Hey everyone! Thanks so much for the reviews! Eee, I'm happy you're all enjoying this, but all I have to say is - stop jumping to conclusions. hehe. I'm fairly certain the "oh-no-she-didn't" group will switch to the more happy "awwww" group after this chapter. Now, see, my old readers, that went through EN as well, know not to panic :)) I never leave them hanging. So go read that one. Full of fluff!
Big thanks to my awesome beta, Keri, who helped me up yet again. I can't begin to tell you how excited you all should be about her upcoming fic. I'm flipping around here as we speak. You're awesome, "sugar"! (you cringed, didn't you?)
I went and updated the youtube playlist - http:/www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=x-skFgrV59A&feature=BFp&list=PLF9712A4E8F8DE2C4&index=9
K, so I don't own the characters, but I do own the story and I have more fun with Eric. And Sookie. Yeh, her too. Also, I don't own these lyrics.
Every time our eyes meet
This feeling inside me
Is almost more than I can take
Baby when you touch me
I can feel how much you love me
And it just blows me away
I've never been this close to anyone or anything
I can hear your thoughts
I can see your dreams
I don't know how you do what you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I want to spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Baby, I'm amazed by you
The smell of your skin
The taste of your kiss
The way you whisper in the dark
Your hair all around me
Baby you surround me
You touch every place in my heart
Oh, it feels like the first time, every time
I want to spend the whole night in your eyes
Every little thing that you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I want to spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Baby, I'm amazed by you
(Lonestar - Amazed)
EPOV
I awoke to the feel of a finger drawing circles on the V leading to Junior. Apparently Junior got the message ahead of me and he was already up.
Sookie felt me stir and her hand inched lower, her fingers almost touching cock. I opened my eyes and turned my face towards her. There was a small smile playing at her lips and her breathing was already labored. Apparently just thinking at what she wanted to do was making her hot.
I returned her smile and reached for her face, bringing her lips to mine. I shifted my hips a bit, encouraging her to touch me. If she was waiting for my consent, she had waited for nothing; she could do anything she wanted.
We both let out a moan when the head of my cock touched her palm. From there she became bolder and wrapped her hand around the head, squeezing lightly.
"I'm sorry I left you high and dry," she whispered into my ear as her lips found my neck.
She hooked a leg over my hip and climbed on top of me, grinding our sexes together. Her hand was still squeezing the tip of my cock, while her pussy was working up and down, adding pressure. I raised myself into a sitting position and she slid lower on my thighs. I kissed her intensely as her hand traveled down the entire length of me, sizing me up.
"Is it how you dreamt, Lover?" I asked her before biting onto her neck lightly.
She let out a moan and said one single word.
"Better."
"You're more than I ever dreamt," I declared into her skin.
She chuckled slightly as her hand toyed with the elastic of my pants.
"Oh, God, Sookie, yes," was all I could say, the thought of her touching me so intimately was intoxicating. I found it slightly funny that she was waiting for my permission. I'd give her anything and everything.
Her fingers slipped under the elastic, and her hand encircled me firmly as she jerked upwards.
"Oh, Lover," I moaned and fumbled with her t-shirt. I wanted to feel her skin on mine, her nipples grazing my own, her full breasts flattened against my chest.
I managed to get her shirt off of one hand and over her head, but she wouldn't take her right hand out of my pants to let me drop it completely.
Our lips met in a frenzy kiss once again and her hand became trapped between us, as our bodies went flush against each other.
Her free hand was buried in my hair as the other one kept jerking me. Somehow she knew exactly how much pressure to apply and how fast to go to make me lose my mind.
One of my hands was on her ass, while the other was squeezing her breast. Her hips were moving against mine, although the only friction she was getting was the random contact with my cock.
Suddenly, her hand was out of my pants and she was off of my lap. She stood at the edge of the bed, dropped the t-shirt she had hooked around her right arm and let me admire her for a few seconds. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and her nipples were up for attention. Her abdomen was still tan from the time she had spent outside this summer. She was wearing the pair of pink underwear I had worked around just hours before.
I glanced behind her and the clock beside the TV showed it was 3AM.
