E-POV

I was rushing home from work, hoping I would get there before my maid left for the day. My maid, Sookie, is the most beautiful, smart, funny creature on the planet. I, however, have to take what I can get from her because she has a boyfriend. I have never met him and she has only mentioned him a few times in passing, but I am sure I would hate his face instantly. I am in love with a woman who won't even call me by my first name. I have tried to get her to call me Eric, but she always refuses insisting on calling me Mr. Northman. Now, don't get me wrong, sometimes when she calls me that she will have an edge to her voice that instantly gives me a need for a long shower the moment she leaves my house for the evening.

I wear a wedding ring at work, because I find people are more willing to have me be their lawyer if I look trustworthy, and nothing screams "I'm a good man!" like a loyal, devoted husband. I may have taken a picture of Sookie, in my kitchen, without her knowledge… and I may have it framed on my desk… and I may say she is my wife if some asks who she is. I may do all that; it is still up for speculation.

I was flooring my Corvette, to try to get home before six, but it seemed like the harder I tried to get there the more shit popped into my way! I was just pulling onto my block, after spending the last ten miles behind a little old lady doing five under. I pulled my car into the drive way and walked up to my door. Sookie doesn't have a car anymore and rides the bus to work, much to my distaste. I offered to get her a car and call it a 'company car' since I didn't like her having to use the bus to run my errands, but she said she didn't need that and she can "Get a new car her own self." I think it is cute when she says things like that.

I walked into the house tossing my suit jacket, brief case and keys into the chair in the front room before trying to casually stroll through the house looking for Sookie. I looked upstairs… nothing. Living room and den were empty. The kitchen smelled amazing, but then I saw it, the note.

Mr. Northman,

Sorry you had to work late. I made you chicken fried steak for dinner, it's in the oven. If it got cold pop it in the microwave for a few seconds, to warm it back up. The dry cleaners ripped another one of your shirts. I hope you don't mind but I decided to no longer have you patronize them. I switched you to Monterey Cleaners on sixth. That's where I take my stuff, I also pouted about the other place and they gave me a discount on your stuff *go me!*. I bought you new sheets, they are flannel and sooooo soft, you're going to love them, trust me. Also, the landscaper was staring at me and making me feel really creeped out, so I was wondering if you would ever think about getting blinds for the downstairs picture windows? They would save you money on you heating and cooling as well as keep your weird, yet still efficient gardeners at bay.

Sorry we missed each other; I'll see you in the morning.

- Sookie

I read her note over and over taking in what she had said. She always dotted the 'i" in her name with a little heart. I wondered if she did that only for me or that was just how she wrote her name. I brought myself out of my Sookie thoughts and addressed all of the points in the note. First order of business, dinner. It was delicious. While I was eating I called and fired my landscapers. I don't want any fucking perverts looking at MY Sookie. I also ordered blinds to be fitted for the windows. I was glad she switched cleaners; I was getting really tired of having my shit ripped up every week.

After I ate, I put my plate in the sink before going upstairs to inspect my new sheets. They did feel soft on my hands, but there is only one real way to test sheets. I stripped naked and rolled around in them a little. I laid my head on my pillow and thought for a moment that I caught a hint of Sookie's scent. Then I remembered that she had never been in my bed and it was probably just from her making it earlier. I let out a deep sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

What was I doing? I pine for a girl: who is in a relationship, who's an employee of mine and just genuinely uninterested in me. I mean shit! She won't even call me by my first name. I growled and slammed my fists on the bed in frustration. I could have any woman on the planet accept her, and yet she's all I want. Even my sister likes her, and my sister hates everyone. I'm pretty sure she would have killed me years ago, if we didn't have a blood tie.

I decided, even though it was very early, I want to go to bed. Sookie usually haunted my dreams. At least she was mine while I was asleep. I grabbed my spare pillow and clutched it to my body, wishing it was Sookie letting my mind wander to meaningless things until my slumber took me into my nirvana like dream land.

"Hey baby!" Sookie squealed, as she ran to greet me, when I got home from work.

"Hello lover, you look divine." And she did, she was wearing one of my old, worn out concert T's with a pair of short shorts that barely peeked out the bottom of the shirts hem.

Blushing she said, "Oh hush Eric, I barely even got dressed today."

Smirking down at her I said, "Why do you even bother? You know I prefer you completely naked." She let out a girly giggle and fiddled with her shirt… my shirt, before changing the subject.

"Dinner's ready. I made sushi. Thank you for the class, I really enjoyed it."

I smiled at her saying, "I knew you would. Who do you love the most?"

Pulling me down into a soft kiss before whispering, "I love you the most. Now go wash your hands, change out of your suit, and I'll set it up." I kissed her softly once again before going and doing as I was told. I washed my hands after I took off my suit and slipped on a pair of 'Tron' pajama pants, Sookie bought me for Christmas. It was a warm night and I knew Sookie would want to eat outside so I decided not to even bother with a shirt. I wanted to have sex with my wife later and the fewer clothes between us the better. I walked downstairs and out the sliding back door, only to be greeted with the single most erotic sight I have ever seen. Sookie was laid out on our patio table completely naked, covered in sushi.

