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I woke up disoriented. Not surprising, considering this wasn't my bed or my house and it was dark where I was. My first comfort was that Eric was beside me, snuggled up as close as he could get, although him looking very dead was a little creepy. The light from a lit lamp in the corner of the room (for my benefit, no doubt) threw his face into relief and I took a minute to take him in. his face was so still it could have been chiseled from marble and people would have paid good money just to see it. I brushed a few strands of hair away from his face and placed a kiss on his cheek, not that he'd feel either, but mainly for myself.
A tableside clock told me it was 3:30PM , so a little while before Eric would rise. He hadn't been joking about the light proof window covers. They looked like very heavy steel and I wondered what else they were meant to keep out.
I managed to extricate myself from his snuggle death grip to find the door to the much needed bathroom. I almost didn't make it to the toilet when I turned on the light and saw the palatial spread before me. Black and white marble was everywhere. It encompassed the huge Jacuzzi tub in the corner that looked big enough to sit 4 comfortably and lined the glass walled shower. The sinks were inlaid and the counters covered in hair products (I sighed at a little at vampire vanity). My toothbrush had made its way to the counter too, along with all the toiletries that had been in my overnight bag in my car. Also, some vitamins sat unopened next to them for me. I smiled at his thoughtfulness and took them after brushing my teeth and washing my face. I pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail and took a look at my reflection. My skin and complexion were flawless and my hair was shinier than ever, thanks to Eric's blood. My bite marks stood out a little on my neck and I touched them gently, remembering the intimacy we had shared last night. I smiled a secret smile to myself.
After that, I was able to take in the subtleties of the room around me. The shower had not two, but three shower heads. One on either wall and one directly above, a rainforest showerhead, if I was not mistaken. I itched to get inside, but decided to wait until Eric got up. There were no windows but the lighting was bright and welcoming, you barely noticed. I felt like a country bumpkin, standing in this heaven of a bathroom with my mouth wide open, gaping at the luxury before me. This is how the other half lived, I thought to myself.
I went back into the bedroom and flicked on the overhead light. Eric's room was decorated as I thought it would be. Since this was his safe haven, he had decorated it with strong wood pieces, but scarce decorations. The bed was huge and was on top of a 3 step dais. The canopy was crimson and set the mahogany wood posts beautifully. double doors led off to a huge closet, where I found my dress from last night and my clothes I had brought along with me hung up, as well as some other pieces that he must have gotten for me. I ran my fingers over a beautiful ice blue satin dress that was hung up. It reminded me of the one I had worn at Rhodes. I wondered if Eric had been thinking of that too when he had gotten it.
I tried not to feel bought as I looked at the other dresses and clothing there for me. I knew he had money, I mean, his closet was the size of my bedroom and he had more clothing than I had ever owned. I didn't want to be a kept woman, but it was thoughtful of him. I can't very well reject these, they are already here, but we were going to have a serious talk about this. I have my pride.
I opened a drawer (one of many) to look for the panties and found them amongst many more different ones that weren't from my house. I picked one up that looked like pink dental floss, giggling as I tried to imagine Gran's reaction to these. There were all different colors and styles. I settled on some orange boy shorts and shook my head at his generosity. I put on my jeans and a shirt from home and went back to out to the main bedroom.
I skipped over to the bed to give Eric another kiss before heading out to explore the rest of the house.
Getting out of his room was hard enough. There were two huge metal doors, one after the other, the second one only opening once the first one had closed, to ensure no natural light got into his room. The space in between them was lit with neon lights and a camera winked in the tall corner above me. Once I was out of that little space that made me more than a little claustrophobic, I really started to explore.
Eric's house was huge! I counted 8 bedrooms, including his, 4 bathrooms other than the one in his bedroom. None were as sumptuous as his, but all very well decorated and expensive looking. The main staircase led down to the entrance way, which had beautiful vaulted ceilings and expansive windows. There was a ballroom, an actual ballroom! I imagined dancing there with Eric, soft music playing, the lights low, him in a tuxedo and me in a beautiful flowing dress. He'd smile at me and pick me up to twirl me around in the air like he had in Rhodes... I smiled at the thought and moved on.
