A/N: HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS! IT'S TERMINAL ATTRACTION.

I've been seriously ignoring all three of my SVM fics for the past month, and for that I beg your forgiveness. My E/S muses have been on vacation for some time now. But thanks to a late night group porn session on twitter/tumblr last night, I found the inspiration to finish this chapter. I also have three pages written of Danger in Dixie, plus the epilogue for Comic Con Connections. All that's missing is chapter 4 of CCC, which needs to get posted first. Hang on while I get everything sorted out.

In other news, I posted my two Dead Pan entries, one written solo and the other written with seastarr08, now that the contest is over. Head over to my profile to read Little Red Hot Pants, a spoof of Little Red Riding Hood, and Dead Lost, a spoof of Lost, which made it to the finals! Thanks to everyone who voted! This was my first contest, and I had an amazing time writing both!

This is the third and final chapter inspired by my Support Stacie bidders. I wasn't going to include the St. Maarten destination, but so many reviewers demanded it, I had to cave! Much love to Huntley for the exotic locale. The tiny Texas town of Tomball was suggested by Sunkisz. I hope I did her hometown justice. Thanks to seasonblogs and the Travel Channel for the restaurant help!

As always, thank you to my beta, chiisai-kitty. Her snarky comments were back with a vengeance tonight! She had me in stitches!

Enough rambling, enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: None of it's mine.

When I couldn't have Sookie naked beneath me, my favorite outfit for her to wear was a tiny bikini. She was certainly not disappointing today; I swear my handkerchief had more fabric. It was microscopic, with some sort of animal print. It accentuated her curves perfectly; her breasts perky and on display for me. Well, they were on display for everyone sitting poolside at the Divi Little Bay Beach Resort on the Dutch side of St. Maarten. But I was the only one who got the play with them when that piece of string she called a top came off.

The past two weeks had been spent relaxing pool side, on the beach, or on a boat. When we told Terry we were staying on the island the entire time, he nearly had a coronary. Once I reminded him that it was his idea that Alcide and I take some vacation time, he relaxed ever so slightly. He still wasn't thrilled that one of his planes was hijacked by two of his pilots, but he'd get over that eventually. He'd never fire us both; we were the best team he had. No other pilot/co-pilot combination worked as well as Alcide and I did. We shared a brain, which made teamwork a breeze.

I reached over to the strawberry daiquiri I'd been working on, enjoying the fact that it was socially acceptable to be drunk in the middle of the afternoon. Alcide was in the lounge chair next to me, unconscious and snoring away. Maria-Star had been keeping him up late during their honeymoon. Not that Sookie and I didn't have our fair share of late nights, I was just used to running on little to no sleep. The girls were in the pool, having a great time being the center of attention. Every set of male eyes was on them in their equally miniature bikinis. Having once been such a pig to ogle a half naked female, I'd taken on the mindset that it was okay for them to look, but not touch. Plus, if I started a fight with a moron stupid enough to touch my girl, we'd probably be kicked out the resort and have to go back to Angry Terry early.

Sookie came out of the pool first. That little suit was wrapped around her curves, holding on for dear life. I'd become a pro at untying them since we got here, much to her dismay. Instead of taking the open seat next to me, she straddled my waist and curled up on top of me. Despite the chlorine smell, I was in heaven. I loved nothing more than having her in my arms. I shot a look over her shoulder to the few guys who had the balls to continue checking her out. My arms wrapped tighter around her waist, a clear sign that she was mine and no one else's. Just to make that perfectly clear, I laid on the PDA with a kiss that left her breathless. A quick scan of the pool proved that no one was looking anymore. That did wonders for my ego.

Maria-Star came out of the pool next, laughing when she noticed Alcide out like a light. She wrapped a towel around herself, laying down on the chair next to him with her romance novel in hand. She claimed it wasn't like the Harlequin trash that Sookie loved to read, it was vampire erotica. When she went on to explain the plot line, I couldn't help but laugh. I'd never completely understand the mysteries of a woman's mind. Any book that came with its own glossary was too much trouble for me.

Sookie pried herself out of my grip to move onto her own lounge chair. I would have preferred a little warning since there was an obvious tent in my shorts due to her previous attention. I quick shift and a well placed towel kept it PG at the pool side. Alcide's rhythmic snoring must have lulled me to sleep, because the next thing I remember is Sookie shaking me awake so we'd have time to shower and change before our dinner reservation. We were heading into the Lowlands to a restaurant that received rave reviews, Temptation. I just really liked the name; I looked forward to tempting Sookie all through dinner.

