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Chapter 7
I felt myself being moved out of my warm haven, and being laid down. I started to wake. I didn't want Eric to stop holding me.
"Eric?" I asked.
"Sookie, you fell asleep. You should stay here." He told me gently.
Well, heck I wasn't going to fight him on that. I wanted to stay; I just didn't want to assume that I was automatically welcome to do so.
"I don't have anything to wear," I said. I wasn't going to fight him on staying there, but I wasn't going to sleep in my clothes either.
"I have a shirt you can use." I nodded. Inside, I was sleepily jumping for joy. I was really hoping he would say that. I wanted to be wrapped in his scent all night. He handed me a black t-shirt from his closet, and I went to the bathroom to change. I took off my shoes and put them in the corner, and then I took off my jacket and hung it behind the door. I pulled off my jeans, shirt, bra, and socks, and folded them before setting them on top of my shoes. I picked up his shirt and smelled it. It smelled exactly like him. I remembered his scent from our dreams. It's so uniquely him. I'd never smelled anything like it. I can't even describe how amazing it is to me.
I pulled on his shirt and looked at myself in the mirror. Wow. I love the way I look in his clothes. I found his mouthwash and did a quick rinse before heading back to the bedroom. Boy, was I happy when I got there. Eric was standing in front of his closet wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pajama pants. All of his toned upper body was on display. Just the sight of him without his shirt on had me excited. I think I gasped because he suddenly turned around and took me in.
He was looking me up and down, like I was a big juicy steak and he was a starving animal. He jumped all of a sudden, grabbed a shirt from his closet and hastily threw it on. Then he realized he had put it on backwards. He pulled it off again and was struggling to get it on right. I was appreciating the view as I moved over to the bed and got in. I saw him finally get the shirt on and giggled. I couldn't help it. It was funny seeing a man that huge having trouble with a t-shirt. He looked at me on the bed and seemed to be wondering what to do next.
He walked over to me, bent down to kiss me on the forehead and said, "Good night, Sookie." Then he grabbed a pillow and turned to walk out of the room. Oh, hell no!
"Just where the hell do you think you're going?" I asked.
"I thought I'd sleep on the couch, you might want to stretch out and I don't want to assume anything." I saw what he was doing. He wanted me to give it the okay first. Just like I wanted him to do with me staying here. So I gave it to him.
"Eric, this bed is big enough for the both of us, and I think we know each other well enough to sleep in the same bed. Besides, I don't think I could fall asleep knowing you are just in the next room. Now get back here and hold me." I was smiling.
He laughed and said, "As you wish." That made me laugh. We had a discussion in one of our dreams about The Princess Bride. We both loved the whimsical, romantic cheesiness of that movie.
Eric walked to the wall and flipped the light off. I heard him walk around to the other side of the bed, and then I heard him lay the pillow down and pull the covers up to slip in. As soon as he was in I was sliding up to him. He lay on his back, and I rested my head on his shoulder and draped my arm across his chest. He pulled me closer to him with his left arm and placed his right hand on my left.
That was the most comfortable I have ever been. I sighed, deep and satisfyingly, I thanked my lucky stars that I had found Eric, and then drifted off to sleep.
When I woke the next morning the first thing I felt was warmth and safety. I was perfectly at ease. We must have changed positions sometime during the night because I could feel his hard chest against my back. He had his right arm draped over mine and our fingers were entwined. We even held hands in our sleep? Wow.
Even though my bladder was practically begging to be relieved, I found that I didn't want to move. I lay there for a good ten minutes just listening to, and feeling him breathe. I was so content. I finally decided I couldn't wait any longer, and carefully left his embrace without waking him. He was just so beautiful when he was sleeping. I tiptoed out of the room and made my way to the bathroom. I took care of my needs and rinsed my mouth out with his mouthwash again. I was about to make my way back to the bedroom when I saw Ansel standing at the end of the hall wagging his tail at me. Poor guy probably needed to take care of his business too. I almost took him out just wearing Eric's shirt, and then thought of all the nosy neighbors around here. I didn't really care what they thought, and then I realized that it would probably be a little chilly so I went back into the bathroom and put my clothes from yesterday back on. I reluctantly put Eric's shirt in the hamper and pulled my jacket back on.
