AN: I am a love machine! *sings song* I'm back already, tada! Heres their date, its sweet and longerrr, and I hope you love it! :-D Thanks again to everyone who has reviewed and/or put this story on alert. I'm spoiling you all, still, with such quick updates, but I'm bored and want to write! So here ya go! Woohoo!
SPOV
I come home armed with shopping bags, and my friend Lafayette in tow. He is the extreme, diva queen, fashion extraordinaire, and when he found out I was shopping for a hot date, he begged me to help. I was very thankful for it, 'cus once I got to the store, I blanked. I had no idea what to wear tonight.
We ended up buying me a red, cap sleeve bandage dress that hit above my knees, and nude pumps with black heels. It was pretty hot, if I do say so myself. When I tried the dress on, Laf hooted and hollered, calling me "Mammacita" and telling me to "shake my ass a little" when I spun around. It was weird, but he approved and that's all I cared about. I had my nails done in French tips, not too long, and my toe-nails in black.
Laf helped me with my hair and make-up. I wanted it down and wavy, with a little "oomph" volume. I wanted my make-up to be natural looking, but Laf insisted on a smokey eye, so I said, "Do your magic!" We added a light blush to my cheeks, like I'd need it, and a clear gloss over my lips. I put in some diamond stud earrings and was ready to get dressed. Once I squeezed into the dress and practiced walking in my heels, I finally looked myself over in the mirror. Holy crap, I looked HOT.
"Daaaamnnn, girlfriend, you are looking fine! Jesus, Sooks, look at that cute ass on you! When did you get so damn sexy, babygirl?" He whistles at me.
"Hey, I wasn't sexy before?" Hmph.
"Oh, you were, but right about now, I'm thinkin' 'bout goin' straight! Hot damn." He starts to fan himself with a pink Chinese fan, that he pulled from god knows where. I think it was sparkly, too.
"Really? You think I look good? Like hot, but not like stripper-status?" If he says I look like a stripper, I will murder him.
"No, you are hot, fuckhot, in fact. You better watch out, Amelia turns gay when she sees a fuckhot girl! Damn, turn around again." I turn around to show him again and he sits down on the bed and crosses his leg over his other knee. "I dids a damn good job, honey child."
"Thank you Laf, so much! I probably would have looked like a frump without you. I would have worn leopard print and done a "Snooki Poof' or something, but you saved me." It's true, I always need help getting dressed up. Last night, Amelia dressed me. I was a little challenged in that area.
"No way would I have let you look like a 'Snooki Stackhouse'. That'd be a crime, fo' sure." We laugh at the image of me with an orange tan, and he helps me pick out a clutch from my closet. I find my nude and black lace clutch buried deep within my stuff, and Laf approves of it, so I begin filling it with things I may need and some money.
It is 7:45 pm and I make Laf scoot before Eric shows up. I didn't want to have to explain that I needed a queer eye for the straight…girl session, in order to get ready. I want him to think I'm naturally hot, and just pulled this old thing together with no sweat! If I'm being honest, it took a whole lot of sweat. I was burning up in those dressing rooms, with all the nerves and being flustered when something looked cheap and hooker-like or made my hips look huge.
At 8:00 pm, on the dot, there is a knock on my door. I inhale and exhale a few times before opening up the door and seeing Eric standing there, looking like a GQ freaking model! Yikes, yahoo, yum.
"Hi." With Eric, it's either I only manage one word, or I'm babbling like a maniac! Ugh, get it together, Stackhouse!
He grins at me and laughs a little, replying, "Hi. You look incredible." Oh thank goodness, I owe Laf big time!
"Thank you, so do you." I'm sure I'm blushing. I really didn't need the extra make-up for that one.
"You ready to go, lover?" OH MY GOD, LOVER? I feel like my panties just melted. Holy hell.
"Y-yes, let me just grab my things." I rush to grab my clutch and keys and close the door, locking it. I shove my keys into the clutch, and look back to Eric and he is watching my every move. Oh, wow, I'm nervous.
"Okay, all set." I smile extra big at him, my classic 'Crazy Sookie' smile, desperately trying to hide how nervous I am. This was easier when I was drunk. Okay, calm down.
He leads me to his car with his hand on my lower back. His fingers are warm and are driving me crazy! The little things he does seem to make my heart want to spontaneously combust! He opens the passenger door of his silver Audi (!), and I slide into the seat. My breath catches in my throat as he leans over me and buckles me in. I smell him, and it is like sex and candy, yum! He backs out of the car again and closes it, and sprints around the hood to his side. After settling in, he starts the car and we drive off.
