I DON'T OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE SOUTHERN VAMPIRE MYSTERIES OR ANY RESEMBLANCE THERE OF.
I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW THRILLED I AM THAT SO MANY OF HAVE ALREADY ADDED THIS STORY TO FAVES AND REVIEWED! I WASN'T EXPECTING SUCH AN IMMEDIATE RESPONSE, SO THANKS.
ALSO, I WASN'T EXPECTING TO WRITE THIS IN TWO POV'S, BUT AFTER STARTING THIS CHAPTER ONE WAY, I REALIZED IT WOULD BE SOOO MUCH BETTER THIS WAY.
SO, HEEEEEERE'S ERIC:
Chapter 2 - Venice
(Eric POV)
Lovely Latisha was lying next to me, comatose. Her ebony skin was still slick with sweat, and it sparkled as it ran down her back and made a detour at the base of her stunning ass before slipping down her hips. She had walked into the club tonight wearing a short, silver sequined dress. I saw her from behind at first. With every move she made the dress swished dangerously higher – the sequins threw tiny beams of light in every direction. And mmm, the silver against her skin was irresistible.
After a quick check with the Bartender to make sure we were well stocked, I went to find the girl in silver. I ran up to the balcony and looked around my empire. Leap was the largest and most successful of the bars and clubs I had around the city, due largely to the fact that a famous actor had overdosed in the bathroom last year. Since then I couldn't keep the crowds away. I got the hottest DJ's, the hottest Bartenders, and therefore, the hottest girls in the city too.
I saw Ms. Silver on the floor dancing with her friends. She'd be coming home with me, I was sure of it. I let her have her fun with her friends for an hour or so, then I went down and invited them all to the VIP area in the back. As soon as I had her on the couch, I knew she was mine for the night. Her skin was firm and tight, she smelled of baby powder, and when I told her she'd be coming home with me, she smiled and asked when we were leaving. I adore women as much as they adore me, and I indulge in my ravenous cravings without remorse.
Having rendered Latisha into the sex-coma she was in, I thought it only right to let her sleep… even though I was ready for more. I'm always ready for more. I got up, pleasured myself in the shower, dried off, and got back into bed. In the morning I'd send Latisha off in a cab, satisfied with a smile on her face. I didn't keep women for long periods of time. My sister Pam wasn't any better. Tall, blonde and statuesque like me, she was the manager of my establishments and had her pick of any woman in New York as well. In fact, we very often passed the most luscious, (and open-minded women), between us. "Sharing the beauty," we called it. As I got back into bed, I fell asleep staring at the naked creature next to me.
I woke the next morning alone. Latisha wasn't in bed, or the bathroom, but I found a note thanking me for the "amazing orgasms" on the kitchen counter. I made myself some coffee with a perma-grin on my face. Not only did we have a great time last night, but I also had that amazing dream again. Well, not the exact dream, but it was the same place, time, and the same woman… Sookie. "Beautiful Sookie," I said to myself as if she were real. The whole thing was odd though, I didn't usually remember my dreams. Sure, snippets here and there, usually about a naked woman dancing in front of me, but nothing this clear, this detailed, this real.
A few nights previous I had a dream about meeting her and falling love with her. Last night's version was even better. I met her in Paris; she was painting in the Tuileries. I passed by her for a week hoping she would see me, catch my eye, give me an opening to talk to her. Then that one day she saw me. From there, we fell in love, (definitely a dream, Eric Northman doesn't "do" love, too many women in the world to taste, why bother with one flavor?). Her Father refused me and I went into a deep depression after I got her letter telling me she loved me, but wouldn't marry me for the sake of Daddy's health.
Months later I saw her at the Opera. She was wearing a blue dress that was stunning against her hair, her skin. After speaking and admitting her love for me, she fainted. I picked her up and flew her, yes flew her, (obviously a dream right?), to my house in Venice. I put her on the bed. She had been going in and out of consciousness and I quickly took off her dress. When I saw how tightly her corset had been tied, I grabbed the pocket knife from my coat and sliced through the laces. I could almost hear the air rushing back into her body. I stripped her down to her linens, noting every curve and inch of her young, supple body.
