A/N: I would like to thank everybody for their reviews, both good and bad. I know that I have been extremely slow in updating chapters on my stories and I appreciate that you're all still with me. While I've been waiting for my muse to come back, I've been making my costume for the ComicCon 2011 Masquerade. If all goes well I'll be the only one with this dress. That's the only clue you're getting. On with the show…
Sookie's POV:
"Eric you didn't need to get me anything. This trip is already taking up your time." He pulled me up off the couch with a smirk on his face.
"What's the point of living forever if you can't enjoy yourself? There's a different mentality on time-management for vampires than humans Sookie." I pondered this for a moment. Vampires do have that nifty ability to do things ten times as fast. Then there's the whole downtime thing.
"I suppose that makes sense. I am curious to see what my surprise is." He told me to close my eyes. Eric took a hold of my hands in his large cool ones and led me from the living room to somewhere with cold wood flooring. I heard the flick of a light switch and then saw the light through my eyelids, though it was sort of dim. That's just the sort of lighting that vampires prefer with their perfect vision. To them it was convenient to use dimmer lights; to me it was just a headache waiting to happen. At least I had vampire blood to offset any possible migraines in the near future.
"Alright you can open them now." Nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of me. Eric was still naked except for my Merlotte's apron. I had forgotten that I was in my uniform when he abducted me so I had no doubt that was my apron. I couldn't really get mad at him for using it when his award winning ass was sticking out the back.
"Eric, what the hell are you doing in my apron?" I tried to say it forcefully, like I had some authority, but I completely failed. Probably all that drool was getting caught in my throat. Eric smiled innocently. Damn smug vampire.
"I'm going to make my lover breakfast." Only Eric could take a sentence about breakfast and make it an innuendo. I was catching flies at the prospect of him boiling water let alone cooking an entire breakfast for me. Maybe he was just going to make cereal or something easy like that? He walked over to the wall and pushed in a panel to reveal a well-stocked pantry that could probably feed a family of four for a month. The question flashed past my mind an instant later. How long was he planning this trip to last? Before I could ask, he announced the morning special.
"French toast with bacon and eggs and freshly squeezed orange juice. I thought that you would probably want some coffee so I made sure to bring some beans from Columbia with me. Bobby said that it was the perfect blend. If you don't like it, I brought a few backup selections as well."
Hmm, I got the strong impression that Eric would be very displeased with Bobby if I didn't like the coffee. I wasn't really fancy on coffee. I usually just buy a big canister with the coffee already ground up. I was impressed that Eric had taken the time to research the topic of breakfast so thoroughly. Then again, he never does anything half-assed. The literal translation of that thought made me smile inwardly.
"You just sit down and I'll take care of everything."
He moved with grace and precision around the kitchen as if he had been there his whole life. He set out one bowl that he cracked three eggs in then carefully dipped slices of French bread into the bowl. After he got the bread was put on the skillet he began to whisk more eggs in a bowl, adding a splash of milk with pinches of salt and pepper for seasoning. I could hardly believe what I was witnessing. Eric Northman, Sheriff of Area Five, was making me breakfast. He turned around to cook the bacon and eggs in different pans and my senses went into overload. The sight of his rear combined with the smell of bacon sizzling in the pan made me tingle in all the right places.
I must have spaced out, because he was now laying a gorgeous plate of food in front of me along with a steaming mug of coffee. "I almost forgot I need to make you some orange juice."
"No honey this is fantastic just how it is."
"Very well, would you prefer syrup or powdered sugar on your French toast?"
"Powdered sugar, please." Before he could get two steps I slapped his ass playfully. He didn't really seemed surprised since he probably heard it coming, but that didn't stop the growl that issued forth from his chest. He came back with the powdered sugar kneeled down next to me so he could whisper in my ear.
"You could have told me if you were still hungry for anything else lover. As I understand it, it's the chef's job to make sure the customer is…" One of his hands slowly slid up my thigh getting closer to the juncture between my legs. "Satisfied."
I almost choked on my coffee. "Eric, I" He interrupted me by placing his finger to my lips.
"You should eat Lover. You'll need your strength." He walked away quickly to start cleaning up the kitchen, which I was pretty sure was something he considered as being beneath him.
I mused after swallowing a bite of egg, "Don't you usually have servants for that sort of thing? I thought you didn't do any sort of manual labor?" He smiled while washing the skillet.
"I was completely serious when I said that there will be no interruptions on this trip. Just because I usually prefer not to get my hands dirty it does not mean that I can't. It's actually odd to be washing something that doesn't have blood on it."
"Oh, just wait till Pam hears about this. She'll be teasing you for weeks for being so whipped."
"I haven't had the pleasure of being whipped by you yet Sookie. You can if you'd like to." Woah. That was NOT what I meant. I brought over my empty plate to the sink to show him how much I had enjoyed the result of his efforts.
"Eric, it's just an expression. I'm not suggesting actually whipping you."
"Why not, Dearest?" He was trying his best to give me puppy dog eyes.
"That's just not something I'm comfortable doing Eric. I'm not at all kinky… well, besides the whole biting thing." He started to stalk closer towards me with a mischievous look in his eye. Crap. I could feel my fight or flight response kicking in.
"So you're admitting that you enjoy a little bit of pain with your pleasure?"
"Well, yes … I suppose, but wait. What are you suggesting, Eric?"
"I am suggesting maybe introducing you to a similar kind of pleasure. I've already been a chef today. I wouldn't a little teacher/student role playing. What do you think Lover?"
"I've never really had any positive experiences with teachers before. They would get scared of me as soon as they realized I could read their minds." I knew that I was going off on some self pitying tangent, but I just couldn't help the lack of mind to mouth communication. Before I could curse the former, the latter was agreeably occupied by Eric's tongue. I could feel him willing me to accept his offer.
"I'm sure you would make the perfect 'teacher's pet.'" He pushed a strand of my hair back behind my ear, cupping my cheek in the palm of his hand. We stared at each other with a shared intensity that resulted with me resorting to comic relief.
"Does that make you Professor Plenty?"
Instead of bothering to reply, he picked me up and carried me over one shoulder, making his way back to the bedroom at vampire speed. He playfully dropped me down on the bed then disappeared inside the closet searching for something. When he came back, I noticed he had taken off the apron and was now donning nothing but an expensive looking pair of slacks and a red silk tie. He pulled a rather large black bag out from behind him and carefully placed it on the floor. After pretending to check his watch for the time and smoothing his tie against his alabaster chest, he looked around the room, before his eyes settled on me, and spoke in a commanding tone.
"Welcome to Introduction to Sadomasochism. I am Professor Gracious Plenty. If you're looking for Kama Sutra, that will be down the hall. Please take a seat Miss Stackhouse. Class is in session."
A/N: Yep, I know I'm awful to leave you all there. I think I'm going to need to write a very long chapter. It might be awhile since I'll be busy doing some… research. Let me know what you thought of this chapter or if you have any suggestions on where I should start on the next one.
Love,
PIP
