I own nothing to do with True Blood, clearly. Lol.
Chapter Seven
I was panting loudly as if I had only just gotten some sudden vigorous exercise. My heart was pounding in my ears, I couldn't control the light-headedness that swept over me all of a sudden, and along with his words and the way he peered up at me, lifting his head from between my legs, smiling triumphantly like he had only just won a medal, I crumbled and burst without warning. Before I knew it, I was shaking, but not for any good reason. Looking ashamed with himself, he bent over me to help me clumsily in pulling up my underwear and shorts again, assisting me with putting myself back to rights.
I think he could tell by my unexpected burst of reaction that I was having a mental breakdown of some kind.
"Fuck," he breathed nervously, when it slowly dawned onto him my reaction was all tears. I heard him sigh loudly as he got back to his feet. Then he sat down next to me gently on the couch silently, and I felt so ashamed, because the tears wouldn't seem to stop. Last thing I wanted was to seem weak and cry in front of him. I didn't even know why I was crying. I guess I felt overwhelmed by what just happened; I certainly couldn't say I was expecting him to do that anytime soon. I didn't even know men did something like that to women. "Talk to me," he coaxed softly. "Tell me what's wrong here. I never meant to upset you by doing that to you, just then. Believe me; upsetting you was the very last thing I wanted. I only wanted to make you feel good." And he had. He definitely had made me feel good. And that was what was so wrong about it.
I covered my hands over my face so I didn't have to endure looking at him. It was embarrassing. I could feel my hands trembling as I rubbed around my forehead with my fingers, stressed. "I wasn't expecting that," I wailed apprehensively. "It just surprised me. I mean, one moment we were kissing, and then you did... that." I couldn't even begin to find the words to explain.
"You were sexually aroused, just then. It's perfectly natural to enjoy it," he said gently over to me. "Your reaction was completely natural. Most people do enjoy it. I enjoyed it myself. It isn't something to feel embarrassed about."
I let my hands slowly fall from my face to stare at him blankly. He enjoyed it himself? What? I couldn't imagine anyone enjoying doing that to a person. He reached over and touched my cheek. He licked his lips and ran his thumb over the underneath of my wet and puffy eyelids, willing my tears away.
"You enjoy putting your mouth on somebody so intimately," I murmured flatly. "How can somebody enjoy doing that to another person?" I was royally shocked and filled with disbelief. Peculiarly enough, he looked completely sincere. He even licked around his lips, as if savouring the taste of me down there, and shrugged at me unapologetically.
"I did enjoy it, Sookie." There was nothing but absolute sincerity in his eyes and in his expression. "The taste of your cunt, especially."
Giving my shoulders a bit of a shake to get firm grasp onto my emotions, I sat up straighter on his couch, facing him. "You overwhelm me," I confessed almost inaudibly, batting my tears away with my palms quickly.
He seemed surprised by that.
He stared at me, blinking in a somewhat bewildered way. "Well, I'm sorry about that." A nervous, short laugh got caught in his throat. His lips tightened gravely as he looked down into the direction of the rug decorating his floor. "I am not what some may consider a bad man, Miss. Fiery. I hope you will let me show you that, in time. The minute you stop resisting me, the precise instance you yield to me, the happier you will be with me."
I felt terrible all over again for judging him so quickly.
"Eric, I need a drink," a woman's dry voice suddenly called out from somewhere in his apartment, and I gasped, shocked. I had thought we were alone? He lived with someone? Jesus, did she know what he just did to me? A woman came rushing into the room, and she looked roughly around his age, give or take a few years. She was dressed immaculately in a pink suit, consisting of a blouse and ruffled mini-skirt. Her long blond hair was shiny and super straight. "Oh, shit." She stopped stock-still as it occurred to her he wasn't alone and that he had me sitting with him. "Whoops. I didn't realize you had company. My mistake."
She went to leave, but Eric cleared his throat and stopped her. "Pamela, this is Sookie. Sookie, this is my friend Pamela," he introduced us with a nervous edge in his voice, gesturing with his hand over to the woman, then back to me awkwardly.
The woman pursed her bright red lipstick covered lips. It seemed to enhance her pale, clear skin tone. She placed her hands on her hips and looked me up and down. I fought back a nervous wiggle. "That's Sookie?"
"Yes." Eric nodded. "She's Sookie." He sounded a bit annoyed.
Without warning, she broke out into a fluid foreign language. She raised a finger at me and shook it at me as words spewed from her mouth rapidly. I felt rather out-of-place, as I didn't know what she was saying to him. But somehow, she knew all about me. That's Sookie, as if he had been waiting for me all along. He had talked to her about me, and according to the way her reaction was to the sight of me, she didn't find me at all like what she was expecting. Eric said something to her in response underneath his breath flawlessly in the language, and then she left to head into another room. The sound of her high heels clicking against the floor trailed her out.
"I'm sorry about all of that, Sookie," Eric said after a moment, slipping effortlessly into English again. "Pamela was meant to be out for the night. I didn't think she would be here. Apparently she doesn't like going out for a drink alone; She prefers me to be with her."
I gave him a tight-lipped smile. "It's fine. I never understood what either one of you were saying anyway. I don't know any other languages, but English."
Amusement flickered in his eyes. Then he got to his feet. "I'll take you home," he said, sounding as if he was really eager to. So, without another word, I got to my feet. I felt a bit shaken and I staggered a few steps, but I regained my balance quickly. I watched him as he stretched down to grab his glass of red wine. He drained it all in an entire mouthful, and I tried to look reproaching as he placed the then empty glass back onto the small table.
"Alcohol is not very good, when you're planning to drive somebody home," I murmured underneath my breath. "What happens if we get pulled over by the nightly police and they put you under the breathalyser?"
"Ah, but it isn't alcohol," he said with a tiny, mischievous smile. His eye-teeth looked a lot more prominent than usual.
It threw me off unexpectedly; His answer to that. If it wasn't red wine, what on earth was it? "What is it, then?" I asked suspiciously.
He shook his head gently, as if to dismiss that question. He walked me out of the house again with a hand over my shoulder. He opened the door to his car for me yet again, and closed it up on me. On the drive to my Grandmother's house, it was still and silent. I guess neither one of us knew what to talk about. The silence progressed as we dawdled towards the porch once we arrived home. It was lit, which told me Gran was still awake and waiting on my arrival home. We both turned to look at each other at about the same time, and he stepped a bit closer to me. I knew his intentions at once.
"Goodnight, Sookie," he said, reaching up to push a stray tendril of my hair behind my earlobe that had fallen out-of-place from my tight ponytail. I almost shuddered. Then he bent down and pressed a chaste, soft kiss into my lips. I felt it all the way down to my toes.
"Night, Eric," I whispered back, flushed. He smiled up at me, standing around and waiting, as I stepped up the porch and slipped inside. Closing my eyes tightly, I leaned my forehead against the wood. So much for fighting him off. I was royally screwed.
