A/N – I have finally decided to leave "TRIPLE E" as a one-shot story. It is a pretty intense X-rated smut take and gave me a lot of work to write so I am giving it its rightful place to stand as a full story all on its own.
But, I decided to make a "lighter" sequel to it that will tell us a bit more about the meaning of Sookie's dreams. She will have the help of a very professional Doctor. He is a Psychologist and his area of specialization is Psychology of Dreams.
I do not own Eric, Sookie or any of the other characters in the SVM books. They belong to the most talented writer, Charlaine Harris. All the other characters are my creation.
No Beta reader for this story. So, excuse me for any mistakes as I am not from and English-speaking country. Thank you!
Hope you'll like it and if you want to hear from me just leave me a review or a PM. I surely would love some feedback from you! Hugs to you all!
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DREAM DOCTOR
I
SPOV
For those who haven't read it, this is how "TRIPLE E" ended and where this story will begin (go read it if you want to know what the dreams were about):
I woke up with a very happy look in my face and my body felt wonderful. My phone was ringing and I wished that that call was from one of my Gods.
I picked up the phone, lifted it to my hear and answered it, wondering who might be calling me.
"Hello?!" I said to the person on the other end of the line.
"Good Morning! Is this Miss Sookie Stackhouse?" A female voice answered.
"Yes, how can I help you?" I asked being the proper well raised polite Southern Lady.
"Oh, I am sure I could find a way for you... to help me, but that can stay for another time. I am calling from Doctor Northman's Clinic to confirm your appointment today, in the afternoon." She replied leaving me open mouthed since I definitely did not recall having booked an appointment with any Doctor and most definitely not at a Clinic since I was not swimming in money.
"Dr. Northman?" I asked.
"Yes, Doctor Eric Northman. He will be able to receive you at 3:33 p.m.. Can you come at that time?" She said and my voice was totally frozen in my throat while my mind was racing as if in a Formula One Circuit. Fuck me! ERIC?? Whaaat, 4 of them?!! Oh my LORD.
"How... how do I get to him... I mean, how do I get to the Clinic?" I managed to utter after some time. Get it together Sookie, this is the real world.
"Just look for the town's Central Hospital and I am sure you will be able to get here from there. The Clinic is right in front of the Hospital. You won't have any problem in finding it. Or in finding your way into the care of one of the best Psychologists in the world. But you knew that when you booked your appointment, Miss Stackhouse, didn't you?" She asked me. A Psychologist? Well, I guess it could be worse. He could be a Psychiatrist.
"I... I didn't..." I whispered.
"What did you just say, Miss Stackhouse? I couldn't hear you!" She questioned me.
"I... 3.30?? I… I will come...." I told her.
"Oh... no doubt you will... and, Miss Stackhouse, it's at 3:33 not 3:30." She explained to me.
"Yes, of course, at 3:33 p.m..Thank you for calling me." I said.
"You are welcome. Have a good morning and see you later, Miss Stackhouse." She said.
"Thank you. GoodBye!" I replied and ended the call.
Another Eric?! Could it be just a coincidence? Yes, of course it was. After all Eric was just a name, an "E" name. The picture of the letter "E" started to enfold itself on my brain... one, two, three... four "Es"! Yep, no doubt a coincidence. Just a male Doctor, with the same name as my dream Gods, just a man with an "E" on his name... just an "E" man (read He-man!).
OH MY GOD. What else was going to happen?
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After the phone call ended I went back to bed and lay down on top of the covers staring at the ceiling with a lunatic look in my face. My body was feeling sated because of my very fulfilling dream. But my conscious mind was a total mess now that I was back into the real world. I had read somewhere that the unconscious part of one self is very deeply linked with the conscious one. But I did not read further than that because I was never much into analyzing what I could not see or feel. But since I started having these dreams I could not not wonder at the meaning of them.
Psychology of dreams... that was what I read about. And now I had an appointment with a Psychologist. And one who had the same exact name as the men in my dreams. Coincidence? Maybe... maybe not! Anyway, I told the woman on the phone that I would go, so I wasn't going back on my word. Sookie's word once given is for good, no matter to whom it is given to.
