the MC Sons of Anarchy. You figured out, Abel lived a pretty rushed life for his age.
Jax Teller was a legend in Charming. You find yourself asking about him at the school principal’s office only to be told that you “wouldn’t want to mess with him or his kids” but you also heard a few of the oldest students saying that “he was dreamy and such a bad boy” , which got you quite interested in Abel’s ghost dad. You never saw him in any meeting, or event at school, even last Christmas Talent show he wasn’t there when Abel class showed his number of “Rudolph the red nose reindeer”. Tara was there, along with Gemma and Thomas, but Jax was nowhere to be seen. You, being an outsider, coming from a pretty normal family from Stockton only knew Jax’s basics.
When you decided to send the letter to Abel’s family, asking kindly to meet Jackson Teller, you didn’t thought he would show up. You’ve done this before, only to be found with either Gemma or Chibs, who you’ve got to known since he was the one that showed up most of the times.
“Class, dismissed.” You said to all your toddlers, showing them a smile and waving them off, to the sound of laughter and screaming coming from the cheerful kids. You started to gather around your things in your bag when you saw the cute little blonde dragging his feet over to your desk, the still closed letter in his tiny hands. You sighed and showed him a smile. He didn’t even opened it. You thought to yourself, as you smiled down at Abel, messing up his hair a little. “What’s wrong, Abel?”
“My daddy said “Abel, give this back to your teacher.”
You nodded and grabbed his hand, leading both of you out of the classroom and to the school entrance.
“Well…” you said smiling softly at him, waiting for either Gemma’s van or the Harley that was going to pick up Abel today. “I hope i get to meet your Daddy soon…”
“If you believe in miracles, Miss.” You heard in front of you, followed by a cheerful scream of Abel and him letting go off your hand, dropping his backpack and lunch box and running towards the blonde man in a SAMCRO kutte, the “President” patch over his chest.
He picked Abel up and lifted him up. You could recognize Chibs behind him, quick to caress Abel’s cheek and smile at him.
“Excuse me?” You said, walking closer, handing Abel’s stuff to Chibs, behind the mysterious man. “Hi, Filip.”
“Hello, Mrs. (Y/L/N)…” the thick accent made you smile.
“Jackson Teller.” Jax said putting out his hand for you to shake, which you did, gladly.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Abel’s teacher.” As you shook his hand you couldn’t help but notice how much alike the kid and his father were. Same kind, yet fierce look and charming little smile. “I’ve been looking forward to meet you”
“Worse than the ATF, that’s for sure…” Chibs said without thinking too much of it.
“Beg your pardon?” Raising an eyebrown you saw the death look Jax shooted to Chibs, motioning for him to take Abel in his arms and walk away.
“Goodbye, Mrs. (Y/L/N)” the child waved and smiled at you. You smiled back and waved too.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Abel.” You looked at Jax again. He crossed his arms and leaned himself on the school wall.
“Abel’s been coming home with a shit load of letters, Mrs.(Y/L/N).” He started. “You see. I’m a busy man, but i take notice of that.” You smiled, already loving the charm of the young Dad in front of you.
He felt around his pocket, only to find he had forgot his lighter.
“You smoke, Miss?” He asked, and you already knew what he wanted. You nodded and grabbed your pink lighter handing it to him He smirked at it, making you blush a little and lighted up a quick cigarette, turning around to see Abel, being chased by Chibs. “He’s in good hands. I don’t want Child Services on my ass.”
“Oh, god, no.” You were quick to say, putting a strand of hair that fell out of your bun back in place. “I wansn’t…” You closed your eyes, after admiring his famous smirk. “I’m sorry if i scared you, Mr. Teller. I just wanted to say and point how brilliant Abel is, he’s still so vibrant and creative, and i thought…well…”
“Yeah, Little Man is quite a case, isn’t it?” He took a drag of the cigarrete and stomp on it. “I’ll make sure he knows he’s awesome. We all know that, right?” He winked at you and you felt your knees almost give in. You smiled down,hugging yourself and licking your lips.
