Chapter Seven
After a shower she called it an early night and plodded back to bed. Eric was waiting, stretched out across her sheets with one of her trashy romances in his hand.
"I don't see why you read these…Pam says they are entertaining, but they just seem like a female writer having a bitch about her own life and making money from it." Sookie ignored him and picked up her moisturiser and rubbed it along her arms and legs. Eric watched, intrigued. "Yet another thing I don't understand. Your skin is perfect as it is, why do you smother it in lotions?" he picked up the bottle from her dressing table and read the back. Seems like she couldn't do anything right today. She hid the first threatening tear and snatched back the lotion bottle and book he dumped on the bed.
"Lover?" he tried to hug her but she just rolled her shoulders and pulled back the duvet to slide into bed. Eric was confused to say the very least. "Sookie?" he sat on the bed and she felt it indent. In response she rolled onto her front and buried her face in the pillow. "Bad day?" he took her hand in one of his, his other running down her hair soothing. Sookie managed a nod and cuddled closer. It wasn't Eric's fault. Claudine said it would be difficult, being fairy. He waited, hoping she would tell him herself, she didn't. Finally he asked what was wrong, she broke apart, crying into his shoulder. Pam would have run a mile by now, but Eric was stronger and it was his wife. He would not leave her while she was upset. Even if it did trigger a flight response from him. When she calmed down she looked up, knowing she would have to break it to him one way or the other.
"Eric, will you turn me now?" she mumbled. He caught on quick. She knew he wouldn't turn her while she was pregnant so she must not be. He squeezed her tighter.
"My apologies lover. We can always try again."
"No." she was quick to answer, a little too quickly to ease his mood. "I mean…it's too high a risk, and it wasn't practical. It's easier this way. Please."
"I have a few things to tie up before-"
"Yes, whenever." Her eyes lit up, not enough to hide the tears of her lost child, but something was coming back. How could he muster the strength to put that fire out? Simply, he was powerless to her. Smitten. Completely.
"Lover, do you not want time to say you're goodbyes or finish human activities?"
She had no idea what 'human activities' he was referring to, but she was sure she didn't need to do anything important.
"Why would I? It's not like I'll never see them again and besides I see no reason not to, I'm in the best physical shape I've ever been and we both know I won't be going off and slaughtering everyone in my path because you'll keep me in line. Won't you?" A cheeky grin slipped out stirring his heat.
"Damn right." he spoke and whipped her legs out from under her to hold in one of his. He stroked down with one finger as she squirmed and laughed. Through the bond he could feel the sadness she was still in combat with, it was a dark place and he would do everything to remove it, starting with pushing his own feelings, ending with her transformation to join his side and rule the night. He could teach her to block out the fears and regrets, to enhance the pleasures and live happily in his bed. He wouldn't turn her tonight, she might not say so now, but she would want an emotional goodbye. Sometimes he thoughts he knew Sookie better than she did, it certainly applied to her body. He knew exactly where she screamed for contact on and depending on his mood, he could make her beg for hours keeping her hanging by a mere finger nail on the edge of her golden dreams, or he could sky rocket her to the stars in seconds. He rolled a finger to the crook of her knee and held it there, lowering his lips to behind her knee cap. Her toes curled as he sucked and marked her with his purplish bruise left from his lips.
"Eric, please." she laughed out, his lips tickling as they moved along the contours of her legs, a secret ticklish spot. His finger moved just an inch and she squealed and curled away from his touch laughing and squirming. He held her legs still as she thrashed under the power of his first finger stroking her skin. Chuckling deeply, he stopped his torture and waited for her to cease writhing. He kept hold on her legs and met her gaze.
"Ticklish are we?" he asked tauntingly, flicking up his eyebrows in suggestion.
"No, no, wait please, no"
"Really lover? You don't want me to continue. How odd…" he teased and lifted his finger a hairs width from her skin. She squealed. "Hmmm, how very odd…" he mused, not lightening the psychological torture. She took the initiative and reached her hand between her own legs despite his warning gaze and grabbed the top of his black jeans to pull him forward toward her. He let himself fall and end up nose pressed to her panties. They were black tonight; he would bet she had a matching bra somewhere. Thankfully she didn't wear anything other than the panties and … was that one of his tops?
"Lover… I seem awfully familiar with this ensemble."
She blushed and he couldn't help but grin.
"You left it one night."
He smiled.
"I think it's time I took it back then." Without any other signal she felt her body being pulled into his arms and in a flash one of his dark shirts was unbuttoned and flung across the room to land haphazardly atop her dresser. His lips attacked her left breast. She hummed in appreciation.