She turned around and walked towards the bathroom, hitting the lights so all I could see was her silhouette. Her hands went to her hips and it took me a minute to realize she had hooked her fingers in her panties and shoved them down her legs. The way they dropped to the floor had me hypnotized.
She glanced over her shoulder at me, then stepped out of her panties and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open.
I stood there mesmerized, looking at the place she had been just seconds ago. I quickly got my bearings and got off the bed just as I heard the water start. I pondered whether to drop my pants or not, but given the fact that the look she threw over her shoulder had been an obvious invitation, I decided to take them off.
I walked towards the bathroom and found her naked, under the water. Her hair was wet and her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the spray on her face. Streams of water ran down the breasts, down her abdomen and legs. Her neat patch of golden curls attracted my attention. Even though I had touched her, hours earlier, I had not yet seen her fully naked.
Her eyes opened and she smiled serenely at me. I stepped under the water with her, a mere inch separating our bodies. My fingers trailed her arms until I reached her shoulders, and went up to cup her face. I tilted her head a little and pressed a kiss onto her lips. Her arms went around me and she pressed her body into mine, making both of us groan at the contact.
My hands traveled down her body, to her ass and grabbed her, pulling her into me more fully as she wedged her way between us and grabbed my erection. She started pumping me and I moaned into our kiss.
She stepped away from me and she had a small smile on her lips. Holding my gaze, her hand still on my cock, she slowly lowered herself to her knees. I thought I'd lose it right then.
"Lover," I breathed out, entranced by the view in front of me, one I had dreamt of many times, especially when she was eating any kind of popsicle.
Her eyes shifted to my cock and she licked her lips. Her tongue sneaked out and licked the head and I had to steady myself on the wall behind her. She then slowly circled it and then pressed her lips to the tip. Her hand tightened around my base and she finally pushed it between her lips and into her mouth. Her hot, wet, tongue ran laps around me and I felt like I was in heaven.
She started bobbing her head up and down my length, her hand working on me. I squeezed my eyes shut, but they flew right open when she pushed me down her throat completely. No one had ever managed to do that. I groaned and felt my balls tighten, my release around the corner.
"Lover… I'm… I'm going to…" I mumbled, warning her, giving her time to move away.
Her eyes shifted to mine and she kept on working on me, with her tongue and lips and hand. Her left hand found its way to my sack and she gave a little squeeze. I was done for. I came inside her mouth as her thumb found the spot behind my balls that made my knees buckle. She continued to lazily suck on me as I came down from my high.
My hands found her hair and I grabbed it in a pony tail behind her head, before gently nudging her to get up. She looked up at me and got off her knees. I had no idea if she spat or swallowed, but I couldn't have cared less. I shoved her back into the shower wall behind her and attacked her lips.
She moaned into the kiss and her hands gripped at my arms. My body pressed fully into hers and she moaned, whether from the cold of the wall or the fever of my body, I did not know. My hands went behind her, grabbing her ass and I lifted her off her feet. She yelped, but wrapped her arms around my waist.
"That was the best I ever got, Lover. I'd wonder where you learnt that from if I weren't so dazed," I said in a deep voice.
"Oh, Lafayette is such a gossip," she giggled against me.
"Wait, what?"
"I've never done that before," she admitted and I searched her face. I had no reason to doubt anything that came out of her mouth, but it was still surprising. I almost asked if Bill didn't like it, but stopped before I ruined both our nights.
"It was perfect," I told her and pressed my lips to hers again, my hands holding her ass. I held her up with one hand and took advantage of the fact that her back was on the wall and her legs wrapped around me. I pushed a hand lower and started teasing her pussy. She was wet already and it wasn't the shower water.
She moaned into my mouth and pulled me closer to her. I put her down on her feet and this time, I knelt before her. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder and took in the sight of her.
I traced her pussy with two of my fingers, opening her lips and caressing her. She moaned and steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders.
I pushed my nose into her mound and took in a deep breath, memorizing her scent. I licked her from her clit to the tight hole that had encased my fingers so tightly a few hours ago. I alternated between fast and slow licks, listening for what made her tick. I tried different techniques, trying to figure out which gasps were of pleasure, and which of even the slightest discomfort.