“I better get going.” You noticed how his eyes traveled up and down your body, making no effort in hiding it.
“Of course. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Teller.”
“Jax.” He said grabbing your hand and kissing it slightly. “In case you want to find me later; Abel goes to bed at 8 PM.” He joked and winked starting to walk away, finding in your hand the lighter. “What a good father i am, right?”
You laughed a little, and holded yourself together, watching him walk away, and ride away with Chibs and Abel who still waved goodbye to you.
Looking down at your hands, you would see your pink lighter, wrapped in a TM promotional paper; Jax’s number on it.
Imagine you’re the new bartender and Juice has a crush on you
You were 18 when you moved away Texas from and into Charming, thinking, no, more like dreaming about quiet sunday evenings drinking tea and long reading sessions under an apple three, a white fence house and the sound of children playing on the street.
Instead of that you got a small, dark and hot room in the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse, sponsored by your uncle Quinn and his friends. Soon enough your country girl dreams faded when you found yourself being the new SAMCRO bartender. You couldn’t complain, really, everything was better than being back in dusty old Texas, with your abusive stepfather and your pill head mother. In some way, Quinn was like a father to you, since your dad died on a run when you were just 9 years old. Your mother lost it, and everything went downhill. You secretly thought that Quinn was fond of you because, apart from being the only child of his only dead brother, he thought of you as a daughter since he never had the chance to settle down and have a proper family.
That’s why when he called you, asking you to move to Charming with him and his new chart, you inmediatly said yes, dropping your job as a waitress and went running to his arms.
“Off limits.” You remember he said to his brother when you came out of the cab and went running into TM. Everyone laughed, except for the cute puerto rican guy in the stupid haircut.
A few days later and everything was running smoothly. You poured drinks, took out the trash, cleaned the bar and also found the time to read and study a little, for you wanted to keep studying some day, when things at the clubhouse settled down.
It was a good job with good people that did good things…sort of.
You turned up the radio, Alan Jackson singing his heart out. As cheesy as it sounds, it reminded you home. As you cleaned around the bar, Gemma Teller-Morrow walked inside the clubhouse, her heels clacking the cold tildes and making everyone stare, wave and smile at her, out of love or fear. You always had an admiration for the her, being the matriarch and being able to, somehow contain all these crazy bikers at ease. It amazed you how much they loved her and respected her.
“Hey, Gemm.” You said smiling when she put her purse on the bar and took off her sunglasses, sitting down on the stool. “What can i get you?”
“Just water, sweetheart. It’s a hell of a hot day…” She said puckering her lips and looking around. Everyone was either on the run, or getting groceries for tonights party, while the rest was working at TM. Except for Juice.
He was playing a solo on the pool table, trying not to look guilty of staring at you doing your work, when you were oblivious. But the Queen of bikers knew better than that. Smirking, she pulled herself up and water in hand, walked over to the stupid kid with the mohawk.
“Hey Juicy.” She said looking at the balls all over the table. You looked at them and flashed them a smile, not thinking much of it.
“Hi, Gemm.” He said smiling in full display, pressing a soft kiss on Gemma’s cheek. “Looking for Clay? He’s on the…”
“Oh, cut the shit, punk boy. I see you’re into Quinn’s little kid.” She said flashing Juice a smirk, watching him get all bothered and nervous. He stared at Queen B with pure terror in his eyes for a few seconds before trying to laugh it off.
“Good one, Mom, really good one.” He said grabbing the pool stick and looking at the ground, still red and shaky. Gemma just stared, hands on her hip as his glass of water stayed on the table, making it impossible for Juice to continue his game.
“Her name is (Y/N). Might as well invite her to tonight’s party.” She said placing her purse under her armpit. “Oh, and apologize to her.”
