Here we go, Chapter 10! Sorry about the short wait. I had lots of sucky mainstreaming to do. We're still in Sookie's POV, so expect a big Eric POV soon!

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Chapter 10

We pulled back out on the highway and drove for about an hour, just enjoying the scenery and each other's company. Eric asked me if Pat Days were about acting on your impulses. I told him that they were, and asked why he wanted to know.

"Just clarifying." He said with a smirk.

About 20 minutes later I realized exactly why he was clarifying. He pulled us into a secluded spot off the main highway, and I wanted to ask what we were doing but his lips were on mine before I could get out the words. We kissed hungrily for a while, and just when I was getting all hot and bothered, he pulled away and started the car back up. I was completely confused, and asked him what the hell that was about.

"I had the impulse to kiss you and now I have the impulse to drive," he answered with a devious grin. I would have to figure out a way to get him back.

We drove into a nearby town just as we were starting to get hungry, so I suggested a little drive-in off the highway that had been there for as long as I could remember. They had the best burgers and ice cream around. It was a nice day, and they were pretty busy, so we got our food to go and took it to the nearby park. We sat on the grass under a large shade tree that was just starting to bloom, and ate our burgers. After we finished we decided to go for a walk around the large pond. We held hands and talked, and it felt wonderful. Suddenly I got an idea for how to get him back for his little 'impulse' stunt.

I spotted a heavily wooded area off the path and dragged him toward it. Once we were deep enough in, I shoved him against a tree. Eric looked at me questioningly, but with fire in his eyes. I gave him a smirk of my own before laying one on him. While my tongue made its way into his mouth, I pressed myself against him, rubbing in just the right way until I felt a bulge in his pants. His arms wrapped around my waist, and held me close to him as he groaned in my mouth. When I felt that I had him properly 'hot and bothered', I pulled away and started walking back to the path. I heard him groan and felt extremely satisfied. He caught up to me quickly and turned me to him.

"Just where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"Oh, I just had the impulse to continue our walk." I gave him my best innocent smile, and turned back to the path while he stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face. When I got back to the path I turned around and said, "Are you coming?" He looked at me intensely and it almost made me shiver, even from a distance. "I will be," he said in return, and then I did shiver.

We made it all the way around the park and by the time we got back to the car, the situation in his pants had died down. I felt bad about that, I really did. At least when women got hot and bothered, we could cover it up better than men. I asked him if he wanted ice cream and he agreed that it sounded good, so we went back to the drive-in.

As Eric went up to get us the ice cream, I got out of the car and leaned against it to enjoy the sun a bit. I closed my eyes when a familiar voice called my name, this one much more welcome than Bill's had been.

"Sookie?! Is that you?" he called. My eyes opened immediately as a big smile spread across my face. I spotted the person calling my name and ran towards him. He met me halfway and pulled me into a big bear hug.

"Sam Merlotte, it's so good to see you." I said as he squeezed me tight.

Sam was probably the only person, besides my parents, that I truly missed from here. He was my best friend in High School and was always with Pat and me. We were each other's rock when she died.

Sam had put me down and was now holding both my hands in his. "What are you doing back home," he asked. "How long are you here for?"

"Vacation," I answered, "three weeks."

"How have you been doing? Are you taking care of yourself?" Sam was always looking out for me. We called each other and e-mailed a lot when I first moved away, but it just sort of tapered off. I regretted that.

"I've been just fine, and as you can see I'm healthy as a horse, so yes I have been taking care of myself. What about you? What have you been up to?"

He smiled, "I opened my bar."

I gasped and hugged him again, "Sam! Congratulations! I'm so proud of you." Sam had always wanted to open a decent bar and grill in the area. I knew that he was looking for locations when I left, but he had a hard time nailing down the money for a few years. I was so happy that he was doing what he wanted.

As I pulled away I heard a man clear his throat behind me. Oh shit! Eric! I hoped he hadn't read any of that the wrong way. There was absolutely no reason for him to be jealous of Sam. I had no feelings for him in that way. Pat told me that he had a crush on me in high school, but I was with Bill and I just didn't see him that way. Sam was like a brother to me.