She was trembling on top of me, moaning and occasionally saying my name. Her leg would contract and twitch on my shoulder, and I was happy I still had a hand on her ass, keeping her up, just in case she'd fall.
I pushed a finger in her and she pulled my hair particularly hard in that moment. I pumped her like that and then added another one, causing her moans to get louder. I searched for that spot I had found earlier tonight, the little ridge that made her buck her hips against me. I bit gently on her clit as I pushed my finger against her spot as she started grinding her pussy against my face.
"So close, Eric, oh, God, so close," she panted.
I hummed my content against her flesh and she thrashed harder. I kept doing exactly what I was doing, knowing that any change could delay her orgasm. My tongue worked around her clit, flicking gently across it while my fingers were pumping in and out of her, making sure to hit the spot each time.
She came apart, and I don't think I've ever felt prouder.
I put her leg down and gathered her in my arms and pulled her under the warm water.
"Mmmm," she purred.
"What is it, Lover?"
"No one's ever made me cum like that before," she said, her eyes still closed, her head leaning on my chest.
"Really? Well, it's my pleasure," I smirked. I was honestly surprised, because she never let on that Bill didn't satisfy her, but, on the other hand, I was happy to have put a smile on her beautiful face.
"Really," she replied in a dreamy voice.
I put a finger under chin and made her look up at me, then leaned forward and kissed her lightly.
"I love you, beautiful," I told her, and I felt free as a bird. I couldn't believe my ears when she said she had fallen in love with me earlier. My heart was hammering in my chest and I felt like I was soaring. Now I wanted to hear it as often as possible, somehow under the impression it would make it more palpable and real. It still felt like a dream.
"I love you, too, handsome," she replied, and there it was. Complete happiness enveloped me. I think my face would be stuck with this big grin forever.
We showered and washed our hair, dried off and then took turns in blow-drying. It was a bit chilly in NOLA, and the last thing either one of us needed was a cold.
We cuddled up in bed again. Sookie was wearing my t-shirt and I was only clad in my shorts. She had forgone the panties, since her last clean pair had been ruined earlier. They were currently drying on the bathroom sink. I knew she was secretly praying they'd be wearable by morning or she'd have to go commando.
"Good night, baby," she crooned, and leaned in to kiss me.
"Good night, Lover," I replied, and gathered her in my arms.
SPOV
Morning came too early, and I found myself tangled up in Eric. Our legs were intertwined and our hands linked together. I took a moment to enjoy the feeling, taking in his scent, the smell that now meant "home" for me.
I felt myself blush when I remembered last night's activities. I knew I was rushing things, despite having said I wanted to go slow, but I really couldn't contain myself. I awoke in the middle of the night and I felt like something was off, and I was right. My poor man had gone over and beyond to get me off, and I just fallen asleep. I felt terrible. I woke him up and I transformed into this sexy predator, touching him and driving him crazy. I never felt like that before, but the way he looked at me and the way he reacted to my caresses made me feel powerful and sexy and confident.
I had never given Bill a blow-job cause he wasn't interested, just as he'd never been interested in going down on me. So I just went with instinct and bits and pieces that Lafayette was never too shy to share.
Apparently I had done a good job and I felt proud of myself. What he did next, I'll admit I had thought about, especially since I remembered quite vividly that bit from my dream. Oh, God, that felt wonderful. I had been missing so much…
I gazed up at his face, and admired his sleeping form. I knew in that instant that I'd do anything for our relationship to work. As far as I was concerned, this was it, and I was ready to fight through whatever may come our way. Unless he fell out of love with me, there was nothing I wasn't willing to work through. I had a flashback at the little blonde kids running through a garden, a dream I had every now and then for a few years, and smiled, imagining they would be Eric's.
"What are you smiling about, love?" he asked. I hadn't even noticed he was up.
"Just remembering my dream for some reason," I admitted.
"The recurring one?" he asked and perked up.
"Yeah."
"And what were you thinking about?" he asked in a teasing voice. Well, if he wanted it this way…
"I was actually realizing how much they looked like you, you know? Your eyebrows, your mouth…" I trailed off and he smiled wide instead of being put off, as I half expected him to be.
