A/N:

Okay, this is now a two-shot. I hope you don't mind, but a reviewer happened to inspire me to write about what happened after burgers, so here it is. Prepare to fall in love with the Eric I've dubbed Execu-Nerd :)

Part Two

"So it's all because he made funny faces at the Globes, drunk, with a Jesus haircut?" Eric asked, then took another bite of his burger.

"Yup," I nodded. "Tumblr is a magical place."

"I may have to check it out," he said, and I laughed. "What?"

"Nothing… it's just… I can't imagine you on tumblr. I mean, it's a time suck for one, the firewalls at work wouldn't let you on it anyway, and… I don't know, you just don't strike me as a tumblr kind of guy."

He gave me a dramatic, hurt look, put his hand on his chest like I'd shot him in the heart, and whispered, "I'm hurt, Doc."

I almost snorted into my soda at that one, and, being the epically addicted tumblr user that I am, at least five .gif responses popped into my brain. And there it was, the perfect example.

"Okay, okay, do you know what a .gif file is?"

"Isn't that a picture that moves?"

"Pretty much. On tumblr when you have a reaction to anything, you use a .gif file to express it. It gets so bad, that in everyday conversation you will think of the perfect .gif response, then do your best not to laugh out loud."

"That sounds slightly crazy," he said with a chuckle.

"Well maybe someday I'll let you look at my tumblr. It'll be like a peek into the world of my brain."

"I would actually like that," he said, and reached across the table to grip my hand. "I really do want to know you. This… what we did… it wasn't just a thing, y'know? I want more."

I smiled so wide I felt like Eric could see my wisdom teeth.

"I want more too." I said, and then I did see Eric's wisdom teeth.

"Will you come back to my place with me tonight? If you don't have plans, I'd like to spend the day with you."

I thought about it for a moment. I knew he wasn't a psycho, so I wasn't worried he wanted to take me to his place to kill me or anything, but I also wasn't sure it was a good idea. Then I remembered the office sex, and the three magnums stuffed in my bra.

"I would like that," I said.

"Great," he replied, wisdom teeth still showing.

"Can we swing by my place first so I can get some clothes? It's not far from here."

"Of course!"

We finished our food quickly, then we were back in his car and I was giving him directions to my apartment. I ran in alone when we got there and threw some stuff in a bag. I would have invited him in, but my place was a mess, and I also knew that if we were near a bed together we wouldn't make it to his place.

Eric was pacing the sidewalk next to his car when I came back out, and I giggled at him.

"Did you think I was going to ditch you?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said, sheepish at being caught.

He looked so adorable standing there, a slight blush on his cheeks, that I put my arms around him and give him a squeeze. He was stiff for a moment, then his arms came around me and he squeezed back.

"I won't ditch you," I said as I pulled away again. "I really want to see your apartment."

"That's the only reason?" he asked, one eyebrow raised, and holy shit the things that did to me.

"Nope," I said with a grin. "There is a reason I stuffed the rest of those condoms into my bra."

With that, I turned around and hopped back into his car. He took a moment, but then he was in the driver's seat, glancing at me with fire in his eyes.

"I really, really like you," he said, his voice even, and not hinting.

I smiled at him, and reached over to grab his hand. He took that as he should, and held it all the way to his place… which ended up being a penthouse apartment at the nicest building I'd ever been in. I almost felt like my chucks were tainting the place. At least until he flipped the lights on.

He was a nerd. A total, and complete nerd. Giant movie posters were framed and hung on his walls, there were framed, still wrapped in plastic comic books, a set of floor to ceiling shelves in his living room covered with DVDs, and I was almost positive he would have a room full of still-packaged action figures.

He was so tumblr material…

"Wow…" I said, dropping my bag at my feet.

"Is that a good wow, or a bad wow?" he asked, his voice giving away that he was nervous.

"A surprised wow, but a good surprised wow."

He smiled.

"As you can see, I'm a little bit of a movie nerd. It kinda makes me a loner. I spend all my extra time here in the dark, watching movies. They're actually arranged by mood and sub-mood."