"Do you want to listen to any music?" He looks at me quick with raised brows.
"Sure." I nod and he reaches over me, with one hand on the wheel, and opens the glove compartment. Oh my god, he is so close to me and yet so far away! He reaches inside and grabs an iPod Touch. He moves back to his seat, and plugs the iPod into a cord connecting to the middle console, and hands it to me.
"Here, you can pick anything you'd like, or just shuffle it or whatever." Hmm, let's see what Mr. Sexy Pants listens to.
I scroll through a few songs and see that we have similar taste, mostly alternative rock and indie stuff with the occasional house or dub-step remix (guilty pleasures), some oldies and Elvis Presley. I find one of my new favorites, an extreme guilty pleasure, and I snicker a little, thinking why does he have this on here? I press play and look at him for his reaction.
Britney Spears' new single, "Hold It Against Me," starts playing and he looks at me in shock. He probably forgot he had this on here or thought I wouldn't find it. Haha! It's not that bad, I mean I like the song, so why should he feel embarassed?
"Oh my god, PAM!" Oh, so he was gonna blame Pam, huh?
I laugh, "What? You trying to put Pam on this one? Don't worry, it's a catchy song! It's ok if you like it!" I'm still giggling a little bit and he just looks flustered, poor thing. So I try to lighten him up by singing the lyrics.
"If I said my heart was beating loud! If we would escape the crowd somehow! If I said I want your body now! Would you hold it against me?" I belt it out, in tune, mind you, I'm not a complete idiot, and he looks at me again, smirking with an eyebrow raised.
And then, oh my god, he joined me. "Cus you feel like paradise! And I need a vacation tonight!"
We are both laughing and singing and suddenly, the words are getting to me. They remind me of how I felt last night, dancing with him at the bar. I stop singing, and watch him in awe as he continues, smiling and singing like a sexy Backstreet Boy, oh lord. The words that were once fun, suddenly make me feel hot and bothered. My hootchie starts to throb and I think, great, another good song ruined by thinking about a man who is sex on a stick! I will never be able to hear this song again! I'll have an orgasm, for Pete's sake!
He looks back at me and notices I've stopped and asks, "What? Am I out of tune?" At that, I just start laughing hysterically. He frowns and sticks out his bottom lip a little and I just laugh more. He grins and then winks at me, then looks back to the road.
We finally arrive at the restaurant and we stop the car in front of the valet. He gets out and runs to my side, opening the door and holding out his hand for me. I unbuckle and take his hand and we go inside as the valet drives away. The whole place is covered in twinkling lights, like Christmas, and I smile as I take it all in.
"This is beautiful!" I say softly to no one in particular. He looks down at me and smiles. I bite my lower lip a little bit, feeling shy again. He still has a hold of my hand and he squeezes it a little bit, reassuringly.
We continue on inside and are seated right away. We are set back away from most of the people, and there is a candle and rose petals in the center of the table. The entire restaurant has dim lighting, mostly by candles, and feels so romantic. I don't think I've ever been to such a nice place, especially not when I was with Bill. He never took me to nice places, he'd only want to go to Applebee's or something stupid, full of annoying teenagers and loud sports fan. And he wondered why I didn't enjoy going out. Ugh.
The waiter comes over and gives us our menus and Eric orders us a bottle of wine. We talk and drink, and when our meal arrives, I may have drooled a little. It looked and smelled amazing, and god damn, it tasted even better! The whole date was perfect and Eric had this twinkle in his eyes. I hoped it was because he was as happy as I was, but it could have just been the reflection of the candle light. Either way, I was having a great time. I was definitely more than liking him.
The waiter took our finished plates and gave us a dessert menu. We decided to share a dish of strawberries covered in chocolate sauce and I couldn't stop thinking about hot fudge all over his naked body again. It was just too hard not to think of it! The waiter brought us our dessert and two spoons. I went to grab mine and Eric reached out quick and stopped over my hand.
I look at him and frown a little in confusion and he shakes his head, "Nuh-uh," and with his other hand he grabs his own spoon. He dips it into the dessert and lifts it slowly towards my mouth. I raise my eyebrows in question, and he bites his bottom lip, raises his brows and nods, indicating he wants to feed it to me. Well, if he insists!