"I can't wait to knock you up," he said, rolling half on top of me and we both froze when we realized what he'd said.
"You can't?" I asked in a small voice and his body relaxed against mine.
"I shouldn't have assumed you'd want that as well, I'm sorry," he replied and tried to get off of me.
"Hey, I do. I mean, I think I do. Now that we're together, I can't imagine myself with anyone else," I told him honestly and kept him in his place. "I guess that means, sometime, in the future, kids will happen."
"I'm going to be honest and lay it all out on the table. I don't mean to overwhelm you, since we've only just started this, but I don't want to play games either. I've been in love with you for years and now that I have you, I'm not letting go unless you ask me to. I'm not playing games, Sookie, I want this, all of this – your friendship, your love. I want to be your everything. Friend, lover, husband, the father of your kids. All of it. I'm in it for the long run," he declared.
Tears were already rolling down my cheeks. My heart grew ten sizes. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me, and the sincerity in his voice made it that much better.
"As much as I'm a writer, I can't find words right now. I… Eric, I can't wait for you to knock me up," I told him, knowing he'd understand that I wasn't playing games either.
He smiled broadly at me and his hand caressed my cheek, wiping away the tears.
"This is it."
"This is it," I agreed, my grin just as bright as his.
He closed his eyes as he leant forward and kissed me slowly, languidly, like we were sealing a pact.
We spent most of the morning, sitting on our sides, looking at each other and smiling. Until my belly gave out a monster growl, and we agreed to go get breakfast, then visit the Sculpture Garden Eric had mentioned.
We made our way to the hotel lounge and had our late breakfast before we went outside. It was warmer than it had been yesterday, so I was happy.
He took my hand and led me to the car, choosing to drive to the park rather than walk the distance. When we got there, I was amazed at the wonderful works of art around us. You could even touch them, which was prohibited in most museums. We marveled at some and laughed at others. Conversation was flowing easily. Why had I expected anything would change, I had no idea. We were still us, and we were perfect for each other.
We took a seat on a bench and Eric pulled his phone out and took our first picture as a couple. There was nothing that could wipe out the smiles on our faces.
After a couple of hours we headed for the car. Eric suggested we get something to eat again so we wouldn't be starved by the time we got home. I agreed happily, and we went back to the French Quarter.
Hand in hand, we walked on the streets and suddenly, Eric dragged me into a shop. Celtic themed items filled the small space, and he led me to a stand with jewelry.
"See? That one there," he said excitedly, pointing to a pendant with a silver chain. "That's a triskelion, and it means personal growth. My mom used to have one, and she always wore it, saying it brought her inspiration to write her poems. It also represents about every trilogy you can think of, whether you're thinking of God or past, present, future, you know?" he asked excitedly.
"It's lovely," I agreed.
We, of course, didn't leave the shop until he bought me the necklace. He fastened it around my neck and kissed me lightly.
"May it bring you inspiration as it did my mother," he said and I wished then, more than ever, that I could have had the chance to meet her. His father was a wonderful man, but Eric and he had never been that close. When they moved here, he found a mother-figure in my Gran, but never really connected with his dad.
"Thank you, hon," I told him. "I love it, it's wonderful."
We ate an early dinner at a small open-air café, and then we were back on the road. We held hands the entire way.
By the time we reached home it was nearly midnight. We moved silently through the house, and up to our bedroom. I freshened myself up a bit, changing into one of his t-shirts and a pair of boy-shorts, while he opted for a pair of long sleep pants that hung low on his hips.
We kissed for a few minutes, but we were both too exhausted to fool around. We fell asleep quickly, tangled up in each others' arms.
Also, the necklace looks like this http:/www(dot)blockaderunner(dot)com/images/Jewlry/triskele081199(dot)jpg
I've actually asked Keri to design me this tattoo and I'm getting it done next month :D I've had that necklace and lost it, unfortunately. So instead of keep being a sad panda, I'm doing something about it.
I live for your reviews so resuscitate me! Cheesy, right?
xoxo
Gaby