When we got back to the room, I helped her out of her suit with the flick of my wrist. I was now the master of string bikinis; a new skill that made me want to move to an apartment building with a pool. We showered together, fucked in the tub, and then rinsed off again for good measure. Sookie was convinced it was more time efficient to shower separately, but where's the fun in that? I loved pressing her against the cold tiles, feeling her back arch, pressing those perfect tits into me, at the temperature shock. The water slicking down our bodies as I pumped into her and the way her legs locked tight around my waist were just a few of my favorite things about shower sex. The easy clean up was the top of my list.

She grabbed a garment bag that housed a new dress, kicked me out of the bathroom so she could get ready and surprise me. I ran a towel over my hair, slipped on a pair of slacks and a button down; deeming myself set for the night. Five minutes, tops. Thirty minutes later, Sookie finally came out of the bathroom after I had flipped through the channels at least ten times.

I looked over in her direction when I heard the door open and my jaw hit the floor. She had a taste for dresses that, should they be any shorter, would be categorized as indecent. This one hit mid-thigh, staying tight to her body all the way up to the thin straps over her shoulders. She had on stiletto sandals that had to be at least five inches tall. She mentioned once that her last boyfriend was just an inch taller than her, with a serious complex about it. She was rejoicing being able to bring out the highest of her heels once again. I would never complain. Her legs went on for days anyway, the shoes only accentuated them, making them impossibly sexier.

"Do we really have to leave the room? I could just rip that dress off of you and eat you for dinner."

"Consider it a temptation."

I was so close to keeping true to my word when the phone rang, announcing that the cab we called for was waiting by the front lobby. I groaned, willing the hard on in my pants to go away. That was a near impossible feat with Sookie looking as fuckhot as she did in that little dress.

We walked through the lobby to the waiting cab. The entire drive there, she drove me wild with the most erotic kisses I'd ever received. Her tongue was working overtime, tasting every corner of my mouth. She bit and sucked on my lips, and my neck. I was one firm stroke away from coming when the cab stopped, dropping us off. It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts enough to pay the man. I'm still not sure how much I tipped him; I either handed him a ten or a hundred.

Dinner passed by in a blur. I'm pretty sure I ate lamb, but it could have been dog food. Sookie was sitting to my left, not an inch of space between us in the booth. Her hand was in my lap all night, running along my thigh, brushing against the hard on that hadn't faded since we were getting dressed in the hotel room. She would whisper nasty thoughts of what she wanted me to do to her after dinner. She definitely took the restaurant's theme and ran with it.

She ordered chocolate mousse for dessert and wrapped her tongue around every spoonful. She would close her eyes and moan with each swallow. I was done for. I asked the waiter for our bill, and for him to call us a taxi back to the Divi. I needed the tempting to be over and the fucking to commence.

The taxi ride wasn't much better. I growled as her hands passed over my crotch, again, tempting me to the point where I had to dig my nails into my palms to keep myself in control. She was working overtime in the teasing department tonight. She was in for a treat if she wanted me at my peak. I was so amped up, I'd be able to go all night without stopping to catch my breath one.

When the cab pulled up in front of the resort, I made it seem like I was struggling to get the wallet out of my pants. I leaned over to whisper directly in Sookie's ear.

"I'm giving you a head start. Run, don't walk, back to our room. When I catch you, I'm going to take you. Hard. Harder than you've ever had before. Don't even try to stop me."

She could see the fire burning in my eyes, feeling my hard as a rock erection and hear the seriousness in my tone. She swallowed hard, took off her heels, opened the door, and ran for it. I threw a handful of bills at the driver, and took off after her. With my long legs, I caught up quickly. I grabbed her around the waist, tossing her over my shoulder. She pretended to fight me, struggling to get out of my grip. I slid a hand between her legs, and found that not only was she telling the truth about not wearing panties, she was soaking wet.

As I walked down the hallway to our room, I was happy that it was deserted. My fingers worked their magic into that tight hole, no easy feat while walking with her braced the way she was. She lost all her fight, sagging in my arms as she felt my fingers slide into her warmth. I shifted her, getting our room's key card out to open the door. I kicked it shut behind me, throwing her none too gently to the bed. She came up on her elbows, her legs slight splayed, giving me her best sex kitten eyes.