I take the spoon into my mouth and taste the incredible chocolate and strawberry mix, and close my eyes and moan slightly. It was soo good! His hand was still covering mine, and his other still holding the spoon as he looked at me, with glazed eyes. I lick my lips and blush.
"That is so good, try it," I tell him. He snaps out of his weird daze, what was that about?, and tries some for himself. He approves as well and we continue to enjoy it, the entire time, still holding hands.
This was one of the best nights of my life, and it wasn't even over yet!
EPOV
After getting dressed, I hopped in my Audi and drove off towards Sookies. I was so nervous, it was strange. I can't remember the last time I felt so anxious to go on a date! I usually don't enjoy "dates," I was usually more excited for the after date romp, but with Sookie it was different. And no, not because we had done the deed already, but because I really was beginning to think I had a thing for her. Like... more than liking. It was a strange feeling. I don't think I even had this with Yvetta, she was more of a fuck on a regular basis, and then we just decided to be exclusive. No, this was different.
I pulled up to Sookies and rush out of my car. I straighten out my clothes and walk casually towards the door, in case she's watching me. I don't want to look to eager or desperate, no fuckin' way.
I hold my breathe and knock three solid, manly knocks. No pussy knocking here! I wait and once she opens the door I am forced to exhale. She looks fucking amazing. Her red dress hugs her every, perfect curve, and her tan legs go on forever, ending in another pair of fuck me heels. Maybe they were just regular heels and in fact she just had fuck me feet. Yeah, maybe that's her trick.
She interrupts my oogling with a quick, breathy, "Hi."
I mentally shake my thoughts, chuckle at her simple greeting and greet her similarly and tell her she looks incredible.
"Thank you, so do you." She blushes instantly when she compliments me. Oh, yeah, I've still got it.
I smile at her and ask if she is ready to and she grabs her things and we head off. I open the passenger door and let her slide in, and just because I need to smell her, I reach over her to buckle her in. Oh, fuck me, she smelled awesome. Sweet like… like… candy. Like candy I wanted to fuck! How is that possible?
I get in the car and offer her my iPod, letting her have control of the music. I take a peak at her while she is scrolling through and I admire how beautiful she is. She is biting her lip while dragging her perfect finger up and down the screen. When she picks a song, finally, I am not only shocked at what it is, but that she found and picked it. It was an extreme guilty pleasure, and Pam was just gonna have to be blamed for it, even though it was a complete lie.
"Oh my god, PAM!" I growl a little, acting pissed, as if Pam secretly put the song on my iPod to fuck with me. Honestly, I just thought it was catchy, and kind of humorous. I mean honestly, how many people, besides me, can make stupid pick up lines sound awesome? Not many people. Just me, and now Britney.
She laughs it off, saying it's catchy and not to be embarrassed. See! It IS catchy! And she starts singing along to it, perfectly. Damn, I got me my own Britney Spears! Although, much hotter, and not crazy. Hopefully.
I decide, fuck it, I'm gonna sing with her too! We belt out the lyrics and after a few moments, I notice she has stopped and is looking at me, obviously thinking too hard about something.
"What? Am I out of tune?" I ask her, and then she starts laughing. At first, I pretend to be hurt and insulted, but that cracks her up more and I can't help but join her. Her smile and laugh is intoxicating and contagious! Whenever I see her face light up like that, it makes my heart throb. I never want that smile to go away. Ever.
We arrive at the restaurant, eat a fantastic meal, and finally get to dessert. I can't wait to see her eat chocolate and strawberries. I want to pour them over her naked body and eat them off of her. She goes to reach for her spoon and I stop her, indicating I want to do the honors. When she puts her lips and tongue around the spoon, my cock comes to life. Holy fuck, I want those lips around my cock so bad. She closes her eyes and moans and I'm trying my best not to moan right back at her. She looks so fucking sexy like that, and even worse, she had a tiny bit of chocolate on her lip. I wanted it. I strained against my pants, and forced myself not to leap over the table and suck those fuckable lips into my mouth. She was going to be the death of me. She opened her eyes finally and licked her lips. See? Killing me. We finish our dessert and I pay and we head outside.
"Thank you so much Eric, that was really wonderful." She smiles at me as we wait for the valet. I smile back and tell her she is very welcome. I grab her hand and it is freezing. She gives a little shiver, and I ask, "Sweetheart, are you cold?"
She shyly nods, "A little, it's alright, the car will be here any minute." Oh no, that will not do.
