AN: First I would like to say... BON ANNIVERSAIRE ET GROS BISOUS, ALEX!

I'm putting this out a tad earlier today than expected, because I know you all have been chomping at the bit for part 2 of their reunion. Trust me, between Ch's 9 - 11, I think I squeezed a whole forest of lemon trees to satisfy you...for the moment LOL.

Without further ado, here is what you've been waiting for.

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This time there was no hesitation on either side. It was kind of weird being outside and making love with Eric, but as we climaxed together, nothing mattered at that moment but him and me. The rest of the world would have to wait.

SOOKIE

Unfortunately, sometimes the world comes crashing through your door, whether you're ready for it or not. There was still more for Eric and I to talk about, and after last night's outdoor romp in the gardens, we stayed up until dawn talking more about my time in Ireland. We also talked about his meeting with the Ancient Pythoness, which snowballed into learning of de Castro's greed for another takeover, and this Council of Elders wanting to stop him.

I wasn't sure why the Pythoness wanted to see me, except maybe to talk about my new skills and old ones. I'd also like to know how she found out I was alive when no one else knew, even Eric. Eric said he had felt echoes of me still present in the back of his mind, but thought it was because of how strong our bond had been. I had to admit, I felt it too. I had still shielded the bond over there and when I couldn't, Maggie's wards around her house helped. Still, Eric was present no matter where I went.

Sometime during the day, while Eric and I slept, little gremlins had been busy filling the refrigerator and pantry, because when I woke up hungry late in the afternoon, I had a ton of food waiting for me.

I fixed myself some pasta and a small salad, and was just about done with dinner when Eric came down the steps on his cell phone. I smiled up at him, but he was busy snarling at something the person on the other end said. He flipped it closed and practically slammed it down on the kitchen table.

"One day, Pamela is going to take it too far."

"Problem?" I grinned, knowing that Pam probably teased him about something and he was pissed about it. He never used her full first name unless he was really upset. "You know she does it on purpose to get a rise out of you."

"I am full aware that she is doing it on purpose. However, she needs to learn when enough is enough."

I let the conversation go with that. I liked Pam, but if she was going to continue to goad Eric at every turn, someday she was going to push too far, and I did not want to be around when that happens.

"I take it Pam knows I'm back. Are you going into Fangtasia this evening?"

He furrowed his brow. "She is most anxious to see you again. I forbade her from telling anyone you are back, and no, I'm planning on staying here with you tonight."

"So then why are you worried? And don't tell me you're not." I tapped my head to let him know I could feel it.

"Something tells me I'll never be able to hide anything from you again."

I gave him a stern look, teasingly of course. "You better not hide anything from me. Now, tell me what's wrong." I smiled to show him I wasn't really serious.

"The same can be said for you my beautiful, stubborn lover. We need to be careful about who knows you're back. We do not want certain people finding out too quickly."

"Certain people, as in Felipe de Castro?"

"Yes. I'm afraid his greed runs deeper than anyone suspected. If he knew you were alive, I have no doubt he would try to take you, especially with your newfound abilities."

I sighed heavily and washed my dishes. I was tired of being used for my abilities. Why couldn't people just leave me alone? No more. It was wearing thin.

I turned and looked him square in the eyes. "Eric, we have to tell him."

He was confused at my response. "I do not think that would be wise."

"Maybe not, but don't you see. If he finds out and you didn't tell him first, he'll be furious. Who knows what could happen to you. You said he couldn't take me now that we're married. Let's just call this a preemptive strike."

He thought about it for a few minutes. "We will see. We should let your family and friends know first. I'm sure you can understand how much they have been grieving for you."

"Yeah, I know. I've been thinking about that. I'm not sure how to go about doing it."

Eric and I talked a little more about it, and the best way would be to gather people at my house and tell them all at once. The only ones I really wanted knowing were Amelia, Jason, Sam and Bill. Everyone else could find out on their own. I still felt very guilty about not telling them when I was in Ireland and then when I first came back, but I had to push that aside.