"Eric, I've been a naughty girl." Oh, she was so ready for me.

"You certainly have. You teased me all through dinner, not to mention your little display at the pool earlier, and then you ran from me. I'd say naughty doesn't even begin to cover your behavior."

"You're right. You'll just have to punish me."

"Oh, you're right about that. Get off the bed. Strip."

We traded positions; I reclined on the bed, while she stood in the open space between me and the door. I was tempted into asking her to put the heels back on, but that would only take precious time away.

She pulled the clip from her hair first, shaking out the luscious blonde waves over her shoulders. She reached behind her to pull the zipper down, releasing the tight fabric from her body. She pulled it down slowly, revealing a little more skin with each tug. When it was at her feet, she kicked it away.

"Keep your eyes on mine. Touch yourself. Slowly."

Her gaze locked on mine immediately as she brought her hands up to her neck. She traced over her skin softly, just like she knew I would, her barely there touch causing goosebumps to erupt where her fingers just passed. She came to her breasts, drawing slowly shrinking circles around them until she found the pink nipples already hard and ready for her. She pinched them, harder than I ever have in the past. Her eyes closed half way, then bolted open, remembering my earlier command. If I ever needed a cue that she was okay with this, that was it.

She continued farther south, brushing down the soft plane of her stomach, through the light dusting of blonde curls covering her womanhood, until she got to the promised land. She looked to me for a sign if she should go further.

"Come here. I want you to take my clothes off."

She walked over, a sexy roll to her hips. I moved over to the edge of the bed, drawing her between my legs. She opened the buttons of my shirt, and for the first time, I noticed her hands trembling slightly. I took them in both of mine, stilling her movement.

"If this is too much, tell me. You're still going to get laid, not matter what. I don't want you to be nervous around me."

"I'm okay with the whole dominance thing. It's just, outside from what we did that time in your bedroom, I've never really done anything like this. I just want to do it right."

"Nothing you do is ever wrong. There's no pressure involved in sex. Just relax."

I kissed both of her palms. She gave me a smile and went back to removing my shirt. I placed my hands on her hips, gently kneading the skin there. When my shirt was open, she pushed it over my shoulders so it fell to the bed. She leaned forward to lick my chest, but I stopped her.

"Did I say you can touch me? No, I told you to undress me, and I still have shoes and pants on. You're not done yet."

She dropped to her knees between my legs, taking off my shoes first then getting to work on my belt. I stood up, causing her to scoot back. She was the perfect height while on her knees to give me head. When she got my pants open, she pushed them to the floor immediately. Her eyes opened wide in anticipation of what was to come once my hard cock came into view. It was right in front of her mouth, taking all of her control not to take me. I almost regretted my earlier order. As a drop of pre-come beaded up on the tip, she licked her lips. It was literally the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I'd seen a lot of sexy.

I forced myself to step back, knowing that if I didn't do what I wanted now, I'd lose all semblance of will power and just fuck her into the bed. Her eyes followed me around the room, curious as to what I had planned. I found her tiny bikini top from earlier, smiling as I ran the length of string that normally ran beneath her breasts through my fingers. I crouched down behind her, bringing her arms back and wrists together. I used the top to bind her hands together, tying the knots tight enough to hold her but not hurt her. I came back in front of her, staring into her eyes. Her baby blue eyes had darkened in a storm of lust I'm sure was mirrored in my own. I grabbed a good handful of her hair, bringing her closer to me.

"Suck it, like I know you want to."

Her lips wrapped around the tip in a flash. I felt her tongue collect the liquid that had already seeped out. As she swallowed, she moved farther down the shaft, working slowly towards getting it all. I could feel the muscles of her throat all around me, working me way too fast towards happy town. Before I could even try to stop the orgasm from coming, pardon the pun, she hummed, vibrating my way over the edge. With a firm grip on her hair, I groaned and emptied myself into her mouth. She swallowed everything I had to give until the spasms stopped. She shifted back, taking a deep breath of much needed air. I couldn't help but notice the satisfied smile crossing her lips.

I helped her to her feet, kissing her lips before instructing her to get on the bed, face down. Not that Sookie wasn't the sexiest thing on two legs every day, but watching her get comfortable on the bed with her hands bound was fucking hot. She finally settled on her knees, ass high in the air, shoulder in the bed spread, with those seductive eyes locked on me.