Noticing me she asked, "Baby, are you hungry?" Her innocent tone was not reflected in her lustful eyes.

"Starving." I said in reply. I walked over to her and took a piece off of her pert nipple placing it in my mouth savoring it, then savoring the part it had previously been obscuring. I continued to alternate between feeding my love, and myself savoring each part of her body as I uncovered it, leaving the best part for last. I took the last piece that was placed over her mound in my mouth, leaning over her body putting it into her mouth. She was moaning as she chewed and I climbed onto the table and spread her legs. I was welcomed to the sight of her glistening folds, seeping her arousal. I spread her lips with my thumbs and proceeded to lick her from bow to stern.

She was quivering and moaned, "Oh God Eric, more."

I smiled against her blowing my hot breath on her and said, "As you wish, my love." I continued my oral assault until she was positively writhing. Then I plunged two fingers into her tight, wet channel causing her to cry out my name and start to buck off the table. I placed my right hand on her lower stomach to hold her in place while continuing to plunge in and out of her, fucking her with my hand while she cried out my name. I bent back to her taking her clit in my mouth, alternating between swirling it with my tongue and sucking lightly. I felt her inner walls start to flutter and her breathing had picked up speed. I knew she was close so I curled my fingers looking for that soft spongy place that she just loves when I stroke and I sucked a little harder on her clit. This action sent her flying over the edge. She was screaming my name and the names of any god she could think of. I puffed a little with pride knowing that I was the one to give her such pleasure.

I climbed up her body, laying a trail of hot wet kisses all the way up. We laid there, languidly kissing for a moment. I knew that she could taste herself on me and that only served to make the whole experience all the more erotic. She broke our kiss then ran her hand down my chest and into my pajama pants. She wrapped her hot little hand around my cock, pumping a few times before she lifted her legs to my hips and pushed the pants down with her feet. She tightened her hold causing me to gasp as she ran her thumb over the drop of moisture that had pooled at the tip.

She pulled me closer to her while whispering into my ear before licking and sucking at my neck, "I need you inside of me right now." Who was I to deny the lady? I positioned myself at her entrance and thrust in. She was tight, wet, and hot. The feeling of being inside of her never got old to me. I took my time slowly thrusting in and out of her, slowly driving her mad. She was whimpering with need when she finally said, "Please Eric, harder. Fuck me please!" I sat back on my heels pulling her body with mine never removing myself from her tight, wet heat. Grabbing her hips I trust into her hard. I was holding her so tight I thought she might have bruises on her hips in the morning. I drove into her over and over again, making her scream in pleasure. Her head was falling from side to side, and I could tell she was getting close.

Wanting to look into her eyes when she came I told her, in a lustful voice, "Look at me Lover; I want to watch you as you come." Her head snapped up and I was staring into her crystal clear cerulean orbs. She was panting and moaning, while her walls started to clamp down on me like a vice grip. She was beautiful as she came, her own orgasm pulling me right with her. I emptied deep inside of her and collapsed on top of her holding most of my weight with my arms so I didn't crush her tiny frame. The French had it right when they called an orgasm "the little death", because that's exactly what I felt. I leaned over to kiss her and telling her, "I love you Sookie." She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a horrific beeping noise. I knew I was waking up. I tried so hard to hold onto the dream, but it was no use, I was awake.

I looked over at the clock and saw the time six-thirty am. I had gone to bed extremely early, but still didn't feel rested. That must be what having really hot sex dreams all night will do to you. I was painfully hard and I had to take matters "into my own hands" before Sookie arrived at seven. My shower was sad and lonely. Unfortunately the only time Sookie has ever been in here is if she is cleaning it. I got out and dried off, before selecting a gray three piece suit for work. It's Sookie's favorite, she says it makes me look dapper.

I heard her come in so I decided to finish up and go down stairs. I didn't have to leave for an hour so I would get to spend some time with her. I found her in the kitchen. She looked so pale and tired. I walked up to her.

In a breathy tired tone she greeted me, "Good morning, Mr. Northman." I looked at her curiously, something was very wrong with her. I could see sweat beading at her brow and her hands were shaking slightly. I wanted to place my hand on her forehead to check her temperature, but I refrained. Touching was not okay for our relationship… mostly because I was pretty sure I would never be able to stop.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked.

She pasted on a fake smile saying, "Of course, I just had a late night." I set my jaw and gritted my teeth at the thought of her having a "late night" with her boyfriend. I wanted her so bad I could taste it, but like the fool that I am, I'm a glutton for punishment while I continue to make every effort to be around her as much as humanly possible. However, today, I had to get away from her before my jealousy reared its ugly head. She wasn't mine; I had no right to feel jealous.

"I have to go into work early." Her eyes flickered to something I would akin to disappointment, but I quickly let that go

"Okay, I'll see you later." She said as she walked into the pantry. I sighed walking out the door. I had nowhere to be for well over an hour, so I decided to just go to my office early to not make myself a total liar. I tried to work all day, but the fact that it was Friday combined with my earlier agitation about Sookie being with her boyfriend all night were taking a toll on my productivity. Around three I decided to give up on work and leave early. I didn't want to go home yet so I went and saw a movie. It was good and helped me keep my mind off of Sookie, even only for two hours. It was still too early to go home so I went into the mall and did some shopping.