It was only Tuesday night, so we decided to wait until Sunday evening. That way Merlotte's would be closed and Eric could come with me. I was definitely going to need some hand holding, as I imagined there would be a lot of yelling going on.

In the meantime, I had called Grace's contact, Cassie and set up an appointment for Thursday late afternoon. Even though no one really knew me in Shreveport, Eric was apprehensive about me venturing out during the day, so Cassie ended up coming to Eric's house instead.

She was just as nice as Grace and used some of the same techniques, so right away I felt comfortable with her. After giving her the abridged version of what happened to me, because let's face it, who wants to rehash all that over and over again, we talked about what this session would entail. By the time we were ready to begin, the door cracked open and I turned to see Eric staring at me. Not forgetting my manners, I introduced him to Cassie.

"I'll leave you be. I was making sure you had everything you needed." His face was devoid of expression, but I could feel what he was masking.

"Yes, thank you Mr. Northman, we should be fine." Cassie turned and finished prepping the massage table.

As Eric was closing the door, something occurred to me. "Eric, wait." He pushed open the door again. "I'd like you to stay."

Eric looked puzzled and Cassie turned to gape at me as the words tumbled out of my mouth. I walked up to Eric, wrapped my arms around his waist, and kissed him.

"Eric, I've been going through so much lately and you haven't been a part of it. Whether you care to admit it or not, I know you felt a pang of jealousy when I talked about how Riley was there for me and finally got me to open up. As grateful as I am to him, I wish it had been you there to help me through this. I want you to be a part of this now. I know all this emotional stuff isn't really your thing, but I think it will do you… no, us good. Sometimes I just can't open up to you or others easily. If this is the best conduit I can think of to accomplish that, then I want you there, if only for support."

I gazed into his blue eyes and he nodded his head. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just sit in the chair and listen." Eric sat down in the slipper chair and remained quiet. Cassie checked in with me to make sure this was what I wanted, and I assured her that it was.

I was already in my bathrobe, and once under the sheets, I removed it. She began the session with a little massaging and rocking, while the haze of essential oils permeated the room. Once I was relaxed enough, she prompted me with a few questions, not unlike what Grace did.

With my eyes closed, I completely forgot Eric was there as I opened up to her about how anxious I really was to be home, well, technically home. We also discussed what it would be like to face my loved ones after being absent for so long. Toward the end of the session, we talked a little about my time in Ireland. I shared part of what I had experienced and the changes I felt, and how it encouraged me to realize I needed to come home.

Afterwards, I escorted Cassie to the front door and made another appointment to see her after my big reveal. When I went back upstairs, Eric was still sitting in the chair with his eyes closed.

"Are you okay?"

I stood in front of him and when he finally opened his eyes, he pulled me into his lap. "I wish I could have been there for you."

"But you're here for me now, and that's what counts. I was really messed up Eric; more than I ever thought possible. I was completely empty inside." I pressed my hand to my chest. "I really believed there was nothing left of me but an empty shell. I know you felt the darkness growing in me, the emptiness consuming me. As much as I would have liked you there with me, I think you were too close to the situation to have helped me effectively.

I needed to find what I'd lost – myself. I don't think I've found all of her yet, far from it. Maybe I will never find all of myself again because so much was taken from me. But I can say that with your love and support, I know where to look now."

Eric's mood still hadn't improved, so I decided to inject a little humor at the end, coupled with a healthy dose of lust. I leaned back from his body and tugged on the drawstring of his sweatpants. I peeked down to see he'd gone commando and I sniggered.

My fingers traced his waistline and dipped down, wrapping my hand around his cock. "Yep, I know just where to look now."

I pumped my hand up and down a couple of times, and hit him with another wave of lust. There was no mistaking the change in his mood after that, especially when he grabbed me by the waist and threw me down onto the bed.

"You think that's funny don't you?"