"God, Sookie, when you sit like that, all I want to do is spank your ass until it's bright red." I brought a hand to one of her cheeks, running my hand softly over it. "Would you let me do that?"

"Please. I want it."

I was surprised at how fast she answered. We'd never done anything like that before, and I expected a little hesitation on her part. She did nothing but angle her hips towards me and shake her ass, egging me on. I pulled the hand that was resting on her up and down hard, the smack reverberating throughout the room. The moan that followed was a mixture of pain and pleasure, feelings any proper spanking should cause. I spanked her again, and again, listening carefully to her body language to be sure she was still into what we were doing.

Her entire body was trembling slightly at my first soothing stroke. Her skin was hot to the touch and red, just like I wanted. It was oversensitive, causing her to hiss when my fingertips came into contact. I left the bed, finding the complimentary ice bucket, grabbing a large cube that fit perfectly in my palm. As I ran it over her ass, she moaned, undulating her hips in the most sexual way possible.

I couldn't hold myself back any longer. Watching her writhe on the bed like that made me ache to be buried inside of her. I ran a finger down her slit, flicking her clit. She was still wet, probably had been all night. I grabbed her hips, filling her in one swift motion. The unexpected entry pulled another scream from her, and then pleas for more. I was more than happy to give her everything she needed and then some.

I kept one hand on her hips, but moved the other to her joined hands, using both in unison to pull her back towards each of my thrusts. She was pleading with me at this point, begging for her release. I was taunting her, slowing down as she begged for it harder, using shallow thrusts when she asked for it deeper, basically holding still when she needed more. Call me a bastard, but I was totally getting off on the control. From the sounds of it, so was she.

I pushed her hips down into the mattress, laying on top of her, pressing her legs together between mine. My body was completely still, as I covered her neck in the most delicate kisses possible.

"Please." It was barely a whisper. If I wasn't right next to her mouth, I would have never heard it.

"Please what?"

"I want to feel you come inside me. Please, give me what I want."

I have died and gone to heaven, buried inside the love of my life. Love... it struck me strange to realize how much I loved Sookie while engaging in such domineering role play, but I pushed that aside for later contemplation.

I grabbed her hips firmly, pounding into her with everything I had. She screamed, coming yet again, tightening her grip around my cock. It was all the stimulation I needed to finish, releasing while buried deep inside her. It was a feeling I'd never get tired of.

I rolled off of her, undoing the knots that held her wrists together. I pulled her to my chest, rubbing away any tenderness I may have caused. Fuck contemplation, I needed to say it now.

"Sookie, I love you."

She looked up at me, her expression hazy after what had just transpired.

"No you don't. You love having sex with me. That's not love, you don't even know what love is."

"True, I've never experienced it before, but I know that I love you. Don't question that."

"Why did you have to ruin our last night in paradise and my awesome sex buzz with that? Ugh, I'm going to shower and then we're going to sleep. We'll talk about it when we're more awake."

I grabbed her to prevent her from leaving the bed. "I don't give a shit if you don't say it back, but do not belittle my feelings. I'm not good with them, but I know what I feel."

"Great. Fantastic. I'm going to shower now."

What the fuck just happened? I thought women like when men are brave enough to be the first to say it. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe she didn't feel the same way. Shit, I should have run that idea by Alcide first. He has more experience in this department than I do. I have never been shut down like that by a woman before and I didn't really know how to react.

Sookie seemed dead set on ignoring it. She walked around to her side of the bed once she was done in the bathroom, curling up so she faced away from me and went to sleep. Well, I assumed she was faking being asleep since I knew she couldn't go out that fast, but it made it perfectly clear that we were not talking about what happened right now.

I took a solo shower of my own, trying to sort out how I managed to fuck up the situation that badly. I was only able to come to the conclusion that I did not have the set of skills needed to handle it. I dried off and went to bed, hoping for a little clarity in the morning.

Sookie was silent all throughout breakfast, only responding when someone asked her a direct question. Alcide kept giving me looks that screamed, "What did you do now, you shithead?" but it was not breakfast conversation. We'd talk once we reached altitude, like we always did.

Sure enough, the minute we hit thirty thousand feet, "What the fuck did you do?"

"I told her that I loved her."

"No, what did you do to piss her off?"

"I told her I loved her."

"Oh. That's weird."

