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A week later we're in the air and winging our way to Las Vegas. Eric sits next to me and Pam accross the aisle from us as the Captain puts on the fasten seat belt sign and tells us that we'll be landing in just a few minutes.
"Have you ever been to Vegas before Sookie?" Pam asks. I feel my eyebrow reaching sky high.
"Why Pam, are we going to make small talk? Doesn't that go against some sacred vampire code or something?" Pam chuckles just a little bit and then replies.
"Yes, well it's been an exceptionally boring flight, it's either small talk with the telepath or drain a stewardess..."
"Flight attendant," I correct her.
"... or drain a flight attendant on the beverage cart. I thought you would be better pleased with option one. However if you don't want to make small talk I would be better pleased with option two." She gives me a wide smile fangs fully extended. I'd laugh but I know she's serious.
"No, no option one works for me. In answer to your question no, I've never been to Vegas before. I'm looking forward to staying on the strip."
"DeCastro's casino is supposed to be quite nice. Still I wish we could have stayed at the Belagio, the shopping there is utterly superb..." At this Eric cuts her off midsentance.
"Pam, show me your wallet." Pam raises her eyebrow at Eric, but something about how it's raised tells me that she's not entirely suprised by his request, more like she's feigning suprise.
"Why ever would you want to see my wallet? Do you need money Eric?" He scowls and holds out his hand.
"Pam give me your wallet." Pam huffs in aggrivation and pulls her wallet out of what she told me earlier was a "Birkin Bag". According to Pam their so hard to get it's not a crime to drain someone for one. I'm seriously hoping that time she wasn't serious. Eric snatches the wallet from Pam faster than my eyes can see and opens it. After rummaging around for a few seconds he finds what he's looking for if the change compartment.
"Pamela really, you're going to need to get far more creative if you intend to actually pull this off." At first I'm stumped as to what they could be talking about but then I see Eric pull three credit cards out, a Gold Mastercard, a Platnium Visa, and a Black Am Ex, when I look closer I see the name Eric Northman printed on all three. I look over at Pam who is feigning a pout. Apparently this is just one of the many little games they play to keep existence from getting boring.
"Well you didn't think of it until just now, I even had to drop a hint for you. I have never heard of vampires suffering from senility but really you are rather older than most. Maybe it's just an unstudied phenomena." Pam laughs softly to herself and Eric's scowl gets a little deeper. This back and forth could go on for hours but luckily the Captain tells us that we are landing and the plane dips down, ending all conversation. Well actually I end all conversation by gripping Eric's arm as though it were a lifesaver and squeezing my eyes shut.
Two baggage claims and an hour and half later we're all checked in and Pam has bid Eric and I good night.
"So what's the agenda for the next few days?" I ask going over to the window and looking out. We're on the 54th floor so I get a pretty spectacular look at the strip below. Eric comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
"We have tonight all to ourselves. Tomorrow we must of course attend the ball, and then Sunday we will meet with DeCastro shortly for a personal farewell, and we're back home before dawn on Monday morning." I nod my head.
"Sounds simple." I say. I can feel myself beginning to worry again, and apparently Eric can too. He turns me around in his arms so that we're face to face and kisses me deeply.
"I meant what I said before Sookie. You are mine and only you can change that now. No one can take you from me." I smile up at him and squeeze him tight.
"Good, because I don't want anyone else." Eric get's the goofiest grin on his face when I say that, and I feel so guilty again for all that I haven't said. I've told him I love him of course, but I haven't ever told him how much. I've never told him that I can no longer imagine myself with anyone else, or that being with him makes me that happiest I've ever been, or that I've come to think of his arms as the safest place in the world. There is so much I haven't said and I don't know why.
I suppose that I could take the easy way out and blame Bill for that. I could say that he hurt me so badly that I've never been able to trust again, but honestly that's just giving Bill to much credit. He might be a part of it, but the problem is bigger than just him. I think that after having all the people I've loved leave me, my parents, my Gran, Bill, and Eric himself after Hallow's curse ended, that over time I've just become scared. I'm terrified to say outloud that I'm happy just in case God, or the fates, or whatever it is that runs the universe takes it as a dare and decides to take my happiness away.
