Suddenly Last Summer

MA (for MATURE ADULTS ONLY)

The characters in this fiction are owned by Charlaine Harris and Allan Ball. I just like to take them out of the box to play with them a while.

Sorry in advance for any mistakes. They are all my own.

Last chapter -

I laid myself back down, slid my glasses back up pronto and tried to look relaxed and nonchalant but my heart was beating like it wanted to jump right out of my chest. The man was an Adonis… He was built like a muscular mountain. He had to have been at least six and a half feet tall, blonde, blue eyes, shoulders, abs, butt, thighs… He had it all including what looked to be a gracious plenty of a package in the front of his shorts. My, Oh, my, where's a fan when you need one.

Oh, cheese and rice, he's coming back this way.

Chapter 3

Sookies POV

I want to lie back and pretend to be asleep but the movement in the front of his shorts as he walks my way keeps my eyes single-mindedly occupied and my brain seem to have gone on a mini break 'cause I can't seem to shut my mouth either. I feel like I'm watchin' a rerun of Baywatch as my dream man strides in slow motion towards me.

My heart starts beatin' so hard I begin to worry if it will burst. My skin feels hot and my hoochie is jumping… Oh my God! Is that dribble on my chin? Startled by that thought, I bring my hand up to wipe my chin, pretendin' to shoo a fly and I plaster on my face one of my way too bright 'go to' smiles. I used these smiles a lot tryin' to fit in when I was a kid and I still use them a lot now in uncomfortable situations.

He's almost here and I look down and pretend to brush away some imaginary sand from my suntanned legs.

"Excuse me?" Even his voice is perfect.

"Yes?" Both the towel girl and I reply at the same time and I look up. If I could have got the sand to suck me down sun lounge and all I would have. Both my model muse and the towel girl where staring at me with what could have only been indignation while he kept speaking but in French. I was so embarrassed. Why would I have thought he would have been coming to speak with me? Stupid Sookie! You can take the dumb, ugly, retard out of Bon Temps but I suppose I shouldn't expect that I'm something different just because I'm in another country. Thank goodness the man is preoccupied with the towel girl and I must say she is very pretty.

He is waving his arm around and I assume he is talking about the lounges and I take a quick look and see they are all taken. Then he is pointing at his watch and back to the lounges. He must have made a booking but I can't see any free. I had another hour to go on mine but I just wanted to get out of there so I excused myself and let the girl know he can take my lounge. Well if he could have got any angrier… I'd noticed in my time spent here some of the people around were a tad wee bit self important and it looked to me like he fell in with that type. Well I didn't need him or his condescension, I was out of there. I put my gear in my Channel tote, threw on my Dior cover-up and started to walk away brusquely; almost slamming into Thomas, the young man that usually looked after me when I was here.

"Miss Stackhouse… Leaving us so soon?" He was pointing with his arm toward my just vacated lounger.

"Well it looks like you are over booked and I seem to have had my fill of the beach today already thanks for all your help Thomas and you can kindly cancel any of my further bookings as well. I no longer require them." I didn't want to be embarrassed any further by looking over to the smirking woman and the 'cause of my total discomfort standing with her. How could I have thought a man like that would even notice me never mind want to actually speak to me.

"Please Miss Stackhouse. Yvetta what has happened here? Mr Northman? Yvetta why is there someone on the lounger booked for Mr Northman? I gave you precise instructions. Why did you not carry them out?" I didn't need to wait around. I wasn't goin' to be stayin' either way. I didn't need to come to another country to feel this awkward, I could have just stayed in my own home town. I walked the short distance to the road and hailed a taxi. Our Villa wasn't that far away but I just wanted to get there ASAP and hide from the world.

I went around the side of our two story villa to enter from what we had come to call the front. From this side of the building on the second floor we had a beautiful view of the ocean and the busy marina. On the ground floor was a built in swimming pool and an outside shower. I didn't want to trek sand through the house so I took a quick shower. The sun sparkled across the flat water making the pool look so inviting I decided to have a swim as well.

I was floating on my back and staring up at the cloudless blue sky and even though I was trying my hardest not to, I found myself obsessing about my behavior at the beach. When was I goin' to believe in myself. The people who matter to me Laffayette, Godric, Uncle Desmond, Diantha, Gladiola and of course my brother Jason, they are constantly remindin' me that I am not, and in fact never have been that fat, ugly, stupid, worthless girl, I was always made to feel I was growin' up and here, that was how I felt again. The pain inside me had me feelin' like I was eleven years old again and my heavy period had leaked onto my jeans and all the girls were makin' fun of the ugly, fat, cunt who couldn't look after her sanitary needs. I had no right even bein' on that beach. Damn it all to Hell.

Luckily for me I heard the glass door slide open and I ducked my head under the water to wash my tears away before I was caught out.

"Sookie…? Hooka, what you doin' back so early?" Gotta love Laff. There he is in all his glory. One of his brightly coloured silk scarves wrapped around his head along with a beautiful matching shirt slash cover up over his beautiful torso and small matching thong swimsuit coverin' up his privates and makin' his strong legs look long and sexy. Just lookin' at my beautiful friend makes me smile. He looks so happy he is glowin' and I know it is Godric that has brought that inner piece to him. One day I hope I can share my love with someone who will love me the way He and Godric love one another and maybe when that happens my lover will help me to overcome once and for all this sense of unworthiness I struggle with.

"Hey Lala! You comin' in for a swim?" I try to splash him and he screams.

"Now you stop that Hooka. I is none to pleased with you gettin' pool wata on my new silk. No I's not swimmin' I's just did my nails." He gracefully flops onto one of the sun loungers that lay around the pool keeping his hands away from his clothes so the polish doesn't get messed or on his shirt.

"So why is you back so early girl? I's wernt expectin' yous for another hour'ah." He gave his nails a check and then looked me square in the eyes.

"No real reason." I answered and then dived to the bottom of the pool.

"Why is your eyes red Sooks? Is the chemicals in that pool not right?" he asked when I came up for air at the side of the pool.

"Now I come to think of it… My eyes are a bit sore." Blaming the pool is a lot easier than dredging up all the other crap.

"Yous need to get on up out of there Hooka and rinse yourself off. Makes sure you wash out your eyes." Laf gets up and has the shower on for me, gettin' the water just right.

"What would I do without you Laf." I ask him as I get under the water.

"I don't really want to know the answer to that Hooka." The look Laf gives me makes me understand that I haven't fooled him at all. He knows there is somethin' wrong but he won't pressure me. I would give him a hug but I know he'd rip my arms off and beat me with the wet ends if I mussed up his new ensemble.

"Now get ready Hooka. We's goin' shoppin' Godric, Russel and Bart is takin' us to that new Night Club we was talkin' about last night and we's got to buy us somethin' HOT to wear and I aint talkin' 'bout the weather. You hears what I's sayin'." Givin' me a waggle of his eyebrows and a sultry grin he walks away and disappears into the villa.