Next, I found what could only be called a movie room. There was a huge screen on the far wall, a projector on the ceiling and big comfy looking couches spread all around. There was every kind of video game console and a huge movie library, that was arranged alphabetically. I wondered how many of them Eric had watched or if he just had them.
I moved on from there to find an entertainment room with a pool table, darts, air hockey, ping-pong table, even a pinball machine. I laughed out loud at the thought of Eric playing pinball. There were old movie posters lining the walls and boat models in bottles. I found one that looked exactly like what I thought a Viking ship would look like.
I found the kitchen next. It had all the basic amenities, a stove, fridge and microwave, all very good quality and in immaculate condition, along with a full set of pots and pans hanging above the island that looked like they had never been used (they probably haven't, I thought). Did they just come with the house, or did Eric buy them himself?
A small fruit basket was on the counter, with a card from a local Shreveport catering company thanking Eric for the order. Beside the fruit basket was a bouquet of red roses and white lilies. I bit into an apple as I read the card that had been propped against the flowers. "Dear One, I trust you slept well. Explore all you'd like, but return to me as I rise, I will make it worth your while. Love, E". What a horn dog, I thought to myself, but smiled anyways. I was salivating a little, thinking about how he would make it worth my while... dirty vampire.
Turning to more pressing desires, other than wanting to lick every inch of his glorious Viking body, I opened the fridge to find about 6 pre-made individual-sized meals from the catering company and 6 bottles of True Blood. There were bottles of water, a small jug of milk and some cans of Coke too. I grabbed a chicken cacciatore and put it in the microwave, looking around for the utensils. I finally found a fork and dug in ravenously, it was delicious. My appetite was huge, because I ate half a vegetarian lasagna too, putting the rest back for later. I downed it all down with a glass of milk, cleaned up my dishes and mess and kept exploring.
I looked for a dining room, but didn't find one. I did find a couple rooms that were sealed off by a code that wasn't my birthday, though. I shrugged and kept going, although I was very curious. I pondered what kinds of rooms Eric would need locked up. Maybe a weapons room, or a dungeon... I certainly hoped not.
My excursion around Eric's house ended with finding the pool. And what a pool it was! It was in-ground and looked more like a beach or a grotto than a real pool. I was tempted to start looking for fish inside. The part facing me was shallow and allowed you to walk in slowly. The other end had a small waterfall and if you looked beyond the rock formation that formed the waterfall, I could see a grotto-looking hot tub swirling. One sided glass rose high as a ceiling and walls around this beautiful place and since it was the afternoon, it was lit up with natural light that filtered through the forest surrounding the house. But I imagined at night, the track lighting in place would create a luxurious ambiance. I longed to strip off naked (after all, no one could see me) and rush into the pool for a swim. I held back though, since I could see the sun starting to set through the trees and wanted to be there when Eric rose. Promising myself I would be back to have a swim here, with or without Eric, I made my way back to his bedroom.
I made it through the two big metal doors, putting in the code and having to say my name out loud when the tinkling computer voice prompted me to. I took my time lighting all the candles around, like Eric had last night and stripped off my clothes, folding them up and putting them away before sliding into the huge bed. Eric was still in the same position as I had left him and I laid beside him. A small red light blinked out of the corner of my eye and I saw my cell phone laying on the bedside table, indicating I had a message. I must not have seen it on my first way through. I checked my voice mail, it was Amelia.
"Hey Sook, I bet your still sleeping off last night! Anyways, just wanted to let you know that I got Killer a collar, since he lets me touch him now. I figured you might be scared of Bubba showing up and making him a meal, so I put a ward on the collar to keep him safe. Hope you don't mind! Oh, 3 things though. First, Alcide Herveaux called for you and wants you to call him back. Second, I saw Jason yesterday at the grocery store and he totally avoided me! It's like he saw me coming and bolted! What's up with that? Oh and thirdly, some package came here for you. The Fedex guy assured me it was checked before delivering and there's no bomb inside, but there's also no sender listed. Weird. Anyways, hope your having fuuuuuun! Talk to you later!"
I deleted the message, put my phone back and rolled over to think her message over. Why was Jason avoiding everyone? He had gone out of his way to avoid me and Sam at Merlotte's and now he wouldn't even talk to Amelia. I'd call him tomorrow and find out what the heck was going on. It wasn't like my brother to do that, even if I was still mad at him.