What I would do once I got into the Doctor's office I didn't know... I mean, would I be able to tell him about my dreams? To another woman, maybe, but to a man? I didn't think so... Nevertheless, I was determined and I would most definitely go. Probably I would need to work a whole bunch of extra hours just to pay for that single appointment but I would go to it.
I got out of bed and went to take a shower and ate some breakfast afterward. Today was my day off and my house was in need of a thorough clean up so I took care of that until it was time to make some lunch for myself. I made some steaks, French fries and eggs. One of my favorite foods that always left me pretty satisfied. Calories? Yes, it had a ton of them, but since I only ate it once a week I didn't worry too much about it. After I cleaned up the kitchen I still had 2 hours until the appointment, but I decided to go into the city and see if I could find the Clinic easily or not.
What do you wear for a Doctor's appointment? Well, at least for this one I didn't have to worry about taking any of my clothes off like I had to do when I went to my gynecologist. I have never been to one, but I saw a lot of movies where people talked to Psychologists and they only had to lie down on a leather chaise lounge couch. Fully clothed. Therefore, my new low waist blue jeans and a blue city style plaid tunic shirt would do. Better than a skirt or a dress. I mean, I would have to lie down with my feet up and having to worry about showing too much leg or worse was definitely not something I wanted to contemplate. (A/N – You can see her outfit in my Profile.)
I grabbed my car keys, locked the door behind me and got myself in the car to drive the few miles that separated me from the city. I knew where the Hospital was so I drove with its location in mind. The traffic was quite chaotic so it took me longer than I expected to arrive there. It was a bit over 2 pm when I finally found a place to park my car. And yes, the Clinic was quite visible from where I was, it was practically in front of the Hospital. The building was quite impressive and looked totally new, no wonder I haven't seen it before whenever I came to town. There was a sign with big letters that said: "Northman Clinic" and they were written in the color red. Hardly something you could not notice!
I noticed there was a little coffee place close to it, so since I still had more than one hour until I was supposed to go inside I decided to go get myself some coffee. I needed to calm down... I was too anxious! Oh, I thought, then I should drink some tea, instead. Coffee would just make me feel even more jumpy. The place was little but pretty up to date since it even had a little corner with computers that you could use to surf the net. One of them was empty and after I bought myself a cup of tea I went and sit in front of it. I checked my email and it was empty... what a big surprise! I hardly ever used it, so no wonder it had zero emails. And that was not the only zero that could be added up in my personal life. Zero Boyfriends + Zero Dates = Zero Fucks. Oh well, at least I had my Dreams!
Since I was on the net and no one was close to me I decided to go and do some surfing. I went to google's page and typed the words: "What do Sexual Dreams mean?". Several links showed up... actually, there were like hundreds of them. I clicked on the 3rd one and read the following text:
"Dreams are a rich source of fantasy and can be a way to deal with unfulfilled desires from waking life. Also as dreams are messages from the unconscious mind they can reveal our deep feelings and our true motivations. In particular they can bring to light many repressed sexual desires, our guilty feelings or our unexpressed fears about sex.
If a person has a high degree of repression, the person's fears and anxieties may be expressed through their dreams. Similarly, the person's desire for greater fulfillment may be expressed in erotic dreams. If the sexual repression is severe, the dreams may be filled with sexual situations that the person would find shocking, embarrassing or confusing. In such cases, there is often a big difference between the person's waking sexuality and the sexuality displayed in dreams. The person's day-to-day life may be emotionally sterile and sensually barren, but the dream life is full of eroticism and steamy sexual encounters.
Erotic dreams usually occur at times when you need a certain amount of release from tension. They are a safety valve that lets out your pent-up frustrations and sexual inhibitions. They may compensate for your unfulfilled sex.
A more direct interpretation of these dreams may be your libido's way of telling you that it's been too long since you have had any sex."
There was a lot more, but I had read enough. The damn text should have as a title: "Sookie's waking life sucks". I shook my head a bit and laughed quietly. I looked at my watch and it was already 3:30. SHIT! I had 3 minutes left. I got up and hurried out the door and once on the street I practically ran until I reached the door of the Clinic. Good thing it was so close, but even so I was panting and breathing hard when I opened the door and entered inside.
