A/N : As always Charlaine Harris owns everything, I own nothing, nada, zero, zip, zilch.

This is an A/H story with OOC elements. If you like tender Eric you'll probably like it. If you like Bill when he's a little bit bad, you'll probably like it. If you like a little Kink with your coffee you're definitely going to like it!

CONFESSION: This was a Vampwich story I modified so I could enter the Naughty/Nice Contest. Unfortunately, after pm'ing the contest people, I realized I was too close to the edge of the rules and decided not to enter. So this story will seem like a weird hybrid between Vampwich and E/S.

BETA shout out: My humble thanks go to Latbfan for beta'ing this for me even after I decided to not enter the contest. I had no idea I was so bad with commas, HONEST!

Story is Rated M for mature sexual content including some BDSM elements, so you've been warned.

CHAPTER 1

"Oh my stars! If it isn't Eric Northman"!

Eric turned trying to find the source of the woman's voice. Being 6'5" had its advantages when standing in the middle of a crowded airport. And then he saw her.

"Sookie Compton"? He asked, although he was already sure from one glance at the blond woman needling her way through the crowd. Raising his arms in welcome, he couldn't help but laugh when he felt her slender arms slide around his torso. He wrapped his long arms around her and squeezed tight.

"Omph! Eric, you're going to squeeze the life out of me. I'm an old lady now, take it easy", she exclaimed.

He let her go just enough to stare into those familiar blue eyes that he hadn't seen in so many years. "Don't be absurd. You're a child. Look at you, you havn't changed a bit"!

"You need glasses Northman" she joked, shaking her head.

"I've got them right here" he smiled, holding up his reading glasses from their cord around his neck.

"Join the club" She smiled back, and held up her own reading glasses dangling from a colorful beaded necklace. "Hey, have you got a minute? I'd love to hear what's going on with you".

Eric looked at the huge line he was standing in and the poor airline clerk behind the desk patiently explaining luggage procedures to a very annoyed red faced man. It was the 23rd of December and he had known it would be bad flying this time of year, but hadn't he anticipated how bad with all the sudden storms sweeping across the Midwest and Northeastern US. This was causing the usual "domino effect" on every other airport in the country. Talking to an old friend beat being in this unmoving line. He stepped out, pulling his luggage behind him and followed Sookie to a bench near the windows overlooking takeoffs.

He looked at her more closely as they sat down. She seemed trim, even in her winter coat and her hair was the same blond, although it was shorter than when they'd been in college. Smile lines etched her lightly tanned face around her mouth and eyes as she took his hand in hers. Her happiness at seeing him energized him in a way he hadn't experienced in months.

"What are you doing here Eric? Sookie asked as she brushed her hair out of her face. "Last I heard, you were living in Chicago right? Were you down here on business"?

"Yes, I was down here finalizing some paperwork for some clients and thought I'd be smart and try to fly thru Alexandria instead of New Orleans. It's not working out the way I'd hoped" he replied ruefully. "I'm actually trying to fly into Boston. My daughter Pam goes to school near there."

"Oh, where does she go to school"?

"Harvard" he replied, trying very hard not to sound smug. It was so difficult not being a stuck up Dad about it. But he had to write those enormous checks every semester, he had a right to be a little proud dammit.

"Oh my, you must be so proud of her"

"I am. How is your daughter Adele doing"?

"This is such a coincidence! Adele is in college in Massachusetts too".

"Which school"?

"MIT" she said, looking a tad smug herself.

"Well, I guess we managed to raise a couple smart kids" He laughed.

"Yes, we did, although, I think my husband's DNA can take a lot of the credit for Adele being as smart as she is. I'm not exactly in that brain range". Sookie laughed.

He was about to protest that assessment, when a big commotion up at the ticket desks drew his attention and an announcement started.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAY I PLEASE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, DUE TO THE EXTREME WEATHER CONDITIONS BEING EXPERIENCED IN THE MIDWEST AND NORTHEASTERN PART OF THE COUNTRY. THE FAA HAS GROUNDED AIR TRAFFIC IN THOSE AREAS TIL IT PASSES. PLEASE SEE YOUR RESPECTIVE TICKET AGENTS REGARDING RESCHEDULING YOUR FLIGHTS AND CONNECTIONS. PLEASE SEE THE ARRIVAL AND DEPARTURE BOARDS FOR AFFECTED FLIGHTS. WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE"

"Well, shit" Eric blurted. He looked at the board above his airline's desks and sure enough "delayed" had been replaced by "suspended" next to every flight number.