I giggled and nodded, grinning from ear to ear. Eric wasted no time in pulling my robe off of me and ripping my panties from my body. Instantly my giggles turned into moans, as his hands roamed over my body and found their way to my breasts.

"Still think this is funny?" He pinched and twisted my nipples until they were hardened buds under his skilled fingers. I was writhing beneath him, and too full of desire to answer back coherently.

"I guess you don't feel like answering." He stopped his ministrations and stood back. "I should take a shower and get ready to go to the bar."

He turned his back to me and started walking to the door. I was shocked for a few seconds until I realized he was teasing me. My, my… Eric in a playful mood too? How could I resist.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I have better things to do anyway." He didn't even look back as he left the room.

I waited a proper amount of time – that is to say, I peeked out the door and watched him go into the bedroom – before padding down the hall after him. When I opened the door I could hear the shower running. Although I'm sure he heard me, I tried to sneak up behind him.

I opened the glass shower door and stepped in. "No sense in wasting water," I said and proceeded to lather my hands with some soap from the dish. He turned his head slightly and eyed me suspiciously, but continued washing.

I shrugged my shoulders and began showering as well. His shower had been specially designed and there was a track of water sprays coming down from the ceiling, as well as a normal shower spray of water on either side wall of the shower, so we each had our own place to wash.

I turned my back to his and began washing my hair as I sent him every lustful, passionate, loving, erotic sensation at him that I could think of, not getting anything in return. By the time I had finished conditioning my hair, he hadn't made a move on me, so I gave up and started to step out of the shower.

A hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back against a very large, very hard body. "Going somewhere?"

I still tried to play it nonchalantly. "I'm done with my shower. I can't help it if you take longer than me."

I reached for the door again, but suddenly found myself pressed up against the cold glass. A shiver ran through me as the hot water splashed down over my back and heightened my arousal further.

Eric leaned in and nuzzled my neck, inhaling as he pressed his nose against the sensitive spot behind my ear. He growled as he whispered, "Do you know how fucking good you smell?"

I'd never heard Eric swear to me like that before, and I had to admit, it was kind of a turn on. He must have been affected more than I recognized. I cocked my head to one side and his tongue ran up and down over my neck. He gently scraped his fangs over my skin, and all the nerves just below the surface lit up all at once.

I managed to turn around and skimmed his abs, raking my nails gently down his stomach and wrapped my hands around his cock one more. Something inside emboldened me, and I looked right into his eyes as I squeezed my hand tighter around him.

"About as good as you fucking feel."

He hissed in appreciation and before he could descend on me I dropped down and took him into my mouth. My eyes sparkled up at him as I slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth. The water ran down our naked bodies and acted as lubricant.

One hand grabbed the base of his cock and pumped in rhythm with my lips, while my fingers rolled his balls between them. I noticed him brace one of his hands on the shower door, as the other came down and threaded into my wet hair.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel and sensation of him, as I licked and nibbled my way up and down his shaft. When I got to the head, my tongue swirled around and dipped into the slit, gathering the beads of pre-cum that had pooled there.

Sounds I'd never heard before escaped Eric's lips, as he worked on controlling his bloodlust. I knew it was only a matter of time before he grabbed me and fucked me as hard as only a vampire could, but this was my time.

His fingers tightened in my hair as his hips started moving and I slowed my ministrations and allowed him to take over for now. We locked eyes as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth, nudging my throat as he deepened the strokes. I wrapped one hand around his thigh to balance myself, while the other reached around and squeezed his cheeks.

My tongue sought out every ridge and vein of his cock as he gradually sped up his pumping. I hollowed out my cheeks to create more of a vacuum, and pulled back on my lips to scrape my teeth lightly up and down his cock.

I think that must have been the last straw because he quickly shut of the water and pulled me up against his body. Not even drying off or grabbing towels, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder caveman style and walked back into the bedroom.

I squealed and giggled like a school girl, but Eric didn't say a word until he practically threw me down on the bed.