"Sub-mood?"

"You know, like how you can be in a bad mood, and want cheering up, or you can be in a bad mood and just want to wallow in your misery. It's a complex system with a lot of cross-coding."

"I'm not going to lie here, Eric… what you just said? Maybe it made me a little wet…"

In two seconds, Eric had me over his shoulder, and was carrying me down a short hall. I was dropped onto a very big bed, and then he was on top of me. If there were kissing Olympics, Eric would have the gold in everything. He knew just how to lay it on me, then pull back just enough to get me to follow, then do it all over again. His hands were everywhere, feeling, caressing, and mapping out my topography. I loved every millisecond of it.

Then shit got real. Our clothes started coming off, and we finally got to take in each other's naked bodies. Eric was perfect. I mean, perfect. All I wanted was to tie him to his bed and lick every inch of his amazing body. He had abs that were just barely defined, but still hard. Arms that bulged when he flexed them, back muscles where I didn't think there were any. If I'd still had my panties on, they'd have dropped all on their own accord.

"You are so fucking hot, Doc," he panted, then pulled my body to his once again.

Being pressed skin to skin with Eric made me feel like I was just going to float up into the ceiling, or leak rainbows out of my ears. His fingers finally made their way between my legs again, and he began to rub slow, teasing circles on my clit until I was shaking and pressing my hips up in a counter-rhythm.

Somehow, the right synapses fired in my brain, and I thought to do a little teasing of my own. I reached down and gripped him in my hand, then began to slowly stroke. He let out a groan, and his own teasing faltered.

"Where are the condoms?" he asked.

"I don't know, they fell out when you took off my bra," I giggled, and we broke apart to search for them.

"Found one," Eric exclaimed a moment later. I heart him rip it open and watched, fascinated, as he rolled it on. He was so long, and thick, and just flawless.

He grinned when he saw that I was watching, and climbed on top of me again. His lips found my collarbone and kissed their way up my neck, and then to my lips again. I felt like I could drown in him, and that both excited and terrified me.

"Eric," I moaned.

"Are you ready?" he asked, looking right into my eyes, like he wanted to be totally sure. What he didn't understand was that if I were looking into his eyes, I would agree to murder. I suppose it was a good thing I really did want to have sex with him again… and again… and again.

"Yes," I said, and reached down to position him.

He pushed in even slower than before, and stared into my eyes the whole time. Now that was an experience. The look of pure pleasure on his face fed into my own until I felt like I was going to explode. He didn't let me though. Eric was probably what I would call a Sex God. He knew how to make the perfect rhythm to build me up until I was teetering on the edge, then completely change it up to pull me back to solid ground.

When he rolled us so that I was on top, I tried to use my control to get us to the end faster, but he was having none of that. With a wicked smile, he grabbed my hips and held me up while he shallowly thrust into me, slowly. It was by far the worst kind of teasing ever, and he kept it up until I was begging him to let me fuck him. So when he did? Well, I kept up my end of that bargain.

I rose and fell quickly, rolling my hips every now and then just to hear him groan. The pressure was building again, the coil tightening, and from the way Eric was beginning to pant, I knew he was ready to finish too.

He surprised me again when he rolled us so that he was on top once more. He slowed the pace, but I didn't care because the look on his face was divine. I knew what he was doing. One last build up, and then we would come together. I'd never experienced that before.

I pulled his head to mine and kissed him as he began to pick up the pace. The rhythm of our lips was slower, sweeter than the rhythm of our hips. I hitched my legs up around his waist, changing the angle slightly, and causing our lips to break apart so we could moan.

His pace picked up yet again, and I was climbing even faster than before. Eric began panting again, then he buried his face in my hair, putting his shoulder right next to my mouth. Big mistake, or rather, lucky boy, because as soon as I bit down his whole body stiffened and his hips jerked as he came.

