Eric snuggled up close to me under the blanket. His cold, hard body caused shivers to run up from my toes. Of course, the shivers did not come from the coldness of his body.
"Good evening, Lover," he whispered. His breath tickled my neck and sent a second set of shivers running down to my toes this time.
"Well, if I have to wake up at two in the morning, I can't think of a better way to do it," I replied as I rolled over to bury my face in his chest.
I remember a time when waking up to Eric crawling into bed with me was a bad idea, but right at that moment I realized I was a complete idiot. I missed Amelia, but having this time with Eric was certainly a perk to losing a friend.
"You smell like sunshine. I wonder how you'll taste." Eric didn't give me a chance to welcome the thought before he was kissing and tasting every inch of me.
"I never thought I'd say I miss the sun," Eric said as he was kissing me goodbye.
"You could stay in the hidey hole. I don't have anything planned, I'll stand guard over you." After three blissful hours, surely his ego could stand a little goading.
Eric looked down at me and smiled, "Lover, if I didn't have de Castro to entertain, I wouldn't leave your bed until the very break of dawn."
"How long is he staying?"
"A week. The bond between us is strong enough that he will not approach you in any manner without my permission. You'll have nothing to concern yourself over." He sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his shoes.
"I wasn't really worried about him anyway. I've grown a little used to our nights, I'm just a little jealous over time lost."
"I know. I just like hearing you say it. De Castro may want to speak with you. Please do not pick this week to give me grief, come when I call."
"I think I like the sound of you begging."
"Woman, I will make you beg," he rolled the words out over his tongue in the sexiest growl I had ever heard.
"Oh, you don't need me to boost that side of your ego at all. Get out, come back in a week."
Eric was all smile and tooth, and to think there was a time when that icked me out. With another quick kiss on the forehead and a warring against his will not to take me yet again, he pushed open the window and took off into the night.
I sat up and listened for Bill, knowing he wouldn't come until Eric was safely away. Bill didn't keep me waiting for long. He stuck his head through the window with a quick whispered warning.
"I've brought the vial for you. I don't agree with this, Sookie. What if you need one of us?" Bill actually showed a shadow of emotion on his face.
"Oh, so now you like that I'm bonded to Eric?"
"No, but I would like one of us to have at least a tie to you. So many things have happened to you, Sookie. On this Eric and I agree, you should be protected. If you will not allow me to protect you, I would be grateful if you'd allow Eric."
"I need to feel completely human for awhile. If you hadn't pulled me into all this crap, I wouldn't need all this protection. I want out. So, are you going to be a gentleman and put the vial down on the dresser and leave?"
"Please, don't be so proud as to ever ask for Eric's protection. He is going to be absolutely furious with you, but he will protect you, if you need." Bill paused, laid the vial on the floor, and pulled his head out the window. His voice drifted in on the wind, "As will I."
The blank spot of his mind was gone, but I still grabbed my robe from beside my bed before I stood up. I gathered up the vial and the fitted sheet off of my bed and went into the kitchen to wait for the dawn and the witches.
A short one to start off with, but angst on the way, which means a longer chapter. Here are the lyrics to Shisiedo by The Katies. I highly suggest listening to this song- heck it's worth the 99 cents from i-tunes. Please note - this should be thought of from Eric's perspective to the events that will transpire over the course of this story.
I'm tired of waiting
you said you'd be back soon but that was late last june.
I'm spinning in your moon
But I'm getting tired of you and what you do
To my head when I loose you.
So I spill a little
like penny bottle wax,
are you coming back
And is it grace like that?
What am I to do
when I'm way too much for you,
When you're all I need but not enough for me.
Shisiedo, don't think so,
You're trying, I'm lying
You let go and bend close
You're so pretty when you're smiling
It's all too simple
To make sense for me
So I play like tragedy
And pine for your sympathy
I guess it's leaving me
What am I to be
When you wouldn't stay
And I couldn't say
You look like Jesus,
And you talk like Jesus
And you dress like Jesus
So you must be Jesus
And that's what I can't stay
Cause that's the only thing
That makes me feel this way so lost in outer space.
Shisiedo, don't think so,
You're trying, I'm lying
You let go and bend close
You're so pretty when you're smiling
And I know you won't go
And kick start all my crying
You let go and bend close
You're so pretty when I'm dying.
I've lost my senses
I should have never said this
With me and Jesus dying
You're so pretty when you're not trying
And I know you won't go
And kick start all my crying
You let go and bend close
You're so pretty when you're smiling
Shisiedo, don't think so,
You're trying, I'm lying
You let go and bend close
You're so pretty when you're smiling
And I know you won't go
And kick start all my crying
You let go and bend close
You're so pretty when I'm dying.