I bought my sister some shoes and had a snow globe engraved for my Mom and 'Things Remembered' I think it is stupid, but she loves this crap and I figure if I placate her with silly gifts she won't bug me about finding someone to settle down with for about a week or so. Truth is I found the person I want to settle down with… she just doesn't want to settle down with me. It was finally time to go home. Sookie will have been gone by the time I get back. It's just better that I don't see her anymore today; I need time to get myself under control before Monday.

I pulled into my driveway before tip toeing into the house. I was cautious just in case she had stayed late. She didn't usually, but it had been known to happen if she had a load of laundry she was waiting for or my dinner took longer than usual to cook. I looked at the counter and saw my note. I opened it and read the short message.

Mr. Northman

I'm sorry I missed you; your dinner is in the oven. It's a roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans with bacon, corn bread and gravy. I also made you meatballs for a sandwich tomorrow and left them in the fridge. The bread you will want for that is on the counter.

- Sookie

I sighed taking the plate out. I sat at my dinner table eating alone… again. I needed to get over Sookie. I need to start dating. Pam has been saying this for years. Pretty much as soon as she recognized my preoccupation with Sookie four years ago, she has been trying to get me to move on to someone else. At first, her issue was that Sookie was a maid and "below" me. Then, she spent some time with Sookie and has decided I wasn't good enough for her. Pam has been trying to set me up with girls all these years. None of them were intelligent, beautiful, sweet, and caring like Sookie. Some of them just had piss poor manners in general. Pam said I needed to settle for good, because I was never going to capture the unicorn which is Sookie. I have to say… I agree. Starting tomorrow I will go out and look for my "good enough".

I went upstairs changing into some jeans and a t-shirt Pam bought me that I suspect was from the baby gap before scuffling around my house for the next hour looking for something to do. I, however, found out just how efficient Sookie is, because not even the air filter needed to be replaced. I sighed again. Then I sat in front of my computer shopping on the internet. I bought some T-shirts that were men sized and a pair of sketchers shape up's just to try, Pam said it is like walking on tennis balls, so I was naturally curious. I was just about to spend my Friday night watching the third season of Dr. Who when my cell phone rang. It was my personal cell and only a handful of people had this number, so I knew no matter how sorry I was feeling for myself that I needed to answer.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello, may I please speak to Mr. Eric Northman?" An elderly voice said through the phone. I was startled. How did this person get this number? Only Sookie, Pam, Stan and my parents had this number.

"This is he." I replied in a neutral tone. She however perked right up and her southern drawl reminded me of Sookie.

"Well, hello sir. I'm Adele Stackhouse and I'm calling for my granddaughter Sookie." Ah, well mystery solved. She got this number from Sookie, but why would she be calling me? I decided to slip into my warm friendly voice on the off chance that I ever meet Sookie's Gran in person. I want her to like me. I know from listening to Sookie talk about her that she is very important to her.

"What can I do for you tonight Ma'am?"

She giggled just like Sookie does and said, "Oh you may call me Adele or Gran, everybody does."

I smiled deciding that I would take the most familiar road with her and said, "Well then Gran, how may I be of service to you?"

Her voice dropped a little and she said, "Well Sookie will not be able to come to work on Monday and most likely for the rest of next week."

I shot up off of the couch and in a strained voice said, "What's wrong? Is she hurt? Is she sick? How is she? Where is she? She seemed ill this morning; I knew something was wrong. I shouldn't have left her without knowing more…"

Gran cut me off and soothingly said, "Oh Mr. Northman calm down."

"Eric." I corrected.

"Okay Eric, Sookie's appendix burst and she needed to have surgery. She is in recovery right now. I live in a nursing home, in Shreveport, so I'm getting all of her updates by phone. I called her sister, Amelia who lives in Washington, leaving her a message. I hope she will be able to fly out here and help Sookie after she gets out of the hospital for a few days, but she just had a baby, so I may need to set up a nurse. But don't worry I have been assured that she will be fine." I was clenching my fists in frustration. I could tell she was sick this morning. I should have pressed for details. Then something hit me.

"She's in the hospital all alone?" It was a question, but I already knew the answer.

"Well, yes. We don't have much family round here. Amelia moved away last year so it left Sookie in a bit of a pickle after she had to put me in a home when I had my stroke."

Without hesitating I grabbed my keys and wallet while saying, "I will go be with her. She can stay with me. Why isn't her boyfriend there? Which hospital is she at?" I was already in my car.

"She's at Shreveport General. She doesn't have a boyfriend, and the last one she had she broke up with two years ago when he cheated on her with the slattern that lived next door to her. Oh and if you tell her I told you that I will wear your balls on a tiara. I am a terrible gossip and I know it." I tried to rack my brain to think of the last time Sookie mentioned her boyfriend and I realized I couldn't remember! It had been that long.

"Really two years?" I was pulling out of my neighborhood, absolutely baffled. She has been single for two years and I never knew. I guess now I can feel out if she is interested in me.

I was making all kinds of 'seduce the housekeeper' plans when Gran said, "Are you in love with Sookie?" I made some sputtering noises before she took a firm tone and said, "Young man I have raised three children and four grandchildren, don't you even think of lying to me!"