I was glad Amelia had thought to put a ward on Killer. The thought of Bubba meeting my cute little kitty made my blood run cold. I said a little prayer to Amelia for her good thinking. Also, I was going to have to tell Eric about Alcide's business proposal tonight so I could call Alcide back ASAP.
And a package came for me with no sender? Well, no bombs inside was a good thing, but now I really wanted to know what was in it. I stirred restlessly next to Eric's still frame. I couldn't feel anything from him on our bond. All of the sudden, the metal plates started moving up the windows, scaring the life out of me. The sun had fallen and I turned to Eric to watch him rise, I could feel our bond re-establish like an electrical current suddenly turning on. His eyes fluttered open and focused on me.
"Who needs the sun, when I can wake next to you?" He mumbled sleepily, pulling me to him. I chuckled at his cheesy line, but all humor left me when he claimed my mouth with his. I'm so glad vampires don't have morning (evening?) breath. He moved on top of me, spreading my knees and rubbed his long cool body against mine, the friction was torture. We were kissing each other hungrily and my hands roamed his back, along all the lovely muscles and tendons, scraping my nails across them lightly. He nipped at my jaw line and down my neck, where he inhaled deeply.
He ran his tongue over my bite marks, as his big hands covered my breasts cravingly. He dipped down and licked my nipples, alternating between them. they were hardened into peaks and he blew air softly over each one, making me cry out. His erection pressed against my thigh hard as he continued lower down my body. He nipped and bit down to my hips and finally setting between my thighs. He looked up to make sure I was watching, and I most certainly was, before lowering his mouth to my core. I cried out and grabbed the back of his head as he teased my labia with his tantalizing licks before spreading me open and flicking my clit. Two fingers slid easily inside me and I kept my eyes on him: it was such a turn on to see him there between my thighs, focused so intently on wringing every inch of pleasure out of me that he could.
My body was so responsive to his touch, my orgasm neared quickly and when he pressed harder onto my nub, the pressure was agonizing. As I peaked, he nuzzled my thigh and bit.
"OH MY GOD!" I cried out, completely uninhibited, it was like being struck by an electrical current that singed all my senses with his touch. He was already licking the wounds, healing them and sliding up my body when I finally caught my breath. He smiled above me, capturing my face between his and kissing me. I tasted myself on him.
"You taste exquisite, lover" he breathed huskily. He leaned up and pulled my legs and hips up, so my ankles rested on his chest before he thrust into me, going deeper than he ever had. He watched my face as he took his time drawing out every inch he could. I was incoherent with desire, arching my back for him and begging him to go faster. He chuckled and shook his head.
"So impatient, lover" he smiled. His eyes were wild and his fangs were out. His chest and stomach muscles rippled with every slow, agonizing thrust and he kept his hands on my hips, guiding himself into me. he would pull almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in, it felt like his length would never end. He would add an extra bit of force at the end, each time relishing in the grunts and moans I would make. He grabbed one of my hands and brought it to where we were joined, pressing my own finger to my clit, rubbing it slowly.
"Touch yourself for me, lover" I blushed at his words and tried to pull my hand away. I felt kind of embarrassed doing it, especially with him watching. He kept my hand there though and worked my fingers into the right rhythm.
"There is no shame in pleasure between lovers. You are so magnificent, Sookie" he crooned softly. I was undone by his words and kept my hand there, rubbing myself softly. I felt self-conscious at first, but it all disappeared when I saw how it affected him. His thrusts got deeper and harder, so I rubbed in synch with his hips, relaxing enough to enjoy the sensation. His hungry gaze made me more brazen and I cupped my breast with my other hand, pinching my nipple gently between my thumb and pointer, making a show of it. He made a strangled noise and picked up the speed even more. I managed to keep up with his pace, even with my hands busy and felt my body start to shake as I came loudly, calling out his name. He followed soon after, his back arching and fingers digging into my hips as he came inside me.