"That's the wisdom you have to impart on me? I was hoping you'd be able to tell me how to fix this!"

"A woman got pissed that a man told her he loved her. I've never heard of that before. That's just messed up."

"Thank God you said that. I thought it was me. You know I'm new at this."

"When did you say it?"

"Right after we had sex. Really good sex, too. Kinky shit."

"Maybe your timing was wrong. Not every woman wants to hear it after sex. Maybe she thinks you only love her for the sex."

"That's what she said! She had the nerve to tell me that I don't love her, that I only love having sex with her. But that's not it! I love everything about her. The stupid, little details that most guys don't recognize."

"Fuck. Sounds like you got it bad. You need to talk to her, find out why she freaked out like that."

"I know. Maybe I can convince her to come home with me again. She probably won't want to, she hasn't seen her grandmother in, like, three weeks, she'll probably want to head straight home to Bon Temps."

"Someone who didn't love her wouldn't know that."

"Thank you!"

We high fived and continued the flight back to Shreveport. We were about to begin our descent when our mikes crackled to life.

"Gulf Stream 706, this is Shreveport Regional Airport, do you copy?"

Alcide picked up the mike. "Shreveport, this is Gulf Stream 706, we read you."

"There's a situation on the airfield, we're diverting you to Hooks Memorial in Tomball."

He looked at me with a perplexed look on his face. "Where the fuck is Tomball?"

"Why are you asking me? Ask the tower, you moron."

"Shreveport, we'll need a new flight path. Plus, where is Tomball?"

I could hear the air traffic controller laughing her ass off. "706, Tomball is in Texas, about 400 miles west of New Orleans. We're patching you through to them now; they'll get you to the ground, don't worry. We need to get out of here. Over and out."

"Wait. What's going on in Shreveport?"

"A Cessna crashed. There's debris all over the runways. No planes in or out for a few hours. They're even evacuating the tower. Over and out, and I mean it this time."

Another controller came over the intercom a minute later, giving us our new bearing with an ETA. We needed to gain some altitude again, which must have caught Sookie's attention as she came into the cockpit. We filled her in and asked her to pass the information on to the passengers. She said a quick prayer for the pilot of the plane that crashed and walked out, visibly upset. That's one of the things I loved about Sookie; she was one of the most compassionate people I've ever met in my life.

I grabbed the mike. "Tomball, why are we routed through your airport instead of New Orleans or another Louisiana air field?"

"706, not a clue. Guess they're busy with other diverted flights. Maybe someone just doesn't like you."

I was going to beat the shit out of this asshole when we landed. I tried to imprint the sound of his voice so I could pick him out of a crowd. I was going to take my aggression at being routed through a little barely on the map town that Alcide and I had never even heard of. He had to pull out the maps just to figure it where it was. Wait... someone doesn't like us... Terry Fucking Bellefleur. This was payback for technically stealing the jet. I filled Alcide on the theory. He radioed to a friend in Louisiana and there was no report of a plane crash.

"Son of a bitch!"

"If he wasn't a family friend, I'd beat the shit out of him myself. He's stranding us in a little Texas town as punishment. Bastard could have just written it off as a wedding gift to me and Maria-Star."

"How did he get everyone at Shreveport to deny us permission to land?"

"He's got a lot of friends in the right places. And way too much money and nothing to do with it. It would appear that we just have to suck it up and deal with it. We'll find some way to kill time."

We landed in Tomball at the Hooks Memorial Airport a little over an hour later. Alcide had decided to head into town with Maria-Star and our passengers while Sookie and I stayed with the jet. Terry would have both our heads if anything happened to it while we were messing around in town. I wanted to stalk off to the control tower and find the douche bag who mouthed off to me over the phone, but Sookie came to talk to me after we docked in a hangar with a somber expression. I thought she might still be worried about the pilot, so I filled her in on our working theory of Terry's fuckery.

"Are you going to break up with me?"

Ah. So now is the time we get to talk about last night. "Of course not. We had a little spat, nothing to phone home about. Couples fight all the time, and now, we're a couple. Not just two people who fuck each other, but a real live couple."

"I know, I was just really hard on you last night. You spun me for a loop."

"I'm sure it was a little unexpected."

"We've been together for what, six, seven weeks? I just couldn't believe those words were coming out of your mouth. I never actually anticipated you saying them. I guess I underestimated you."

