A/N: Oh, my darling Smoochy Pooches...Sorry for the delay. I had some work and RL overload. Not to mention my favorite author BonTempsBaby updated her story, Addicted to Love. If you have not read any of her stuff, stop dicking around with my shitty story and get over to hers. Pour Some Sugar On Me was first, so start there. I am not fit to trim her toenails, as far as authoring goes. So, you will all probably leave me after you read her work, but it's worth it, knowing she will enrich the world with her lovely stories. Anyhoo-I had a whole chapter of steamy hot sexiness planned. Then, it dawned on my f*cktard brain, that all previous chappys have been the same freaking day/night. So, to avoid even further douchebaggery on my part, I ended the day. I have to give a Holla! to Millarca666 for pointing something out I needed to address sooner, rather than later. Kisses, homie. Another sex-filled chappy will follow this one, hopefully soon (maybe tonight?) You guys all rock, so I bow to your awesomeness. *tips top hat and does the Cabbage Patch out of room*

Chapter 10

One long, pleasurable, cleansing shower later, they lay in the huge bed, OUR bed, Sookie thought sleepily.

"Lover, as much as I would love to continue our lovemaking, dawn is fast approaching. Tomorrow we have some things to decide and arrange. Also, I have a surprise."

Spooning into his chest, she murmured, "A surprise? Eric...it better not be something ridiculous, like a car. You know how I feel about things like that."

Since she was faced away from him, she couldn't see the smirk on his face. "Oh, it's not a car, I promise, nothing like that at all."

"Okay, baby, we'll see tomorrow. Love you."

"I love you, dearest. Thank you again for this night and my gift, as well. She patted his arms that were wrapped around her. "And Sookie? Would you please do me the honor of being here when I first wake?" She barely nodded. He kissed her shoulder, "Sleep now and I will see you first thing in the evening."

He wasn't sure she heard that last part. He slowly pulled his arms from around her. In the moments before dawn he prepared a few things around the house for Sookie's waking, sent out a few emails and did a bit of research. He felt dawn's pull, but he finished up, closed his laptop and slid his arms back around Sookie, pulling her in close. As he was drifting off, a strange thought occurred to him. The clock read 7:40, he had stayed awake several minutes past sunrise. Before he could ponder further, he was out.

Sookie awoke to a strange feeling. For starters, she had to pee like a racehorse. But she was being held in a vice-like grip around her middle. And she was in a pitch black room that definitely wasn't her bedroom. As she lay there for a moment, reality sunk in, all the memories of last night came back. She smiled and recalled fondly everything that happened. But her bladder interrupted her reverie.

Prying herself out of her vampire's steel grip, which was no easy feat, she slid off the bed and tried to get her bearings. She knew the general direction so made a beeline, shuffling her feet. If she did run into anything, she would hopefully do minimal damage to her toes. She found her target and flipped the switch, blinking back at the bright of the light. She squeezed her eyes shut, made her way over to the toilet and relieved herself. She washed up, brushed her teeth, putting her hair back into a ponytail.

She looked longingly at the shower. Then, she remembered the huge claw-foot bathtub over by the linen closet. The bathroom was so big, and the shower was so huge, with all it's multiple shower heads, benches, etc. that the tub was kind of by the wayside. She vowed she and Eric would visit it tonight.

Once back in their bedroom, she debated flicking on a light. Even though she was fairly sure it wouldn't wake him up, she still felt funny about it. Settling for turning on the closet light, she sat down on the bed next to Eric. The blanket was haphazardly across the bottom part of his legs. She patted his bottom, looked at it longingly, then covered him to his stomach. She caressed his back, smoothed his hair, and lightly ran her fingers along his jawline. His Valknut chain was around his neck, though tucked under his body. She sighed at how truly handsome he was-he was breathtaking and she was the luckiest girl in the world. Her love for him and the true depth of all of her feelings for him took over. She thought of the road they'd both been down to get them here, now.

Leaning in, she placed a tender kiss on his cheeks, his nose, forehead, then ending on his lips. She gasped as she felt him kiss her back. His eyes flew open and he looked as surprised as she. He mumbled thickly, "You okay?"

"Yes, but how..."

"I felt your love and-are you sad? I guess it...woke me." He still looked very groggy, his eyes trying to clear.

She shushed him, smoothed his hair again, pushed him down and lay back down facing him. "No, baby, I'm not sad. I just felt all the love and happiness for us and I got a little upset at all the time I wasted. That's all. Now go back to sleep."

He looked at her like a sleepy child, closed his eyes and snuggled into her hand he was holding by his face. Her heart melted. This man can have anyone shaking in their boots or kill like the warrior he is and here he is looking at me like this. He was back under in seconds. Sookie wondered if this had ever happened to him before. Oh well, add that to the list of things to discuss tonight.

She pulled herself from his grip for the second time in half an hour. Looking at the clock, it read 3:41-no wonder she was starving. Throwing on jeans and a Fangtasia tee shirt (she thought Eric would get a kick out of that) from her overnight bag, she headed toward the rest of the house. As if any of the rest of it really matters, she thought, then mentally kicked herself. Been hanging out with Eric too long, you're starting to think like him now. She thought there were worse things in life.

This would be the first time she'd been here during the day, and alone-sort of. The bedroom had one door, that led to a small foyer, then another door that lead to the rest of the house. When she got to the foyer, she was nervous about opening the second door, despite her triple checking the first door to make sure it was shut. She envisioned the first night she ever spent at Eric's house, being her last, as she stupidly burned him with the sun all because she had to go eat. She chided herself, then squeezed out the second door, barely opening it, just in case. All the worry was for nothing, as she saw the windows were covered with oak shutters that covered every last scrap of light.