I feigned being upset and tried to scramble away, but Eric was too fast for me. He pinned me down on the bed and looked deep into my eyes. "Not so fast. Were you never taught that you should always finish what you start?"

If you could actually orgasm from a smirk, I would have from the one that Eric was sporting. I fake pouted and huffed. "Fine, if that's the way you want it, go ahead and finish. I'll just lay here and wait."

He captured my bottom lip between his and suckled on it. That got my libido hopping up and down furiously, and he pulled my legs around his hips.

"I believe this is a participatory activity."

"Hmm, in that case…" I kissed him with all the gusto I had, and pressed my tongue against his lips begging entrance.

His lips parted and our tongues slid together in a sultry dance, passionate enough to ignite my soul on fire. Every nerve in my body was standing on end from that one kiss and I wrapped my legs tighter around him.

The coolness of his body against my raging heat should have set off any sprinkler system, and indeed it was having that effect between my legs. Eric trailed kisses down my chin and throat until he landed between my breasts.

He cupped one with his hand and rubbed his thumb over the already hard nipple, as his lips latched onto the other one and sucked hard on it. I writhed and moaned as he worked harder at what he was doing and my abdomen tightened. I wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer, nor did I want to.

Eric switched his hand and mouth to pay attention to the other nipple, and I was gasping with want and need. He was definitely a master artist and I was his canvas. "Eric, please…"

I threaded my fingers into his locks and tried to pull his face up to mine, but he had other plans. Licking and nibbling his way down my stomach, he stopped just above my blond curls and spread my legs open, placing a foot firmly on each side of his head.

He blew a stream of cold air between my legs and I practically came off the bed. My hand still on his head, he looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Watch me. Don't take your eyes off me."

I released him and propped myself up on my elbows to watch his every move. He darted his tongue out and licked at my folds as my wetness seeped onto his tongue. I rolled my head back and moaned, as my hips bucked up into his face. He put a hand on my abdomen to hold me down and stopped what he was doing.

"I said to watch me. If you take your eyes off me, I will stop."

I let out a breathy sigh and stared at him intently. He resumed his foreplay and placed a kiss on my folds, before sliding his tongue between them and licking a straight line from my entrance to my clit.

I shifted my weight onto one elbow and my free hand began playing with my nipples. When he saw what I was doing, he stopped long enough to come around and replace my other arm with a bunch of pillows.

"Now both of your hands are free." He settled back down between my legs and picked up where he left off.

Both my hands found their way to my breasts and kneaded them, rolling the nipples between my fingers. Eric's fangs scraped on either side of my clit lightly, but just enough for a few drops of blood to pool. He licked it up as it mixed with my juices, and as it healed, he sucked hard on my clit, bringing me close enough to the edge, but not quite over.

He worked his way down to my entrance and his fingers drew circles around my clit as he pushed his tongue inside me. My hips were having a hard time keeping still as keening sounds tumbled from my lips. He found my g-spot almost right away and rubbed his tongue roughly against it.

I was just about to tumble over the edge, when he pulled back again and chuckled.

"Damn it Eric. Please…"

Taking one of my hands in his, he placed it flat on my body right below my breasts and dragged it down to my aching, overly wet core. He held my index and middle finger in his hand and parted my folds with them. I knew what he was doing, and I really just wanted him to fuck me for all I was worth. No more playing around.

"Eric, please just…"

He cut me off. "If you'd rather I just fuck you like some meal, I can. Otherwise, hush. I can't concentrate with you talking."

I was shocked with his words, but that damn smirk appeared on his lips again and I just shook my head as I melted further into the pillows. Together we rubbed against my clit until it was only my fingers remaining. His tongue lapped at the juices coating my fingers and he plunged his tongue deep into me as one of his hands reached under me and pressed into the fleshy part of my ass.

I was so lost in the sensations that at first I didn't notice that Eric had switched from his tongue to thrusting two fingers inside of me. I only noticed when his hand slid down to my ankle and pulled my leg over his shoulder. Still with my eyes on him, he gave my inner thigh a long slow lick and bared his fangs.

