A/N: We're back in the elevator this chapter. Pink Moon by Nick Drake (I'm so addicted to this guy's music, that it's not even funny). Link is in my profile. Special thank you to Poison Lotus for mentioning them doing something in the elevator. Your wish, my command…


Sookie POV

Three months later…

"Ms. Stackhouse." He nods.

"Mr. Northman," I giggle.

"Fancy meeting you here at the elevator."

"Yeah, it is huh?" I laugh.

I'm in such a silly mood because it's been a few months since the catastrophe, and I'm finally trying the elevator again. I laugh to keep from freaking out. So far, it's working quite well. Eric's presence doesn't hurt either.

"So, how was your evening?"

I pause for a second before I answer him. "Well, I spent it with a really good friend of mine."

"Oh? Not just a friend, but a really good friend?"

"Yes. It makes a difference, I think."

"So, what did you two do? Since she's such a good friend, I mean." He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. I'll never get over how cute that is.

"Who said it was a she? He and I had a great dinner and we watched a movie…" I let my sentence drift to see what he would say about that.

"I see. And do you do this often, with your really good friend?"

"Just about every night. We usually walk to my place, or sometimes we walk to his. I tend to like his place better because there's a great Chinese restaurant not too far from his condo. They have the best Spring Rolls. But, I think I may have to stop hanging out with him so much."

"Why is that?"

"I don't think my boyfriend would like it too much if I spent every night with my really good male friend."

He quirks an eyebrow at me. "No, I would think not."

"How was your evening, Mr. Northman?" We'd taken to calling each other by our last names at work. Really we just do it for shits and giggles.

"I'm so glad you asked. I too spent the night with a really good friend. Except she and I did much more than eat dinner and watch a movie."

"Is that so? Do I get details or is that asking too much?" The elevator dings at its arrival. Eric looks around before ushering me onto the elevator car before him. I barely hear the song billowing out of the speakers overhead.

Pink, pink, pink, pink, pink

Pink moon…

"Ooh, I really love this song." Eric quirks an eyebrow at me and removes his glasses.

"How about I just show you?"

"O-okay… um, yes, I think I would like that."

"I can guarantee you'll like it. In fact, my really good friend enjoyed what I did to her so much last night that she left me a little souvenir." That pulled me up short. Now I feel terrible.

"Really? Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No, you didn't, but I would love to get you to do that again. You bit me—and I liked it. I've never seen you so wild and out of control before." His voice gets deeper and he moves closer to nuzzle my neck.

"I did not bite you. And I wasn't that out of control, was I?" I don't remember… oh yeah. The curve of his neck leading to his shoulder. He was doing this thing with his fingers and I got really turned on and—

"Yes, you did. You want to see the evidence?" He moves closer to my ear and whispers in a husky voice. "I'll have to show you later because it requires the removal of my shirt."

Okay, so I guess I need to explain a bit. Since breaking up with Bill, I've been hanging out with Eric. Well, more than hanging out—making out like a couple of horny kids, which we kind of are. I'm not ashamed to say that I've enjoyed his company so much more than I ever could have imagined. Eric told me that Sophie Ann had called him that night he left my apartment. She actually had the nerve to show up to his office a few days later. That was the deciding factor for me. I needed to make Eric mine.

I had just gone down to Eric's office after avoiding him for two days. It was necessary. I wanted to call him back at least three times the night he came over. If he hadn't broken our kiss, I'm not sure I would have stopped him from going further. I was lonely and I wanted him. Plain and simple. I called out sick the next day because I was embarrassed. I didn't know how to behave and I thought if I saw Eric I would probably jump him. He called, but I let the phone ring and go to voicemail. I made myself get up the next day and go to work, but I left my apartment early enough to miss Eric during our walk in—and I stayed hidden in one of the store rooms all day. I snuck out early just to go home and straight to bed.

Tina seemed pissed at me those two days and she was right to be. I was being an idiot and I knew it. So I was going to apologize and forced myself to go to Eric's office first thing, to do it. That way, it was out of the way and I couldn't chicken out later on. I was surprised to see he had company when I got there. I'd heard voices coming from behind the closed door, but if I turned around, I wouldn't have gone back. I knocked and waited for him to answer. He came to the door seeming a little flustered. I think between seeing me and his visitor, he was in a bit of a bind.

"Hi, Sookie. I'm busy at the moment. Can I come talk to you later?" From his tone, I could tell he was probably upset with me.

"No, I um… just wanted to apologize for being an idiot. That's all. I'll leave you to it."

"Wait!"

"Eric, who is it? We aren't finished here," shouted his visitor. He does that thing that I love when he gets nervous and ran his hand through his hair then adjusted his glasses on his nose. It just endeared him to me even more.

"Sookie, just one minute please. I'll come to your office as soon as I'm done here." As I was going to say that it was okay for him to do that, she came to the door.

"Well, hello. I'm Eric's girlfriend, Sophie Ann. Who the hell are you?"

"Wow, you're Eric's still attached, ex? It's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Sookie, Eric's girlfriend. In case you hadn't gotten the memo, you've been fired." I held out my hand to her, which she looked at with disgust and turned her nose up to me.

"Sophie, how many times do I have to tell you, we're over. You know this. Stop embarrassing yourself."