"I'm so sorry". Sookie said, squeezing his hand. "You know how these storms are though. It'll blow over and once they de-ice everything, it'll be fine".

"I guess I better start looking for a hotel before they all book up" Eric sighed.

"Oh no, you don't have to do that! My car is parked here and you can stay at our house. We live outside Shreveport now. We have plenty of room. You'll be able to check the internet and reschedule your flight as soon as they start moving again".

"I can't do that Sookie. Its Christmas, I'm sure you've got plans". Eric didn't want to put anyone out even though he dreaded the thought of being in some sterile hotel room with Christmas looming.

"Adele wasn't able to come home for Christmas unfortunately, so it's just me and the hubby this year" she said with a forced cheerfulness "Trust me, Eric we'd love to have you. Please, I can't bear the thought of you all alone in a hotel. PLEASE"? She squeezed his hand really hard and gazed up at him with big puppy eyes, which made him laugh out loud again.

"Alright, if you're sure I won't be putting you out"?

"Not at all, let's go"! She bounded up with Eric hustling to keep up with her. He hadn't been flattering her when he said she hadn't changed. Sookie was still the same energetic, warm, full of life woman he'd known back in college. They had dated for several months, but stayed friends even after breaking up. It had crossed his mind from time to time, the path not taken, but he had made his choice and had never been sorry.

Over the years, they had lost touch. Moving across the country and living different lives, they'd lost contact as they went their separate ways.

Running into her here and now was a godsend. Otherwise, he'd be fighting hundreds of grounded passengers trying to find a hotel room and praying he wouldn't have to sleep on the carpet at the airport waiting for the planes to start flying again.

They made their way through the dark parking garage, Sookie counting aloud, obviously trying to remember where she parked. Eric gazed at her with bemusement. He had never met someone who "lost" their car in parking lots and garages more than Sookie.

"AH! Here it is." She gestured with a flourish and opened the trunk with a quick punch on her keyring.

He settled in with a satisfied sigh, pushing the passenger seat back for his long legs as Sookie backed out of her space and they were on their way.

"Is Aude already in Cambridge with Pam or is she going later? You should probably call her and let her know where you are. I'm sure she's worried". Sookie frowned as she eyed the airport exit signs, trying to make sure she took the right one.

Eric hesitated. There just was no easy way to say it. "Aude passed away in February Sookie. She had breast cancer".

"OH! Eric, I'm so sorry, I had no idea, truly". Sookie looked at him, appearing upset at not having asked about this earlier. Eric just wanted her to watch the road.

"It's alright , there would have been no way for you to know. I'm doing okay now". Eric was proud of his voice being so steady. It had taken months for him to be able to talk about it without feeling like he was going to have a breakdown.

"So this is your first Christmas without her".

"Yes".

"Well, then I'm extra glad I ran into you and saved you from airport purgatory" She said, obviously trying to create a lighter mood.

"I'll call Pam once we get to your house and check the airline's website and the weather up North, so I'll have a better idea what to tell her".

She nodded. "That sounds like a plan".

They rode in silence for a bit, the radio piping in holiday music interspersed with weather warnings and last minute Christmas sale ads. It was amazing to Eric how comfortable he could feel with someone he hadn't seen in over two decades. He had been taking pre-law and Sookie was a psychology major when they were dating. Once they broke up, Eric had been shocked when she had taken up with Bill who was a couple years older and majoring in computer engineering. Bill had seemed like a decent enough guy and he treated Sookie with deference and respect. Sookie had actually been pleased when Eric and Bill had gotten along well enough for them to all go out together and there had been some really good times. Bill was a reserved guy with a dry sense of humor, but he just seemed so boring. Eric had never understood how Bill could make someone as vibrant as Sookie happy. He had actually heard at one point that they had separated, but if that was true, than they seemed to have worked things out.

Eric realized he hadn't inquired about Bill. "So, how is that husband of yours doing? Is he still changing the world with his software company"?

Eric saw Sookie's hands clench the steering wheel.

"Bill, well I don't know if you've heard. Well of course you havn't" she said. "He has Parkinson's Disease. He's was diagnosed with it several years ago, so it's been kind of rough going here lately". She smiled.

