Master and Apprentice
AU/AH/OOC
Chapter 7: I'm Dreaming of a Lemony Christmas
A/N: This is VERY lemony. I actually started giggling and blushing when I wrote it. Enjoy!
SPOV
When Eric arrived the next night, Gran had me in the kitchen elbow deep in homemade cornbread batter. Apparently, she thought it was important for Eric to see me in the kitchen; she really was old fashioned. I had corn meal everywhere, my hands were covered in goopy egg and I reeked of buttermilk and bacon grease. Any good southern girl knows you can't make cornbread without a cured cast-iron skillet and bacon grease.
Gran and I decided to make a big pot of chili to go along with the cornbread as well as pound cake for dessert. I'd been slaving away in that kitchen from the minute I walked in from work. I really wanted to go upstairs, shower and change clothes before Eric got there, but Gran wouldn't have any of it. At least I got my stubbornness honestly.
"Well, what do we have here?" I heard Eric say from the kitchen door.
I looked up from my skillet to see the most beautiful man staring back at me with a lop-sided grin on his face. He was wearing those lovely low-slung distressed dark denim jeans, and a very fitted ice blue v-neck sweater that matched his beautiful eyes. He wore his hair down and all I could think about was fisting my hands through his blonde locks.
"Hey Eric. Gran and I are making chili, cornbread, and pound cake for dinner, I hope that's okay?"
He walked over to the stove to appreciate my handy-work and greeted me with a chaste kiss on the lips. Yum.
"If you're making it, I'll eat it Sookie. Is there anything I can do to help?" I started to tell him he could set the table, but Gran quickly stopped me.
"Eric, dear, why don't you grab yourself a beer from the fridge and have a seat on the sofa? Susannah and I will finish up in here."
Eric looked at me with a raised eyebrow, oh that eyebrow, and then looked back to Gran.
"Mrs. Stackhouse, are you sure there's nothing I can do to help?"
"No, son, that's quite alright. Now scoot." Did she really just tell Eric to scoot? Yes, yes she did.
Once Eric was out of the kitchen, Gran said, "Susannah, I do believe that is the finest behind I have ever seen on a man. Your grandfather had a beautiful behind, but I think Dr. Northman may have him beat."
I think I turned every shade of both red and pink. Gran was really smitten with Eric.
"Gran, shhhhh… he'll hear you."
"So what if he does, dear? He's beautiful. You need to do everything you can to snatch him up quick." I should have known this was why she ushered him out of the kitchen. Lord.
"There will be no 'snatching,' Gran. We like each other and whatever happens, happens."
"Suse, don't be so blasé about this young man. Someone is liable to come along and take him right out from under your nose. You need to be aggressive in your pursuit. You need to keep him happy, if you know what I mean." OH MY GOSH! She did not just say that to me, did she?
"Gran, please. He's my mentor teacher. We have to be very cautious and we've agreed to take it slow." I could tell by the grimace on her face that she did not like that.
"Susannah Elizabeth, you listen to me and you listen to me good. Slow will not get you married, young lady."
"Why does everything always have to be about marriage? We've only gone on one date, Gran!"
I was about to lose my cool, when Eric came in to see if everything was alright. He must have heard us from the living room.
"Ladies, are you sure there's nothing I can do to help?" I wanted to say, yes, get me out of here, but I couldn't do that to Gran. I'd just have to suck it up and get over it.
"No, Eric, we're actually ready to eat. Thanks for asking though." I gave him a warm smile, but I know he knew something was off. You could've cut the tension in the room with a knife. Gran was frustrated with me and I was very irritated with her; she had to stop trying to marry me off.
We all set down to the table for a wonderful, yet extremely awkward dinner. I felt terrible for Eric. We made small talk the entire time, but all of us were pretty silent the entire meal. This was not going well at all. I expected Eric to get up and run for the door at any minute, but he stayed and ate two bowls of chili and half of the corn bread. Well, at least he knew I could cook.
After dinner, Gran insisted that Eric and I start getting the Christmas décor out of the attic, while she did the dishes. I was so relieved to finally have some alone time with Eric. Once we got upstairs, I sat down on the floor and patted a spot next to me. Eric walked over a sat down on the floor, extending those gorgeous long legs out in front of him. He really was straight out the pages of GQ gorgeous.
I leaned over and laid my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around my waist. He felt so good and he smelled even better; like Cool Water, Axe, and everything manly.
"Sorry about dinner." I didn't know what else to say; I was at a total loss for words.
"What do you mean, it was wonderful?" Really, Eric, really? Why was he being so polite?