I turned around and sure enough, there was Eric, looking kind of funny holding two ice cream cones. He was looking at me with one eyebrow raised. I didn't get a jealous vibe from him, he just looked curious.

I let go of Sam and took my ice cream from Eric. I smiled and thanked him. He had gotten us both strawberry. I took his now free hand in mine and brought him over to Sam.

"Eric, this is Sam Merlotte, a very good friend of mine," I said, "Sam, this is Eric Northman, my boyfriend." I felt Eric's hand squeeze mine a bit when I called him my boyfriend. I had hoped that he wouldn't mind, and that squeeze and the look on his face told me he didn't. He dropped my hand momentarily to shake Sam's and then picked it up again.

"Yeah, I know Eric," Sam said and he didn't look all that happy about it, "You're renting out Sookie's old house aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. I've been there just over a year now." A form of realization crossed Eric's face and he seemed uncomfortable. What was all that about? Sam didn't seem to care for Eric, and Eric seemed uncomfortable around Sam. Well, there's something to think about. I felt my ice cream start to drip down my fingers so I decided to get out of this uncomfortable little situation.

"Listen, Sam we're gonna go eat our ice cream before it melts all over us, but I want to see you soon," I said.

"Of course, I'm out at the bar most of the time, you can pretty much always catch me there. My number is still the same too." He told me.

"Where's the bar at?" I asked.

"Oh, Eric knows," he said, not even trying to hide the condescension in his voice.

I frowned a bit, "Okay, Sam. I'll come see you soon," I promised. I gave him another hug, and then followed Eric back to his car and we got in.

"Are you going to tell me what that was about?" I asked.

"Our ice cream is melting," he said.

"You're not getting out of it that easily," I told him, and then started in on my cold treat. It was delicious. I became mesmerized watching Eric lick his. He noticed me watching and started doing things with his tongue on purpose. I began to neglect my own cone and felt it start to drip again. I figured the best way to do this would be to not look at him. Watching a man eat pink ice cream should not turn me on that much. When I finished I turned to look at him and saw the he still had some pink on his hand. I got another idea.

I reached for his hand and he gave me a quizzical look. I grinned and began to lick the melted ice cream from his skin. I kept eye contact with him the whole time. There was some on his index finger so I started at the top of his palm and licked slowly all the way up to the tip of his finger, before taking it into my mouth and sucking it clean. Eric's eyes were half-closed and his mouth was open. I slowly pulled my mouth off his finger and released his hand, then sat back in my seat like nothing vulgar had just occurred.

Eric cleared his throat and adjusted his pants again, and then he started the car and we went to fill up at the gas station before we flipped our coin and went right. I decided not to ask him about the thing with Sam just yet. We were having a great day together and I didn't want to potentially ruin anything. I was planning on seeing Sam soon anyway and I knew I could make him explain things. It was probably nothing anyway.

"Let's go see a movie," I said abruptly. I wanted nothing more than to be in a dark room with Eric. It's not like I wanted to have sex in the theater, but it would be perfect for more teasing.

He smirked knowingly at me, "another impulse?"

"What? I just got the urge to watch a movie with you," I laughed, "Is it a good idea?"

"I think it's a splendid idea," he said.

We got to the theater and he bought us tickets to the next available movie. It was going to be about 5 minutes until we could go in so I went to the restroom. As I washed my hands I caught myself grinning like a fool. I had it bad. I met him outside the door and we walked into the theater just as the previews were starting. I couldn't tell you a single thing about the previews or the movie we attended, because as soon as we were seated Eric pulled up the armrest between us and pulled me to him, kissing me enthusiastically. For the entire two hours of that nameless movie we made out, taking breaks only to catch our breath and take a sip of the water he had bought.

I found myself straddling Eric's lap when the lights came back on. There were only 5 other people in the theater and they were all staring at us. Two of them were an elderly couple; the woman was shaking her head at me and the man, standing behind her, was smirking at us. I immediately felt the blood rush to my face and knew I must have been as red as my shirt. Everybody finally shuffled out of the theater, and as soon as they were gone Eric and I busted into a fit of laughter. I got up off of him and pulled him to his feet. We walked out of the theater hand in hand, still laughing.