I gently take both of her arms, bring her closer and slide them around my waist, inside of my jacket. I cover most of her arms, and then place my arms around her, moving my hands up and down gently on her back, warming her. She places her cheek on my chest and exhales. I put my face to her hair and inhale a glorious mixture of coconut and flowers. The car pulls up, but I don't want to let go. The valet driver comes up to us and says, "Your keys, sir."
Sookie jumps a little, and pulls away from me. I internally curse the guy for ruining our moment and startling her. I take my keys and leave him a tip and open the side door to let her in. She buckles herself quickly and I close her door, running to my side to get in. I turn the heat up for her and we drive off towards Valhalla.
The drive is quiet and we are about five minutes from the bar, when Sookie finally speaks up.
"So, Amelia said she was gonna come by in a little while, is Pam still coming?"
"Yes, Pam is there, in fact, covering for me. She claims I owe her one now, but I'm hoping once she meets your friend, my debt will be paid." I give her a wink and she giggles a little. Who knew giggling could be so hot?
We get to the bar and I park in my usual spot; the sign clearly reads, "Park Here and Die," to ensure no one takes it from me. Take that, fuckers.
We go in through the employee entrance and I lead her to my office to meet Pam. I open the door and Pam looks up from her paperwork, her 'sexy librarian' glasses on her nose, and grins once Sookie comes in behind me.
"Pam, this is Sookie. Sookie, this is Pam." I give a quick introduction, waving my hand between them.
Sookie speaks first, with her charming southern twang, "Hi, it's so nice to meet you, Eric told me so much about you!" She is smiling and Pam looks amused and shocked. Told ya, she was hot!
"Well, well, Sookie, you are quite a beauty! You look simply delectable, I can see why Eric is so the smitten kitten! Oh, I love those shoes!" Pam has a shoe fetish. And she is flirting with my date. Mine.
Sookie blushes and looks down at herself and then back up to Pam, "Oh, thanks, these old things?-" Pam cuts her off, bitch.
"Mmm, I have to say Eric, I like her already." Pam grins evily at me. She better not make her moves on my girl! I SAID MINE.
Sookie looks up at me and grins awkwardly and shrugs her shoulders a bit. I wink at her and put my hand on her lower back, just above her perfect ass.
"Pam, we are going to hang out in the bar and wait for Sookie's friend, Amelia. Would you like to accompany us?" I give her a look that clearly means, not now, but come find us in a little while.
"I need to finish some things in here first, but I'll come find you all in a little while, how does that sound?" She knows me too well. I'm still pissed though, she is using her sex kitten voice. Stop trying to seduce my date, god damn-it!
I lead Sookie out to the bar and we order some drinks, both agreeing not to over-do it again. We sit in my usual corner booth and talk a bit while we listened to the music. As Sookie was scanning the crowd for Amelia, she stopped suddenly and her breath hitched. I looked in the direction she was aiming and couldn't see anything unusual.
"What's the matter, love?" I am curious as to what has got her looking like she has seen a ghost. I feel panicked, waiting for her to answer.
She clears her throat and closes her eyes, shaking her head slightly before turning to me. Opening her eyes, I can see they are beginning to tear. Oh, hell, what's wrong?
"Nothing, nothing. Just thought I saw someone I knew, it's fine. Wasn't them." She is lying. I don't know how I know, but she is and the fact that her eyes are glistening with unshed tears is disturbing me.
"Who did you think it was? Are you alright?" I put my hand to her cheek and she nods quickly, smiles widely, too widely, and shrugs it off.
I look back to where she was looking to see if I saw anyone who would possibly be looking at Sookie, and then I see Amelia walk in the entrance.
"Oh, there's Amelia, right?" I point to Amelia and Sookie nods quickly.
"I'm gonna go grab her quick, stay here!" She runs off in a hurry towards Amelia, and I'm left wondering why she is acting so strangely.
AN: OH, CLIFFY! Who did she see? You will just have to wait! If you review, it will come quicker ;-)
Well? How'd you like their date? Eric is a gentleman, isn't he? *Swoons* I wonder what else will happen at the bar though! And what could possibly happen after? STAY TUNED!
Review if you want to see more dirty talkin' Eric and gracious plenty lovin'! *Does an Amelia dance!* Speaking of Amelia, who do you all picture as playing her? I think of a mix between Ashley Greene (with shoulder length hair, not ugly pixie cut) and Elizabeth Moss (with makeup on, cus sometimes in Mad Men she looks homely lol) I don't know how I think of a mix between these two, but it just happens in my head!