She shook her head in wonder and made her way to the kitchen. She saw some bags on the counter. And a coffee pot that hadn't been there the night before. In front of the coffee pot was a note in Eric's lovely, if not old-fashioned script.

"My Sookie-I hope this day finds you in good health and spirits after our wonderful reunion." She could hear his smirk. Come to think of it, she was noticeably NOT sore or tender after last night's...activities. Hmmm. Thousand year old Viking blood. She got a little warm at the thought. "I had Pam drop off some necessities last night, so you wouldn't have to leave the house or go hungry. Please rest assured, the entire house is equipped with an automatic shutter system for all the windows, as you saw in the living room. No need to make you worry about me." Mr. High-Handed thought of everything. "If you need anything, please feel free to call Bobby Burnham. Otherwise, I look forward to waking up to a certain fairy in my arms. I hear they are hard to catch. Your loving husband, " and signed in a flourished "E"

Sookie, smiled and held the letter to her heart. For what felt like the hundredth time that day, and she'd only been awake under an hour, she thought of how lucky she was. Setting down, she made some coffee and dug through what Pam had brought.

It was an interesting combination of kids' cereal, lots of junk food and other bare necessities. Laughing to herself, she thought of Pam crabbily marching through the local market, in her Manolo Blahnik's trying to pick out a variety of human food, while some kid in front of her in line threw a tantrum about candy. She had a good laugh, then dismissed that. She probably sent a fangbanger on the errand. She managed to find some bread and eggs, so she made herself a light breakfast. After cleaning up, she took her coffee out to the living room.

She sat on the leather couch and thought about opening up the shades, but decided against it. She felt strangely protective of her vampire. While she was very happy and contented at the recent turn of events, she still had a nagging nervousness about a lot of things. She thought about the Second Bonding Eric had mentioned. She had felt so unsure when he mentioned it, but she tried to pick apart her feelings about it. Was she unsure because she didn't want it, or was it just that all her control would be taken away? She knew she definitely wasn't worried about her desire to stay with him for the rest of her life. A nagging insecurity reared it's ugly head. What if Eric cheated on her and she wanted to leave him. Did the Second Bond mean she couldn't? He was so gorgeous and had such a sexual appetite, not only on a personal level, but as a vampire. He could go a hundred times a night. What if she couldn't? Or he just got bored? After all, he was the third man she had ever been with. How could her abilities compare to his thousand years of experience and keep him entertained? However, she thought, these are the same challenges faced by most human couples. They don't dismiss their love because of a chance the other might cheat or hurt them or have any other millions of problems. Why was she expecting anything differently from their marriage, or bonding or both? If she was truly honest with herself, her misgivings about a Second Bonding weren't about it's permanence, but about her own insecurities as being a good enough bonded to Eric. She resolved that she would be honest with Eric and tell him her fears, as much as it might be embarrassing or scary. He had never been anything but honest (mostly) with her and she hadn't come this far to chicken out based on a what-if? Not to mention the little matter making them essentially untouchable by anyone else! She did have more questions about how it all worked, but it was the perfect solution really.

Okay, that was sort of settled for now. Now, had he been serious when he said he would marry her, the human way? He must have been, it wasn't like him to offer something he wouldn't follow through on. Wow. She was still floored. Did it mean anything to him, or did he see it as a way to legally give her half his stuff? Again, she mentally kicked herself. If that was all he wanted, he would have just told her he wanted her to change her last name to Northman and be done with it. No, it meant something to him because it meant something to her. She really was going to have stop all the pessimistic shenanigans and stop thinking Eric had ulterior motives. Hadn't he proven himself to the nth degree? Not to mention the fact there was nothing one-sided he had to gain. Every gain would be one for them, not just him. Feeling she had accomplished something, she then allowed herself to think about if they did have a wedding..where would it be, who would be there, her dress-all the girly thoughts women have about their wedding.

A familiar noise woke her from her daydream. What was that? Oh, her cell phone! She had a hard time locating her purse. She found it on a chair just outside the kitchen. She pulled it out and found a text from Amelia, "Well, how'd it go with the big, sexy Viking?" with a wink smiley face. She noticed the received time said 5:03! Holy Shit! Eric would be waking up in a few minutes, since the sun set so early this time of year plus he said he often woke before the sun fully set. Quickly, she sent back, "AWESOME. Details later." tossed her phone, took her coffee cup to the kitchen and made for the bedroom.

How the hell long was I daydreaming? She went through the double doors of the bedroom, still nervously, but a little less so, this time. Thank God she'd left the closet light on. She stripped her clothes and slid in between the sheets and stared at her Viking. She suddenly had an idea and hoped she had time to manage it. Getting back out of bed, and walking over to his side of the bed, she pulled one arm with all her might. She couldn't get his dead (haha) weight to move. She grabbed a leg and pulled both arm and leg, trying to get him on his back. She got him almost there, but he perched awkwardly on his down leg and arm. She climbed back into bed and pulled the down limbs with every last ounce she had, come on vamp blood! Finally she got him in a mostly flat on his back position and climbed on top of him. She lay still for a moment, trying to still her heart and her huffing and puffing.

She began placing soft, but open-mouthed kisses all over his chest and neck. She felt him stir down below his waist before she saw his eyes flutter. Suddenly, two arms came up-one crushed her chest to him, the other ground her hips into his awakening, yummy manhood.

"Mmmm..." he groaned huskily, "Could it be that I have caught the most elusive of creatures, a fairy? This one must not know how dangerous it is to be caught by a waking vampire." Sookie wiggled her hips, griding on him a little. "I will have to show her what can happen if she allows the vampire to have his way with her, she may have a chance to make it out alive..."