"You didn't rip it…" she whispered, her hands in his hair, holding him to her. She felt his mouth change to a wide grin and he let go of her nipple to answer her. She whimpered but let him.
"Of course not, I like that shirt." She highly doubted he even knew what colour it was.
"And you don't like any of my clothes?" she questioned, slipping her hands between his layers and with his help sliding off the leather jacket.
"You're clothes are fine lover. It's the designs I don't like. Take for instance these things." His fingers rimmed her black lace panties. "They stop me from doing what I want. Why would people design these? It just means I have to wait longer before I get a taste." He licked her nipple again in a short stroke. She let out one short laugh.
"So in your mind, you probably think all women should just walk around naked because it's easier."
"Much." His fingers pulled and the lace complied shredding itself and exposing her. She tried to feel angry that he had just ripped her new favourite underwear but it was lost in his touch as he invaded her with cold fingers. Her own fingers gripped his shoulders clinging to him as he pumped. His fingers curled inside her hitting her pleasure button with every stroke. She gasped as she came closer and dug her nails into his back. He didn't care; he was too busy watching her face.
"Come for me lover." he whispered. "Let me feel you around my fingers."
She gasped again as he hit harder and flew off crying his name. He felt as she clamped around his fingers, he could feel her blood pulsing against his fingers and her juices coating them. She was so fucking tight around him when she climaxed. It was hard to say if he preferred to watch or to feel her. Luckily he would never have to make that choice.
Her head dropped back and exposed her throat mid crest. He needed no more to lower his teeth to her neck and bite down tasting her essence. Before she could even finish her first orgasm she was thrust into another, her mind spinning all over. She could barely see but she heard his native tongue break through her bliss and the moans as he came. She blinked herself back into the world covered in sweat and sprawled across Eric's still dressed body. Curious as to what she heard she looked down. As she expected, there was a rather noticeable 'spill' on Eric's crotch. She muted her laugh and turned her head to rest sleepily against his wife beater.
"You were right you know." she whispered, trying to evade the pull of sleep she so desperately wanted to go toward. But she wanted to poke fun for a little while before she submitted to unconsciousness.
"I usually am. What have I bested your knowledge on today lover?"
She giggled lightly and lifted her head to look into his curiously blue eyes.
"It was my clothes that were in the way." She felt his chest rise with his breathy laughs.
After a few minutes quiet she was drifting away to dreams…well she was, till Eric tapped her shoulder.
"Come lover. We can finish off at Fangtasia, but I must appear tonight if I am to spend three nights away with my wife." Sookie groaned and rolled off her vampire pillow and onto her usual feather one. "Sookie." he taunted, the tone full of suggestion.
"You can't seriously expect me to get up and go after that. I'm tired." she mumbled against the pillow and never opened her eyes for a single word. He laughed and pulled the duvet cover from her. She whined low in her throat like a kicked dog and hugged her own knees trying to escape the cold on her naked body.
"I know a lot of ways to wake you. Tickling for example if my most recent favourite."
She froze solid then flipped over onto her back to stare at him.
"You wouldn't dare." She narrowed her eyes testing his limits. Groaning she made to stand up and find clothes to go to stupid Fangtasia with her stupid vampire who happened to be her stupid husband who wouldn't let her get some stupid sleep because he was stupid. Then she stopped again. A smile lit her face.
"I don't have to leave my house." she announced. Her smile bigger than before. He cocked his head to the left trying to figure out her logic. "And bare in mind you deserve this" she pointed out. "Eric Northman I rescin-" a hand slapped across her mouth from behind and she swallowed her last few words.
"Now, now lover. That's not nice." he reprimanded. She narrowed her eyes at the mirror showing Eric standing behind her with his hand solidly over her mouth. Instead she thought the words at his reflection, trying to somehow will them out. He chuckled. "Not going to work. But tonight I shall let you stay home since I see I may have worn you out." My my, what large Ego you have Mr. Vampire. He picked her up and placed her back into bed pulling the duvet up around her. "Though of course, I may be coming back later." He teased. "To finish off." He added with a shadowy glint and fang tips showing. My, my, what sharp teeth you have Mr. Vampire. This was playing out like red riding hood, all she needed was a nice big axe to deal with said vampire…that or some silver. He disappeared out the window as she mumbled something about a stake and left for his own home to clean up before going to Fangtasia. Pam had enough to blackmail him with; he didn't need to give her free ammo.