So instead of telling my boyfriend how I feel or letting him tell me, as he's tried to do more than once, I keep us silent. And poor Eric is reduced to smiling as though it's Christmas morning just because I said something that he should already know, should never ever doubt.
I want to work up the courage to say these things to him and now really is the ideal moment, but again I feel that irrational fear, so instead I decide to just show him how much I love him. My hands run up into his hair and I pull him down for another long and wonderful kiss. As our tongues move together I run my hands down and start to carress his chest, his sides, and his wonderful, wonderful backside. I feel Eric's lips smile against mine as his hands reach down and take the hem of my dress lifting it off of me and tossing it to the floor.
Eric takes a step back and runs his eyes up and down my body several times. He smiles and I can see his fangs snick down. I know he loves a good show and so I take the tops of both cups of my bra and push them down so that my breast spring free even though it's still on, and I begin to pinch and twist my nipples gently. I hear Eric moan softly and I smile at him loving the effect we have on each other.
I let one hand wander down over my stomach, into the top of my thong, and start to work myself in a slow lazy rythm. Eric closes the tiny distance between us and goes down on his knees bringing his head level with my sex. He takes my thong and gently lowers it so that he can see fully what I'm doing to myself.
"Lover spead your legs." He says softly. I obey and I hear him inhale sharply as he gets the best view possible of my pleasing myself for him. As I work my nub I feel Eric bring two of his fingers to me and swirl them in my wetness. Then without warning they're inside of me and suddenly we're working me together, my fingers circling my clit and his pumping in and out of my entrance. It feels so wonderful I can barely breath and I have to put the hand that had been playing with my breasts on his shoulder to steady myself.
"Oh God Eric," I moan out and then out of no where my orgasm hits me and I collapse over into his arms. Eric picks me up and carries me to the couch, apparently the bedroom is to far away. He lays me down and within seconds he's on top of me, his clothes having magically disappeared. Eric begins to grind against me, his head going to my neck to lick and suck at the vein there while his hands tear my bra away and squeeze and carress my breasts.
"Lover you can't possibly have any idea what watching you pleasure yourself does to me." His voice is just above a whisper and if I didnt know better I would say he was in pain. His kisses on my neck become harder and more urgent, as do the hands on my breasts and then suddenly he takes me by the hips and flips me over.
In one swift motion Eric is in me as far as he can go and we both let out an ecstatic scream. He starts a hard, rough rythm that makes me claw the couch cushions beneath me and chant his name at an ever increasing volume. God nothing, nothing has ever been like this. No one has ever been so deep or made me feel so full. I could die happy right now. This time my orgasm is no suprise, I see it coming like a freight train through a tunnel, and I scream out Eric's name and God's and god knows what else as it takes me away.
Eric waits only long enough for me to regain my senses before he brings his hands under me, cups my breasts and pulls me upright so that he can sink his fangs into the back of my shoulder. He pinches my nipples just hard enough to cause a little pain and that along with the feeling of him biting my shoulder and thrusting into me from behind causes me to cry out in pleasure as another little orgasm rocks through me. This time Eric is with me and I hear him cry out my name as he takes my blood and gives me his essense in return.
When it's done Eric just holds me against him for a long moment, my back to his chest, his hands still gently squeezing my breasts, as we both come down from the amazing high we've just given each other. Then he gives a throaty chuckle, his voice still rough around the edges from all of the screaming we've done.
"How can you be so perfect?" He asks. I reach back and wrap one arm around his neck and turn my face to nuzzle it into the crook in his shoulder. I want to cry I love him so much. Really it's not him that should be asking that question. Instead of saying so though I just smile and ask him to take me to bed.
After several more wonderful hours Eric falls into his daytime rest and I give his sleeping lips one last long kiss before joining him.