"Eric, come on, we're alone. You can't tell me that that wasn't the most awkward situation you've ever been put in?" I tilted my head up to look at him and he kissed me softly on the lips. Maybe we'll just stay in the attic all night.
"Sookie, it was a little weird, but it's okay. What happened in there?" So what do I tell him? I guess the truth. If last night was any indication, there would be no room for lies in this relationship. I sighed, and turned so I was facing him.
"Gran was just telling me that I should 'snatch' you up before someone else takes you and then she encouraged me to 'keep you happy.'" I cast my eyes down to the floor after I was finished; I was so embarrassed and I just couldn't look at him.
Eric reached over and brought my chin up with his hand. He looked deep into my eyes and said, "I'm not going anywhere, okay? You don't have to worry about that. I'm not sure what this is, but that's something I want to figure out together."
I searched his face for any type of dishonesty, but his eyes spoke the truth. Those gorgeous blues eyes were the pathways to his soul and I was totally lost in them. Without hesitation, I launched myself at him. I straddled those long legs, grabbed two fists full of that beautiful blonde hair and placed one hell of a kiss on him.
I must have stunned him, because he didn't respond at first. He pulled back for a minute and searched my face, mirroring my previous actions. Then, he kissed me softly of the forehead, both of my cheeks, my lips and then all hell broke loose. He was lying flat on the floor and I was on top of him. Our kiss was heated, wet and full of passion. Clashing lips and battling tongues searching every crevice of each other's mouths. His hands moved from my face, to my ponytail, releasing the band that held my hair so tightly, then down to my shoulders and finally to my breasts. When his large hands cupped both of my breasts, my nipples immediately hardened under his touch, and I started grinding against his very hard erection, positioned exactly where I wanted him most. I was essentially dry-humping my mentor teacher in my attic. Nice.
Right when his hands started to venture the hem of my shirt Gran called out, "Susannah, Eric, do y'all need my help?"
I muttered every expletive that came to mind and then called out, "No, Gran, we just… umm… we just wanted to make sure we were getting the right boxes!"
"Dear, they're all labeled 'Christmas.'" Shit, she was right, they were.
With that, I reluctantly removed myself from Eric, put my shirt to rights, pulled my hair back up, and began stacking boxes by the attic stairs.
One look at Eric splayed out on the floor, fully erect, and I completely lost it. We were both laughing so hard that we had tears streaming down our faces. I hadn't laughed that hard in years, and it felt great.
"Sookie, umm… you want to take the first few boxes down, I'm gonna need a minute or twelve?"
I started laughing again and when I finally caught my breath I said, "Of course, and I'm really sorry about attacking you."
"I already told you to never apologize for 'attacking' me, but we will finish this party later." Oh hell. His voice had that low sexual tone that made me want to lose my panties, and there wasn't one hint of sarcasm in that statement. I was so screwed. Well, hopefully, at least.
"Yes, sir, Dr. Northman." He gave me a menacing look with that statement. I guess I know what name I'd be calling out later. He really seemed to like the whole 'Dr. Northman' bit.
"Sookie, get that sexy ass downstairs before I finish what you started." Gulp. I saluted him with a wink and made my way down the steps.
It took us a good two hours to get the tree up and decorated, the stockings hung, the garland placed, and the wreathes hung. When we were finished, we were all exhausted, especially Eric. He'd done all of the heavy lifting, poor guy.
Gran went into the kitchen to make hot chocolate to go with our pound cake and I couldn't help but giggle at the word 'chocolate' remembering what Eric had done with a certain soufflé the previous night.
The final part of decorating at the Stackhouse's was always watching 'White Christmas.' So, once Gran returned with our dessert, we all settled into the living room to watch the Bing Crosby classic. Eric sat at one end of the sofa with his legs propped up on the coffee table and I snuggled up right next to him with my legs thrown across his lap. I grabbed the throw off the back of the sofa to cover us up.
Gran passed out and started snoring before they even arrived in Vermont; this was part of the tradition too. I seriously doubted she'd seen the entire movie since I was a little girl. I walked over to her recliner and told her to just go on to bed. She smiled warmly at us, kissed me goodnight and with a knowing look she was off.
I settled back into Eric's lap and was so relieved to finally be alone with him. I knew Gran wouldn't dare interrupt us after the conversation we had earlier and I had an idea. The funny thing about me is that even though I've only been with one man in my 22 years, and I obviously have very limited sexual experience, there is nothing I enjoy more than pleasing a man. Bill only allowed me to please him once or twice; he thought it was degrading to women. Every time I tried, he would tell me that he'd rather 'just have sex.' Yipee. Fun for me. Missionary sex that does nothing for me; can't wait.