I sighed again… I was doing that a lot when it came to matters of Sookie and said, "I imagine that what I feel for her is something akin to love, or at least very close to it."

I could practically feel the smile in her voice when she said, "Oh when are you going to tell her? This is just like a movie."

I cleared my throat and said, "I have no intention of telling her. She has never shown the slightest interest in me. She won't even call me by my first name. I decided a long time ago that I would rather have a small part of her than none at all."

Gran clicked her tongue before saying, "You are an idiot."

"What?" I asked in an exasperated tone.

"You heard me! You're an idiot! You're just going to sit back and pine for her until she gets over you and moves on!"

I pulled into the hospital parking lot and asked, "Wait, what do you mean "gets over me"?" I was really confused.

"I already said too much. I really need to learn not to gossip. Take good care of my baby and come see me soon. Bye now!" She hung up on me before I could say another thing. I decided to tuck away what she said for later when I had more time to think about it. Right now I needed to find Sookie and see for myself that she's okay.

I approached the front desk and said to the nurse there, "I'm looking for Sookie Stackhouse. She just had her appendix taken out."

She looked something up on her computer and asked, "What is your relation to her?"

Without hesitating I said, "I'm her husband." I was glad I had forgotten to take off my work wedding band. It made the story more believable. She nodded and gave me her room number with directions to her room. I got in the elevator riding it up to her floor. I stopped at the nurses' station to check in like I was told to do.

I was greeted by a very chipper nurse named Claudine. "I'll walk you down there now." I nodded and asked questions about her condition on the way there. Everything seemed to check out, but right as we got to her door she grabbed my arm and said. "I know you're not her husband. First off your name matches that of her employer so I assume you're her boss." I nodded reluctantly she continued, "I can tell that you care very deeply for her, so I'll let you know this. She is very high on pain killers right now and will most likely not remember this so if you want to find out how she honestly feels about you, now is the time."

I looked at her stunned then pulled her into an awkward hug and said, "Thank you," before I walked into Sookie's room. She looked like shit. She was still perfect in my eyes, but you could tell she was ill.

"Hey Eric!" She squealed from her bed. I'm pretty sure that is the first time she has ever called me by my first name. It felt great.

"Hi Sookie, how are you feeling?" I took her hand and stood by the side of her bed.

"I'm better now; I knew you would come to me. Amelia said I needed to move on, but I told her some day you would see me and want me."

I smiled down at her pushing a little hair away from her face and said, "I have always wanted you."

She let out a little 'weeeee' sound and said, "I fantasize about you all the time. Do you want to hear my favorite?" I sure as shit did want to hear her favorite.

"Yes please."

She looked very serious and said, "Okay this how it starts. You come downstairs. I'm wearing nothing except an apron and seven inch platform bordello heels in glittery pink. I'm making your dinner and you say.

'What is this Sookie?'

"I look at the shirt that you're holding up and it's wrinkled and I say.

'I'm sorry I must have forgotten to iron it.'

"You look mad, but it's only pretend mad." She released me from holding her hand and ran it down to stroke me through my jeans. I know I should have stopped her, but it felt too good. She continued when she found her rhythm. "I walk around to you and say.

"I'm sorry I was such a bad girl.' And then you say.

"Bad girls need to be punished. Come over here.'

"You point to the spot between you and the kitchen counter. I walk over and you turn me around placing my hands on the counter before you bend me over. My ass is bare to you. You start to rub your hand over it and you give me a quick swat. You do this a few more times before you bend over running your fingers along my dripping wet slit and say into my ear.

'You have been such a bad girl Sookie. What will I do with you?' Then I say.

'You should fuck me to remind me who's in charge.'

"My heels bring my dripping, wet pussy right up to your height. You slip two fingers into me checking my readiness only to find me dripping and completely ready for you. You shove your pants down and plunge into me, pounding me for all I'm worth. You reach forward pulling me back to you by my hair and continue to fuck me while you alternate between pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit. You can feel that I'm about to come so you rub tight firm circles on my clit and growl in my ear.

'Who is in charge Sookie?'

"I scream out as I climax. 'You're the boss Eric. You're the boss!' You empty yourself deep inside of me and continue to rub my clit throughout our climaxes. Then you pull out and bring your pants up before you sit at the counter watching me finish dinner with your cum running down my legs." I was standing there panting with her still rubbing me through my jeans. That was the most detailed sexual fantasy I have ever heard. I have every intention of making it come true for her. I did, however, need to get her to stop stroking my with her hot little hand before I came right there in my pants.

"Sookie, stop." I said, my voice not sounding as strong as I would like it too.

"Why?" She asked, increasing her speed just a little.

"Sookie, if you don't stop right now, I'm going to cum in my pants and I want to be inside of you when I cum." She giggled and mercifully removed her hand. I flopped into the chair right next to her bed taking a few deep breaths to get myself together. By the time I looked back over at her she was fast asleep and looking like an angel. I scooted my chair closer to her. Taking her hand in mine I rested my cheek on our hands, intending to only close my eyes for a moment. It seems her presence soothes me a little too much.