I didn't see a leash near the door, so I assumed Ansel would just do his thing then come back. He's probably too lazy to take off anyway. As soon as we were outside, Ansel headed down the slope of the yard and across the drive. He wasn't sniffing around; he just made his way to a spot and took care of business. Apparently he was trained to relieve himself in the same area. That was smart. I looked over at Bill's house and noticed that nothing had changed over there. There was a newer four-wheeler, but he still had the same old truck. Rednecks. Ansel had come back up to the porch so I took him back inside. I closed the front door and when I turned around I was suddenly in the embrace of Eric. He was breathing funny, like he was upset or something.
"Eric," I mumbled into his shirt. "What's wrong?"
"You weren't there." He said as he loosened his grip and looked me in the eyes. I suddenly understood. "I woke up and you weren't there."
"I'm sorry." I said, and I was. It would have upset me too. "I woke up and Ansel looked like he needed to go out so I took him."
"No, I'm sorry, Sookie. I shouldn't have freaked out." Eric said. "Forgive me?"
"Eric, there's nothing to forgive. I would have been upset too if you weren't there." Now it was Eric's turn for his stomach to growl. He's one of those wakes-up-hungry types. I could deal with that. I may not be that great at making omelets, but boy could I bake. I just hoped he had all the ingredients.
"Come on," I said. "It's my turn to feed you." He smiled broadly and let me lead him to the kitchen. I began looking through the fridge and cabinets for the ingredients I would need. He actually had the cabinets organized in much the same way that we used to keep them so I found everything pretty easily.
"What are you making?" He asked.
"It's a surprise." I said. "It'll take about 20 minutes to get everything together so if you want to go shower or anything now would be the time."
He looked a bit dejected. "Eric, I would love to shower with you, but seeing that I only have one outfit to wear I think you're on your own. Besides, by the time you get out I'll have breakfast ready, we can eat, and then go to my parents place so I can shower and change."
"Okay, I guess you're right." He said, and then he kissed me on the forehead and took off to the other end of the house.
I started putting the ingredients together. I was going to make him top-hat high cheddar biscuits. I loved them and they were so easy to make. They only take about 5 minutes to throw together and about 12 to bake. Once I had the dough made I was surprised to find that he had a biscuit cutter. Men who could cook were hot, but if they baked too, well that was just sexy to me. When the biscuits were almost done I started the eggs and sausage patties. I was so glad he had them. You could do without, but these were so much better with sausage or bacon.
The oven dinged and the biscuits were perfect. I pulled them out of the oven and placed two on each plate I had waiting. I split each one open and placed a fried egg on the bottom half then a sausage patty and put the tops back on. Just as I turned around with the plates, Eric walked back in the kitchen. He was barefoot, but wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt. His hair was down and still a bit wet. He smelled like his shampoo. I realized I was staring so I set our plates down at the table, and then went to fill us both a glass of orange juice. Eric sat down at the table and looked at his plate.
"These look delicious, and they smell great. I love biscuits. How did you get them so big? Mine always come out so flat."
I laughed, "I'll give you the recipe. Now dig in. You smell great, and now I'm even more aware of how unclean I am."
"You smell great too." He said before he took a bite. He groaned and I was worried about the things that noise did to my body. "Oh my god, this is amazing!"
I laughed again and started eating mine. We finished eating in comfortable silence. When I went to pick up our plates he stopped me. "I got that," he said. I smiled at him as he took my empty plate and glass over to the sink, and rinsed them off before putting them in the dishwasher. I got up and asked him where he kept his plastic bags. He pointed out the drawer and I retrieved one, and then put the leftover biscuits in it. He snagged the last one off the pan before I could get it in the bag, though.
"They're just so good," he said.
"Well if you heat them up with a little butter, they make a great snack too."
"I think I'd like to snack on something else," he teased.
"I'm sure you would. Now put some shoes on, I want to show you around after I change." I told him.
"Yes, ma'am," he laughed and went over to the back door where his tennis shoes were laying, "Do you want to take my car?" He asked.
"Can we?" I practically squealed. I admired that car when I got here. It's a beauty.
"Like it, huh?"
"I love old muscle cars, especially when they're black and shiny."
