Tig Trager's sister Jessie has been around the club as long as she can remember. She's always held her own with the men and croweaters alike until Happy walked into the clubhouse. Can she handle the killer, or can he handle her?
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Gemma looked up from the paperwork in front of her to smile at Happy. "She called in sick this morning. She thinks it's the flu."
Happy frowned at this information. "When I didn't see her car, I tried calling her, but she isn't answering."
Gemma nodded. "Yeah, probably not. She's most likely in bed."
He stood looking out the door for a moment before nodding. "I'm going to take an hour, go check on her."
"Definitely. Take the whole morning. Come back after lunch."
He nodded once more before he walked out and over to the garage where Tig was working on a car. "You got a spare key to Jessie's house?"
Tig looked at him thoughtfully before digging his key ring out of his pants pocket and sorting through the various keys. He finally pulled one off and tossed it to Happy, who nodded his thanks before heading for his bike.
Happy opened the back door quietly, walking into the kitchen and sitting the small bag of groceries down on the counter before walking through the living room to a hallway that he assumed led to the bedrooms. He'd never been in Jessie's house before but only felt slightly uncomfortable about being here without her knowledge.
He wasn't surprised to see that she kept her house very clean and orderly. As he slowly opened the first door he came to, he saw an empty guest bedroom. He shut the door and moved down the hall, making the presumption that her bedroom would be the last door. He found that he was correct when he opened the door and found a television in the corner, turned on but set to mute. He grinned when he heard soft snoring coming from the bed.
He took off his kutte and laid it in the chair sitting in the opposite corner, his boots coming off next, then his jeans and t-shirt. He pulled the covers back just enough to see Jessie in an old SAMCRO t-shirt, probably Tig's. His jaw tightened at the thought, even if it was stupid to be jealous of her own brother. He'd just make sure to give her a few of his old t-shirts to wear instead.
After climbing into bed behind her, he pulled the covers back over both of them and lightly stroked her hair as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Baby?"
He felt her stir against him, shivering a little before turning her head to look over her shoulder. "Hap? What are you doing here?"
He frowned at her as she shivered again. He put his hand on her forehead, his frown deepening when he feels how hot she is. "Gemma said you were sick. Why didn't you call me, little girl?"
He grinned when Jessie sneezed before answering him, reaching over him to grab a tissue from the box on the bedside table. "I didn't want you getting sick. You shouldn't be here, babe."
Happy shook his head and pulled on the t-shirt she was wearing. "Well, I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere for a few hours. Lose this shirt, little girl."
Jessie rolled her eyes and made him laugh as she snatched her shirt out of his hand. "If you came here to get laid, you can go right back to TM. I'm not in the mood, Happy. Maybe one of the croweaters will take pity on you."
Happy glared at her and before she could move, he snatched the shirt over her head and threw it to the floor. As she screeched and moved to cover herself, he took her hands in his and gently forced her back against the pillows, shaking his head.
"I wasn't trying to get laid, Jess. You need my body heat to help break that fever and the fewer clothes between us, the better. Now come here and snuggle with me, little girl." He winced as if in pain when he felt her firm, bare breasts against his chest but pulled her closer until there was no space between them. He grinned when he heard her sigh and felt her snuggling closer to his warmth, her head buried where his neck joined his shoulders. "Just for the record, I haven't slept with anyone else since I decided I wanted you."
Jessie snickered as her arm went around his waist and a leg went between his powerful thighs, melding them even closer to each other. "Well, that's good to hear. I mean, I figured, but a woman likes to know where she stands, and... well, I know about the road clause."
Happy nodded and stared at the wall as he held her shivering form against him. "Yeah, well... ask any of the guys. Hell, Tig would be thrilled to be the first one to rat me out, if I had done anything. I haven't been with anyone, not even when we went to Nevada. You're my woman and I don't need a substitute. My hand works just fine until I can have the real thing."
Jessie snorted before he felt her lips on his neck, kissing him. He gently pulled on her hair until she was looking at him, a sneaky grin on her face. "Well, you know, I'm not dying, so you could, in theory, have the real thing now, if you wanted it."
Happy chuckled as he leaned in to kiss her while one of his hands found it's way to her behind to give it a firm squeeze. "Believe me, you're going to want to be fully back to normal before that happens, because little girl, I plan on wrecking you."
Jessie didn't remember dozing off, but apparently, she did, because the next thing she knew, she was waking up alone and once again dressed in her t-shirt. She looked up when the bedroom door opened, vaguely disappointed to see Gemma carrying a tray with what looked like soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. She smiled when she saw that Jessie was awake, pulling a folded up piece of paper from her pocket and handing it to Jessie.
Little girl,
I had to go do something for Clay. I'll be back in a few days. Hopefully, you'll feel better by then and we can pick up where we left off.
Happy
Jessie sighed as she folded the note back up and laid it on the table beside the bed. At least she knew where he was and that he would be back. She just had to make sure she was feeling better by the time he showed up again.
