The Revelation
Warning: if you are easily offended by language and pure lust and what it entails, do not read on. If you enjoy this kind of thing… go for it, have a blast.
Bill, Sookie and third person perspective.
Kudos to Alan Ball, HBO and Charlaine Harris for their characters, I own none of them and hand them back unscathed at the end of the story.
Chapter 4
Sookie couldn't breathe. Her heart was pounding and she was shaking. Tara reached out to steady her. 'Are you all right, you have gone white as a sheet?' She couldn't speak; she could only go on staring. When she didn't answer, Tara turned to see what she was looking at that had such a dramatic effect on her. 'Oh fuck….. God dam it' was all Sookie managed to hear Tara mutter under her breath. Tara turned back to her with a comprehending look and gave her a slight push towards the steps. She did not like it but she did understand.
Sookie had not taken her eyes off Bill and he had not moved, his blue eyes had met hers and that was all she could see, sapphires shining in his pale glowing face. She moved towards him unaware of everything around her except the pulsing beat of the hypnotic music and the one person in the entire world she had never expected to see tonight or ever again for that matter. Nothing else existed, he was her entire focus. She was walking through a blur of colour and movement but noticed nothing except that face and those eyes. After what seemed like an eternity she stood at the foot of the steps leading up to where Bill was standing perfectly still looking down at her. Sookie looked up and all she could manage to whisper was 'Where?'
Bill turned slowly and smoothly and although near the entrance to the dance area was packed with patrons, he seemingly glided through the crowd like a skater over ice with her following closely behind. She felt that she could barely manage to walk but somehow she kept up with him. Turning sharply to the right once they were passed the big double doors, Bill had stopped to punch a code into a key pad next to a concealed door that was discreetly hidden behind a cluster of potted palms. It was marked with a shiny brass plaque engraved with "Management Only" marked clearly. Opening the door, Bill passed in before her and she followed him, the door closing silently behind her.
The room they had entered was clearly an office but nothing like the small, cramped and messy space Sam worked in at the back of Merlottes. This was spacious, luxurious and decorated with extremely good taste. The walls were painted in subdued neutral deep beige with matching black, purple and beige plush carpet. All the lamp fittings were black too and complemented the black leather sofas scattered with beige and purple silk cushions that lined two walls. The large desk towards the back of the area stood in front of a huge abstract art work in black, gold and purple tones. Purple she was thinking, that would figure why there was so much in the club, Bill's favourite colour was purple.
The desk itself was neat as a pin with the latest computer equipment housed on it, no paper work here cluttering up pigeon holes, everything would be streamlined and up to date on spreadsheets and stored electronically. Everything was plush, sleek, practical and expensive looking. Even the dimmed lighting emphasised the richness and quality of the room. The music from the dance floor was piped through a sound system and although it was playing at a low level, the erotic tones of the song were filtering through her brain while she tried to take everything else in.
Bill had stepped behind desk and as he did so Sookie took the opportunity to look more closely at him. He had changed. His hair was stylishly cut in a cunning way that showed off his eyes, cheek bones and jaw line to perfection. He too had lost a little weight but he had gained some muscle and he looked more buff, it suited him. The clothes he was wearing were expensive and his well tailored black pants had a bronze shimmer to them, catching the light when he moved. His shirt and black leather jacket clung to his body showing of his new silhouette.
He looked good; he looked more than good, he looked stunning and a sudden rush of lust flooded through her. As he turned to face her she found that she couldn't look him in the eyes, she was overwhelmed with a feeling of guilt and shame for the way she had come to realise she had treated him and she was battling other feelings Bill awoke whenever near to her. She stood there unable to face him. He had not touched her once or made any attempt to.
Bill had been in the office earlier in the evening when he knew…. he felt Sookie's presence close by. Although the blood bond had diminished, he had had a lot of her blood so he could still feel her and even though she may be unaware of it, he was still aware of her emotions in the dim background of his mind, like a memory you try to remember but can never quite place. It is always there in the back of your head nagging at you.
He had tried hard to get on with his work, fighting off the compulsive urge to look for her in the club but as the night wore on his efforts to ignore her presence were rapidly being over come by the burning need to see her, even if it was only from a distance. When he could not take it any longer he gave in and he walked out into the club. Feeling her presence even stronger than before, he left the office and foyer and headed towards the dance area to scan the crowd.