Eric knew from personal experience how NOT to respond from having dealt with exactly this type of thing when his wife had been ill. "I'm very sorry Sookie. How is he doing? Is he able to get around? Is he still working? "

"He had to stop working full time and took an early retirement, but he still does some consulting work. He is still able to walk, but he's shaky and falls sometimes. A physical therapist comes in a few times a week to work with him to try and keep as much mobility as long as possible, you know. He's on medication that seems to help most of the time."

"Of course" Eric knew that you don't appreciate having good health until it's gone. Once his wife had gotten ill, their life had been an endless cycle of tests and more tests, surgeries, medication, and therapies. It was endless until the end came.

"Fortunately, his speech hasn't been affected much yet and he shakes a bit, his hands tremble, that sort of thing, but we've adjusted. That's why we're living in Shreveport now. We had a house built there. We're closer to the hospitals and there are a couple of clinics". She shrugged a little. "Sometimes you just have to roll with it, you know"?

"Well that's good" Eric tried to sound upbeat. "How are you doing? You were doing child counseling right"?

"Yes, I was mostly working with abused children. But it just became too hard with worrying about Bill being alone all day or hiring a full time aide…well….it just seemed like the better option that I stay home". She didn't sound bitter or angry, simply resigned. This was the hand life had dealt her and she was making the best of it.

When his wife had first been diagnosed with cancer, he had been upbeat and presented a "can do" attitude at all times, wanting to be as supportive as possible for her. There were so many treatments after all and women survived breast cancer all the time. It had been caught at an earlier stage and she was strong. She would be fine he told himself repeatedly. He wouldn't allow himself to accept that she might be one of those "statistics" that the CDC kept track of every year.

He told himself he was being strong for her. Later he realized he had only been denying the reality because he was too weak to accept it.

"Here we are!" Sookie's bright voice jolted him out of his revere. They were in a semi-rural area that seemed to have the typical developments encroaching on farmland that was so common everywhere these days. They drove along the darkening road into a wooded area where the houses were separated from their neighbors by politely distanced trees. Instead of pulling up to one of the shouting Mcmansions, Sookie drove up to a one story house with an angular silhouette.

It was a little hard to see with so little light, but Eric could clearly make out the assymetrical roofline. The house had sharp lines and it sat cozily in its lot like the trees were hugging it. He caught a shimmer on the roof.

"Do you have solar panels"? He asked.

"Oh yes, Bill insisted that if we were going to build a house it was going to be "done right"". she said, making air quotes with her voice. "So it has geo-thermal, solar panels, solar water heater. You should see our utility bill".

"I would think with all that, you wouldn't even have a utility bill".

Sookie laughed heartily at that as they pulled into the garage. "You would think so, and with all the credits we earn from producing more electricity than we use, that would be the assumption wouldn't it? But they have this thing called "administrative fees". It's four dollars and eighty-eight cents a month and when Bill saw that he hit the roof!" she laughed again.

"Let me guess, being the stubborn bastard he is, he tried to dispute it didn't he"?

"Oh yeah"

"And he was told there was nothing he could do about it, that he had to pay it"?

"Oh yeah, it's like you were there, Eric"!

"I'm a lawyer. I know how these things work"

"Anyway, you should hear him bitch when he has to write that check" Sookie kept giggling. It was great hearing her laugh. As he pulled his suitcase out of the trunk it occurred to him he never even asked her why she was at the airport to begin with.

"I forgot to ask you why you were at the airport. Were you dropping someone off?"

"No, I was coming back from a three day spa in Florida"

"You didn't have any luggage"

"They pretty much supply everything and you live in a robe the whole time, or loose yoga outfits, or you're naked" She giggled again " Between the mud baths, the massages, and all that it was tough pulling on these clothes again" Eric shunted aside those mental images as she gestured towards her clothing.

"It's good you got to relax like that"

"Bill made me go" Eric wondered at her tone of voice as they went into the house.

"Hello! I'm home!"

"Well, the lady of the house has returned" came Bill's cool, smooth voice from the next room".

They hung up their coats in the mud room and entered a kitchen that opened into a great room with a dining area and living room. As they came around the corner Sookie jumped ahead of Eric and cried out "I found him at the airport. Can I keep him, pretty please?"

Eric laughed again as he followed her and saw Bill for the first time in over twenty years. His dark brown hair had gone to salt and pepper, there were lines around his dark eyes, and he didn't look as muscular as in his youth, but it was still the same Bill. He was also in a wheelchair which surprised Eric, but he was determined to be as normal about all this as possible.