He stayed like that for a minute, his body taught and tight, until he pulled out gently and collapsed on top of me. My thighs were burning from the exertion, but I rubbed his back and kissed him tenderly. He raised his head to kiss my lips, his gorgeous hair was disheveled and messy, but he looked even more sexy for it. I kissed him back and we were silent for a moment. He was waiting for me to say something, I could tell.
"I wish we could stay here tonight, instead of going to see the King" I lamented softly, petting his hair. He rolled off me and we laid next to each other on the same pillow, faces close. The candle light flickered on his beautiful body and his face was the picture of bliss as he studied me.
"I wish the same, lover" he sighed, making him look even dreamier. I cursed the King in my head. "But tomorrow night, we will be uninterrupted" he smiled sweetly. He ran his fingers through my hair, cupping my face gently before placing a sweet, soft kiss on my lips.
"I remember you being this sweet when you were cursed. It's nice to see that side of you again" I told him, tracing a finger across his lips and over his jaw line. He smiled shrewdly.
"You make me want to be sweet, because then you're more likely to take your clothes off" he smiled devilishly. I smacked his arm lightly and gave him a disapproving look, which we both know I didn't mean. We shared feelings of amusement and tenderness through our bond. I loved the easy, fun times with Eric, he was an entertaining guy and we had the best chemistry.
"Is everything you do an attempt to get me naked?" I teased right back. He dropped his gaze down my body, taking me in before coming back to my face.
"Yes" he answered simply. I laughed at his audacity. "You are breathtaking" he added. I smiled shyly and kissed him, mainly to stop him from saying those things that made my insides squirm.
"Thank you. You are pretty wonderful yourself. Although you don't need me to tell you that" he shrugged arrogantly at that, as if to say 'yeah, well, look at me'. "Should we be getting ready? What time are we meeting the King?" I hated breaking this moment, but duty called.
"Soon. Have you showered yet today?" he asked lewdly, trapping his lower lip between his teeth as he scorched my body with his gaze.
"Nope. It would be a sin to use that lovely shower by myself" I smirked at him. His eyes lit up and danced a little before he swooped me up off the bed and carried me to the bathroom. I laughed at his enthusiasm and he surprised me by laughing back. He looked happy, and our bond told me he felt it too and I couldn't hold back the joy that bubbled up inside me at the thought of him being so joyous with me. I loved making him smile.
He turned on all 3 taps and we stood under the sprays, our bodies entwined, necking like teenagers for a few minutes. Finally I pulled back a little bit to grab the soap and lather up my hands. I started washing his shoulders, then down his arms and back to his torso. I washed his chest, paying special attention his nipples, then cleaned his stomach. My god, he gave washboard a new meaning. I proceeded down both legs, right to his toes before lathering up a little more and running both hands down his very erect member.
He grunted a little as I cupped his sac and got my fingers in every crevice, making sure he was very clean. To ensure that he was clean everywhere (that's my story and I'm sticking to it), I lowered myself to my knees and leaned in close to fully examine him. He was blond everywhere, like me, but his hair down there was a bit darker and coarser than mine. His penis jerked and twitched as I ran my fingers lightly up the underside of his shaft, swirling my thumb over his sensitive head. The water cascaded down his body, rinsing the soap away so I followed my fingers with my tongue. I licked from base to tip and all the many inches in between. He tasted like soap and man, I have no other way of describing it. It was heady and delicious and I wanted more.
"Sookie" he panted. I flicked my eyes up to look at him as I kept licking him like a lollipop. He had braced both hands on the shower walls and looked like he was almost in pain. I felt bad for all the teasing, so I dipped my head and took as much of him that I could into my mouth. One hand curled around the base to make up for what I couldn't fit in my mouth and the other cupped his balls, rubbing them gently.
As I bobbed my head, I kept my tongue hard and firm against his shaft, trying to remember all the advice I had read in Cosmo about doing this. I figured I would at least make up for what I lacked in talent with enthusiasm. Eric was making strangled sounds and I looked up with my eyes again, meeting his hungry gaze. As soon as our eyes met, I was thrown into his head again. I saw my own face in his mind between his legs, my mouth stretched wide over him and water running over my hair and face. It was strange to see myself through his eyes. I saw myself and thought I looked like a brazen harlot. He saw me and all he felt was lust, awe, pride and something else I couldn't reach, it was too abstract of a feeling to name. It was heartbreaking in its sincerity though. I wondered....