“The party? Quinn would chop off my fingers and wear them as a necklace.” He said staring into nothing, as if he was imagining the scenario. “Apologize? What? Why would i…?” He talked too soon, when Queen B knocked over the glass of water all over the table, she gasped sounding everything but surprised. “No, Gemma…”
“(Y/N)!” She shouted in your direction, still looking at Juice with a smile on her face. “Goofball here knocked over the glass of water” She started to walk over to the office. “Fix it.”
Seconds passed and you were already there, cloth in hand, resignation in your eyes. You started to dry the place, minding your own bussiness. Juice looked at you, biting his lip slightly, when he heard a sound from the door. The one and only Gemma, arms crossed over her chest looked at him, encouraging him to make a move.
“Uh…” he started off calling your attention. You smiled at him, standing a few inches under his nose, placing a strand of hair behind his ear. “I’m…I’m sorry. I’m the goofball”
“That you are. No worries. Juan Carlos, right’?” You said, grabbing the glass and poking your hip out.
“It’s…Juice. My friends call me Juice.” He smiled, showing his perfect teeth and scratching his scalp. You bit your lip, nodding and starting to walk away.
“Well. Nice to meet you, goofball. Stay out of trouble.” You said, walking over to the bar, for you were quite busy with tonights party.
That’s impossible, Juice said to himself. The sound of the door again and as he turned around, Gemma was still there, mouthing and motioning to grow a pair. He cleared his throat and jogged over the bar, leaning against it and calling your attention when he knocked over the already dry glasses of tequila shots.
“Shit…” he muttered picking them up. “Uh…(Y/N), i was wondering if…you know, i could call a croweater to relieve you from your work and…” he looked down forgetting where all of this was going. “We can, well, the party and all…”
“You’re asking me to the party tonight? As a hang around, not the bartender?” You asked, putting the glasses on the sink, smiling widely, and finding it cute that Juice, the big bad Queens biker, was so nervous.
“Yeah…” he sounded relieved, sighing. As if when you said what you said, a big stoned were removed from his chest.
“Sure, if Clay’s okay with it.”
“He will. I mean…I’ll talk to him”
“Cool. Meet you here at 9 PM”
“It’s a date then.” You nodded, licking your lips out of habit. “I mean. Not a date, in case you want a date, then it is a date and i would be one lucky dog and…” You laughed and waved him off, turning around and facing the sink.
Juice smirked and went back to table, knocking his feet over the couch and tripping on his way over, making you giggle as he went full red, trying to look as natural as he could.
“Goofball...” You said under your breath.
“Damn it, goofball.” He thought to himself blushing a new different shade of red.
“Fucking goofball.” Gemma trailed off, smirking to the young biker.
Imagine you take your baby girl get her ears pierced and Happy freaks out.
Harleen was born on a rainy Sunday morning, during spring time. You were crying from happiness and your heart melted when you saw your Old Man face, smiling down at his precious new born princess.
Deciding to call her “Harley”, as a pet name, you lived for your little girl. It was both of you first baby; That’s why you thought it was normal for Happy to be this overprotective.
“Poor thing.” Juice had said, three months after she was born. “She’s not gonna date until she’s 55″ You laughed but deep down you knew that could be true.
You were feeding Harley at the clubhouse, who was dressed in a pink SAMCRO onesie, while Abel looked close, amazed by his new friend. You smiled down at your baby, so concentrated in making sure she didn’t spit the milk out, you didn’t realized when Tara came in, Thomas in her arms.
“Hey, (Y/N).” She greeted. You smiled up at her as she leaned and kissed your cheek, Abel still staring at the baby girl. “Hi, Harley.” Your baby was still asleep on your arms, after you pulled the bottle out of her reach. The boys were on a run as usual, and the house was calmed for a chance. “She’s beautiful.” Tara said, placing Thomas on the ground, letting him crawl.
“Thank you.” You said placing the bottle on the near table and rocking her in your arms.
“I wish i had a girl.” Tara said, looking dreamily at your daughter. You nodded.