As Sookie gave him a big hug and a kiss, Bill gave Eric a stunned expression and exclaimed "Well, I'll be damned if it isn't Eric Northman". He gave Sookie a quick kiss and added "You may keep him my darling as long as he's housetrained"

"I've been in your house for ten seconds and you're insulting me already. Thanks Compton" Eric laughed as he stepped forward and they shook hands. Sookie jumped in explaining what had happened at the airport. "So I hope I won't be an imposition. It's no big deal to check into a hotel", Eric added when she'd finished.

"Nonsense, we have plenty of room. It'll be great having you here" Bill said firmly.

"If we can share an upper bunk while drunk, then I guess we'll be alright". Eric smirked.

"Crap, I can't believe you remember that. It's a good thing they didn't have photo cell phones back then". Bill said, covering his face with his hand.

"I wholeheartedly agree with you there". Eric snickered.

"What's this? I don't remember hearing about this"? Sookie raised an eyebrow at both men. "Come on, someone give me the goods on this story!"

Just then, a tall, young man came down the hallway from the bedroom area, carrying an overnight bag. He had an olive complexion, wearing a sweater and jeans, but what caught Eric's attention was his hair. He had the biggest, shiniest, Elvis hair Eric had seen outside Vegas. It was really hard not to stare.

"I'll be going now Mr. Bill. I have a bit of a drive to my mother's house". He said.

"Thanks Bubba, you have a happy holiday" Bill said.

"Welcome back Ms. Sookie, I hope you had a good time at the spa". Bubba added.

"Oh yes, I did. Thanks Bubba and I hope you and your family have a wonderful Christmas".

"Well thank you, thank you very much" He nodded at Eric and with that he was out the door. Elvis had left the building.

There was a couple seconds of silence while Eric digested this.

Eric turned and looked at Bill. "Okay, you know I need an explanation of THAT".

Bill laughed as Sookie went into the kitchen "The first time he came over here for my physical therapy, I told Sookie there was no way in hell I was going to let some guy with an Elvis fixation touch me. He's turned out to be a great therapist, even though he tortures me" He raised his voice a little as he turned towards the kitchen "Did you hear that my supposedly dear wife? He tortures me!"

"Whatever", Sookie replied with absolutely no concern whatsoever.

"Anyway, he's a nice guy, so when Sookie went to the spa, he came to stay with me". Bill suddenly shook his head. "Eric, I'm being a horrible host, please come sit down" Bill wheeled himself into the living room, Eric following. Sookie was whirling around the kitchen opening and closing cabinets, making a tremendous clatter. Removing a bag from the freezer, she put her glasses on to read the back of the package.

"What would you like to drink"? Bill asked, "I have some scotch or would you prefer wine?"

"I'd like some wine with dinner if that's alright. I'll just have a little scotch right now" Eric replied. He watched Bill wheel over to the buffet which doubled as a bar and pour him a glass from the heavy decanter. Eric almost jumped out of his seat a couple times to assist as he watched Bill pour the amber liquid into the glass with shaky hands. When Bill turned around, he settled back and accepted the drink with his thanks.

Eric took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie as he relaxed against the modern leather sectional. He sipped his drink as he looked around the room. The layout was pretty much as expected given the exterior. It had a modern open floor plan with sharp lines and the living room's ceiling vaulted sharply on one side where the Christmas tree stood proudly.

The décor would be referred to as "eclectic" and here's where Sookie's influence was all over the place. While the sectional and chairs had sleek relaxed lines and the entertainment center was exactly what he'd expect from Bill, the soft elements of the room were completely different. Warm colors on the walls, carpeting, and pillows, combined with numerous family pictures on a shelving unit and on the hallway wall kept the room from feeling cold. There were paintings in various styles on the walls, some with a softer Impressionistic influence while others had passionate dramatic compositions.

Not all the furniture was modern. The dining room set, buffet and china cabinet were definitely traditional and fairly old. They stood their ground among their modern counter parts with no apologies.

There was an ugly crazy quilt draped across the furniture Eric was sitting on that looked suspiciously like the one Sookie had on her bed in college. A couple knitted afghan throws over the chairs would probably have sent an interior designer running, but Eric thought it was perfect.