"I've been infatuated with you for months. It made it much easier to let go and just be myself around you. You worked your way into my heart fast. I didn't see the sense in waiting to tell you. I wanted you to know how I felt."

"I don't want you to think I don't feel deeply for you, because I do, but I'm just not ready to say it back. I'm sorry."

"I'm okay with that. I won't say it again until you're ready. I don't want you freaking out like last night."

She crossed the tiny cockpit, coming to sit in my lap, wrapping her arms around me. "I don't want you to hold back. Say it as often as you like. I guess..." She took a deep breath, as if she was preparing to say something I didn't really want to hear. "I guess I just kept that part of me closed off, just in case things didn't work out. I guess I'm still tip-toeing around. I just couldn't take you breaking my heart, so I worked hard to keep you out of it."

"I don't know how to prove myself to you. Outside of my past, I've done nothing to make you think you can't trust me with your feelings." I took her face in my hands, forcing her to look me in the eye. I could see she was tearing up a little, but I needed to push the issue. "I love you with every fiber of my being. I'm not afraid to say it. You're the first person I've ever felt this way for and I don't want to hide it. Take your time. Sort out your feelings. But I needed you to know how I felt."

She nodded, hugging me tighter, burying her face in my shoulder to have a good cry. I rubbed her back, holding her close to me, whispering sweet things in her ear. This was not the Eric from one year ago, hell this was not an Eric from a few months ago. This was a new me that I actually liked. I could be proud of this me. This was a me a girl could take home to meet the family. Speaking of which...

"Hey. My sister, Pam, is coming to visit for a few days. Would you want to meet her? Maybe you could have dinner with us. I need to warn you, though, she has a pretty intimidating, abrasive personality."

"I'd love to. I'll wear my tough girl panties that night."

"Can you just wear no panties? Wait, no, Pam would like that. She has a sixth sense for knowing when girls aren't wearing underwear."

"You got it. Would you want to come over for dinner one night to properly meet Gran? She's been raving about you ever since that morning you picked me up. She thinks you're the most beautiful creature on God's green planet."

"I'd love that. Maybe I can work in a little cuddle time with Bubba, too."

While we waited for Alcide and the others to return, I worked in a little cuddle time with my girl. She asked me to show her some of the functions of the plane, so I gave her a mini flight lesson. We were just discussing the joys of thrust when I heard the door of the plane being lowered. Alcide, Maria-Star and our passengers had boxes of food in their hands. Apparently, Tomball is in the early stages of becoming a food mecca in Texas. There was chicken-fried steak from Goodson's Cafe and soft-shell-crab po' boys from Bootsie's, plus a plethora of other Texas treats. We ate like kings, stuffed to capacity. The only trouble came when Alcide declared Goodson's the best chicken-fried steak ever. That resulted in Alcide and Maria-Star getting invited over to Gran's house too, just so Sookie could prove that Gran's was the best steak, period. I kept my mouth shut the entire argument. It was safer for me that way.

My phone rang just as we finished dessert, with Terry's number flashing. I signaled to Alcide, who joined me outside so the others wouldn't hear our conversation.

"Hey, shithead, how you likin' Tomball?"

I really wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I also really wanted to go home.

"Terry, how wonderful to hear from you. How's the moron who couldn't land a Cessna doing? Hope the fucker is dead for all the delays he caused."

"That's a little harsh, don't you think?"

"I know there was no plane crash."

"Figured me out did you? I thought the two of you would. I'm speaking with Tomball right now, working on getting you off the ground. I think I've let you stew long enough. Hope you've learned your lesson. Do not steal my planes."

"We didn't steal the plane, we just borrowed it without asking first."

"Whatever. Get in touch with air traffic control, you have clearance to take off. Come on home, but do not fuck with me again. Next time, I'll report you to the FAA and you'll both lose your licenses. See you soon."

He hung up on me so I relayed the information back to Alcide. We both rolled our eyes simultaneously, shared a laugh, and headed back on board. Within the hour we were in the air, on our way home. As I suspected, Sookie wanted to head back to Bon Temps to see her Gran. We parted ways at the airport, where I told her that I loved her a few more times for good measure. I couldn't help it; I loved the feeling I got when I said it and the smile it brought to Sookie's face. I'd wear her down eventually. I couldn't wait to hear her say it back. Until then, I'd settle for the knowledge that we were definitely headed in the right direction.

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