“Maybe next time.”
She gasped. “Oh no, thank you. These two are a handful, right, Abel?” Abel nodded, not even realizing what the woman were talking about, which led you to a fit of giggles. Tara frowned her eyebrows.
“Hey, (Y/N), you’re not getting her ears pierced?” she asked, making you realize it was true and that your daughter didn’t had her tiny ears pierced. Tara caressed her hair. “I have one of Thomas’s earrings, from when we believed he was going to be a girl.” She offered. “I know a great place, too. They do new born ears.”
“Oh i don’t know..” you said biting your lip. “Shouldn’t i call Happy first?”
“Non sense.” The young mother said, pinching your kids cheek. “It’s a girls thing.”
Abel caressed her face too, smiling.
Tara offered herself to drive you to the piercing place. “It’s a routine procedure” She said. “It wouldn’t hurt her, it’s cheap and these…” golden drop earrings resting in her hands. “Will look beautiful in little Harley.” You smiled leaning against the seat, still feeling a little weird. It looked like you were betraying Happy, somehow.
As you arrived, the feeling in your stomach made you hold it strongly. Abel hopped off the van, you and Tara walking over to the piercing place. The sight was beautiful; SAMCRO’S old ladies and kids walking around Charming without a care in the world. It was like seeing a celebrity.
“Shit.” You muttered. Tara looked over and bit her lip.
“Shit.” she agreed. It was Bobby, Happy and Tig, standing outside the barber shop, probably waiting on Jax. The blue eyed man took notice of you soon enough.
“Hey!” He waved. Tara smiled at him, her lips an awkward pose and you couldn’t stand the urge you had to run and hide; Your husband walking towards you. “Hey little man” Tig said, grabbing Thomas from Tara’s arms and bouncing him up and down.
“Bobby!” Abel squealed, reaching out for the man to pick him up. You stand in front of Happy, smiling up at him.
“Hey.” He greeted, in a dry, unpersonal tone. You knew Happy’s rule. The least you could be seen together, the better, even though, it was no secret you were his wife and the baby you were holding was his. He just didn’t want to see you get hurt. “What are you doing here?”
You turned around to look at Tara, who was there for moral support only. You gulped and decided to go through with it.
“We came to pierce Harley’s ears.”
He blinked once, and then again, trying to wrap his mind about it.
“What are you talking about? She’s a baby.” Happy said looking down at her sleeping figure.
“Tara gave us some earrings, and i think she would look lovely.”
“And you came by yourself?” You nodded. “Without telling me?” You nodded again. He sighed and scrapped her scalp. “Are you even sure about this?” You nodded one last time before taking his hand and walking into the piercing place.
“Happy, my man!” Jake, the tattoo artist on the place greeted the second you walked in. Your old man smiled, hugging him and then taking his place back next to you, arm wrapped around your waist. “Mrs. Lowman.” He then noticed the baby. “Harley…” He said pinching his cheek. “What can i do for you?”
“My crazy wife wants to pierce my baby girl ears.”
Jake laughed, nodding and reaching out for the baby. “Come with me.”
The four of you walked towards a back room, white colored, that smelled like a hospital. Jake placed the baby girl on a small bed and started gathering around his things. You leaned back as Happy sat down on a chair, never taking his eyes off Harley, his leg shaking and jumping up and down. The second he saw the needle get closer to his baby girl and Harley’s face, stunned as she saw the man get closer; He got up, grabbed his baby and left the room, with nothing more than a “Bullshit” behind him.
Jake looked at you. “Would you see that? Tacoma killer…”
Imagine you work as a make up artist in Cara Cara, and when SAMCRO pays a visit, your best friend Lyla asks you to join her in a scene.