"Well, let's get going then, I can't wait to see all the things you want to show me." He said just a bit suggestively, and then laughed. "Just let me get my shoes on, and get Ansel some food and we'll go."
I went on out to my car to retrieve my purse, which I couldn't believe I'd left unlocked all night. Then I went over to look at the Nova. It had leather seats and the interior was spotless. I couldn't wait to hear him start it up. I wondered if he'd let me drive it sometime. I also wondered what it would be like to get a bit frisky in it. Just thinking about it gave me a warm feeling inside. About that time Eric came out the front door so I got in. The seats felt amazing too. This would definitely be fun to get frisky in. Eric got in the car and gave me a look, almost like he knew what I was imagining. Then he started the car and I couldn't hold back my giggles. It purred. He revved it a couple times and smirked at me before pulling out of the drive.
I told him where to go and in about 10 minutes we were at my parents' duplex, the next town over. We went inside, and as I was getting my clothes out Eric began looking at all the pictures my parent had up at their house. Most of them were of Jason and me when we were little. My mother actually had them on the walls in chronological order. I told him I'd be back in about 20 minutes and headed for the bathroom. I took a shower as fast as I could. I hated being away from him. It really sucked to be in the shower, naked and alone, without him. What a waste of water.
I finished up and got dressed. I wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a red t-shirt. I had always been a casual dresser, but when it got warm out I loved to wear sundresses. I was very careful about my skin though. I had a healthy glow, but I didn't want a dark tan. I'd prefer not to have deep wrinkles by the time I'm 35, thank you very much. I blow-dried my hair, and put some moisturizer on my face. I applied a bit of eyeliner and mascara, but that's all I usually wore in the make-up department.
When I came out of the bathroom I found Eric sitting on the couch looking through a photo album. It was full of pictures I had taken. My mom made it when I was starting out.
"Find something you like?" I asked as I made my way over to the couch and sat down next to him.
"This picture," he said pointing at an old black and white, one of my firsts, "is framed in my room. Did you take it?"
"Yeah, that was one of my first pictures. I had some framed when I was younger and decorated my room with them. When I left home I left them in my room, and my parents left them when they started renting out the house. They said it would give me more exposure," I laughed, "I did notice that you hadn't taken them down, do you like them?"
"I'm staying in your old bedroom and the pictures in there were taken by you?" He asked.
"Yes and yes."
"Well, that's just…wow." He was acting like this was another big revelation.
"What?" I asked.
"I loved the pictures in that room as soon as I saw them, but when I thought about moving them out into the living room or somewhere else in the house, something always stopped me." He said. "It's just a feeling I would get, like they weren't mine to move."
"Something else not to question?" I asked.
"Yeah, better not." He said and he was looking at me now, right in the eyes. I felt my heartbeat quicken as I realized how close we were. I distantly heard the photo album snap shut. Eric brought his hand up to my face and tucked my hair behind my ear. He leaned in and I closed my eyes as I felt his lips brush mine. I leaned into him, seeking more, and he took that as invitation enough. His lips were on mine then, softly at first. I reached my hand around to the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair. Our mouths moved together in a wonderful rhythm and I felt his tongue seek entrance, which I happily gave. My heart began to beat even faster as the kiss deepened and I moaned into his mouth. He let out a groan and pulled me closer to him. I was practically straddling him and as I felt his arousal through his jeans, I snapped back to reality. I pulled back.
"What's wrong," He asked. He looked just as flushed as I felt. I noticed that he was breathing heavily.
"Not here," I said. "Not in my parent's home, it's just creepy."
He sighed, "I understand."
"Thank you." I said and kissed him lightly on his lips.
"Now, let's get going." I suddenly took in my surroundings. I finally noticed that we had been sitting on the couch. Eric had put the hide-a-bed up. And my luggage was all gone.
"Where is my stuff?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"It's in the car," he said with a big smirk.
"Are you assuming that I was to stay with you, Eric?" I teased.
"I know you want to stay with me, Sookie, why fight it?" He had that smoldering look in his eyes, and for a split second I almost gave into my more carnal desires again. I didn't argue the point any longer because he was right. Plus, I really wanted to get going. I got up off of him and grabbed his hand.
"Come on."
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Big thanks to my beta, FDM!
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