When she finally woke up and realized what had happened, she seemed both shocked and relieved. When she put two-and-two-together, that I had flown us to Venice, and that yes, she could in fact hear my thoughts, I knew there would have to be conversations, insights, and research. We would need time to figure out what was happening to us. But before all that happened, she began to cry. I couldn't blame her. To be honest, it was all overwhelming for me as well. I wiped her tears away and couldn't help myself… I kissed her.
If I had the discipline to stop I would have, but I had been away from her for too long. Those five months were painful. I felt as if the string that connected us had been stretched and worn so thin that it was ready to fray forever and disintegrate. I felt empty and weak without her. However, being that close to her, that string became solid iron links. I felt alive, healthy, and all I wanted to do was touch her, kiss her, hold her, and she let me.
I could see the nipples on her beautiful, full, heavy breasts pearling under the fabric of her undershirt. Her chest rose and fell with every quickened breath.
"I need to touch you," I said.
Her eyes were begging me to continue.
"Sookie, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from taking you if we continue, my love."
She knew what that meant for us and for her future. No one would let their son marry a woman who had been taken… second-hand goods. She would be mine or she would be labeled a whore. I would never let that happen. If she'd have me, she would be mine forever – the world, London, and her Father be damned!
I needed her to know that this wasn't some fleeting whim. I wanted her to know that the following morning I wouldn't have changed my mind and let her go. I said what I had wanted to ask her for weeks, "Sookie, I love you, marry me? Marry me like we had planned?"
She was silent for a moment and looked down, contemplating something. She looked up at me, said "yes," and a soft smile graced her lips. A happiness and contentment that I had never felt before, filled me. How could one small woman make me that at ease? The sun was rising and the morning light began to trickle in as I let my hands find the hem to her undershirt. She slowly lifted her arms in the air, allowing me pull the fabric off of her body. I looked at her, sitting there half naked in front of me, the most beautiful sight in the world.
I asked her to stand and unbuttoned her drawers, then gently pulled them down. She stood fully naked in front of me, unashamed, unafraid, not hiding herself in anyway.
"Will you take down your hair?" I asked.
She reached behind her and began the process of unraveling, untying, and undoing her mass of golden locks, letting them fall down over her shoulders in pieces as they came free. When at last she was done, her hair was covering her prefect breast which I couldn't allow. I reached over and pushed her hair back behind her shoulders. I pulled her between my legs, feeling the warmth radiating from her body.
I removed the pearls in her ears and around her neck; she gasped at my touch, and closed her eyes, relishing the feeling. Once the pearls were safely on the side table, I let my hand travel from her neck, down her chest, and rest over her right breast. Her hand joined mine and together we cupped, and squeezed, and massaged. I took my hand away, letting hers fall by her side. Leaning over, I took her nipple into my mouth. I had never known skin to taste so sweet. She made a noise that was both surprised and needy. I lifted my head and she stood there in front of me, wanting more, waiting for the next move. I stood up, lifted her in my arms, and put her on the bed.
I looked at her for a moment, taking her in, then I removed my vest and shirts. My pants and undergarments came off and I stood in front of her naked, as she had done for me. Her eyes went wide for a moment as they traveled down… I let her look. When I lay down next to her, she shifted so that her soft unknowing fingers could trace the shapes of my body.
"You're beautiful," she said to me earnestly.
I stopped her hand and gently pushed her on her back.
"My turn now, lover."
I kissed her as my hand traveled from her stomach, further down to where the fine blonde curls that covered her sex, met her abdomen. Further down and I could feel the lips of her entrance. I lingered there, tracing them up and down, making her squirm under my touch. When she was moist and ready, I slipped my finger into her, making her whimper. It was all new to her and watching every new sensation on her face, was the single most exquisite thing I had ever seen.
Her arms wrapped around me awkwardly, so I shifted to be closer. She clung onto me for dear life, not knowing how to handle the new sensation ripping through her. When she came, she was silent, not even breath was able to escape her body.
"Breathe love, breathe."
She took a deep breath and buried her head in my shoulder. I wanted to be inside her, I was ready to be, and I knew she was slick enough. I had been erect and at the ready since my fingers entered her, and she looked down at the object pressing into her body. She reached down, and ever so gently, wrapped her hand around my length. I shuddered at the feeling.