I was awoken the next morning when Sookie suddenly jerked her hand away from me. I sat up confused and flustered, before I remembered why I was here and who I was with. I looked into Sookie's eyes and she looked confused.

The first thing she said was, "Hello Mr. Northman."

"Eric." I corrected, but she stayed silent. "How do you feel?" I asked.

"I'm fine. Why are you here?" Her voice had a quivering edge like she might cry.

"Your Gran called me last night to tell me you wouldn't be into work. When I found you were going to be here all alone I came to be with you."

She shook her head and said, "No I figured out who called you, I want to know why you came."

I looked down. I started to toy with the edge of the sheet on the bed and I said in a quiet, yet still confident tone, "Because I care about you."

"You could have called." She challenged.

"I wanted to see you were alright with my own eyes."

"Why?" She asked again.

I let out an exsaperated sigh and said, "Because I care about you." I took great time enunciating every word so that she knew exactly what I meant.

"Eric…"

I smiled smugly at her while saying in a satisfied tone, "See, I knew you could use my first name."

She snorted and said, "I didn't want to get that personal with you."

I frowned. "Why not? I would like to get personal with you."

She began to wring her hands together and whispers, "Because… never mind. I guess we can be friends."

I deflate a little and breathed out, "Just friends…" I suppose a friend was a massive improvement to where I was at, which was employee/ employer. I tried to cover the disappointment I was feeling with a smile as I looked up at her.

She looked almost as let down as I did and asked, "Did you want to be more than friends?" I was about to scream 'hell yes' when the doctor walked in with a very pleased looking Claudine.

"How do you feel today Miss. Stackhouse?" The doctor asked.

"Oh you know, as well as someone will after they just had an organ removed."

The doctor smiled and wrote on his little chart before asking, "Are you ready to go home?"

She hesitated for a moment, but said, "Yes, I'm ready. I need to call a cab to get me back to my apartment."

The doctor looked at me suspiciously and said, "My dear you cannot be home alone right now. You will need to find someone to stay with or to come stay with you." Claudine was bursting with excitement, nodding at me.

I looked over at Sookie and said, "She will be staying with me; her Gran already told me the business." I added the last part as an afterthought; I figured she was less likely to fight it if it was a direct order from her Gran. I was partially right about that.

"That will be fine." She said to the doctor; however her eyes told me that we would be discussing this as soon as they were gone.

"Okay then, I'm just going to write up your discharge papers. Claudine will be back in a few to get you sent on your way. Feel better Miss Stackhouse." I shook his hand before he left and Claudine winked at me on her way out. I was going to make my move before something else interrupted us or Sookie changes her mind.

Her eyes were back on me the moment the door shut and I spilled out, "I want more, lots more than just friends." Sookie's mouth dropped and she was gapping at me. I was getting nervous that I had misinterpreted her and I have just made a fool of myself. "Sookie?" I said, trying to get her attention.

"You want to… date me?" she sputtered out, with a look of pure disbelief on her face.

"That would be a good start." I said with a smirk.

"When did you start to feel this way?"

I leaned back in the chair and pretended to look thoughtful for a moment before saying, "Five years ago in your interview, it's kind of why I hired you, but then I found out you had a boyfriend so I backed off because I'm not a home wrecker. My dad cheated on my mom so that's not something I would ever do or knowingly participate in."

She was gapping and said, "Wow, that long really?" I nodded and she said. "I broke up with Bill almost three years ago now."

I gave her a genuine smile lifting my hand up in a jazz hands fashion and said, "Yay for me!" She laughed, but quickly grabbed her stomach in discomfort. I shot up out of my chair and rushed to her saying, "Gosh Sookie, I'm sorry."

She looked up at me and said, "Eric. What did my Gran say to you to make you decide to tell me how you feel?" She crossed her little arms over her body and steeled her face. She looked like a snippy kitty.

"She just gave me the details about your illness, before calling me a liar. Then she began bullying me into telling her my feelings for you. I have to go visit her soon… I don't want to see what happens if you don't do something she tells you to do."

Sookie laughed and said, "Oh no you don't. What made you decide to tell me then?" I took in a deep breath and decided to tell her about last night. No need to start a relationship with secrets.

"Well, when I came last night I got your room number under the pretense of being your husband." I gauged her reaction, but she seemed unfazed so I continued. "But when Claudine checked me in I guess she figured out pretty quick that it was a lie. She did, however, figure that you meant a lot to me. She let me know that you were pretty drugged and would most likely not remember if we had a conversation, but you would be more likely to be more open about your feelings towards me."

She froze stock still, with her eyes plastered wide and whispered, "Did I try to give you a hand job through your pants while I described some very explicit sex regarding the two of us?"

I smiled and said, "Yes, it was fucking hot."

She put her face in her hands and groaned, "I thought that was a dream."

I chuckled and said, "Nope, it was real."

She snapped up and hissed, "Oh my God, don't rub it in."

I laughed and purred, "I would love to rub it in." She made a little 'pfft' noise and rolled her eyes at me. "I would love to make your fantasies a reality."

She made a little choked sound and squeaked, "Stop it, not here!"

I took a serious face and said, "Of course not. You were very descriptive; we would need to be in the kitchen."

