A/N: I know, I know ! *blushes* April and May were so busy, nerve racking, and life changing for me that my doctor practically told me to open wide while he threw a handful of Xanax at my face! Hopefully this will make up for it a bit. Also, I caved and drank the twitteraide. Follow me (at)yodigittyyoyo for random rambling and snippets of new chapters for all my ongoing stories, and maybe some unpublished ones too ;D.
Faerily Dead Ch 10
Sookie's POV:
As always, the maids brought me the perfect attire for the evening. But when Bessa whipped the pristine and gorgeous wedding gown out of its bag, I wasn't merely impressed, like usual. No, I was stunned. Endless yards of lace and satin flowed like glittering water out of the bag. Surely a gown like that must have taken time.
The garden was a mini paradise when I emerged from the palace. It was understated compared to the opulence of my birthday party, but the gravel walkway leading from my door was lined with huge white, pillar candles leading the way to my fountain. The overhanging trees were hung with white crystal lanterns which swayed in the gentle breeze and refracted rainbows across the lush lawn. There wasn't any music, but I didn't miss it. The chirping of the crickets and howling of the night creatures were enough.
Eric was standing calmly in a beautiful, black tuxedo with a white rose pinned to his lapel. He was so stunning. Before I even had the chance to wish for a bouquet, Ellie pressed a bunch of white roses in my hands.
"Go get 'em, milady." She giggled quietly.
I walked confidently down the gravel aisle, not caring one bit that the train of my dress must be getting dusty dragging across the rocks.
When I reached the makeshift altar, Niall (who was the officiant) brought my hand to his lips for a kiss and then placed it in the vampire's open palm.
After father placed my hand in Eric's awaiting one, I realized this was it. This was that romantic moment that all little girls dream of. I stood there staring up at my soon to be husband, looking into the precipice of true adulthood. The glint in his eyes made me blush from the top of my head right down to the tips of my toes. I stood there listening to the words uttered by Niall, but I didn't hear them, the only thing I heard was this barely known man's soul singing to me. I felt the back of my throat go dry, flutters dancing in my belly, and felt my heart rate triple. I could tell that Eric could feel and hear it too as his eyes began shining and his smile grew larger than life.
It seemed very brief to me, this huge milestone in my life. One second I was staring up at a beautiful man, with my papa asking if "I do". The next, the vampire is saying the same thing, and his lips are on mine. Just like that, I was a married woman.
After the ceremony, it was late enough to be early when we returned to my empty apartments, Eric's hand firmly holding mine. I had a lot to think about. A half moon still shined mutely in a velvet midnight sky. The black outlines of the trees in the distance were beautiful in the waning starlight, and the song birds chirped their early morning songs.
"You love it, don't you? The morning." My new vampire husband ran his finger through my long blond hair and pressed his chest to my back.
"Yes." I reveled in his closeness.
"You wouldn't ever leave here."
"Of course I would. I would leave and never come back."
"Why?"
"For you."
"You hardly know me."
"I know you well enough."
His lips ghosted along the crook of my neck as Eric nuzzled my jaw and breathed in the scent of my hair. "And the sunrise? Would you give that up too?"
Embers of a banked fire warmed me from the spots where he held me so gently, a slow and steady glow that radiated across my shivering skin. "Yes", I breathed. "This," I gestured vaguely to the faint purple sky of pre-dawn, "this is enough of the morning for me."
"Is it, my beautiful wife?" Eric asked as his lips gently sucked on the pulse point on my throat. Lost in the sensation, I leaned back against him and moaned.
"It is", I whispered, reaching across my stomach to twine my small fingers with his big ones. "It is more than enough, if it means I can have you." I brought our hands to my mouth and kissed his pale, wide palm, more settled and content than I had ever felt in my life.
"Very well, then", he smiled against my neck before disappearing in a flash of white and black.
"What-?"
"Don't fret, my lover." Eric held a small white remote in his big hand and clicked a button. Steel plates descended almost soundlessly over the outside windows and stained glass door like impenetrable shades built for a fortress or some ultra-secret government facility. In a few moments the dawn was gone completely, and my bed chamber was sealed in total darkness.
"Eric!" I said in a frantic shout, reaching around rather comically in the black abyss. I knew it was stupid, and he could most likely see me clearly, but I was unused to such deprivation of my primary sense. The ridiculousness was confirmed by my new husband's low chuckle. A match was struck, and half a dozen candles were lit in the next instant, and my Viking was standing before me.