The thing is that I love being in control. It actually pushes all of my buttons to know that I have total control over a man with nothing but my hand and my mouth. So, that's what I would do. I would see if the very experienced Dr. Eric Northman could handle not being in control for once.
EPOV
When I walked into Sookie's my nose was immediately filled with the scent of chili and cornbread. I'm not originally from the states, but after living in Georgia for the past eight years, I've grown quite accustomed to these southern winter staples.
Sookie looked as sexy as hell in the kitchen. Her faced was flushed with the heat from the stove, she had flour and corn meal all over her and she even had two white handprints on her ass from where she'd obviously wiped her hands. Her hair was still up from work and I was so tempted to walk over to her, let her hair down and rub myself all over her. I decided the more gentlemanly thing to do would be to give her a quick kiss on the lips and see if she needed any help.
Gran quickly silenced my offer of help by instructing me to grab a beer and have a seat in the living room. And, when I say instructing, I'm not kidding. She actually told me to 'scoot.' I wouldn't have 'scooted' for anyone else but Mrs. Stackhouse; that woman was pretty scary when she wanted to be. I went out into the living room and turned on the news, but decided it was just too depressing, so I sat in silence instead. Well, it started out silent. Pretty soon I heard arguing from the kitchen and I thought I heard Sookie yell something about marriage. Shit, what did her Gran say to her to get her that upset?
I decided to go into the kitchen in an attempt to rescue Sookie. I offered my assistance again, but Sookie told me we were ready to eat. Dinner was extremely awkward. We all ate without speaking, which I could tell was not the norm for Stackhouse dinners. Obviously something bad had gone down between these two strong-willed women. I would never want to be in the middle of that.
The lack of conversation didn't take anything away from dinner. The chili and cornbread were definitely the best I'd ever eaten. I probably shouldn't have eaten as much as I did, but I was trying to pay them both a compliment in an attempt to ease the tension.
When Gran finally broke the silence to ask us to go up to the attic to get the decorations, I did my best to suppress an audible sigh. That was the longest dinner in the history of the world. I followed Sookie up the steps and into the attic. I watched her as she sat Indian-style on the floor and then motioned for me to sit next to her.
After I sat down next to her, she laid that beautiful blonde head on my shoulder and I was suddenly intoxicated by the magnificent smell of Sookie. Even though she'd been in the kitchen all day, she still smelled of summer vacation.
She tried to apologize for how uncomfortable dinner was, and at first I tried to play it off like I didn't notice, but she wouldn't have any of that. I agreed that it was a little unusual, and then asked her why. She told me that Gran told her to keep me 'happy.' Wow, you never know what to expect with these genteel southern women, now do you?
Sookie looked very uncomfortable and almost sad; she wouldn't look at me. I felt the need to lay it all out for her. I told that I wasn't going anywhere and that we would work through this together. She finally looked deep into my eyes. I felt like she was searching my soul. The moment was intense and overwhelming. I was so lost in the depth of her big baby blues that I didn't even see what was coming.
She literally attacked me and I mean jumped me. Her legs were on either side of mine, her hands were roughly tugging at my hair and she laid the mother of all kisses on me. I was so shocked that I didn't totally respond at first.
I searched her face for permission for what I was about to do and then I put everything I had into the most intense kiss of my life. We were devouring each other's mouths with a fervent passion. I quickly rid her of her ponytail, moving my hands through her hair and down her body.
When I reached those breasts I'd been dying to touch for days, I latched onto them for dear life. They were the most magnificent breasts I have ever felt. They were huge, yet soft and firm at the same time; they were perfect. When her nipples hardened under my fingers I almost lost my load. What they hell was this woman doing to me? I am Eric Northman, orgasm king, which also means that I do not blow my load after simply touching a girl's boobs.
I was so lost in finally touching her that I didn't notice she was grinding on my now painfully hard dick. This sweet little southern belle was dry-humping me in her attic surrounded by Christmas decorations.
When Gran yelled upstairs to see if we needed help and Sookie responded that we were just making sure to get the right boxes, I knew we were screwed. We had to get moving and fast and I was in no position to go down stairs at the moment.
Sookie took one look at me laid out on the floor with a giant tent in my pants and we both lost our shit. The sound of her laugh was the most beautiful noise I'd ever heard; she was an enchantress.
I asked Sookie to take the first few boxes down so I could attempt to will my ridiculous hard-on away. Damn this girl had me ridding of hard-ons left and right. She was going to have to do something about this soon or I was going to have blue balls for the rest of my life.