He stopped at the top of the steps seeing Sookie through the crowd of dancers like a golden vision. He remembered he had once spoken to her of the 'magic' that was life, looking at her now he had found that magic again. A chill raced through him when he felt her eyes meet his. It took him all his strength to stand as perfectly still as he could, fighting the impulse to run to her and hold her and tell her how sorry he was for all the wrongs he had done her but he knew he couldn't do that, wouldn't dare do that because he felt so undeserving of her love.
He watched her move towards him fearful of what was to come, dreading what he thought would be further punishment for his misdemeanours. He could feel the turmoil in her mind rolling off her as she approached and yet he could also feel a faint but tangible emotion going through her that he could not identify, something powerful but just out of his grasp of understanding. Then she was standing there in front of him looking up at him and he could not speak. She had simply whispered 'Where?'
Walking back to his office with Sookie following only added to Bill's apprehension plus, being this close to her again had aroused him, she had always had that effect on him and after being apart for so many months he was feeling the need to be with her, inside her, making her his own again.
Once in his office he had moved behind his desk to try to put some distance between them and to give himself a few more precious seconds to try to regain his composure. He was really fighting to control himself now that they were alone and so close. He did not trust himself as he felt his will power crumbling. He could feel her even more now, the blood bond seeming stronger than it had been in so many months. Or maybe that was his imagination, it may simply have been that he knew her as well as she did him and perhaps there was still something left of the intuition lovers and former lovers have for each other.
He wasn't sure, for the first time in his Vampire life he could not discern the source of the emotions he was feeling coming from her …was it the fragments of the blood tie or was this real. He turned and looked at her; she could not look at him. Her cheeks were burning and her head lung low, unable to meet his gaze.
'Sookie', Bill whispered in the voice that had melted her heart countless times before and sent thrills through her core to her inner most soul. 'Sookie look at me' he said again, not commanding her but compelling her. He felt the unmistakable wave of desire burn through her and his blood pounded as her eyes slowly drifted up from the floor lingering for just a fleeting moment on his groin before blazing to his eyes.
With Vampire speed he was standing inches away from her. She had worn her hair swept back to one side with a golden clip pinning it back and with a sense of déjà vu not lost on either of them Bill rasped 'take your clip out'. Her hair falling around her shoulders he simply asked 'May I?' Sookie gently nodded and Bill lent in to softly inhale the perfume of her hair and skin. 'I can smell sunlight on your skin' he gasped as the intoxicating scent of her awakened memories of another time, the first time that they had stood as innocents to each other in his front yard under the shimmering moonlight. Then gently as she had done before, placing her hand on his neck, she drew him in to kiss him. Their lips barely skimmed at first, teasing and provoking to build the anticipation, sending electric sparks through them both and both trying to hold back the moment.
Unable to suppress himself any longer, Bills fangs clicked into place. Sookie let out a small groan at the sound that had meant so much pleasure to her in the past. Their kiss became an exploration of tongues, their bodies moulding together wreathing as one with passion. As Sookie's dress was backless she merely shrugged it off her shoulders to leave it in a golden pool at her feet, their embrace unbroken.
The feel of her bare skin so soft to his touch was almost more than Bill could take and with their bodies undulating in unison, Bill was in danger of losing control completely and doing something he hadn't done since he was thirteen when he had seen his future wife Caroline skinny dipping in the local creek and he had come in his pants. He was so close to spilling his seed and he could feel Sookie as close to coming as he was.
Sookie could not hold back for much longer. The click of Bill's fangs had made her so wet, the silky milk flooding her with each throb of her being. Taking Bills hand she placed it on her mound and reached for his manhood. As she touched him, it seemed to leap with a life of its own and he let out a groan. Through her touch she could feel how much Bill wanted and needed her, she had never known him to be this big or hard, as though all the months of want had built up to this very moment. As Bill touched her with his long sensuous fingers, she rubbed against him riding hard, her own fingers stroking him with increased passion. Gasping in unison they flew together reaching a soaring peak of ecstasy they had not previously experienced and clung to one another standing against each other for support. This was real, there had been no blood but there had been forgiveness mixed with the madness of desire from them both.
