I'm posting this in parts over the course of the week. It's a "three-shot" if you will. Call me cruel. This fic is a Valentine gift for my best Eric loving gal pal. Enjoy it T!
I do not own any of the characters from Southern Vampire Mysteries. They all belong to Charlaine Harris. Bless her for sharing them with us.
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There was a loud knock at the door that shook me from my sleep. I checked the clock, 11:30am. I had overslept again. I was really more of a daytime person, but staying up to spend time with Eric was taking its toll. I climbed out of bed and strolled to the door. It was a FedEx delivery man.
"Delivery for a Miss Sookie Stackhouse. That you?"
"Yes, where do I sign."
I signed the little paper and took the box from him. I thanked the driver and shut the door.
I turned the box over in my hand. I could hear pieces rattling around inside. The name on the label said "Northman", not that I was terribly surprised by that.
I sliced the box open with a pair of scissors, careful not to cut whatever was inside. There was a small pink box and a note.
Lover-
I will pick you up tonight at 8.
Hopefully the contents of this box will give you an indication of my plans for you.
E
I fought the urge to be angry. Why did Eric always assume that when he said jump, I would say "How High?"
Little candy hearts spilled out of the box when I opened it. They were conversation hearts.
"What's so special about that?"
It wasn't until I began to read them that I predicted what my evening would entail.(Word of the Day, thank you very much!)
"Lick me, Harder, Suck me, Faster, Touch me, Rub it, Fu......Oh my!" I slammed the last heart down, reducing it to powder.
Heat was already rising up inside of me. This was going to be a very long day.
I tried to keep myself busy cleaning, but my mind kept wandering. His lips on my neck, hands wandering down my body, his gracious plenty throbbing in my hand. Oh lord! I was going to have to think about something else and fast!
When it was finally 6 o'clock on the longest day of my life, I decided I had better take a shower and put myself together. I walked over to my closet surveying my wardrobe. If I was going to try and make Eric crazy tonight, I needed the perfect outfit. Nothing seemed quite right. I pushed to the back and noticed a black trench coat. I grinned.
I hurried through my shower, mostly paying attention to shaving so every part of me was smooth as a silk. I toweled off and applied a generous amount of thick and creamy lotion. I wanted my skin as soft as possible.
I styled my hair in a casual French twist. It would be easier to pull out the clip and shake it loose, something I knew Eric would enjoy. I applied a little powder, blush, and a soft pink lip gloss.
Earrings. I needed earrings. I grabbed a little pair of gold studs and popped them in. Nothing flashy, just a little shine. I popped on a gold chain and a matching gold bangle bracelet to complete the look. Of course I was still in a towel, so I strode out to my room to finish the ensemble.( I think that was last Tuesday's word, although I could be wrong.)
Rummaging through my lingerie drawer, I grabbed a new pink and black lacy bra and panty set. I had bought it from Tara on a whim not exactly knowing when I'd wear it. I hoped it would survive the evening. Not likely.
Adding lace-topped black thigh highs and a pair of black heels, I stood back to survey myself in the mirror. There was a knock at the door. Eric!
I grabbed my trench coat and slid it on, tying the belt at the waist.
When I opened the door, Eric grinned that sexy grin at me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him for a long steamy kiss. His tongue parted my lips and I moaned softly. My God could he kiss! I dove the fingers of my left hand into his blond locks, grabbing his butt with my right. His hands were rubbing all over my body. I had to pull myself from him or we were never going to make it out the door.
I readjusted my coat and swept a stray hair from my face.
"So, where are we going tonight anyway?
"My house."
Oh hell! I started out the door, but doubled back grabbing the box of hearts off the kitchen table.