After everything was decorated, Sookie and I cuddled up together on the couch as Gran went to make up hot chocolate and slice up the pound cake they'd baked earlier. It felt so perfect sitting with Sookie on her couch under a warm blanket. I could sit this way with her forever. Everything was so perfect and so right. We all settled in to watch 'White Christmas,' which was apparently part two in the Stackhouse decorating tradition and soon Mrs. Stackhouse was snoring away in her recliner. Sookie got up and told her goodnight and Gran gave her an odd look that I'd have to ask her about later.
We were finally alone, it was Friday night and neither one of us had anywhere to go. This evening couldn't possibly get any better, or so I thought.
Sookie reached over and turned the volume of the movie up and then gave me this really seductive look as she ducked her head under the blanket. What the hell was she doing? Oh shit. She was doing that. Sookie reached her hand into the waistband of my pants and I quickly jutted my hips out to give her more room. She removed the blanket so I could watch her undo my belt, button, and zipper with her teeth. How in the hell did she do that? I thought this girl didn't have any experience. Once my pants were completely undone, she slowly slid them down my legs. She gasped when she realized I'd gone commando.
"Do you usually make a habit out of going commando, Dr. Northman?" Damn it. When she called me 'Dr. Northman' it made me want to come instantly. Fuck.
"Umm… yeah," was all I managed to get out. Way to go. Real smooth. Where did this pussy come from and what did he do with Dr. Eric Northman, sex aficionado.
With that brilliant response, she firmly grabbed my dick at the base and placed her hot, little, wet mouth over the tip. She very painstakingly took me into her mouth inch by inch. When she had most of me in her mouth, she moved her hand and lips up and down in one synchronous motion, while her free hand firmly gripped and pulled on my balls. This girl was an expert and she led me to believe she was clueless. Right.
"Fuck… Sookie… you're killing me… shit." All coherent sentences were gone. I was putty in her hands.
She would bring me right to the edge and then stop over and over and over again until I thought I was going to die. Every now and then she would make eye contact with me and I thought I was going to come undone.
"Sookie, please…"
"Please what, what do want? Tell me what you want." Vixen. Fucking sex-kitten.
"I want to come for you, please let me come."
"Are you begging, Dr. Northman?" Yes, I was begging, I was fucking pleading.
"Yes."
With that omission, Sookie took every last inch of me into her amazing mouth and deep-throated the hell out me. When she hummed causing her throat to vibrate around me, I lost it.
"God… Sookie… yes… ahhhhhhh!"
She swallowed every last drop I gave her and then released me from her brilliant hands and mouth. She sat back on the sofa, and when our eyes met she gave me a very seductive smile.
"Sookie… that was… there are no words." She laid her head back on my shoulder and covered us back up with the blanket. I ran one of my hands through her hair and then grabbed the back of her neck, firmly pressing my lips to hers. We kissed lazily until the movie cut off and the screen went dark.
When I was finally regained the use of my legs, I stood up to right my clothes and Sookie smacked the hell out of my ass. I looked down at her sitting there looking all innocent on the sofa and asked, "What was that for?"
"Oh, you just have a really, really nice ass and I couldn't help it." I sat back down on the sofa and she once again curled up next to me. I placed my hand on her thigh, rubbing small concentric circles up and down as we talked.
"Thank you, I guess. That's an odd compliment, Miss Stackhouse."
"You can't tell me that out of all the girls you have sex with none of them have ever had an affinity for your ass?"
"Well, no, they usually appreciate another body part more." I watched as her face flushed with color. Now I was back in the game.
"Which part would that be?" And, back out of the game. This girl was killing me.
"Umm… the part you just spent so much time enjoying." Stuttering. I was stuttering.
"Yes, that part is nice too, but I've yet to enjoy it." Fuck. Was that a challenge?
"Are you challenging me, Sookie?" She looked down for a minute, biting that gorgeous bottom lip and then back up into my eyes.
"Yeah, I guess I am. You have quite the reputation, or so I've heard." Wait. She's heard?
"What have you heard?" This couldn't be good.
"Jason told me that you're known as the orgasm king." Shit. He did not do that to me. I was going to wring his neck the next time I saw him.
"Yeah, Pam gave me that name."
"But, I thought you'd never been with Pam." And, we're back to this again. Her eyes were no longer looking into mine and her face dropped. We'd gone from joking around to totally serious in five seconds flat.
"Sookie, look at me. Pam and I have never been together. We share women." I could tell that wasn't going to be enough to suffice her.
"I know we've already been through this, but can you elaborate on the 'share' part?" Okay, Northman, choose your words wisely.
