Once again, thank you for the support! Means a ton to me. :) I'm actually looking for anyone to beta for me. I'd prefer someone who has read the series, but it's not necessary. What I really need is someone who's willing to listen to me ramble off ideas. If you're interested, let me know.
Disclaimer: Still nothing.
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"Have you eaten yet?" Eric asked.
"No, I haven't," Sookie replied, "But, I can fix some myself. I know you have to get going."
"Well, I wanted to take you out," Eric offered.
Sookie smiled, "That's very nice of you, but I didn't bring anything special to wear."
"Personally, I'd settle for nothing," Eric remarked, smiling.
"Yeah, I know that," Sookie chuckled.
"Let's go then," Eric said decisively, "You don't need to dress up. I'm not."
"Ok, but I'm getting a shower first," Sookie replied, as she got up.
"I'll be waiting," Eric called, watching her leaving the room.
Sookie left and went jumped into the shower. Pealing off her work clothes, Sookie stared at her duffle bag for a moment. She shampooed, conditioned, and washed as fast as she could. Sookie had hoped for an idea for her outfit to pop into her head while she was in the shower. Sadly, one never came. Sookie toweled off her body and then wrapped herself in her little robe.
Wrapping her hair in the towel, she opened the bathroom door to allow the steam to dissipate. Sookie caught a glance of Eric stilling on her bed. He was sitting cross legged, with an outfit set out on the bed. Sookie came out of the bathroom.
Eric had pulled together an outfit with the clothes Sookie had brought with her. He picked out her maroon V-neck tank top and a pair of straight leg dark denim jeans. Sookie nodded in approval.
"So where are we going?" Sookie asked.
"Does it matter?" Eric asked.
"Ah, no. I was just curious," she replied.
Sookie picked up her clothes and a few other things from her duffle. She headed back to the bathroom.
"You're not going to dress out here?" Eric asked, with a fake pout.
"No," Sookie grinned, "Well, I could. But I have a feeling we'd never make it to dinner."
Eric smiled in agreement.
She left for the bathroom and quickly changed. Sookie blow-dried her hair, allowing it to curl slightly near the tips. Slapping on some make-up and a spritz of perfume, Sookie left the bathroom. Eric had since left her room.
She collected her purse and left her room. Eric was waiting at the bottom of the steps for her. He took her by the hand and the pair walked out of the house.
Eric led her over the passenger side of the Corvette, holding the door open for her. He then reappeared next to her in the driver's seat in a matter of nanoseconds. Eric sped down the long driveway and into the bustling city of Shreveport. He pulled into the parking lot of Ralph and Cakoo's within fifteen minutes.
"They don't serve vampires here," Sookie commented.
"Well, I don't believe they'd enjoy seeing me satisfying my hunger anyway," Eric replied.
Sookie wondered what 'hunger' Eric was referring to. However, she did not have to think for long.
Eric gave her a devilish smile, "It is best saved for the bedroom."
Sookie blushed slightly, but smiled.
Eric climbed out of the tiny sports car and in a flash, he was on the passenger's side. He opened the door and helped Sookie out. Taking her hand into his, Eric led them up to the glass front door. He opened the door, allowing Sookie to enter.
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We walked into the restaurant and to deny the fact that we turned head would be stupid. Ok, Eric turned heads. As far as anyone was concerned, I'm just the arm candy of this particularly beautiful vamp. I picked up from their brains a mixture of pleasure and anxiety upon our entrance. Many of them woman (and some men) completely forgot who their date was once their eyes landed on Eric. I couldn't help but smile and to know that Eric was completely devoted to me. He squeezed my hand tighter, grabbing my attention to follow him.
The tall brunette dressed in a mint green dress guided us to our seats in the back of the restaurant. As we walked through the packed room, I picked up a litany of thoughts.
...I wonder if she's a real blonde...He's so hot, even for a dead guy...I can't believe they allow vamps here...What's a vampire like that doing with a girl like her?....Those boobs can't be real....I wonder if her mother knows if she's dating a vamp...
They all sounded pretty much the same. Adoring and fawning over Eric, jealously and hate for me. I outwardly rolled my eyes and put my shield back up.
We passed through the restaurant which was dimly lit with clusters of tables and booths surrounding a small dance floor. Ralph and Cakoo's wasn't very expensive or fancy eatery, but it was a good place to go to impress your date.
The hostess led us to a semi-circle booth, it was small and private and towards the back. Eric definitely tipped extra for this. I slid in with Eric following me. For a man of his height, his movements were always very graceful. She tactfully handed me a menu and gave a slight smile to Eric.
"You're in luck tonight, Mr. Northman, we've just received our first shipment of TruBlood, should you want some," the hostess informed him brightly.
Eric nodded. She then turned on her heels and headed back to the front of the restaurant.
Our server came around to take down our drink orders. I requested an unsweetened iced tea, as I do when I go out to eat. Not that I go out often. Eric asked for a bottle of O negative TruBlood. Our server, who was a bright eyed and bushy tailed red-haired teen, scrawled down our order. She never once made eye contact with Eric. But who could blame her? He is quite formidable looking.
I picked from her brain that her parents would not approve of her working for a restaurant that served vamps. But what they didn't know didn't hurt them. She needed the job to pay for her car and the insurance that came with it. She left thinking about how she was going to keep the secret of Ralph and Cakoo's new clientele.
I mulled over the menu, nothing really sparking my interest. I settled on the broiled salmon with sautéed green beans and wild rice.
Our server came back, drinks in tow. She placed two small rectangular napkins, with the restaurant's name fancifully written on it, onto the table. Soon followed by my iced tea with a sprig of mint stuck in it and a wine glass and a warmed bottle of TruBlood.
