Sookie's POV
Sookie was desperately trying to calm her nerves and catch her breath. Alcide was such a hunk, that was definitely the best word to describe him. She could tell he wasn't coming on to her during their breakfast. For the most part it seemed like the most casual conversation in the world, but the look he gave her as he made love to her finger had Sookie more than flustered.
She smoothed the imaginary wrinkles down the front of her pajama bottoms and took a deep breath before grabbing the tiny cake behind her and heading down the hall to Claude's room. That's when it hit her...she wasn't even sure WHICH room was Claude's! Hers was the first (practically empty) room on the left, the next room on the left was the enormous gym-like bathroom/locker room, so it had to be either of the two rooms on the right, or the door at the very end of the hall. She figured the door at the end had to be the Master Suite, but was Claude the "master" of the apartment?
Biting her lip, she decided now was the time for action..she couldn't afford to wait in this hall all day, she had to hop in the shower and get to Bill's house before he got home from the gym. Three doors, two roommates, why was she so afraid of accidentally seeing Eric? Was it because he had voted against letting her stay? She figured it was more likely because she didn't want to get his hopes up with a tasty cake only to say it was for someone else.
The first door on the right (across from Sookie's room) was slightly ajar, so she kicked it open a bit with her foot. Peering in she found dirty clothes scattered across the wood floors, a discarded pizza box on the table in the corner, a 32" (probably) tv mounted to a wall across from a king sized bed adorned with red sheets. The place was vacant. Alcide's Bedroom.
She tip-toed down the hall to the next bedroom. Such a large hallway, in fact, all the bedrooms were enormous! Her room was definitely the smallest, it was probably meant to be an office, but a queen sized bed would fit perfectly and still give her tons of space. Sookie scowled, realizing she still needed to purchase a new bed. She added bed-buying to her checklist for that day.
Right as she stepped in front of the next bedroom door, the nob jiggled and Sookie held her breath. Luckily, Claude stepped out. Topless.
"Oh good, you're awake! Here." She thrust the small chocolate cake towards him enthusiastically. Claude looked from the cake back to Sookie. Neither of them moved. Sookie blushed: 1. Because Claude was topless, and QUITE muscular in all the right places. 2. Because she just realized Pink might not have been the best choice for icing color. Would he be offended? Was pink too gay for him? She prayed he wouldn't assume she was calling him a fairy. He quirked an eyebrow and slowly took the cake from Sookie's hands. She sighed in relief, always overthinking things...
"Claudine texted me last night, told me it was your birthday. I made breakfast. Well, I made a LOT of breakfast, help yourself." Claude half-way smiled and Sookie stood on her toes to quickly kiss his cheek. "Happy Birthday!"
Before she could bask in the mortification of what she had just done, Sookie bounded towards her bedroom to sift through her only suitcase to randomly select her outfit for the day. Since time was of the essence, Sookie set her clothes aside, grabbing her handful of travel soaps and conditioners and headed for the bathroom.
Their bathroom was actually more of a locker room. There was a set of lockers next to the bathroom entrance, two private shower stalls, two bathroom stalls (though only toilet paper in one stall), one gigantic sink with two separate faucets, a couple of urinals, and on the far corner of the bathroom was a giant jacuzzi tub that could probably accomodate four people!
Pushing open the first shower stall's curtain, Sookie noticed it was actually a deep shower with two separate sections. Perfect. The first section was obviously to disrobe so your belongings and towel wouldn't get wet. She stripped down without a second thought and leapt into the shower, not wanting to waste any more time. The last thing she wanted to do was actually confront that weasel, Bill. Sookie turned the appropriate knobs and reached her naked arm out the curtain for a towel. Unfortunately, Sookie realized all too late that men didn't need LARGE towels.
Sighing, she gave her hair a good once over before trying to wrap the scrap of absorbent material around her waist. She inched it up and down her body a few inches here and there before deciding she was decent 'enough' to make a break for it. Her room was just around the corner anyway, what were the odds anyone would even see her? Thrusting open the curtain, Sookie found herself directly across from a very tired looking (and half-naked) Eric Northman.
He didn't look sleepy for long.
Eric's POV
Eric rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before they settled on a soaking wet Sookie Stackhouse. He stopped moving into the locker room altogether, fully occupying the doorway. Surprise will do that to you.
His first impression of her was that she was a bit spastic or geeky, but still had quite a bit of promise hidden beneath her "plain" clothing. Nothing could escape his expert eye, including the Stackhouse girl's kicking curves. Seeing her with just a towel (hardly) covering those curves had left him immobilized. Eric fought the urge to be his sly and charming self, wondering just how many lines it would take to get her to 'throw in the towel'.
He suddenly had no idea how to address the situation. Almost naked, she appeared to be a woman owning his every fantasy, but this wasn't exactly the "Sookie Stackhouse" he had met a couple days before; who knows how she'd react to his seduction. More importantly, she was a new roommate. Whatever he said at that exact moment would become a crucial factor in determining their "home" relationship. Hell, this would probably be their first real conversation since she moved in.
His eyes became uncontrollable as they travelled up and down her body, following water patterns down her soft skin and disappearing between that mind-blowing cleavage. He waited for her to speak, knowing whatever he would end up saying would definitely be the 'wrong' thing to say.
"Umm, Sorry for borrowing the towel." Eric blinked, not really expecting an apology. It WAS his towel.
"No problem." He didn't mind. Why didn't he mind? He had chewed out Alcide for borrowing lesser items than towels. He didn't even OFFER women he bedded at the apartment the luxury of bathing there, much less (HIS) towel usage.
"So I've made tons of breakfast, eggs, sausage, biscuits, hashbrowns..." she started walking right towards him. "So just, help yourself." Her eyes never left his as she sauntered sexily to him, or was he just imagining that? He lost all ability to breathe. Was she crazy? Dripping wet, deep eye contact, "help yourself"? Crazy Sookie. He simply quirked an eyebrow in response. Realization set in and she blushed furiously.
"Help yourself to the BREAKFAST, is what I meant.." She trailed off. Soon Sookie was standing just a few inches in front of Eric as she nervously motioned for him to step aside. Eric smirked. She was cute, very cute. They shuffled awkwardly, running into each other a few times before Eric finally was out of her way enough for her to book it past him and into her bedroom.
Maybe a new roommate wasn't such a bad idea.
