A/N: The lovely chiisai-kitty beta'd this for me.

Disclaimer: NOT MINE.

I DO NOT own the tall blonde gorgeous man from the previous chapters sorry.

No matter how much I want to tie him up and make him my love slave….

Crap. Did I say that out loud?

I really need to shut it.

Previously on Time After Time

A couple of things happened at the same time; I reached my hand out without even realizing what I was about to do. I was reaching for his face to trace his flawless jaw ignoring his shocked look and then his face changed as his eyes left my face. He looked pass me to something which must have been terrifying as his facial expression changed to something close to being mortified. Finally my fingers were in touch with his jaw. As soon as my fingers had touched his face a shockwave of electricity went through me creating an inevitable fire all over my body and then everything went black.

Chapter 2

I was having one of those dreams, where you know you are dreaming but you hear everything happening around you, and still don't want to get up cause the dream is too good to let go. So I just casually ignore everything and try to find a comfortable way so I am back on the dreamboat with the blonde Adonis. Suddenly the sounds I was hearing were gone and I flutter my eyes open to find the blue eyed blonde crouching down in front of me with what I recollect as concerned eyes. He was looking at me with those eyes again, I knew them so well but this look was new. I never saw concern in them before, in my dreams they were always glazed over with dark desires of lust. His eyebrows were slightly touching each other from frowning and the skin of his forehead was crinkled from it. I move my hands to his forehead, my fingers pushed his eyebrows slightly apart while making a soothing pattern with my fingers in his forehead. I heard his breath getting a little hitched whilst he cocked both his eyebrows up. It was sexy as hell. I got up from where ever I was laying down with a sting of pain in the back of my head. Ignoring the pain I get close to him both my hands were cupping his face, he had light stubble in, not the baby smooth I always saw. His musky scent was unfamiliar but yet it was familiar. Bringing his face closer I inhale his scent and his breathing seemed to speed up a bit. I was in my happy place with this man, and everything felt so real and I was not complaining. Our faces were only an inch apart. I rested my forehead against his, taking more of his scent. I sighed in contempt, then I felt a pair of strong hands around my waist. I knew it was him but it felt so long ago since he touched me like this. I mentally scolded myself, saying I was in my happy place it doesn't matter how long ago I felt him touch me like this. The only thing that mattered right now was him and him only.

Feeling his hands tighten around me, a smile graced my face. I backed away from him to his face now he was frowning even more. It was adorable. I had to bite my lips, but I couldn't stop the giggles escaping me. He was looking dumbfounded, something else I never saw before.

'Wow this dream is so vogue!'

His eyes were solely focused on me and instinct took me over as I brought him closer to me whilst scooting over to him a little myself, meeting him halfway. He just looked at me with curiosity in his baby blue eyes. I really wanted his forehead to sooth down, so I placed small kisses in his temple. Nuzzling him at the same time without losing the contact, I move down to his jaw kissing and nipping every inch of his face, going nowhere near his lips. He was breathing in an unsteady way, not quite panting, but his breathing was heavy. In my dreams he was always the one in control so I liked the way I was affecting him now. I slightly brush my lips against his, teasing him. He wasn't kissing me back but his warm breath was like fire against my skin and the hold he had on my waist was starting to hurt a little, in a good way. I kiss him softly again only this time the sides of his lips. My lips finally met his and this was nothing like the dream that I have been witnessing over the years. This was sweet yet passionate and so different, so real. My tongue was tracing his bottom lip and I felt him parting his lips to meet my tongue with his. Our tongues were dancing together with a beat of their own. I could feel his hands moving up my torso, trying to move me towards him, while he scooted closer to me. The taste of him was amazing. He tasted a little of mint and a lot of coffee, it was a great combination.

My hands were curled up in his hair, pulling him closer to me and his hands weren't moving anymore, instead they were both gently placed from my lower back to my neck. I let go of his lips when I felt in need of air. This dream of mine seemed to be consequently vibrant and real. I was quite oblivious to what was happening.

I looked at the stranger who was breathing as heavily as me. His eyes were darting down from my face to my heaving chest while he licked his lips. His predatory behavior was making a pool of moisture between my legs. I have never been so sure of anything, but I was about to devour him again, that I was sure of. Dream or no dream, this was too good to give up. I was fixated on feeling him against my body and the taste of his lips was nothing like I tasted before.

I look down from his face to his heaving chest leading down to his abs where his shirt was clinging to him perfectly. The sleeves of his shirt were folded up revealing his impressive forearm.

My eyes travel to a more southern region of his body and I could specifically make out the tent that he was now sporting and it was definitely impressive. I licked my lips just thinking about his tent. His blue eyes were turning darker with desire now. I think he saw me eye fucking him.