She politely, but hastily took down my order. Being around Eric really creeped her out. She left just as fast as came.
It wasn't until now that I had noticed Eric's big hand wrapped around my mid-thigh, thoughtlessly rubbing the outer side of it with his thumb. He seemed to be deep in thought.
I reached over and grabbed the bottle of TruBlood from the table. My movement caught Eric's attention, he watched me with curiosity. I covered the opening with my thumb and gave it a few good shakes, dissolving any hot spots that developed. I figured since it was their first night serving it and that the servers hadn't bothered to do so. It wasn't until Bill mentioned it that I started to shake the bottles.
Placing the bottle back on to the table, I picked up the intricately folded cloth napkin from the bread plate. I went to wipe the synthetic blood off my thumb, but Eric caught my hand mid-motion. He leaned over slightly and engulfed my thumb into his mouth. He expertly swirled his tongue around the appendage while sucking on it slightly. All the while looking right into my eyes. His bright blue eyes were ablaze. I didn't need a blood bond or to be telepathic to know what he was thinking. It involved me, a sturdy bed, and several uninterrupted hours.
And to say I wasn't a little turned on by this would be a complete and utter lie.
He released my thumb from his mouth and returned his hand to my thigh. I was very thankful my cold, cold iced tea was sitting right in front of me. I need something cold. I took a hefty gulp.
"It doesn't compare," Eric commented as he poured the synthetic blood into the red wine glass.
"To the real thing?" I presumed.
"To yours," Eric corrected with a smile.
"Ah, thank you?" I replied. I'll assume it was a compliment.
Eric continued to grin, "You're quite welcome."
He stood up abruptly, taking my hand with him. Eric led us to the dance floor, where several other couples were swaying to the music. He took me into his arms and kept me close. Eric took my right hand into his, while his left rested on the small of my back and mine on his. We swayed in a waltz-esque manner to the soft jazz that was being filtered into the room.
I couldn't tell how long we danced for. Most of my time was spent with my head resting of Eric's strong chest, content not hearing anyone's thoughts but my own. I think for a good portion of the time the only thing holding me up was Eric. Regardless, we returned just as my food came out.
Dinner went smoothly. And as I figured it, we hardly saw our server, but when we did she was courteous and helpful. Eric downed two bottles of blood and he was looking quite pink. We didn't talk much, however, I didn't feel the need to. I rarely find any 'awkward' silence between us, thankfully. His cool hand remained on my thigh, not that I minded. The food was better than expected.
One reason I hardly go out to eat is because I can never have a peaceful meal. All the noise of other people's minds is too distracting. You'd think everyone would be thinking about their meal, but no such luck for me. But, being with Eric at any given time makes me feel at ease. Whenever he's around I feel so serene. I love it.
Our server, named Olivia I found out, came back around. She cleared my plate and the empty bottles of TruBlood. Olivia inquired about dessert, I declined. She then placed the check on the table. Eric picked up the bill and examined it briefly. I attempted to pay for some portion of the bill, but Eric said 'No'. I offered tip, he said 'No' again. I sighed. Eric placed his MasterCard in the the little credit card slot and waited for Olivia to return. She did promptly, took the bill without a word and was back within two minutes. Eric signed the receipt and Olivia returned his credit card to him.
Eric scooted out, but oh-so-fluidly he did. I followed him, my movements were less than graceful. We left the restaurant, hand in hand. We piled into the Corvette and peeled out of the parking lot of Ralph and Cakoo's.
I never knew how fast Eric's car to get until now. We were screeching to stop in the driveway within ten minutes.
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He turned to face her, well as much as he could in the small cabin. Eric leaned over and captured her lips in his. It was intense and if it could be hot, it would have been. He effortlessly, but awkwardly lifted Sookie over the armrest and gearshift and into his lap. Eric could taste the sweet-savoriness of the food lingering in her mouth. Sookie reciprocated the kiss with just as much passion.
Sookie's lips traveled down to his jawline, nibbling as she went farther down his neck. Eric let out a soft moan as he licked and sucked on the Sookie's neck. However, he abruptly stopped.
Hastily, Eric opened the car door. He pulled himself and Sookie out. Closing and locking it once they were out. Using his vampire speed, Eric and Sookie, who was still wrapped around his waist, were in his home. Eric carried Sookie up the stairs and down the long, darkened hallway. He stopped for a moment to open the double doors of the master bedroom.
Eric's bedroom was dark and sparse. The walls were a cream color with dark wood floors, matching the wood in the hallway. A large turquoise and green Persian rug covered most of the floor. There was a dark mahogany sleigh bed that sat against the back wall. Golden, satin sheets graced the mattress with matching comforter. A dresser of the same type of wood sat on the opposite wall, with a flat screen mounted above it. There were two other doors, one from a closet and another for a private bathroom-Sookie assumed.
She was still linked around Eric's waist, feeling weightless as he easily held her up with one arm tucked under her butt. He walked them over to bed. Eric gently laid her down as he climbed on top of her. His nimble fingers pushed a few strands of hair out of her face. Cupping her face, Eric pulled her up slightly to meet his.
He crashed his lips onto hers. Eric would have gone on kissing her for the rest of eternity, however, Sookie had to break away. She tried to catch her breath, which proved to be difficult. He watched her intently, his topaz blue eyes soaking her in. Just his stare made Sookie squirm.
Eric leaned down, partially burying his face into her hair. He inhaled her intoxicating scent.
"Yield to me, Sookie," Eric said wolfishly.
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So, yeah I am really, really sorry about the delay. School can be a nuisance, what can I say?
Will Sookie yield to Eric, well you'll just have to stick around to find out. Drop me a review or comment on the subject. Until next time.
-Forever Is Never Forever (Again, sorry.)