One quick look into my eyes and I nodded, as he added a third finger inside of me and bit down. My fingers pressed down on my clit and my back arched as my muscles tightened around his thrusting fingers. I came hard and fast, screaming his name over and over. I think a few expletives were thrown out there too, but I couldn't be sure.

Eric licked the little wounds as I was coming down from my orgasm, when he threw my other leg over his shoulder and climbed up further on the bed. Without waiting, he positioned his cock at my entrance and thrust it into me deep and hard. At the angle we were in, he was able to penetrate very deep and I bucked against him and fisted the sheets beneath me.

The concentration on his face was immeasurable, as his hips smacked against mine forcefully. Well, I wanted him to fuck me for all I was worth, and he was damn well delivering.

"This is so good…this is so right." I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or not until he looked down at me, my one hand now cupped around my breast.

At the angle we were in, he never lost motion as he crawled up closer to me, still pounding into me. My knees were bent and pushed out now, and his thrusts became shorter, but still just as deep.

His face hovered over me, watching me pant and moan as he captured my lips in an awkward kiss. Our tongues wrestled for dominance until his won out, sweeping my mouth. The bloodlust coming from Eric was evident and my body was completely lost, as overwhelming desire raged not only through my every nerve ending, but in Eric's too.

He blazed an icy trail of kisses down to the valley between my breasts, and I reached up and stroked his cheek. His eyes were dark with abandon now, which pushed me back to that edge.

Eric hovered over my untouched breast and a low growl emanated from his lips. "Mine. Forever."

He bit down on my breast, and as he filled me I floated somewhere near utter bliss and nirvana. I was literally floating on another plane of existence where time and thought gave way to sensations and emotions.

When I came back down, Eric was staring down at me, eyes wide, and wiping the tears away from my eyes. "Are you all right?"

My response sounded something like a garbled yes, but I was a big huge pile of gooey mess, and did not want to ruin it with words. Instead, my arms went around his neck and I tried to pull him down on top of me.

Instead, he shifted to the side and snuggled me against him, as we lay there in post-coital ecstasy. Eric and I had had sex before, but it was incomparable to what we just did right now. It was raw, passionate and absolute emotion.

Unfortunately, as I mentioned earlier, sometimes the world comes crashing down on you whether you want it to or not. Not only did his phone ring, but the doorbell rang as well. I sat up, coming back to my senses and anxiety instantly took over.

Eric grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand and answered it, as he managed to slide into his sweatpants again. He left the room and headed downstairs, as I looked around at the mess we made. I first started with the bathroom and grabbed a few towels, wiping all the water up that was left there.

Then I attacked the bed. The sheets had to go, because there was no way I was going to even think about sleeping on those after what just happened. I didn't know where he kept his other sheets, but I bundled the used ones up and put them in the corner.

I grabbed the first piece of clothing I found and threw it on. Eric's shirt was long, so at least it acted like a short dress and covered my nether regions. Then I sat on the bed and fidgeted until he came back upstairs. It wasn't until I heard the second set of footsteps clicking down the hall that I ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

I never said a word, even when there was a soft rapping at the door. I clutched the fabric of the shirt to my chest until a soft voice alleviated my fears. "Sookie, you can come out, dear. I won't bite…well, unless Eric says I can."

I cautiously unlocked the door and swung it open to see Pam standing there, while Eric leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom.

"Geez Pam, you scared the crap out of me."

She smiled. "I'm sorry; maybe I should have called out your name from the rooftops to announce myself."

"Pamela! That's enough! You have seen her for yourself. Does that satisfy your curiosity?"

She inhaled deeply and gave me a fangy grin. "Oh something was satisfied here all right, and I don't think it was me."

Eric snapped at her again. "Pamela, I said enough!"

She spun on her heels and walked toward Eric. "Yes Master, I am satisfied that your bonded is back with us and is safe."