“You’re getting it in my eye!” Lyla, your best friend laughed as you finished doing her makeup. She pushed you away giggling as you cleaned your hands on the little makeup apron you wore to work. The blonde actress got up, looking at herself in the mirror, wearing nothing but a black lace g-string and a cropped tight white wife beater. Lyla was your best friend since you could remember, that’s why she took you into her house and offered you a job as soon as you graduated from Beauty School, after talking to Luann, of course. You lived together and worked together, you also took care of Piper together; The three of you were a small yet happy family. She was your best friend in the whole wide world.
“How do i look?” She asked you fixing her long eyelashes.
“Like a porn start.” You joked getting your things in all the right boxers at backstage. She stuck her tongue out at you and laned over, giving you a friendly hug.
“Okay, let’s go.” She said as you two walked out to the set, watching the crew set everything in order. The set Lyla was going to work today was as simple as you could get it. A big broad bed with white sheets, dim light and a female coworker this time. You sat down, emergency bag on your lap and enjoyed your work, that until a loud series of cheers called your attention, smiling seconds after.
SAMCRO was on the set, as they owned practically the half of it. Your favorite boys in town. Chibs was hugging Luann, as well as Jax, probably sealing some kind of deal; Boss was shaking her head and smiling, kissing everyone’s cheek. You got up and walked over to them, waving at everyone.
“There she is!” Chibs called, embracing you in a father-like hug. “Hi, (Y/N)”
“Hey, Chibbie.” You said and smiled at all of them. “What’s going on?”
“Luann sealed the best deal of her life, “ Jax said. “and we want to stay around a bit, check on the business.”
“Check on the pussy.” Tig stepped in, making everyone laugh.
“CUT!” Someone yelled, making all the heads turn. Lyla was walking over at you, an awkward expression on her face. You started to shake your head, for you knew that face was trouble.
“(Y/N)…” she trailed off. You fixed your glasses and bit your lip, willing to listen to her then refusing anyway. “Ima called in sick and you’re only one available…” You eyes started to panic. You? in a lesbian porn scene? with your best friend?
“Lyla…I’m no actress.” You said, looking at the SAMCRO members, all expecting and already giggling. “I’m a makeup artists, and you’re my best friend.” You groaned, frustrated.
“Look, it wont be for free. They’re gonna pay you, it can be unaccredited.” She grabbed your hand and bit her lip, jumping up and down. “Please, (Y/N), i need the money…”
You took a deep breath, ready to say that you were going to lend her some but then you heard Juice scoff behind both of you, making you turn around.
“Lyla, i can lend you money, because (Y/N) won’t do it.” You blinked and stared at him.
“Explain yourself, Ortiz.”
“C’mon…” he said, teasing you by pinching your sides. “You’re a nice girl, really beautiful but…i don’t you have the guts.” This made Tig and Bobby laugh, but what really got you was Jax nodding.
Jax looked at you, sending a smirk in your direction as he lighted a cigarette.
“I think he’s right. You’re absolutely stunning, but, you know, you couldn’t pull it off. You aint about this.”
That was it. You turned around, and walked away, leaving your best friend and SAMCRO standing in the middle of the set.
Half an hour later, you were just finishing your own make up. Bold lips, smokey eyes and fierce eyebrows. You looked down at the outfit under your Cara Cara robe. Black lace boy shorts and a tight, almost transparent black bralet. You sighed and tighten the robe on your body, your bare feet driving you over to where Lyla was sitting, checking her phone with a defeated look.
You cleared your throat calling her attention. She looked up and then trailed your body, arching an eyebrow. You sighed, rolling your eyes as you let the robe fall, pooling around your ankles. Her look said it all as she stood up, hugging you and jumping around with you in her arms.
“Thank you so much! Oh my god!” she cheered, letting go off you. “You’re the best, really, I owe you one.”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get this over with.” You said holding up the script on your hand. You already knew the script, since you’ve helped Lyla to rehearse it tons of times. You both walked into set, hand in hand, making the Sons of Anarchy jaws drop. Tig began whistling, Opie and Happy leaning back on their sits smiling at each other. Bobby laughed and Jax stood there, cigarette in his lips. You winked at him and got on the bed, fixing your hair and listening to Luann’s directions.