It was getting dark out so we decided to just head back to the house, and if we spotted something along the way we'd stop. We got about halfway there when Eric's hand made its way to my thigh. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You really want to start that while you're driving?"

"I am an excellent driver, and I know how to multitask." When he said that last word his hand squeezed my thigh lightly. I know it wasn't safe, but we were on a rural road and I was a bit caught up in the moment, so I took off my seatbelt and scooted closer to him. He seemed to think he had won some contest and got a smug look on his face, but that look quickly faded when he felt my own hand on his thigh.

"Two can play this game, Eric," I whispered in his ear. I felt him shiver and grinned.

He responded by massaging my inner thigh then working his hand up towards the button of my jeans. Why the hell didn't I wear a dress or a skirt or something? It would make this situation much easier. I was surprised when he managed to get the button undone with one hand, and then the zipper went easily. His hand sneaked its way under the denim causing me to moan and he hadn't even done anything yet. I heard him chuckle as he began to tease me through the fabric of my underwear. The light touches he was giving my caused me to throw my head back and moan. Then I remembered where my hand was and quickly brushed it along the bulge in his pants. He shifted a bit and tried to look at me, but I told him to keep his eyes on the road. His hand never faltered, and that surprised me and made me happy. He was right, he could multitask. As I began to rub him through his jeans, I felt his hand move aside the fabric of my underwear and his fingers found my center. I let out a strangled 'guk' noise as he teased me. I began to rub him harder and noticed that our breathing was becoming heavier.

My eyes closed and almost as soon as they did I heard Eric say, "Fuck!" He quickly pulled his hand from my pants and I felt the car slowing down. I opened my eyes and saw flashing red and blue lights. I quickly fastened my pants and slid back over to my seat. We pulled off the road and I started giggling.

"It's not funny!" Eric said.

"It is so funny." I laughed.

"Stop laughing."

"You can't tell a laughing person to stop laughing, it won't work." Another fit of giggles hit me then.

The officer came up to the window and all my giggles ceased. It was time to get serious. Eric rolled down the window and the officer's light shined in the car. He was an older man and was smiling.

"How are you two doing this evening?" he asked.

"Just fine, sir." Eric replied.

"Well, son, did you know you have a tail light out?" Eric and I both visibly relaxed.

"No, I didn't know that." Eric said.

"It's the one on the right. You make sure you get that fixed."

"I'll take care of it tomorrow, sir." I was already holding in a fit of laughter.

"You two be safe, have a good night," the officer said and walked back to his car.

As soon as the window was rolled back up we both burst into laughter.

"Okay, that was pretty funny," he admitted. We both laughed for a few minutes until he locked eyes with me. I saw something in his eyes, something completely serious and telling.

"Take me home, Eric." I said. He nodded and pulled back out onto the highway. He drove as fast as he could without risking another incident with a police officer, and soon we were back in my hometown. We pulled into the driveway and Eric was out of the car and over to my side opening the door for me much faster than I thought possible. He took me by the hand to help me out and I made for the trunk to get my stuff.

"We'll get it later," he said in a rushed voice.

"Someone's in a hurry," I said.

"You have no idea."

We got to the front door and he had it unlocked in no time. As soon as we were in the house we were met with a very antsy Ansel.

"Shit, sorry boy." Eric said. He gave me an apologetic look.

"Just take him, I need a glass of water anyway," and then I reached up to kiss him lightly on the lips and whispered, "I'll be waiting for you."

I left him standing there as I walked to the kitchen, and about 30 seconds later I heard the front door close. I quickly got a drink of water, and then practically ran back to the bedroom. I thought about undressing, but realized that I wanted Eric to take my clothes off. I did, however, take off my tennis shoes and socks. I was at a loss for what to do, so I sat on the bed in what I hoped was a sexy pose and waited. The bed was really comfortable and I realized that I was beginning to get tired. I looked over at the clock and realized that I had been waiting about 15 minutes. What the hell was taking so long? About that time I heard Ansel bark loudly so I ran to the front door to see what was going on.

Ansel was standing on the porch barking at something in the dark. I flipped on the light and gasped. Standing in the front yard were Eric and Bill; Eric had Bill in a headlock and Bill was punching him frantically anywhere he could reach. I flung open the door and stepped out onto the porch.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

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