Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the Southern Vampire Mysteries, its characters, or it's content. However, I own the plot of this little ficlet, so no stealing. Special thanks to my beta reader, januaryfreeze92.
Inspired by Katy Perry's "Waking up in Vegas".
This fanfiction is, however, NOT a songfic.
Premise: Eric, Sookie, Pam, Bubba, and Bill are in Vegas for a review and visit with the King Felipe de Castro.
I woke up to the sensation of rolling nausea and was forced to dash into the bathroom in pursuit of the porcelain goddess.
I had no idea what time it was, or where I was, but Eric was asleep nearby, which was mostly reassuring. The hotel room we were in was much bigger than the first one we booked, but I was familiar with the layout, despite my state of amnesia.
"Sookie?" Eric called. I could only moan in response.
Before my foggy mind could even decide whether or not I wanted some help, or at least company, he was by my side and lifting my hair up and out of the way with his gentle fingers, securely tying it back. He rubbed gentle circles on my back and whispered soothingly into my ear.
"I didn't know you couldn't do champagne, Dear One. I would have opted for something else. This is no way to spend your honeymoon. I'm so sorry."
I choked. Honeymoon! Coughing and sputtering, I took the glass of water Eric was offering me.
"Eric?" I asked, when I had recovered somewhat.
"Yes, Lover?"
"Honeymoon?"
"Yes. We eloped last night, don't you remember?"
I remembered glitter paper falling from the Vegas casino ceiling and a nice man telling Eric and I that we had hit the jackpot.
Well, that explained the room, comped by the casino. They probably comped the alcohol I was regretting so terribly at the moment as well.
I realized Eric was still waiting for my response, as he looked at me expectantly.
"Not exactly," I said truthfully. I got up from the toilet slowly, and
looked myself over in the mirror that spanned the entire eight foot counter.
I was still in a white flouncy dress that played up all my curves, my make-up was smudgy at best, and, as I smoothed out my dress, the light caught on my
ring. Wow! What a ring! It was huge! Not cheesy, but nothing to shake a stick at either.
"Is this real?" I asked Eric, holding my hand out for his inspection.
"Yes. Do you like it?"
"Eric, it's beautiful," I said sincerely.
"Just like you," he said.
I could not help but be touched, "Oh..." I said, looking again at the ring. I stared at it for a long while, trying to piece together exactly what had happened last night.
I started at the jackpot. I remembered kissing Eric and letting slip the
"L" word. From there it all seemed to fall into place: the dress, the
"drive-through" ceremony, the champagne, the sex—oh the sex! I sighed contentedly.
I had decided I was done being a pawn and I deserved to be his wife legally, with all the trappings therein. I decided the silly game of cat and mouse was over, because I loved him and he loved me, and that was all that mattered after all.
The dress, the ring, and the make-up were all from the casino's stock, but were mine to keep.
Pam and Bubba had been our witnesses. Bubba even sang a song for us.
Suddenly, I was crying. I was now Mrs. Northman, and I couldn't be happier.
Just as suddenly, Eric was holding me close.
"It's okay..." he comforted me, quiet and unsure.
"Yes. It is," I sniffled.
"You remember?" he asked cautiously.
"How could I not?" I smiled.
"I love you, Sookie Northman."
"I love you, too, Eric."