“Alright, girls. It’s a short promo. Basically…” She began, as the rest of the crew oiled your skin and got the scenario ready. “You two make out for a few minutes, do it naturally, please, (Y/N) i know it’s your fist time but try not to look constipated.” You laughed at this and got on your knees on top of the bed. “It will be quick. Thank you so much, babe.” She kissed both of you and went back to her director chair, SAMCRO behind her.
You filmed a sequence of Lyla leading you to the bed, hand in hand, you grabbing her waist and both falling into bed, giggling and rubbing your noses together. You could see from the corner of your eyes how Tig was having the time of his life, while Chibs gulped down some Bourbon. Lyla was on top of you fixing her hair to a side and arching his back, her ass in full display to the camera. You had the work to role both of you, so now you were on top and facing to the camera.
Doing it, you faced the camera man, as your bralet fell to the bed, making Juice gasp like a teenager. Lyla’s hand covered your breast in perfect sync, her red painted nail fingers pressing, making you moan out and bite your lip. You had only one line on the whole video, and it was your time.
“Want to join us? CaraCara Productions. Making your dreams come true.” The camera focused on Lyla, the petite blonde sticking her tongue out sexily.
“Even the dirty ones.” Both of you caressed for a few more seconds, standing up, kneeing on the bed, pressing open mouth, hot wet kisses.
“And…” Luann said, checking the screen making sure it was alright. “Cut!” You covered your breasts and fell back on the bed, laughing your ass off, same as Lyla. Luann smiled and clapped, the MC loosing it behind her.
“Encore!” Juice demanded. “Oh my god, you deserve a fucking Oscar!” Tig was out of words, adjusting himself.
“I met God today, brother.” He confessed to an inusual absent Happy. Lyla pecked your lips lightly, as a thank you.
“Thank you so much, (Y/N), you’re the best friend ever.” You nodded and got up.
“Let’s go, i have to make you up for the next one.” You said, walking past SAMCRO swinging your hips on purpose. Jax stood on the door, letting Lyla walk by but moving slowly when it was your turn. You looked at him, his beard covered smirk.
“Nice acting.” He said.
“How you like me now, Pres?” You winked and walked away still giggling.
Imagine you take a shower in Happy’s dorm, so when he hugs you, you smell like a man, and he gets jealous.
Working at TM was so fun you sometimes forgot it was supposed to be your job. You were a mechanic at your hometown, and currently, apart from Gemma on the office the only woman working there.
Born and raised in Charming, growing up a tomboy, you loved riding your bikes around with Opie and Jax, going to Gemma’s Sunday dinner and getting your title along with everyone else. Two months after you graduated, Clay called you, asking you to work for him at TM. You immediately said yes.
Later on, you met your old man, Happy Lowman. Both of you clicked right away, you being attracted due to all of his mistery and lovely persona, him being dragged towards you by how you still let your tomboy show and how you didn’t needed a knight in shinning armor to come at your rescue. You’ve been together as a couple for 3 years and were currently engaged.
That afternoon was a particular hot one, making you put down the top of your grey suit, showing your white tank top now stained with oil and dirt from the bike you were working on, along with Chibs. You got up, taking off your gloves and lighting up a cigarette for your break. Chibs was coming back from the bar, holding two beers on his hand, handing you one when he got to the picnic table. You nodded and smiled at him, toasting to a good life and sipped on your beer. Happy was on the run along with Jax and Bobby, and he promised to be back at night for you guys date night. Tonight you were going to Little Annie’s Steak House, down at main street. You’ve been begging Happy to take you there since the night of the inauguration and tonight was the night.
“Don’t worry, lass.” The Scotsman said, drinking from his beer and smirking, teasing you. “I’m sure Hap loves an oily and dirty babe on the spot.” You frowned when you noticed he was right. Happy was going to be at TM soon and you couldn’t show up at the Steak house looking the way you were.