She rolled her eyes and smiled before saying, "When are you taking me out on a proper date, I am not a slattern."

I laughed at her very dated wording and said, "As soon as you recover my Queen."

She smiled, but soon her face faded and she asked, "Am I really staying with you?"

I nodded and said, "Yes Ma'am. I will nurse you back to health."

She started to bite her lip and she finally said, "I need to get a different job; I'll feel like whore if you keep paying me."

I was taken back. I put on a stern face and said, "No you won't. You already do all of the work and spend my money like a wife or live in girlfriend. Now you will get to enjoy the other perks. Plus honestly, do you want other people cleaning my house, cooking my food, or folding my underwear?" She looked angry and I could read the jealousy all over her face.

She squinted her eyes and said, "No, I don't want other people doing those things for you… your mess is mine to clean up."

I smiled and said, "See, I was right. Also the thought of you cleaning another man's house, cooking his meals, and baking him cookies makes my blood boil. I would get very cranky if another man ate your cookies."

She laughed and said, "Okay, my cookies are only for you now."

I stood up, leaning over her, placing a soft kiss on her lips and whispered, "Damn straight your cookies are mine." She giggled and pulled me down for another kiss. I braced my arms on either side of her, so none of my weight rested on her.

We did that for a few moments before Claudine walked in and said, "Oh I knew you two would work it out! Gosh, my job is very gloomy so things like this make me very happy." She clapped and smiled so wide I could see her wisdom teeth.

"I don't know if this would have happened if you had of kicked him out on his ass like you should have." Sookie said smiling at me and lacing her fingers with my own.

"Oh well, just call me your fairy godmother. Sign here and follow up with your doctor in five days." We laughed and got everything for Sookie set up. She didn't have health insurance and was going to pitch a fit when I paid her bill, but I was able to remind her as her employer and newly acquired lover, that it was my job to have these things taken care of. She seemed to soften to that, but she also just seemed tired, so I might hear about this later on. I would be getting Sookie a health insurance policy first thing Monday. She was wheeled outside and I left her with Claudine while I went to get my car. I pulled it up to the curb and helped Sookie get in. It was tricky because it is so low to the ground, but I made it work.

We pulled up to the house. I got her out and carried her in, much to her chagrin bringing her upstairs. I placed her in my bed and her eyes shot up to mine while she said, "You want me to be in your bed and not a guest room?"

I looked at her confused asking, "Why would I want you in guest room? How would I snuggle you all the way over there?" She blushed and shook her head. I went to my dresser pulling out a worn concert tee and started to help her undress. She balked a little and I just said, "Sookie you tried to rub me off last night in the hospital, I think me changing your clothes is not going to hurt your reputation as a lady." She huffed and lifted her arms. My God she had a great rack. My hands were aching to touch them, but Sookie had been very particular about us needing to go on a proper date, before we do anymore touching. I should have let her finish me off last night and just changed my pants. Once she was settled, I changed into some fresh boxers and nothing else. I heard her gasp behind me. I had no intentions of covering up for her. She was finally mine and I wanted her to enjoy the view.

I slid into bed next to her making her jump and wince before she said, "What are you doing?"

"Snuggling." I answered before I twined my fingers with hers and spooned next to her.

"You like to snuggle?"

"I love to snuggle." I replied.

She sighed before relaxing into me and said, "Not many guys like to snuggle."

"I'm not your ordinary, everyday guy. Now shush, I'm napping and so should you." She giggled and drifted off to sleep in my arms. For the first time in years, I would feel truly rested when I woke up.

I took the week off of work to spend it with Sookie. She pouted at first saying she was fine, but one foot rub in and she was sold. I went to her apartment and got some of her things for the week. I brought all of her clothes under the guise that I didn't know what she needed. I really did it in hopes that she would never leave. She looked suspicious but, I think in the end, she bought it. I tried to cook for her once, but quickly gave up and ordered us food. I did that for all of our meals, because Sookie banned me from "her" kitchen after I burned one of my… I'm sorry, her pans.

I did our laundry, under her watchful eye of course and I had to ask her how to turn on the vacuum. I hadn't realized how dependent on her I had become until now. We talked a lot and really got to know one another. I found I liked her even more than I thought. The day after Sookie's doctor check-up, I brought Gran over to my house and we had lunch. Sookie made her Gran's fired chicken spread. It is my personal favorite meal. I was really excited to have people to eat with and I said as much.

Then Sookie asked, "Doesn't your sister eat with you when she visits?"

I shook my head. "No she only drinks the blood of babies."

Gran burst out laughing. Sookie shrugged and said without missing a beat, "I feel silly for leaving her a plate all these years." That sent Gran off again and we all joined her. I really enjoyed having Gran over. We agreed to make it a weekly thing. On Monday I had to go back to work. Sookie made me breakfast and kissed me goodbye. It felt so natural for that to happen. I slipped on my ring on the way to the office feeling like less of a liar. I planned our date on my lunch hour and couldn't wait to take her out properly. She was cleared for gentle sex, but all we have done this past week is kissing with a little boob rubbing. She is very set on me not thinking of her as a harlot for having sex before our first date. I called Sookie and told her not to worry about dinner, but to get fancied up because I was taking her out.

