I don't own these characters. Charlaine Harris does, but I just love them.
A/N: This is a follow-up to Thoughts in the Night. I thought I was writing a quick one-shot, but your reviews have inspired me to keep going! Thanks so much!
Eric
How much longer can I sit here like a lovestruck fool, wasting all my time tortured over her? If I could just see her, maybe that would be enough to remind me of all the reasons that I need to stay away. I feel the familiar quiet hum through the bond that tells me her crying has stopped and she is sleeping. Angry at myself for my obvious weakness and unable to come to terms with how she has seized control of my existence with no effort whatsoever, I finally storm out of my office and get in the car. Maybe I'll be able to get control of myself on the drive. I hate having feelings.
Thankful that she never rescinded my invitation, I stand at her bed watching the soft rising and falling of her body as she breathes the even breaths of a deep peaceful sleep. Her beauty is overwhelming, her scent maddening. I quickly undress and slip into bed beside her. Gently playing with the ribbons at the collar of her gown, I study her perfect face. She begins to sense my presence and opens her eyes, turning her head to look at me. I see a flash of panic cross her features, and then her eyes close tightly as if to wish me away. I am confused as she grabs my wrist and pushes my hand down under her gown. I comply and find her impossibly ready. I am gentle and lean in to kiss her. She shakes her head no and turns away, but her body is signaling yes in the most delicious way. My hand easily remembers what she wants and needs and her breathing speeds to tell me she's getting close. Of course I want more, but her hand pushes my body away while the other holds my wrist firmly in place. I can only watch her beautiful profile, face still turned away from me as she comes with a quiet sigh. I never thought it possible to want anything more than I want her at this moment. I shift to hold her closer, and she quickly sits up and pushes me back onto my back. I am uncertain what she wants, but I will do anything she asks of course. In a flash, her head drops and she wildly takes me into her mouth. Both astonished and grateful, I watch the top of her beautiful head and give in to the overwhelming pleasure. She is driving me mad. I want to look into her eyes. I want to hold her, feel her, make love to her, my only true lover. Her silence is broken by the tiniest of moans, and that is all it takes to send me over the edge. I am shocked at how quickly she has reduced me to this, but flooded with joy and relief to give myself completely to her again. I reach for her to pull her to me, but again she resists. Without looking at me, she reaches her arms around my waist and bursts into tears, burying her face into my chest. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around her and rock her gently, stroking her hair with a quiet "shhhh." Both confused and concerned, I listen to her quiet sobs and feel her tears pool on my chest until her breathing slows and is only interrupted by the quiet little hiccups that follow a heavy cry. She finally sleeps soundly again and I stare at the ceiling trying to make sense of what just happened. I'm not sure what I expected when I came here tonight, but it most certainly was not this. Eventually, dawn calls me away and so I reluctantly slip out from under her, hoping to try and sort my thoughts on the drive home.