"I'm going to be really honest with you here, okay? Pam and I would usually pick up a girl at the bar. Whoever brought the girl home got to go first, while the other watched, then the roles would switch. It was more of a voyeurism type thing, rather than a true threesome, if that makes sense. Pam was always there watching me pleasure other women, and that's how I got the name." Her eyes never left mine the entire time I spoke, but I could tell that what I was saying made her very uncomfortable.
"Okay. Wow. So you're the orgasm king. So, what's your personal best?" My what? This girl was all over the place.
"My personal best? Orgasms?" I knew what she was asking, but I wanted to hear her say it.
"Yes Eric, orgasms. I need to know what to expect." What to expect. Fuck.
"Umm… you'd have to ask Pam to verify, but I'm pretty sure I gave one girl eight orgasms in one night."
"Eight, huh, my personal best is only four, so you've got me beat." Her personal best. Her personal best? And, I'm hard again.
"You've given a guy four orgasms in one night?"
"No, I've given myself four orgasms in one night. Bill didn't like anything but missionary, and when I say anything, I mean anything." So, I'm sitting next to a girl who's never been given an orgasm. Interesting.
"Are you telling me that the only orgasm you've ever had has been at your own hand?"
"Yep, basically. So, are you up for the challenge?" Damn.
"You know I am, but I'd rather wait until we're truly alone. I have the tendency to make girls want to scream." And, there's the blush again and I'm back in the game.
"Well, Dr. Northman. I'm gonna hold you to that." With that she crawled into my lap and straddled me, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing me into another searing kiss.
When our kiss finally broke, we were both panting and I knew that if I didn't leave now, I'd have to take her up to her bedroom or hell, the attic, and make her scream my name.
"Sookie, unfortunately, I should probably go. You're way too tempting and I don't want to wake up your Gran." She gave me the cutest pouty face ever, but climbed off of my lap and walked me to the door.
"So, Eric, what are you doing tomorrow night?"
"I'm planning on going to Merlotte's to hit on this really hot waitress. I'm planning on taking her back to my apartment and having my way with her." She jumped up and threw her arms around my neck and I caught her ass in my hands. She kissed me one more time and then I slowly lowered her to the ground.
"See you at Merlotte's, Eric."
"Goodnight Sookie and thank you for tonight. It was more than I could have every hoped for. I'll see you tomorrow."
Once I made she was safely inside, I got into my car and drove back to my lonely, cold apartment, wishing that I was wrapped up in Sookie's warm arms instead. This was far more than I ever anticipated from this tiny young blonde from a backwoods town. That blow job was…there aren't any words. It was the best. I'd had plenty of BJs in my life, but I guess the difference was that I'd never really cared about the girl giving it.
I needed to plan something special for her for tomorrow night. If I was going to be the one to give her the first real orgasm of her life, it had to be perfect. I wasn't going to have sex with her, but I was going to turn her world upside down. I was actually nervous about this; time to call Pam.
The phone only had to ring once; she knew I was having dinner at Sookie's tonight.
"Eric, how'd it go?"
"Well, hello to you to Pam, how are you?"
"Cut the shit, Eric, what happened? Something must have happened or you wouldn't be calling me."
"I got the best blow job of my life."
"Oh, so our little Sookie is not as inexperienced as she claims to be?"
"Quite the opposite Pam, actually."
"But I thought you said that was the best BJ you've ever had?"
"It was Pam, but that's why I called you."
"Well, spit it out already."
"She's never had a real orgasm before."
"But, she's had sex right, and a boyfriend, how is that possible?"
"He thought anything but missionary was unacceptable. Anyway, we're getting together tomorrow night and we'll be at my apartment and she kind of challenged me tonight with the task."
"Fuck, Eric. She did not. You said she was a minx, but hell. What are you going to do?"
"That's why I'm calling you. What am I going to do? This has to be special and amazing and perfect."
"Quit being a whiny bitch and I'll tell you what to do. Call me in the morning, but remember my morning doesn't begin until after 12."
"Yes, Pamela, I know. I'll call you around 1:30. Is that agreeable?"
"Yes, that will do. Sweet Sookie dreams, Eric."
"Fuck you, Pam."
"Love you, mean it."
"Love you, mean it."
Pam was right. I did have sweet Sookie dreams. I dreamed that I got her off nine times. I beat my personal best.
A/N: Well, how were the lemons? I couldn't help it, I felt bad for Eric. Sookie teased him so much on their date. What did you think of Gran and Sookie's conversation? And Pam and Eric?
We will further the plot very soon and I am not going to rush them into the deed, I just can't. I have big plans for these two though, so stick with me.
Thanks to my beta, DarkRaven2008. She rocks my socks!
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