(Lover is too good a nickname not to use, and it's so Eric)
(Also not much plot/action…next time I swear!)
We buried Gran two days after she was killed. The whole affair was a memory I'd like to burry deep in the recesses of my mind to never see the light of day. It had turned into a fucking cold war in the house between Sookie and I, years of hidden resentment being brought out by grief and stress as we rushed to get all of Grans affairs in order. Jason, being the shithead he is, seemed to be doing V now, of all the stupid choices he had ever made that pretty much took the space as the top contender.
The funeral was a train wreck, everyone seemed to be blaming Sookie for Grans death like I was… and well, it made me feel pretty shitty, she really didn't need both Jason and I hounding her for it, after all, she was getting away from the supernatural now that she dumped Bill. She broke down giving her eulogy, and I caught her before she ran away to cry and just held her as she stiffened in shock, I wasn't known for being physically affectionate. I sent reassuring thoughts her was and waited for the whole goddamned event to be over.
Despite my tentative overtures towards reconciliation with Sookie, I still fled Bon Temps as soon as physically possible after the funeral; I had things to do in the Café and was in no mood to sit around listening to old ladies snipe about everything that happened.
I had missed The Den, honestly with my life getting so derailed recently it was nice to get back to my livelihood. Honestly had I been any other business owner my employees probably would have robbed blind, yay me for being able to ferret out anything like that.
But the day just dragged by, which was weird because I usually enjoyed being there. The Café had been a nice escape from Bon Temps, after college I had managed to get the building and renovated it sparingly; the result was a cozy place where people could enjoys their orders in peace and comfort. I was proud of it, and it did make a pretty tidy sum. It was a good living, I made enough to live on and have extra to use for enjoying life.
Despite my overall dislike for most people I know, I actually enjoyed going out and doing things like going to concerts, art openings, and museums and the like. My rebirth had created within me a strong love of life, which I hadn't really had before.
Of course after promising myself that I would do something interesting my period hit midafternoon and as luck would have it, I had run out of painkillers in my desk. By the time I left around 10 I was curled in on myself and was shuffling as quickly as I could to my car while it felt like an eggbeater had taken residence in my uterus. Driving home as quickly as I could all I wanted was to curl up with a hot water bottle and change into my university sweats. I had just walked in when I heard him,
"Hello Lover." And of course Eric was lounging on my small couch like he owned the place, which as far as I know, he didn't.
"What the fuck Eric?" I whisper screamed as I clutched at my midsection.
"I merely thought we could use a catching up, you and I, after these eventful days" he responded as his nostrils suddenly flared, and when I saw his eyes they were blown out in arousal, the blue suddenly covered by pitch black irises.
"I'd really rather go to bed." I stated and the next moment he was right next to me, clutching at my shoulders and nuzzling along my neck.
"I bet you do" he didn't let up at my neck, searching out my sensitive spots and paying extra attention to them. A remembered yet all too new feeling of liquid heat seemed to ensnare my body as he increased his efforts, punctuating his resolve as his hands traveled.
"Are you seriously turned on because I have my period?" I snipped, pulling away towards my medicine cabinet while he trailed close behind me.
"Don't insult me Sanna, I would be turned on anyway." He was grinning salaciously at me from the doorway.
"You're impossible." I sighed, shuffling back out to grab a bottle of scotch and glass then making my way to the couch and patting at the seat next to me while pouring myself a larger drink.
"I'd offer you something but I'm not on the menu tonight, sorry." And I raised my drink in silent cheers before taking a larger sip than usual. His eyes glinted from his place next to me as he shifted to be closer.
"How very disappointing." He sighed, his accent coming through a little more as his fingers stroked along the curve of my neck.
"Well tough," I took another sip, these past few days had literally driven me to drink, or maybe it was Eric, jury's out.
"I came to see if you were well, Sanna," I looked up at him, he had gotten a haircut recently, now instead of the shoulder length hair, it was a much more modern short style that really did things to his cheekbones, so unfair.
"Peachy keen." I scoffed as I noticed my glass was empty and refilled it "It seems like death has been the new vogue ever since my family got involved with vampires. Somehow I can't see how the three of us left are going to not die from some sort of supernatural fuckery." I nursed my drink more as his hand tightened on my shoulder,
"You will not die Sanna." He said lowly but fiercely "You are mine, and I protect what is mine." His arm encircled me then pulling me into his lap and the combination of painkillers, hormones, and probably too much scotch had me strangely please by this development.
"Good." I closed my eyes and leaned into him, his natural coolness actually feeling pretty nice at the moment "I really hate dying, it's not fun"
"No, I suppose it's not" his voice had a hint of humor in it "Death made me, however, maybe I'm biased for it"
"Shut up you," I swatted at his other shoulder halfheartedly before shifting to a more serious tone "I'm your little alive telepath, let's keep it that way"
"Yes dear." The tone was a touch to exasperated to be serious and I moved to look him in the eye.
"You're not as funny as you think you are." I informed him before patting his cheek "all that time and your jokes suck."
"It's not my jokes that suck dear." He gave me a toothy smile showcasing his extended fangs.
I reached up, the floaty tipsy feeling I had letting me completely ignore why I shouldn't do that. But he didn't move as my index finger touched it lightly, groaning he opened his mouth and let me continue. It was oddly erotic, touching the once thing that physically marked his as different from humans. Underneath me I could tell just how much he seemed to be enjoying it as well, and holy shit he was huge.
Looking straight into his eyes I let me finger slice on the razor edge, watched as he kept eye contact while slowly licking at my finger, his saliva stopping the bleeding after a few seconds.
"Why are we doing this?" I asked softly as Eric sucked lightly on my finger, attempting to get more blood or just because I wasn't sure.
"Because Lover," he release the finger but grabbed the hand "you are unique, you are intoxicating, and you are mine. What man would resist that?"
"I never know whether to slap or kiss you." I admitted, feeling my face pull into a pout, definitely tipsy "you say all the right and wrong things." His eyes flickered to my mouth before he shifted me and I was straddling him.
"What words would you have me say?" he asked
"That would be cheating." I informed him, crossing my arms for effect. He threw his head back and sighed,
"Women." And I started giggling, the mood abruptly shifted and suddenly I hit a breaking point and my giggles turned to laughs to sobs and somehow I found myself clutching at Eric crying. He didn't move away, to his credit, just let me cry and rubbed my back.
"You're a lot nicer than I thought you'd be." I muttered when I had calmed down.
"I am not nice." He immediately disagreed, "but I take care of those who I consider mine" and he stood suddenly, carrying me towards my bedroom and depositing me into it.
"You are tired, rest, I will see you at Fangtasia at 7 tomorrow, my little Lover." before he flew out the window again, it's like the man was against doors.
I lay in bed for a while, the haze of scotch still working on me and allowing me to forget my problems and stave off the inevitable embarrassment of what I said and did tonight. But regrets could come in the morning, for now, everything was ok.