“Oh shit.” You bit your thumb nail and chugged down the rest of your beer. “Happy’s dorm is open, right?”
“Of course not.” Chib scoffed. “You really think your old man would leave his room open?” You sighed, running your hands on your face, only smearing the oil around your cheeks. “Gemma must have the key, though. She’s at the office.” You smiled and kissed the grey hair man scarred cheek.
“Thank you!” you said, running around to the office to get the keys of Happy’s room.
Once you were there, you got rid of your grey suit, white tank top and heavy work black boots, leaving you in the white lace lingerie you loved so much. You folded your clothes and placed them on the sink, closing the bathroom door and letting the warm water pour out. You loved how the shower smelled so manly. Aftershave, plain soap, and cologne. Just like Happy. You worked on yourself, getting you all bubbly, and most important clean.
After a relaxing hot shower, you stepped out in your panties, not bothering to wear a bra. You slipped on your baggy olive green pants and got into your converse, one of Happy’s old SAMCRO white t-shirt over you and you were almost ready to go. Standing in front of the mirror, you started to work on your hair, styling for it to look cute. Adding a light make up and you were ready to go, but stepped back with a smile as you saw your old man walk into his room with a bloody white t-shirt.
You were used to this by now. You’ve became an expert in removing blood off clothes but Happy always managed to make you worry. You stared at him.
“Nah, little girl. Never.” He said removing his shirt and throwing it away into the bin. You bit your lips at the sight of his eight pack and those crazy v lines that drived you crazy. You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, looking up at him, delighted with the view. He smirked down at you, licking hips lips. “Hey, you.”
“Hey yourself.” You said pressing hard against him. He grabbed your ass cheeks, lifting you up, you taking the hint and wrapping your legs around his waist. He pinned you against the wall, kissing around your neck and, open mouth kisses, his ears being filled with your sharp breaths. “Hap…” you groaned, your nipples already poking out of the white shirt. You sucked in a breath when he got off you, obviously stopping and looking at you, eyebrows furrowed. You looked back at him, confusing in your eyes as he put you down
“What’s wrong?” You asked, your hands going to his cheek, only to be pulled down by him. “Hap!”
“Where is he?” He said lifting his eyebrow and grabbing his gun out of his waist. He started to pace around the room, lifting everything, turning all the things upside down. “Where the fuck is he?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” you said following him around the room. “You really think i would cheat on you?” catching the hint you leaned against the wall you were making out 5 minutes ago. “On your fucking clubhouse?”
“You smell like a fucking men.” He said. “I want to know who he is, where he is and if he has any last words.” Happy stated as he looked around the room and out of the window. You rolled your eyes, a smirk on your face. “Now what’s so fucking funny? Lover boy’s gonna suffer a painful and slow death.”
“Crazy old man” You said pointing at your clothes on the ground. “I took a shower in your bathroom, idiot.” You said, shaking your head. “I smell like a man, because i took a bath and i used all your shit, paranoid freak.”
Realization hitted Happy Lowman like a ton of bricks. He scrunched up his nose and put the gun back in his waist, looking at you with a calm face now, as you smirked at him, arms crossed.
“Okay, i freaked out.” He admitted. You nodded and smiled at him, finding it cute how he was so worried about loosing you. You licked your lips out of habit and walked over to him, pulling him down until your lips were in front of each other.
“I would be an idiot if i cheated on you, old man.” He nodded, smirking down at you again, running his hands inside your t-shirt.
“I’m an idiot for believing you would” He said, pecking your lips, slowly deepening the kiss. “On my defense…” he said in between hot kisses. “I love you too much, the mere thought of another man laying hands on you drives me fucking insane…”
“That’s a good thing.” You said grabbing both of his hands and pulling him towards you. “You’re only one laying hands on me.” You smirked lusty at him as you got rid of the shirt on your body. He licked his lips, nodding, loving the view.