I was brought down from my thoughts from the sound of several throat clearings. I tilted my head to look at the direction of the sound and an awful pain shot down my head. I was in agony I didn't realize I was hurt and more so even if I was, how could I feel so much pain in a dream was beyond me. My face was screwed up in pain. And I felt those arms yet again trying to shield me from everything.

Just then everything rushed back to my head I started to remember walking in an office and to a room, this room. There was a man here in the room back then and I knew him from some of my very intimate dreams, he is sitting right in front of me. I covered my face with my hands, trying not to face the reality of everything and especially not him. My mind was chanting something and something else were coming out of my lips in a rumble of words. While in my mind I was revisiting the heated kiss I shared with this god like man. The only thing came out of my lips were, 'Ohgodohgodohgod…

I felt him trying to remove my hands from my face which I refuse to let go. I heard him then speaking ever so softly to me, 'Miss?'

That's the first time I actually heard him say something. My hands were out of my face looking at him wide eyed. He had so many emotion held in his eyes that I had to back up a little. But the only thing that overpowered everything in him was his concern. The pain was like a tiny bee sting so whenever I tried to move my head it would hurt like hell. I was drowning in his eyes and he was fixated in mine as well when a man asked something to him.

This seemed awfully familiar.

'Ma'am?'

I look up to the sound and this time it felt like my head would split in two. It was hurting more than ever now. Everything started to blur out a little then a faint light surrounded everything like a halo after that a bright light rushed in and everything went black again.

I was sleeping in a dreamless motion. Something was beeping and there was a soothing light in the room. I felt a warm uncomfortable bed beneath me. I still had a faint headache. I wait to sooth in the pain as I start to observe the room. I was in a hospital room. Everything seemed so organized and the hospital had me in one of those hideous gowns. There was a lamp in the bedside and the curtain was half closed letting me know it was dark outside. I had no idea how long I was out for. My eyes shift to find him staring at me. He was watching me and the constant level sound of beeping suddenly picked up its speed, it was beeping like crazy. Someone really needed to fix whatever it was. He abruptly stood up and took some measured steps towards me. I was concentrating on keeping myself sane with the beeping and everything that had happened. I was half sure of being a sane person and half sure of being a mental patient. At this point I didn't know what was happening, but I didn't want to do anything more than I have already done.

He put his hands on top of mine. He was coming closer to me and I could feel my breathing getting high pitched so did the beeping. His lips turned into a smile as he look at me and up towards where the sound was coming from. I followed his eyes to see a monitor going crazy which was now telling my heart rate and right now it was way too high. He was studying my face when I looked back at him. Giving me a reassuring smile he opened and closed his mouth couple of times. I think he wanted to ask me something but didn't.

"Oh god, you are real," the words just flew out of my mouth. He gave me a weak smile and nodded his head. I really didn't know what was happening here, but he was real. I mean I always knew he was real, I just didn't know I would meet him again. And what a meeting it was. Thinking about kissing him so boldly in real and not in my dream caused my face to turn a deep shade of red. The sound of his chuckle was so beautiful. I looked at him again and he took a long breath as he removed his hand, turning around towards the chair where his jacket was. He walked to the chair and picked it up to put on. 'He is leaving me here'. The thought just crushed me, but he didn't really know me. To him I was just someone crazy who launched herself at him attacked him quite brutally and kept him here for god knows how long. Tears were now threatening to spill out of my eyes.

Where was everyone? Why the hell Jason wasn't here? My head was hurting again. He came to my bedside again and this time I looked the other way. But I was forced to look at him when I heard his voice.

"I am Eric Northman."

I blinked couple of times. He was introducing himself and I was gaping at him with my mouth wide open.

"uhmmm… S..Sookie" I stutter a little. I felt so embarrassed. This was never the way I imagined myself to be introduced to him. I didn't lie on a hospital bed looking like…. Oh lord! I must look awful. I was never one of those girls who liked to stay in front of a mirror all day long gushing about their looks, but a comb to go through my hair and a touch of gloss on my lips was now called for. I was brought out of my musing over my looks from the sound of my name from his lips.

"Sookie."

"Sookie.. Sookie."

He said my name a couple of times, like he was trying to figure out how it sounded from his lips. I didn't think my name ever sounded so good until now.

"Sookie?" I nod my head and he gives a smirk which disappears immediately by a smile. I feel like he is trying to control himself from something.

"Sookie, I need to go."

I look down to my hands which was now looking very interesting. I knew he would go. I had no idea what I was expecting here.

"I am really hungry I am going to grab something to eat and come back. Do you want something?"

He placed one of his hands on top of mine. I looked up to see him conflicted between emotions, which I am sure I was too. I shook my head saying I didn't want anything. He removed his hands from mine. He balled up his fingers in a fist then started moving towards the door. I watched him as he walked to the door. Before getting out of the room he turned over to look at me giving me another smile.

"I am going to come back here. Don't worry."