"God, Sookie," he groaned, and luckily had the wherewithal to reach down and rub my clit so I could come too. It only took a few strokes of his thumb to get me there, and it was fan-fucking-tastic. The strength of my orgasm made him groan again, and reluctantly pull out to get rid of the condom.

I lay there, unable to find the will to move, while Eric took care of that. He was back a minute later, still naked, and totally willing to snuggle. He lay on his back, and wrapped his arm around me as I curled up against him with my head on his shoulder.

"I think I had the wrong impression of you," I said after a moment.

"What? You thought I'd be bad in bed?"

"No, I was pretty sure you were a sex god. I meant about the tumblr thing. You're a nerd, Eric. I never would have expected it, but you are. I'm impressed."

"You mean you actually like my framed posters and giant DVD shelf of Doom?"

"I love them. You're a total nerd. Nerds are hot. I mean, if you pulled out a pair of glasses right now I'd probably attack you."

"Really?"

"Oh my god, do you have glasses?" I asked, sitting up quickly.

He laughed. "That much of a turn on for you, huh? No, I don't. I have perfect vision, though I sort of wish I didn't now that I know how much you like glasses."

I giggled as I snuggled back down.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" Eric asked, his hand absently running up and down my arm.

"I don't know. I'm kind of a hermit. I'd rather just order pizza and take advantage of you and your movie collection all day."

"I really wouldn't have a problem with that. I'm a bit of a hermit too, but I can, and will, cook for us."

"Mmm, a nerd who can cook… I think I hit the jackpot," I said, and was a bit surprised when he hugged me to him. "What?"

"I just… I'm glad you think I'm a jackpot because I'm a nerd who can cook, and not because I'm a hot exec with a penthouse apartment," he said, his voice weighty with feeling.

I said nothing, and just squeezed him back, then kissed him. It didn't take long for that kiss to turn into much more, for much longer.

We fell asleep that night thoroughly exhausted, and the next morning I woke to an empty bed. In the light of day I found that his sheets and blanket were all flannel. I'd known they were comfortable, and now I knew why. I sat up and looked around for a bathroom, smiling when I saw an open door and part of a shower stall. Looking around on the floor, I spotted Eric's dress shirt from the night before and put it on before heading to the bathroom.

His bathroom was huge, and I fell in love with it. He had dried toothpaste in his sink, no cap on the tube, dirty towels on the floor that hadn't quite made it into the over-full hamper, a stack of sci-fi magazines on the back of his toilet, and a roll of toilet paper that he hadn't bothered putting on the dispenser. It was chaos, but it was him, and it was relaxed, and I loved it.

After I left the bathroom I followed my nose out into the kitchen where Eric was standing in front of the stove, shirtless, flipping pancakes and humming the theme to Star Wars.

Jesus Bale, I will worship you forever for bringing this man into my life, because I just fell in love.

"Star Wars, huh?" I asked, making him jump.

"Hey," he said, grinning down at me as he pulled me into him and planted a kiss on my lips. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a rock," I said.

"Well I've got breakfast ready, so come here," he said.

I squealed as he picked me up and set me on the counter. He grabbed a plate and put three pancakes on it, a few slices of strawberry, and a spoonful of butter right in the middle. Then he handed me the plate and set down a bottle of syrup, and a plate of bacon.

"Bon appétit," he said with a flourish of his hand.

"I just have one question before I start eating, and this is an important one, the kind that our entire relationship hinges on."

"Okay…"

"Did you cook this bacon with your shirt off?"

A slow smile broke out on his face, and he took a step back, bent, and opened the oven door to show me another sheet pan with a cooling rack on it, covered in strips of bacon.

"Is that sufficient enough for an answer?" he asked as he closed the oven door.

"I think it's safe to say you'll be seeing my tumblr later," I grinned, then took a big bite of pancake.

"Good, then I'll be letting you have a peek at my light saber collection," he said with an equally as large grin.

I dropped my fork and took him on the floor.

Thank you, Jesus Bale.

xxENDxx

If you don't understand all the tumblr references, no worries, just go get one and become addicted! Or ask me about them, I'll explain ;)