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Warning ⚠️ Quite a bit of foul language here kiddos (I mean we all know it was going to happen at some point. I mean, it's Happy freaking Lowman)! But still, enjoy! 😉
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Fastening your gold high heels, you wiggle your freshly painted toes, the metallic paint shining back at you. You walk to the long length mirror, assessing your appearance and making sure everything was perfect. The red dress you were wearing showed all of your curves off beautifully, your ass looking particularly plump.
A knock on the door makes you jump, before you grab your clutch from the chair, triple checking your hair one last time and opening the door. "So? Will it do?"
Happy's eyes roam up and down your body, causing you to smirk. Tonight, you were working for the club, sweetening some deal with an investor that the club needed. Being the good old lady you are, you agreed pretty much straight away, accepting that you couldn't be given too many details just yet.
Even though you were completely fine with doing this, your fiancé took a little more convincing, not wanting any man to even think he had a chance with you, let alone spend a whole evening with you.
"I should just take you here, right now." he growls, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you towards him. "This job is bullshit."
You smirk in response, placing your hands upon his face and bringing his lips to yours, trying to reassure him through the kiss. Nibbling playfully at his bottom lip, you pull away, hunger in his eyes. "It's just a job, baby. I'm all yours."
"Don't you fucking forget it." he warns, his insecurities being hidden by his dominant tone. Smiling lovingly at your man, you entwine your fingertips with his, the two of you heading downstairs.
"You look beautiful." You squeeze his hand at the compliment, wishing you could just stay here, lost between the sheets with Happy.
You walk into the living room, being welcomed with whistles and hollers from Jax, Tig, Chibs and Juice. You feel your man stiffen up in anger, him pulling his hand out of yours and sitting down, a murderous look on his face. Rolling your eyes, you grin. "Thanks, guys. We all set?"
Jax looks around to the other members, them nodding in confirmation as they all stand, Juice and Tig walking past you, squeezing your shoulder in encouragement as they leave.
"Tig and Juice are going to ride ahead, stake the place out just to make sure it's all good." Jax explains, your mind racing with ideas of what could go wrong. He must notice the change in your expression, a reassuring grin slipping onto his lips. "It's just a precaution, darlin'. We'll look after you."
Nodding, you blow out a deep breath, telling yourself to calm down. "Me and Hap are driving you there, and we'll walk you in and introduce you. You good?"
"Yep, I'm good." you reply, looking at your sulking partner on the sofa. Jax follows your gaze, sympathy on his face as he looks at his brother. Happy stands, refusing to meet your eye, and nods once at his brother, leaving without even acknowledging you.
"He'll be fine." Jax starts, his hands resting on your shoulders comfortingly. "It's gonna be hard for him to watch, we'd all be the same. Thank you for this, (Y/N)."
Sighing deeply, you stare at the door Happy just left out of. "I'm happy to help. I just hope he understands that."
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"That sounds awful." you laugh, taking a sip from the fruity alcohol in your glass. Tony, the man you were trying to persuade, grimaces at the memory.
"Believe me, sweetheart, it was." You were actually having quite a good time, the sleazeball you were expecting actually turning out to be a pretty decent guy. Although, you found it hard to focus, Happy glaring at Tony's back so harshly you were surprised he hadn't dropped dead.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm just going to powder my nose." you state sweetly, grabbing your purse and heading towards the toilets.
You've barely washed your hands when you hear a light knock on the bathroom door, your heels clicking on the floor as you walk, pulling open the door. "Juice?"
"Jax told me to come get you, it's time to go." he explains, your eyebrow raised in confusion. You'd barley eaten your starter, how was it already sorted?
"Oh, christ," you groan, your head shaking in disbelief as you solve the puzzle yourself. "Happy?"
Juice chuckles nervously, not wanting to land his brother in the dog house, but not wanting to lie to you either. Looking across to the table you were sitting at just minutes before, you see its been vacated, a few notes left on top to clear the barely there bill. "Let's just say Happy made him an offer he couldn't refuse."
Juice leads you outside, his hand on your back protectively as you move past wandering eyes. Once you reach the outside, you catch eyes with your dumb ass boyfriend, giving him no expression. "Take me home, Jax."
You hear low whistles as you shut the door, Happy telling his brothers to shut up as they wish him luck, your wrath having its own reputation.
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"Babe?" you roll your eyes as you take off your makeup, the apologetic voice behind you being one you know oh too well. Enjoying the effect your silent treatment is having, you move past Happy, plugging in your phone and placing it on your bedside table.
"I'm sorry for ruining the fun you were having with that slimy prick." Happy growls, jealously dripping from his words. Scoffing, you walk up to your man, pointing your finger at him accusingly.
"Don't you dare try and make me feel guilty, Hap." you scold, his harsh eyes softening as you tell him off. Folding your arms, you try to stay serious, wanting Happy to know he's not going to get off the hook so easily. "It's not my fault you can't control your jealousy. All I wanted to do was help, do my bit for the club."
"You did, I just sped up the process." Happy argues, smirking at you, your hard shell cracking at his playful demeanor. You hit his chest warningly, a sigh leaving you.
"I wanted to do this, Hap, prove my loyalty to you and SAMCRO." you explain, pulling him by his arm and pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulls the front of your shirt, spreading his legs for you to stand between, his hands resting on your hips.
"You got nothing to prove, baby girl. Club loves you, I love you. You're family now." His fingers squeeze at your skin as he talks, your own fiddling with the neckline of his leather kutte.
Locking your arms around his neck, you straddle Happy's lap, his touch slipping under your shirt as he traces soothing circles, goosebumps appearing on your body. "What am I going to do with you?"
He grins at your statement, knowing he's back on your good side - not that he ever left - as he falls back on the bed, bringing you down with him. His grip slips south as you bring your lips down to his, squealing into the kiss as he roughly squeezes your ass.
Pulling back, you tease the man beneath you, hovering over him but not letting his lips connect back to yours. "I love you, you protective bastard."
He smirks, knowing that despite his uncontrollable jealousy, you'd never want him any other way.
Authors Note: You can probably tell that I love Happy 😊 — Well another Happy Lowman one shot 💕 Please request in the comments or just message me! ❤️ Don't forget to vote! 😻