He backed away slowly toward the bed, shrugging out of his pristine tuxedo jacket and loosening his fabulous blue and silver tie. I had to find out where he got that tie, because he needs at least twenty more like it. Eric somehow sexily tossed the jacket on my dressing chair and pulled the tie over his head before sitting down to pull his very shiny dress shoes off of his large feet.
I was struck dumb, standing like a prudish immobile statue in my own bedroom. It was impossible to consider who installed the light-tight shutters, impossible to think of how quickly my life had changed from a nineteen year old blushing virgin to a twenty year old bride on her wedding night. I even found it difficult to remember the ceremony when Eric started to slowly unbutton his shirt with a smirk on his mesmerizing face.
With candlelight dancing across his perfect white skin and the light dusting of blonde chest hair which perfectly matched his long, tousled locks, I might have gasped. And perhaps felt an unfamiliar and embarrassing sensation of wetness between my legs. I stood, just waiting, as he pulled the shirt off his muscled chest and down his arms. Honestly, I didn't know men could have muscles like he did, but I liked them… very, very much.
"Come here, Princess", he said, with an air of command in his voice and a crook of his long, white finger. Nobody talked to me like that, nobody commanded me, but I found myself unable to resist. Summoning the shreds of my pride, I took a breath and strode toward him like I was walking on water rather than Turkish carpet. He chuckled softly at my attempt at callousness.
"Come darling", he said with a smile in his voice, "turn so I can help you out of your gown."
I looked around nervously at the door to my apartments. "There's no need. Ellie and Bessa should be here any moment to help me undress…" I replied in a rush, wringing my hands nervously.
"Trust me lover, no one else will be coming into this suite tonight."
My skin tingled when he called me "lover". I believed the conviction in his voice, and realized how silly I had been to think my maids would burst in to assist me on my wedding night. I spun around gratefully, eager to be out of the wedding gown. Beautiful as it was, it felt stifling and I was struggling to breathe normally. That probably had more to do with my nerves than the dress, but I still felt like I could regain my senses if it was removed. Eric's fingers proved to be not only large, but also nimble as he quickly unthreaded the delicate corset. I felt a bit bare with the dress gaping open well below the top of my lacy underwear, so I held the bodice to my chest tightly. Eric apparently didn't like that, and spun me around.
"Drop it, please." The fire in his blue eyes was irresistible, so I swallowed my fears and let the heavy and elaborate dress fall to the floor. The tightness of the stiffly boned bodice made a bra unnecessary, so I stood before my new husband in only a tiny white lace thong, a white lace garter belt holding up a pair of white lace hose, and my favorite pair of screaming-red pumps.
Eric's eyes devoured me, for lack of a more fervent word. His Adam's apple bobbed as though he was swallowing his lust with difficulty. Later I would jump and pump my fist in the air with triumph at how stunned this beautiful vampire was looking at me, but for now I resolved to stay still.
After a charged beat of silence Eric reached for me, tugging me gently by the hips so my knees touched the edge of the bed between his spread legs. His smooth hands stroked my sides slowly and almost reverently, as though I was a breakable bit of spun sugar. From the top of my lacey garter belt up to just below my breasts, and back down again. If he needed to breathe, I'd say his breath caught as he stared at my body, while I stared down at his hooded, midnight blue eyes.
On the third pass of his whisper-light fingertips I was practically vibrating with an emotion I couldn't identify, but liked very much.
Finally he spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.
"Have you been told about what takes place between a husband and wife, beautiful Sookie?"
I gulped. "No, but I have heard some details in errant thoughts."
He kept gently petting my shivering skin. "Tell me what you know."
It was difficult to concentrate with Eric touching me. Every pass of his fingers left a searing trail of… something… behind, which was all the most distracting when he moved lower to caress my thighs.
"I… I know that husbands and wives lie together… um, in the nude." My face felt hot with embarrassment.
Eric's laugh was so faint I almost couldn't hear it. "Yes", he said more clearly, "they do, do that. What else do you know?" One of his hands wandered down to my calf, and swept slowly up the inside of my knee.
I gulped again. "I know they touch each other."
"They do that too." As if to demonstrate, the wandering hand traveled up and up between my thighs. A jolt of electricity shot through my body when his fingers gently touched the embarrassing hot wetness of my tiny panties.