I finished up my work and was out the door at five. My secretary tried to talk to me, but I ignored her as I took the stairs to avoid any more conversations than necessary. I stopped to get her some flowers on my way home, taking a moment to fill out the card in a way that I knew would make her laugh. I pulled up to the house at ten to six. I opened the door and set my things down before going upstairs to greet my woman. Have I mentioned how nice it is not to be a male spinster? I found Sookie finishing her makeup in the bathroom.

"Hey baby!" She said as she came over to give me a soft kiss, careful not to smear her lipstick on me.

"I got these for you." I said as I handed her the bouquet of wild flowers.

"Oh thank you. I'm going to put these in some water and then put on my shoes. After that I'll be ready to go." I smiled and decided to leave my suit jacket at home. The vest was plenty fancy for where we're going. It comes highly recommended by my sister, who is very excited at the prospect of Sookie becoming a permanent fixture in our family. She has been trying to get me to go ring shopping with her. Not that I have any doubts that I could marry Sookie and be happy, it's just way too early to talk about that. That's more like third date talk.

She came downstairs in a tight little black dress with red lacy stuff under the flouncy skirt. Her hair was pinned up on one side with a red glittery flower and she was wearing just a touch of make-up. Her shoes were red patent peep toe, fuck me heels. She looked stunning. I found myself excited about the prospect of getting to show her off at the Christmas party my office throws every year.

Reaching for her arm I asked, "All set now?"

Looking me up and down she said, "Yes, very…" I led her out to the car to help her in before going around to my side and driving us to the restaurant. I pulled up to the valet station and handed them my keys before I escorted Sookie by the arm inside. We got our table quickly and we sat quietly looking at our menus. I didn't see anything that I immediately recognized as food on here so I decided to take a look at what the people around us were eating. It was all very small and looked… foamy. I looked up at Sookie who had closed her menu and was looking at me with her hands folded in front of her.

She asked, "Who recommended this place?"

"Pam. She said it was 'bitchin'."

Sookie nodded narrowing her eyes asking, "Do you want to go get a burger or something?" I tossed some bills on the table for the trouble and grabbed Sookie's hand before I could say 'hell yes'. We were out the door and back in the car as soon as we could. We were both laughing as I drove us to the nearest A&W.

Sookie wiped her eyes of laughter induced tears exclaiming, "Oh my gosh, it didn't even look like food!"

I nodded and said, "Yeah, it was all so… foamy."

She snorted and said, "I saw something that looked like dog drool." We laughed again. We pulled into the drive-in about fifteen minutes later and we were both looking at the menu. Sookie looked thoughtful and was bouncing her leg, shaking the whole car.

I rested my hand on her leg and said, "You okay?"

She continued to squint at the little board and asked, "Yeah, but If I get tot's will you eat some? I want them, but I really don't think I will be able to eat them all or even most of them."

I smiled at her saying, "I will eat your tater tots any day." She blushed, catching onto my innuendo. I gave her a goofy smile giving myself a mental high five when she denied me.

She laughed saying, "You are so cute when you're being nerdy." I ordered our food to go and took us to the lake by my house to eat. We sat on a blanket from my trunk just off of the water's edge in comfortable silence. Just as she had suspected she only ate two tots. I however had no problem finishing them off for her.

We decided to just lay down and look at the stars for a while after dinner. Sookie cuddled into me perching her head on my chest while I wrapped my arms around her tiny body.

She sighed, rubbing her face on me before looking up into my eyes and saying, "This has been a really good date."

I chuckled softly. "Dear gods don't tell Pam how much we enjoyed it or she will give me the junk punch of a lifetime." She laughed and moved to straddle me. I was taken by surprise. After all of her chatter about being a lady I didn't expect anything to happen tonight, and here was Sookie sitting on top of me unbuttoning the top of her dress in the sultriest way. I reached up, ripping it the rest of the way, sending the last few buttons flying. She wasn't wearing a bra; there simply hadn't been room inside the dress. I gently palmed her large firm breasts and rolled her dusty pink nipples with my fingers.

She moaned and ground into me causing me to hiss, "Fuck Sookie, I didn't think you would do this after all the lady talk."

She smacked my chest and said, "Listen mister this is our third date."

I raised an eyebrow asking, "Haven't you ever heard of being a lady on the streets but a freak in the sheets? You tried to jerk me off in a hospital for god's sake!"

She ground into me and said, "You agree with me that this is out third date or you aren't getting any of this." She leaned back, pushing her panties down and stroking herself while she was perched on top of me. I may have squeaked in a very non-manly way. She asked, "Do you want this Eric?"

I nodded and said, "Yes ma'am."

She wiggled her boobs at me climbing off of me before giving me instructions. "Take all your clothes off and lay down." I smiled and started to unbutton my shirt.

"I like Bossy Sookie." I declared as I removed my pants.

"Well, good. I like to be bossy, now lay down. I'm going to have my way with you."

I mock gasped as I complied and said in feigned horror, "Sookie Stackhouse you trollop."