Eric stretched his legs out and took another sip of his drink. Bill had been sitting quietly observing him while he perused the room.

"You have a lovely home Bill. It looks like you and Sookie"

"Thank you, it'll never be Bon Temps of course, but it'll do" Bill said. How's your daughter Pam doing?"

"Oh damn, I forgot to call her. I'm sorry Bill. Could you excuse me for a minute?"

"Of course" he replied.

Eric went down the hallway a bit and called Pam and informed her of what was going on and where he was. She had been watching the weather channel from a friend's house and gave him an update on the conditions up north. It wasn't good.

"I think you may be stuck with me a bit longer than expected" Eric said as he came back into the living room. He told Bill what Pam had said. Bill's expression was much more serious than when he had left the room.

" Sookie just told me about Aude. I'm so sorry". Bill said earnestly. "How are you and Pam doing?"

"We're doing well enough, considering everything. The first few months were just …"Eric didn't know what to say "They were really hard".

Bill nodded. "Aude was an amazing woman. I'm sure everyone who knew her misses her".

"Yes"

"If you need anything, you let us know"

"Thanks Bill, I'll keep that in mind"

"Dinner in five minutes" Sookie announced from the kitchen. They could hear a "ding" then she added "Dinner in three minutes".

Bill and Eric sat down, getting the plates and silverware sorted out. Sookie came around carrying a platter and a covered serving dish and put them on the table. Eric noticed her figure was still curvy as ever and she'd retained her "hourglass" that many women lose in middle age. Her hourglass was a little fuller than it had been when they were younger, but then that was true for most people, he thought ruefully as he patted his no longer flat stomach.

He forgot that as he dug into the food. It was a simple meal of crab cakes, mixed vegetables, corn bread muffins and little red potatoes. When his wife was well, they had eaten pretty healthy. The last couple years of her illness, Eric had been fending for himself and was usually too busy to cook. So dinner typically consisted of stopping at a drive thru, hence the extra weight around his middle.

The conversation was comfortable and relaxed. They talked about the crazy weather, their kids, college tuitions, Bill's company, Eric's cases, and where so and so was now. It was nice to be able to talk about Aude with people who had known her, but had not seen the devastation of her final months. They had happy memories of her and Eric felt himself become more at ease as they laughed about stupid things they did in college. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this way.

Once the dishes were cleared away, they made their way back into the living room to relax, but Sookie begged off.

"I'm tired. It's been a long day, so I think I'll leave you two boys alone and go to bed early".

"Sweetheart, I had the hot tub heated up and ready to go. Are you sure?" Bill asked with a little pout.

"It's very tempting, but right now I think I'd drift under and drown" Sookie laughed. "Good night gentlemen. I'll see you in the morning". She went to Bill and hugged him, murmuring something in his ear that made him smile. Then to Eric's surprise she came over and gave him a hug and kiss goodnight too.

"Be good" She ordered, as she wagged her finger at him.

"Me?" he asked innocently.

"Yeah, YOU" she smiled and drifted down the hallway to the master bedroom.

Bill gave Eric a look, "Come on Eric, I've got whiskey and cigars and a chess board all set up to beat you"

Eric chortled at that "You've gone senile Compton, since you've apparently forgotten I can whip your ass any day in chess"

"Prove it" Bill smirked.

"Isn't it cold out there?"

"It's enclosed, so it's not as bad as you think. And once you get in, you're fine"

"Okay, let's do it"

"In the hall bathroom there are two robes hanging on the back of the door. Could you please get those so we'll have something to wear when we get out?"

Eric went and got the needed items, than they made their way to the back patio door. He shrugged off his modesty, reminding himself he and Bill had shared locker room showers when they were younger. And Sookie was probably asleep already. They undressed and went up the two steps to the tub's edge. A little space heater was blasting away valiantly, but wasn't up to heating the entire patio area. Bill was standing now, but his movements were slow and a little jerky. Eric climbed in first, shivering since he wasn't submerged yet and helped Bill swing his legs around to get in. They settled into the hot, frothy water.

"So, where are these cigars and this whiskey you were talking about?" Eric asked.

Bill pointed to the opposite ledge, where a cigar box, glasses, and a bottle of Jack Daniels Single Barrel perched primly. Since Eric was sitting next to all this he poured the drinks this time and lit his and Bill's cigars.