He let her pass and as she left, she called out laughingly, "Sookie, I'm very glad you're not dead. Don't scare us like that again."

Okay, so Pam was at the door and wanted to see for herself that I was alive and kicking. Something was troubling Eric again and it didn't sit well with me. "Who was the call from?"

Not sugar coating it or evading the question, he told me truthfully. "Felipe is requesting my presence in Vegas next week. I'm not sure why, but we should not worry about that right now."

How could I not worry about that? Eric looked over at the mattresses. "It looks like someone made a mess of my bed. I hate messes." His eyes traveled up and down my body as he leered at me.

Without another word, he picked me up and pulled me back into the bathroom and into the shower, holding me against him as he turned on the water. Our clothes matted to our bodies and we stripped quickly, chucking them outside the door onto my nicely cleaned floor.

Instead of going into the bar, Eric stayed home that night with me and we once again reconnected in more ways than one could count.

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ERIC

I always say that one day Pam is going to go too far and she will regret it, and tonight was no exception. I don't care if she taunts and teases me, but Sookie is off limits. As much passion as Sookie exhibited with me earlier, she still carried a fair amount of anxiety. She did not need to be antagonized right now.

After our second shower, I remade the bed while she dried her hair. I also ran downstairs and grabbed her some fruit and something to drink. I had a feeling she'd be hungry. I was wrong. She was starving.

We still had a couple of hours before daylight, and as we sat on the couch in my office so she could eat, I wanted to talk to her about a few things.

"Sookie, I want to thank you for including me in your session tonight. What you went through was horrible, and I still think for you to be sitting here is a testament to how strong of a woman you are. I know there are things you cannot tell me yet, and I hope that some day you will feel comfortable enough to share them with me. But until that time, whatever you want to share, I hope you trust that I am here for you."

She tried to say something, but I continued.

"No, let me finish. When I thought you were dead, it nearly killed me and I thought about meeting the sun. Even though I felt a slight presence in my head, I dismissed it as a lingering part of our bond."

"Eric, no. I would never want you to do that. That's silly." She set the tray down and snuggled up to me.

Holding her in my arms felt so right. "I know. It was only a flicker of a thought, but it made me realize just how much you mean to me; how much a part of my life you are. I don't want that to change, ever."

I kissed the top of her head. "Sookie, I do love you. I can't even remember the last woman I said that to. It may have been my wife when I was human."

She laced her fingers with mine and kissed the back of my hand. "I love you too Eric. Earlier tonight, you said forever. That goes both ways you know."

"I'm glad you think that, because I mean it. I am never letting you go now. I cannot sit here and say that I will be everything you ever need, and I cannot say that I will give you everything you want in a relationship, but I would like to think I can come close. I can only be who I am. I only want the best for you and I need you to trust in that."

"Eric, I don't want you to be anything but who you are. Otherwise, you wouldn't be the man I fell in love with. I get that you want the best for me and I love that about you, but you have to understand that sometimes I know what's best for me too. Instead of deciding for me, how about talking to me and letting us decide together."

"So then let's talk about Sunday night. I know from what you mentioned in your session that you are worried about everyone's reaction, and that you feel guilty about not letting them know you were alive. I think it shouldn't matter what their reaction is. That may be somewhat harsh to say, but you did what was best for you, and it obviously had a positive effect on you. If they do not understand that now, then they will eventually. At first they may be upset, but I have to believe that the knowledge that you are alive will supersede that."

I let her think about that for a spell, while I sat at the desk and sent off a few emails – one each to Bill, Jason, Sam and Amelia. They were to meet at Sookie's house at 7:30pm promptly for a meeting. I stressed that it was very important and it was regarding Sookie, but did not indicate anything further. I then emailed Mr. Cataliades to come to my house tomorrow evening. There were urgent matters that we needed to discuss immediately.

"Sookie, I am asking Mr. Cataliades to come to the house tomorrow evening. There are legal matters that must be gone over."