"Sorry! Did I hurt you?" she said, as she pulled her hand away.
No, of course she hadn't I explained. I told her that it felt like heaven. I took her hand in mine and guided it up and down my shaft. When I couldn't take it anymore, I stopped her and told her I wanted to be inside her, to feel her around me. She nodded. I knew it could be painful and told her as much. I told her I would never hurt her, to trust me, that I would be gentle and slow. I opened her legs and positioned myself between them. Slowly, with every ounce of restraint I had, I pushed into her.
How can I describe how divine it felt? She was warm, she was wet, she was so tight around me it made moan aloud as I threw my head back. I pushed a little further and a little further, never taking my eyes off of Sookie. She let out a yelp of pain and I stopped, not wanting to hurt her by moving forward or back. I stayed there, frozen, until she came back to me, and opened her eyes again.
"Did I hurt you? Shall I stop?"
She took a few deep breaths and then replied with simple "no." Cautiously, I pushed further yet, until I could go no deeper, and slowly, carefully, began to thrust. The sensations of moving in and out of her made her call out, "Eric!" She arched her back and instinctively pushed into my body slightly. I sped up, wanting more friction, more speed, but always careful not to harm her.
She relaxed into me, moving with me slightly, enjoying what she was feeling. She called my name again and I could feel her walls begin to tighten around me. I almost released right then at the sensation, her whole body tensed, and with a few more thrusts, she let go, trembling beneath me. I leaned over and kissed her, and she held me there, not wanting to separate from my lips. When we came up for air I could see tears rolling down her face and her beautiful smile shining at me.
"Tell me again…" I said, "tell me you love me."
"I love you, Eric." Hearing it again, knowing she was mine now, finished me. I went over the edge, consummating our love.
Although it was light by then, we wrapped ourselves in each other's arms and fell asleep to the sounds of Venice waking up around us.
When we woke up, many hours later, it was afternoon. Sookie looked like a different woman already. There was more ease about her than I had ever seen before, even more than when we had first met in Paris. She was naked on the bed, the sunlight illuminating her from behind, her golden hair glowing, halo-like. She was a vision. What was it about this woman? I could have any woman I wanted, and very often did. But with Sookie, there was no one else. Every other woman disappeared. The only woman in the world I wanted, was her. Of course the reasons didn't matter, all that mattered was that she loved me too, and she was mine.
I reluctantly got out of bed; we were both famished, and put on some clothing. When I told her that the cook might be here and if she were, would make something for us, she looked at me utterly shocked.
"Eric! There were people here?"
"Yes, love. The help. You don't think I run this big house all by myself do you?"
"Well no, but what about…"
"They know their place Sookie, they would never intrude while I…" I paused.
"While you?" she said, carefully.
"…While I was entertaining a woman," I finished.
"Ahh, I see. So I'm not the first victim of your charms, am I?"
I couldn't be sure if she was upset or not. Had I said something wrong? "But you'll be the last, my love!" I said, in desperation.
She laughed a little, smiled, and crawled over the bed to me, stood on her knees, and tangled her hands in my hair, "I had better be the last Mr. Northman."
She spoke the words in a way that made me want to throw my clothes off and take her again. I kissed her and let my hand travel to her breasts, pinching her nipples gently. She moved her hands down my back and rested them on my ass. I picked her up and her legs wrapped around my waist. Her warm, naked body pressed against me, her ever heating core seared into my stomach.
To hell with food I thought to myself, she answered back, "my thoughts exactly."
That was something we'd have to get used to. She was un-tucking my shirt and kissing my neck when I heard, "oh dear lord Eric!" I looked around and realized that we floating somewhere between the bed's canopy and the ceiling. "Something else we'll have to get used to," I said. I landed softly and put her back down on the bed - a little shaken, but amused. Just as I was about to pull my shirt off though, my stomach growled loudly. She burst into a fit of laughter. I had never seen her laugh so much, or with so much abandon. She threw her head back and her whole body wriggled in fits of joy. I simply watched realizing how much I was looking forward to some wonderful new Sookie discoveries.
A/N:
Okay, how did I do on my Victorian de-flowering?