"Mmmmm." He groaned, slowly tracing the edges of my underwear. Back and forth, back and forth. I unconsciously moved my hips to the rhythm he set.
"Tell me what else." Eric nearly growled his request, and I was shocked by a faint clicking noise as two rather lethal looking fangs dropped down in his beautiful mouth.
"They kiss", I moaned, unable to make my voice louder than a mouse.
He smiled, razor sharp teeth gleaming white in the candlelight. "That's right. They kiss. Everywhere." With that, I was lifted up by my scantily clad bottom and tugged forward onto Eric's lap. His lips attacked my stomach and breasts, and just like that the conversational part of the evening was over.
"Oh!" I panted in surprise as Eric's lips latched onto a nipple. My temperature shot through the roof as he grunted and started to suck, careful to keep his fangs from piercing my delicate skin. The hands that had been so gentle just moments ago turned fierce, rubbing and squeezing every inch of me they could reach. He had a very long reach.
My fingers sank into his glowing blonde hair, threading it around like ropes of gold for me to keep his face exactly where it was. Another hand (had he suddenly grown more?) grabbed my hip and pressed me down tightly to his lap. Knees spread wide, I discovered something very large and hard to rub myself against, and the friction seemed to ease and increase a strange, glorious ache down below at the same time.
"Oooo!" I threw my head back when Eric's lips switched to the other breast. His hand pressed and guided my hips back and forth in his lap as he sucked, and the tension I was feeling was beyond anything I knew existed.
"What is happening to me?" I didn't realize that I had said it out loud until Eric, in a lightning-fast move, had flipped us down on the bed and he was towering over me, a delicious picture of heavy muscles, swinging pale locks and deadly fangs.
"This, my lover, is what happens to beautiful wives with amorous husbands. I promise you that it will get even better."
He was as good as his word. Not a full minute passed of heated kissing before I felt the side seams of my garter belt fall apart, ripped to elegant, useless ribbons.
My legs were then pushed up toward my hips and spread by the width of Eric's muscular shoulders. I looked down wondering what was about to happen. As soon as I made eye contact with Eric he smiled a big fangy grin before saying, "Keep your eyes on me, Sookie. I am going to make you feel things that you never even dreamed possible."
With those words, I watched as his mouth descended to my most private of places. There was no possible way that I was able to keep looking at him. My head fell back onto the pillows as my eyes rolled back in their sockets. There was a tingling building all over. It felt as if my fingers were asleep and I needed to do something with my hands. Of their own accord, they made their unerring way into my hair, grasping and shaking, as I felt my bottom teeth clamp down on my upper lip. Whatever he was doing made my body quiver and my ears ring like muted bells. Suddenly my hands moved down to wrap themselves into Eric's golden mane again, desperately tryingly to hold him in place. Even on the cusp of paradise, I didn't want it to end.
He spoke, raspy and full of want, "Cum for me, Sookie."
The feeling that had begun in the pit of my stomach shot like wildfire through my entire being. My shoulders and my hips arched upward off the bed. If this was dying, there was no other feeling in the world that I would rather experience.
Yo: The beta notes on this chapter were so effing hilarious that I couldn't NOT share! Syster and comedy-extraordinaire stephie8869's comments are in parentheses:
…my doctor … threw a handful of Xanax at my face! (he threw that at your cleavage not your face)
Sookie's POV: (Sookie is a whore and AS, I mean Eric, needs Shanny instead)
"You wouldn't ever leave here." (Don't judge me)
"Why?" (because you are the romantic male lead)
"…no one else will be coming into this suite tonight." (because we got some more fucking rope)
…a tiny white lace thong (Thong song is pumping through my head)
Another hand (had he suddenly grown more?) (of course not. AS has really long arms and legs… he was groping you with a foot… ewww)
"What's happening to me?" (well Sookie this is called you are about to jizz out of your lady balls)
LMAO! Follow my fuckawesome beta sister stephie8869 on Twitter (at)DreamMeALie and I'll send you a 10 year old fruitcake. It's inedible, but can still serve as a totally vintage doorstop. Complete with creepy Santa tin. :D *hugs*
Yo-Yo: Steph also wrote the last bit of citrus for me, or as she called it "wedding night carpet munching"! lmfao! *bows to the genius* Jag alskare dig min vackra!