She laughed licking me from the top of my chest all the way down to my painfully hard, throbbing member before saying, "Only for you." I let out a loud groan. It was true, she was mine. I didn't need to fantasize about her anymore, because now I have her. I had no intention of ever letting her go now that I caught her. She was my unicorn. She took me in her mouth, taking my length in and out a few times before she released me with and exaggerated 'pop'. I flipped her over so she was under me.

I ran my hands up and down her body saying, "I can't believe you're finally mine."

"All yours." She said breathily, bringing my face to hers for a heated kiss. Never breaking the kiss I trailed my hand between us, down her body and into her folds. I teasingly stroked her until she was panting my name.

"What do you want Sookie?" She just made little 'mmmm' noises, but I wanted to hear it from her lips. "Tell me or you get nothing."

I started to pull my hand back. She grabbed my wrist making my chuckle before she said, "I want you to make me cum with your hand, I want you to fuck me with your fingers and rub my clit until I explode around you. And that's just the start, I want you to lick me and suck on me until I cum on your face and taste myself when we kiss." She started to stroke me and continued. "Then I want you to shove your big, hard dick into me pounding me until I scream your name and I pull your orgasm right out of you making you empty deep inside of my hot, wet core that is just for you."

I swallowed hard nipping at her ear and whispered to her as I let two fingers slip into her, "I knew you were a freak in the sheets." She moaned my name as I began to pump my fingers rhythmically in and out of her. I moved my thumb to rub her clit while she rode my hand. I rubbed and stroked until she was writhing under me. A light sheen of sweat was starting to prickle her firm, tight, creamy skin.

"More please Eric!" She screamed into the balmy night air.

I leaned over her taking one of her nipples into my mouth while palming the other one and said, "Come all over my hand lover. Come for me like the dirty little girl that you are." She was full on humping my hand now. Her juices were leaking down my hand and arm all the way to my elbow. Her walls started to clamp down on me. I quickly shot my mouth down to her core as she started to climax and licked up everything she had to offer. The sharp suckles on her clit sent her barreling into another climax screaming my name as she was fisting her tiny little hands in my hair.

I took my soaked hand out of her after she had ridden out her climax and I drew it across her body, creating a wet trail of her own juices. I pulled each of my fingers into my mouth, licking them clean, making exaggerated and appreciative noises. I then licked the trail I made up her body until I landed on her mouth and kissed her hard and rough.

She grabbed my cock and growled, "Get inside of me right now Eric Northman!" I placed myself at her entrance and rubbed my tip teasingly over her folds.

Smugly I said, "You are my dirty little maid."

She moaned and whined, "I'm not a maid, I'm a domestic assistant."

I pushed the tip in making her vibrate with pleasure and said, "Then you are my dirty little domestic assistant." With that I shoved all the way in making her howl. I pounded into her and I was overcome with an animalistic like need to make her know that now that I had her, I was going to keep her. She was mine and would be forever, I would make sure of it. "You are mine! Say it, tell me." I drove into her harder and faster.

"Oh God Eric! I'm yours I have always been yours." She pushed me until I fell back and then she mounted me like a prized stud and rode me like a champ. "Tell me your mine!" She pounded herself harder against my groin, her moisture dripping out of her coating my thighs, dripping down my balls and ass. I gripped her hips and hissed.

"I'm yours!" I shouted as she dragged her nails down my chest.

She leaned over me, purring softly into my ear while she continued to pump up and down on me. "You will never put your dick anywhere but in my body ever again. You will fuck me every night until I am sore and swollen, then you will do it again. You are mine and I. WILL. TAKE. WHAT. I. NEED!" She punctuated the last part slamming herself down on me forcefully. I lifted her off of me and she whimpered and gave me a sad look.

"Get on all fours." I growled at her. She complied. I grabbed her hips and drove into her from behind. Forcing myself as deep into her as I could get, hitting her cervix making her cry out with both pleasure and pain. I wrapped her hair around my hand and pulled her up to me. I slid my other hand around to work her clit while I pounded into her. "Tell me what you need." I growled into her ear.

"I need you!" She reached back and was clawing at my ass. Her ragged breath was forcing her head to fall back onto my chest. She was moaning and calling my name over and over.

"What do you need from me?" I asked in a softer tone, but not changing my stride.

"I need you to love me." She squeaked out. He walls starting to flutter around me. Gripping me tighter, I didn't think it was possible.

"I have loved you for a long time." I pushed harder on her clit and continued. "I need you to love me too." She reached up and held my face sobbing with ecstasy as her orgasm took her.

"I love you… oh god! It's not just the sex talking, I do!" She was screaming and cursing, calling my name and praying to God as the full force of her climax hit. The sheer force of it claimed my own finish and I drove deep within her, emptying deep within her quivering body. We fell back, her on top of me still sheathed within her. We lay like that, panting, sweaty, messes until she rolled to my side causing me to groan as I flopped out of her, thoroughly spent.

I finally looked down at her beautiful face and asked, "So now you're a full service domestic assistant?"

She laughed and said, "Yeah I guess I am." A few moments later she looked back at me and said, "Hey?"

"Mmm?" I replied still enjoying her slick naked body.

"I love you."

I looked down at her in pure adoration and said, "I love you too, always will." I was right, I always would. I also found out that she was truly the greatest lay I had ever or would ever have.