This was heavenly. The whiskey was a little smoky, and much smoother than regular Jack Daniels. The cigar's slightly spicy scent permeated the tub area. Eric leaned back, shutting his eyes peacefully as the water massaged his body.

"Don't slip under and drown Northman. I won't be rescuing you"

Eric laughed again, choking a little on his drink. He had laughed more in the past three hours than he had in the past three months. Until this moment, he hadn't realized how isolated he'd been feeling since Aude's death. And it wasn't that people weren't kind, they were, just too kind. Their behavior constantly reminding him that he had lost a companion that he thought would be with him for another twenty plus years at least. He always assumed Aude would outlive him. Women were supposed to outlive their husbands and survive the pain of loss.

I'm a coward Eric thought.

"Eric?"

"Mmm?"

"May I ask you a personal question"? Eric opened his eyes and looked at Bill thru the steam and the cigar smoke. Bill's head was cocked to one side with a calculating expression. Eric nodded for him to continue.

"How long has it been since you've been with a woman"?

Well, that was pretty personal.

Eric sat and gaped at Bill for a second. "I don't feel comfortable discussing this subject"

"I understand. Do you want to play chess now?" Bill asked, his expression smoothing out.

This was why Eric had never considered Bill a best friend. There was an inscrutable side to him that made Eric nervous. And he had been a lawyer long enough to know that Bill's question wasn't what Bill really wanted to know. It was a leading question that was going to lead somewhere else. Eric disliked beating around the bush. Aude had been the same way. It was why he had married her and why he refused more clients than he took on.

"What do you really want to know"? Eric asked sternly "I can't imagine why you would want to know something like this, unless you're trying to set me up with someone. Or are you having a mid life crisis and decided that you're gay?" Eric looked around him and wondered if the tub, cigars, and whiskey were some sort of seductive entrapment.

"No, I'm not gay" Bill said with a small smile.

"Then what? Say what you want to say Bill"

Bill's smile got bigger. "I think I've missed you Eric. I always know where I stand with you. And I'm going to answer your question if you promise to hear me out without getting angry"

"Go ahead" Eric took a draw off his cigar.

Bill took a deep breath. "My illness has created an extra burden for Sookie. She would deny it, but it's true. She's had to leave a job she loved doing to help me so I can continue consulting for the software company I founded. She's been very involved with my treatments and the doctor's appointments. I'm sure you know what it's like?"

Eric nodded silently. He had been forced to take a leave of absence the final 8 months of Aude's illness, so he could take care of her and get her to treatments. The cancer took over both their lives.

"The only way I could get her to go to that spa in Florida was by hiring Bubba to come stay with me. She needed the time off and the rest. It was hard. You know how stubborn she can be"

Eric nodded again, this time more vigorously. One of the reasons he and Sookie had broken up was their constant head butting over just about everything. Their temperaments were too much alike, although they had a lot of fun too.

"This disease it affects every part of your life" Bill slowed down, speaking more deliberately "And our sex life is no exception. We still have sex and enjoy each other, but there are activities that we used to do that I am no longer physically able to do safely".

Eric now had a sneaking feeling where this was leading and he didn't like it.

"Some years back we went thru a bad spell and separated for a while. We got back together and with counseling were able to rebuild. We had gotten so distracted with work and Adele that we weren't taking enough time for each other, so we refocused back on our marriage and each other. The counselor suggested making dates, going places together like we were dating and it worked" And here Bill smiled softly, flicking his gaze into the swirling water "It worked very well. We started trying new things inside and outside the bedroom"

Bill looked at Eric carefully trying to read how he was taking all this. Eric had put his courtroom face on and wasn't giving him any tells (as they say in poker). After taking a really deep breath, Bill continued "We like to play games sometimes. Dominate/submissive games that often involve one person being tied down and controlled by the other. And while it's great when Sookie dominates me, I feel very badly that I can't return the favor anymore. It's just too dangerous with my physical limitations. If she gets in trouble or something happens, I may not be able to get her loose in time. And I don't have the control anymore to apply certain stimulations that we both enjoy"

"I don't know what you want me to say to all this. What are you saying exactly"? Eric asked while polishing off his drink. "Are you asking me to have sex with Sookie?"

"Do you want to have sex with my wife"? Bill raised his eyebrows a little.

TBC

A/N So, are you intrigued? The next chapter is done, its just still being beta'd and tweaked.

The more interest there is the faster it'll pop up.