They stood there still embracing and panting for a few minutes, neither of them in control of their emotions enough to speak. Gently Bill took Sookie's hand and led her over to the abstract painting on the rear wall, moving it slightly to one side to expose another keypad. After punching numbers in at Vamp speed the painting slid back to reveal a hidden doorway concealing a sumptuously decorated light tight bedroom with en-suite.
Unlike the office with its subtle beige tones this room was all Bill. Shades of aubergine decorated the walls and ceiling, the rich hues complementing the tapestries hung on either side of the opposing walls to the left and right of the doorway. A modern version of a chaise lounge made of the softest cream coloured leather stood against the wall to the left, draped with a purple and gold silk throw rug but it was the huge bed with a black leather headboard that was the focus of the whole room. Covered in a damask bed spread, layers of feather soft cushions splashed randomly, the bed looked the ultimate in comfort.
This was nothing like their bedroom full of heavily carved solid wood furniture at Bills home. This was a reflection of the new Bill standing before her and Sookie liked it a lot, it was exciting, like unwrapping a beautifully wrapped present on Christmas day knowing that if the wrapping was this exquisite the gift inside was sure going to please. With this thought Sookie almost giggled out loud and the excitement she had just experienced began to build in her again.
Bill pointed to the doorway off to the right of the entrance 'The bathroom has anything you may require right now' he said 'and it has a spa and double shower we may need later' he added, eyes smouldering and a tiny crease of a smirk delicately curling the corners of his mouth. He felt the surge running through her at his words; his body instantly responding to hers.
Taking the golden morsel of a gown Sookie had picked up from the floor as they walked in, Bill laid it delicately across the lounge. Fingering it gently and in quiet reflection he said 'I will never forget how you looked standing there tonight. The golden light shines from you and within you. You are my light and my love. All has been darkness for me without you,' blood tears suddenly streaking his face. Sookie was immediately by his side, her hand against his lips shushing him, wiping away his tears as her tears streaked down her face. 'I love you Bill Compton. Even when I hated you I loved you. It has taken what has happened to make me see, your words that night burned through me until I finally saw the truth in them and now I can say to you that I love you for who you are and not what you are. I understand the meaning of that now'.
'Sookie there are things that I want to tell you, I need to tell you the truth and it will be the whole truth. I never want to keep anything from you again even if it means you will know things that may be of danger to you. I understand now that half of our problems came from me trying to protect you and that made you feel inadequate as a person. I promise I will always be honest with you but you must promise me that you will trust my judgement when it comes to your protection'.
'Bill I do promise but not now, not tonight, don't speak of it. Tonight I just want to be with you, close out the past and the future and just have us and this moment. And I want to make up for what we've been missing for the last three months, two weeks and what ever days it's been' she blushed. 'Why Miss Stackhouse, I do believe you are being very forward with me, and seeing that all you are wearing is that tiny piece of black lace, I think that I may help start moving the proceedings along a little'. 'Bill Compton, don't you dare' but before she could finish her sentence Bill had reached down and in one swift movement he had ripped her panties off, throwing them with considerable abandonment across the room. Sweeping her into his arms she found herself lying on the bed in one swift breath taking move, with Bill quick as lightening flinging off his clothes.
He stood at the foot of the bed letting her look at him. He knew from past experience that Sookie revelled in 'checking him out' so to speak. He was not being vain; he knew this to be the truth by the quickening of her heart beat. He stood looking at her lying on the bed, soft, beautiful and totally wanting him. He watched her stare at him and felt the rush of exquisite milk bathing her as his manhood hardened to attention. Her breathe was quickening rapidly and her nipples had now tightened to raspberry mounds begging to be sucked. When she began to stroke her self it was more than Bill could bare 'Sookie, spread your legs for me'. The mere sound of his voice saying something so un Bill like from his usually conservative lips, sent shudders of electric silk coursing through Sookies veins and scooting forward to the edge of the bed she wrapped her legs around him. Bill plunged forward, the thrust of his movement sending them sliding up the bed. Wildly kissing, frantically touching, licking, sucking and thrusting hard into each other, it was as though they could not get enough and would never be able to get enough of each other. Nothing could make up for the time they had been apart. Bill knew she was close to coming and he could not hold back much longer as each thrust became deeper, hitting that special place of ecstasy within in her.
'Sookie I am going to come' he urgently panted. At his words she tilted her head to expose the pulsing vein in her neck.
To be continued…..