I took a quick look around and once I located the reception desk I headed that way. A really beautiful bond woman was standing behind the counter. She looked up when I was getting close and her eyes gave me a very thorough inspection. Jesus! Was she undressing me with her eyes?! Of course not, I must have gotten the wrong meaning of her look. When I reached her I said:
"Good Afternoon! My name is Sookie Stackhouse and I have an appointment with Dr. Northman..." I said between breaths. Damn it! I needed to workout more, I ran for like how long? 1 minute?
"You are quite a sight... and you are just on time, Miss Stackhouse, it's exactly 3:33 pm., please go right through that door, he is waiting for you. We will see each other again on your way out." She told me with a somewhat wicked look on her face, pointing to a door across the other side of the room.
I uttered an almost whispered and embarrassed "Thank you" and turned to go in the direction of the Doctor's office. Before I reached it I tried to see if my hair was okay with my hands and I also adjusted my shirt. At the door my hands automatically reached for the knob and after taking a deep breath I opened it and entered the room.
The office was pretty impressive. The walls were white and there were several landscapes depicted in some paintings spread along them. There was a huge black bookshelf full of books, a black desk, a black leather chair behind it, a black leather chaise lounge couch close to the windows and another black leather chair near it. There was no one inside, so I just stood there not knowing what to do. Was I supposed to sit or lie down? Uninvited? No, not a proper thing to do. I decided that it was best to go out and go ask the receptionist if this was indeed the right office I was supposed to go into. I turned fast and took a step forward. I did not take another one. Why? Well, let's just say my whole body collided with a massive muscled chest and my face was the first to touch down. Way to go, Sookie!
If I was still flustered from the little run, now I should be redder that the sign's letters outside. Not only was I literally glued to this man's body but now both of his hands were placed above my waist to steady me. To steady me? Or to send me to my sudden death? Why? How would you feel if you put your fingers in a wall socket? Or if you were struck by lightning? Yes, you would probably die, but this death he was capable of giving to my body I was willing to have it.
Oh, FUCK! This must be the Doctor! After that thought hit me I quickly tried to take a step back away from him and looked up. My body was still being hit by successive electrical shocks and I willed myself to calm down. Oh sweet mother of Jesus! My Eric was looking down at me with his irresistible and unique way that could send me to heaven and back. Wait! This was no dream, so he could not be my human Eric.
I took another step back and observed him better. He definitely looked like my Eric, there was no doubt about it! His Godly form, his eyes and his face were the same, only his hair was cut shorter. Yes, his hair was much shorter, but he still looked like him. I almost could swear it was him.
He was staring silently at me as if he was as perplex as I was. After some time his mouth stretched into a smile and I stopped ogling him because that was exactly what I was doing. Then I got blessed with some of my wits back and I found my voice:
"I am sorry for..." I began and my vocal cords stopped working when his smile grew wider showing his perfect white teeth and he raised his eyebrow slightly. Oh, sweet JESUS!
"No harm done. You must be Miss Stackhouse. I am so sorry for not being here when you came in, but I had to go and check on one of my patients. Please, let's sit down and introduce ourselves." He spoke, still smiling, after seeing that no more words were coming out of my mouth. He then led me to the chaise lounge couch and he sat in the chair that was placed close to it. His voice was so... so goddamn HOT! Air conditioner. How come it was not on? Or it was? Oh, man... yes, OH WHAT A MAN!
I sat down never taking my eyes off of his and after a pause he started talking again:
"I am Eric Northman and I am here to help you in anyway I can. My area of specialization is Psychology of Dreams. Please make yourself comfortable and let me hear what has been worrying your mind. What is the nature of your dreams? What do you usually dream about? Can you remember any of them in detail? Are you able to describe them to me?"
Oh, no, no, NO! There was no way I was going to tell him about my dreams. How could I? Well... he was a Doctor... and I guess other people must have had dreams of the same nature as mine, so I guess he must be pretty used to hearing just about anything.
Should I let myself loose and tell him or should I just get up and run away?
TBC
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A/N - *goes to sleep wondering if my readers will like it*
So, what did you girls think about it? What would you do? *giggles*
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