With that he was out of the room. I lay in the hospital bed curled up in a ball trying to figure out what happened. But I have to wait till Eric gets back. He is the only one know what caused me to faint.

Eric.

I say the name couple of time in my mind and try to see how it sounds from my lips.

"Eric."

"Eric Northman."

These two words just became my two most favorite words in the world.

He had a name. From college till now he has been starring in all my fantasies. My subconscious mind had him played as the most perfect man.

It wasn't like I once bumped into him in hallway and that was it. Well that was it, but I really didn't know how and why. But it was him who I have been lusting after, over and over. I remember every little detail of the times I had seen him. At the sports field, on campus. I had seen him a couple of times on campus, but whenever I saw him I would hide or run away. After the bump in the hallway the reaction he had from me was a terrifyingly strange for me. I had never felt the urge to publicly hump anyone. But if we hadn't been interrupted that day I am sure I would have done something to fulfill the urge I had.

Today was actually the first time I was meeting him. If I forget about the hallway and the office of course.

I sighed a little. I had no idea what was I going to say to him. How was I supposed to explain my behavior? I was in my thoughts when a nurse came in. She gave me gentle smile and started to look over the monitors.

"Everything looks fine. The doctor will be here in a while. How are you feeling now, dear?" the nurse asked me with a smile on her face.

"My head still hurts a bit. Do you know what happened?" I looked at her, hoping she would explain.

"You don't remember?"

I shake my head.

"Well as far as we were told, you were in a construction site, didn't have a helmet on, and had an unfortunate accident. A board from the door frame was hanging lose apparently and it came crashing down, hitting your head in the process."

I was speechless. Of all things, I was hit by a board?

"Well good thing you didn't bleed and the paramedics got there in time. You had quite the show for them…."

I was terrified and looking at her wide eyed. She chuckled a little. She patted my hand in reassurance, but I was embarrassed and terrified just to remember it now.

'Oh lord I violated the man in front of people…'

"Don't worry and don't be embarrassed, dear. You just had a traumatic experience and wanted to feel close to the man you love."

If I was red before now I was purple. Why did she assume I loved Eric?

'Because you practically devoured him in front of people and they gossip.' I told myself mentally. My head was now hurting again. Just then a man wearing a white apron walked in the room. He was looking tired and didn't seem to be interested in being here. But he was doing what he was supposed to do like the rest of us. Doing his job.

The doctor was at least six and half feet tall. He was impressively muscular, and his head was hairless. He looked like a genie; maybe he could grant my three wishes. He would have appeared quite natural if he wore a sash and pantaloons. Instead, he was wearing aged black slacks with a plaid shirt and a white apron, the ones doctors usually wore. His nametag said 'Dr. Quinn'. He looked at me for the first time and suddenly he didn't look tired anymore, instead he was forming quite a wolfish grin.

Great. Just great.

"I am Dr. Quinn." He put some extra emphasis on the 'doctor' part. Showoff.

I nodded my head. The nurse gave him a chart which was hanging from the bed in the front. He looked at the chart with that stupid grin. Suddenly his face changed looking at my chart. His grin left his face forming a dark cloud. He furrowed his eyebrows as if he was in some kind of agony. He looked at the nurse, "Are you sure this is the chart for this patient?"

The nurse took the chart looked it over nodding her head saying yes she gave it back to Quinn.

"Umhh…" He was about to say something but was interrupted by my love, according to the nurse.

"I didn't know what you wanted so I …." He stopped his rambling as he saw the two people in the room.

"And you are?" Quinn asked Eric ever so impolitely.

"He is here for her." The nurse confirmed him.

"You know this isn't visiting hour." Quinn snapped at the nurse.

"I want him here." I looked at Eric hoping he would stay. I didn't know what was going on with my reports, but Quinn seemed disturbed by it and I was scared. Eric gave me a warm smile making me feel better already. He walked to the bed and took my small hands in his large ones.

I was becoming fascinated by the way our hands molded each other. I was looking at our hands. Eric's thumb was making small circles on the back of my hand. I sighed in contempt, I didn't even remember there were people and I was about to listen to something bad. My musing was brought to its end with a sound of giggles. The nurse was apparently enjoying our little holding hands thing. But Quinn was definitely not amused. He was shooting draggers at Eric. Eric on the other hand was doing something like marking his territory. He sat down beside me and his other hand draped across my waist bringing me closer to him. I liked the warmth coming from him so I didn't protest to his sudden outburst. But it was quite obvious that he was trying to piss Quinn off and he was make it look like I was his. I would have slapped him if I wasn't scared right now.

"You still haven't answer me, you are?"

"Eric, Eric Northman."

Quinn's eyes went dark with despair so was his features. He looked down to the chart and the nurse was smiling at me and Eric broadly. I had no freaking clue what the hell was going on in here. Then Quinn asked, "Mrs Northman?"

A/N: Dun dun dun.

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