She rolled her eyes and nodded before disappearing back into the bedroom. I sat back after hitting send and rubbed my forehead. Losing her was hard enough; going through all the emotions associated with grief and loss. Getting her back was going to be even harder. It was like riding an emotional rollercoaster, but for her I would go through fire. If it meant getting as much of her back as I could, I would endure silver daggers.

By the time I went into the bedroom, she was already laying in bed, curled up on her side. I slid in next to her and pulled her against me. I listened to her breathing even out as we both drifted into a long sleep.

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SOOKIE

When I woke up it was afternoon already. Eric was lying perfectly still in his daytime slumber, so I took the opportunity to shower and put some clothes on. I then went into the kitchen and made something to eat. After cleaning up, I ventured into the library and looked to see what books Eric kept. Some of the newer ones included murder mysteries, or non-fiction books. Some of the older books looked very old and were probably first editions. Then there was a section of books behind glass that looked positively ancient. The spines were faded and frayed, and the writing on them was clearly in a foreign language. I wondered if they were even as old as Eric.

My next stop was to the gazebo out back. I sat there enjoying the view and stretched out on the swing. I should have known better, because when I woke up, the sun was setting. I walked back to the house and upstairs into the bedroom. Eric looked like he was still sleeping, but when I neared the bed, he suddenly reached over and grabbed me, making me yelp.

I swatted his arm. "Don't do that. You know that scares me."

He chuckled and pulled me down onto the bed against him. Man…vampire…male vampire… they were all the same. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh. What is it with the morning hard-on? Well, in his case, the evening hard-on.

Eric kissed and licked my neck and then his hand disappeared under the hem of my shirt. "Mmm, you've been outside, love. I can taste and smell the sunlight on your skin."

I gasped as his fingers pushed my bra up and over my breasts. "Mmm. Eric, we don't have time for this. The lawyer will be here shortly."

He didn't seem to hear me as his thumb stroked over each of my nipples, hardening them instantly. His fingers ran down my stomach and dipped below the waistband of my shorts and panties, as he found his way down to my now very wet folds.

Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside me and started rubbing my g-spot. "Uhh, Eric. If we're going to do this, we better do this now. God, you're so good at this."

"What's that saying of humans – practice makes perfect. I intend to practice a lot with you."

Since Eric had gone to bed naked, he didn't waste any time ridding me of those pesky clothes. He also didn't waste any time laying on his back and pulling me on top of him. Before long I was riding him hard as his hands and fingers roamed my body. Eric lifted himself up and the momentary pain of his fangs sliding into the swell of my breast pushed me over the edge, with him following after a few short thrusts upwards.

Once again, we lay there blissfully unaware of anything else around us…that is until the doorbell rang. Eric quickly threw on some clothes, while I cleaned up in the bathroom and found something decent to put on.

As I descended the stairs, I paused on the last step and could hear the two men talking in the living room, exchanging pleasantries. They were discussing something to do with the renovations of the New Orleans estate, as well as a few other non-vital issues.

I was waiting until the proper moment to make my entrance, and Mr. Cataliades provided just that for me when he finally and pointedly asked Eric, "Surely you did not ask to see me for this. So what is it I'm really here for this evening?"

Before Eric could speak, I cleared my throat, interrupting them. "I believe you're here for me."

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AN: So, what did you think of Sookie inviting Eric to be a part of her therapy? I hope you like where this story is headed. I'm sorry if you all were expecting to find out in this chapter how her family and friends reacted to her being alive, but I swear that is coming up soon. There's just a few things she needs to do first before she can get there.

I'm curious... if you had Sookie's power of teleportation, where would you go (besides straight to Alex *giggles*)? Me, I would probably teleport myself back to France (Tours to be exact). It was my home away from home for awhile and I miss it terribly at times.

Thanks so much to Rox and FDM for giving me their wisdom and guidance on these chapters. I owe them more than I could ever repay! Thanks to all of you who have shown love in both reading and reviewing my story. I will try to get the next chapter out a little sooner than normal.