I closed my eyes and escaped from Eric's mind to rest in my own again as I kept pleasuring him. My confidence in my own sexual prowess was growing. I'm pretty dang good at this! Even if my jaw was starting to hurt a little. Cosmo had warned me about that. I increased my speed, sucking harder and tightening my grip, wanting to feel him come. His legs spread further a bit and he was grunting softly, but getting louder by the second. I took that as a good sign and increased my efforts. I was rewarded with a feral howl before he emptied himself down my throat. I swallowed it all (it seemed rude to spit) and stroked him until it was all released and I leaned back to look up at him.
"All clean now" I said, cheekily. He smiled in a fangy way and helped me to my feet. He pinned me against one of the glass walls and kissed me hungrily. His tongue swiped every part of my mouth, tasting himself on me and I ran my tongue over his fangs. He finally pulled back a little, the water was running down his long hair, which clung to his face and made him look like a model during a water photo shoot. I felt like he wanted to say something, his emotions were swirling in our bond, I couldn't understand what he was feeling. He finally just shook his head and grabbed the soap to start washing me.
He washed my shoulders and reached around to my back, massaging me along the way. I melted into his touch and tried not to think about how conflicted he felt right now. I had been hoping my ministrations to him would make him happier, not broody. We didn't speak, but he let his hands do the talking all over my body. My chest was caressed and my breasts were worshiped with his hands. He dipped his head and licked and nibbled on my nipples after the soap washed away. He bit harder with his fangs and sucked hard, and I felt that sensation of it being pulled from a deeper and lower part of me again. He repeated the same soul-tearing blood sucking on my other nipple and I started to feel a little dizzy. My feet slid forward a little and he had to hold me up to keep me vertical.
With his other hand, he washed down my stomach, hips and legs. He turned his head slightly and kissed me, as his fingers slid up my inner thigh and two slid into me. I moaned against his lips and his thumb started rotating on my clit. I clung to him for dear life, since my legs were giving out as all my blood rushed to my nub. He kissed his way to my ear as the tempo of his hand sped up.
"You are MINE, Sookie" he hissed in my ear loudly. His thumb was rubbing my clit so hard and pistoning his fingers inside me so fast that pleasure and pain started to mix, but all I could do to answer him was moan. His emotions were possessive and feral.
"Your delectable body... your sharp, intelligent mind... your fucking addictive blood... all MINE" he accentuated each word with hard swipes of his thumb across my clit. His emotions were burning me up and his hand was pushing me towards that golden edge. I wanted to ask him to be a little softer, but my body was crying out for him not to stop and my mind had taken a backseat, it felt too good for words or even thoughts. My back arched and my mouth dropped open uselessly when my orgasm ripped my sanity to shreds. All I knew was Eric. He kissed my mouth savagely and pulled my body against his, supporting my dead weight.
"I will have your heart and your soul, Sookie" he threatened, his eyes burning into mine. "I want it all. I want your laughs, your smiles, your embraces, your stubborn attitude and irrationality. All of you. I'll win every part of you until you love me."
I couldn't breath from his words. I wanted to be angry at his presumption of 'winning me', I wanted to yell at him and tell him to back off and that I was my own person, but I couldn't do any of that. He wanted all of me. Even the parts he didn't know about, the parts I had to keep hidden and the bits of me that I didn't even like in myself, he saw into them and wanted those too. I don't know how I knew that, but I felt it more surely than anything. It was a beautiful feeling, to know someone wanted me like that. I raised my shaky hand and pressed it to his cheek. He melted into my touch.
"I want all of you too, Eric" I whispered. I did want all of him, even the terrifying and irritating parts. His smile lifted my soul and he kissed me tenderly, reverently.
"Thank you" he said, softly. I didn't need the feelings of gratitude and regard in our bond to know that he needed someone to accept all of him just as much as I did. We both smiled and finished our shower. It was going to be a long night.
I'm hoping I can post more tonight or tomorrow. There will be much more Sebastian in the chapter to come, so no fear! Please keep the reviews coming, even if they aren't positive, I just want to make sure I'm doing this right. Thanks to all for reading and sticking with me! Much love!