"I'm not embarrassing myself, Eric. You are. How dare you talk to this country bumpkin while we haven't been apart a month?"

"First, you don't know me. Second, I know you and Eric aren't together. And third, you may not have known how to treat him, but I can guarantee you that I do. Isn't that right, baby?"

I stroked the side of his face with my thumb, running it over his bottom lip, which he sucked into his mouth. I growled, Sophie squealed and stormed out of the room. Eric and I laughed. He hadn't heard from her since. I thought he would have been pissed at me for doing that, but he pulled me into a hug and thanked me profusely. Then he kissed me so long and deep that I almost passed out from asphyxia.

I guess a lot has happened since I dumped Bill. Of course, it didn't sit well with him and he tried to win me back—repeatedly. All it took was Eric jacking Bill up by his lapels to get him to stay the hell away from my office. But he did stop by my apartment yesterday and Eric showing up with dinner put the last nail in the coffin. The only reason I opened the door for Bill was because I thought he was Eric. I made him stand at the door and left it open in case I needed to scream for help. He just wouldn't leave me alone. I was so happy when Eric showed up, not two minutes later.

"So it's true, Sookie? You're with him now?" He looked over at Eric standing in the doorway.

"Yes, Bill. Why haven't you gotten this through your thick skull yet? We've been out of touch for a few months and now you want to come back and play house? No, I don't think so." I kept talking and pushing Bill toward the door. He wasn't taking the hint.

"I thought the talk of you needing to take a break was just that—talk."

"Bill, you couldn't even stay home for a week. You went out on another tour right after promising me you'd stay home more. Why would I think there was ever a chance of us working out after that? I want someone who will be with me, not just via telephone. Now, if you'll excuse me, Eric and I have a date tonight. You can show yourself out." He skirted past Eric, his back grazing the door. He was too afraid to get any closer to him. I couldn't help but laugh. I felt so terrible about the whole situation, but Eric put my mind at ease. As soon as Bill was gone and Eric put our food down, I apologized for the interruption.

"You don't have to apologize. Hey, Sophie showed up at my office, Bill shows up here–like he's not intruding. If he doesn't get the hint this time, I just may have to kick his ass."

"Ooh, I'd like to see that. Would you take your glasses off first?"

"Wouldn't have to. There's no way Bill would get in a swing. He couldn't reach my face if he stood on his tiptoes."

"Sookie?" He pushes the stop button and the elevator jerks to a halt.

I freeze.

"You okay? If not I can start it back up—"

I take a few deep breaths. "No, no. I want to try to get over this. You're here, so I'm okay. I'm okay."

"Only if you're absolutely sure."

"I'm sure."

"Good, because I want to make you scream my name on every floor of this building." We were on the fourth floor and this elevator is slow as molasses.

He starts the elevator, pushes the button for the next floor, and then stops the it again. My skirt goes up, his hands grip my hips, and he slides down until he's on his knees in front of me. I wish he still had his glasses on. He's so hot with those little black frames surrounding his beautiful dark blue eyes. My panties vanish and my right leg is hitched over his shoulder. My knees go weak as soon as I feel the warm, moist touch of his tongue on my clit. I push my hips forward seeking more friction. He growls into my sex and grips my hips tighter. His tongue moves in and out of my opening, over my nub and up and down my slit, repeatedly.

I scream his name on each of the four floors. I'm sure the cleaning crew must have thought something was up when we finally emerge from the metal deathtrap I'm starting to enjoy more than I should.

We walk hand in hand to my apartment like the big nerds we are. Eric starts swinging our hands and I feel like I might skip down the street or something ridiculous. We talk about our day—I tell him about the exhibits I put together and he tells me about his boring meetings. I think I may have to sit in on one of his meetings just to see him in action. He turns to me and opens his mouth before quickly closing it again. I wonder what he wants to say. I don't have to wait too long because he finally builds up the courage to say whatever is on his mind. He stops me in the middle of my block and takes my free hand, gripping it tightly.

"Miss Sookie Stackhouse. It has been an interesting few months with you and I have to say that as much as I enjoy being your 'really good friend' I want to ask if you'll be my girlfriend. Only if you're rea—"

"Yes! Yes, of course. I'm ready. I've been ready. I'm so over the douche bag baggage and other crap. I'm ready for us to move to the next level."

"Great, because I'm dying to make love to you." I blush, dropping my head to hide my face. "Shit, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, I do want to, but only if you want to. I'm not rushing you or anything, am I? You don't think it's too soon right? Is it too soon?" I love nervous Eric.

"No, you're not rushing me, Eric and it's not too soon. I just haven't had those words spoken to me before. I feel the same way. I want you in every way that I can have you. I never told you this, but I've had a crush on you since the first time I saw you in the hall at the museum."

"Really?" His hand starts running through his hair.

"Yeah. I know I didn't know who you were but I always wanted to meet you. I just never had the nerve to walk up to you and introduce myself."

"So… getting stuck in the elevator was probably the luckiest thing that could have happened to me. To both of us, really."

"I think so. Good thing you're helping me get over my phobia because what we just did in that elevator—as great and fantastic and orgasmic as it was—would not have been possible."

"I only have one more question."

"What's that?"

"Your place or mine?"