A/N: Here is another short chapter... I apologize in advance...
Chapter 10
Sookie wasn't sure what she thought Eric's house would look like, but never in a thousand years would she ever associate the word "small" with Eric Northman. But ironically enough, that's exactly what his house was. She instantly loved his home and thought that it was cozy and warm...at least on the outside. His home was definitely away from the city, in the northern part of Las Vegas.
It was all wood and by the look and smell of it, it was unfinished cedar. He had a beautiful landscape that was perfect for the desert surroundings. He used mostly rocks as fill for the native plants like cactus that were interspersed with flowering plants like primrose, cream cups, little sunbonnets, and poppy.
Sookie looked around his landscape for a moment, just taking in the natural beauty that he had created. Though it was night time and she couldn't appreciate all of his handiwork, she loved the way his home shone in the moonlight.
"You like?" Eric asked nervously. He had never taken a woman to his home before. It was small, but he loved it and reminded him of his humble beginnings. He knew that there were women out there, women that he had probably bedded, that would sneer at such a small home. He didn't for one minute think that Sookie was like that.
"It's really lovely." She replied.
Eric took her hand and led her inside. Eric opened the front door and flipped on the lights as she walked into his foyer. As she entered his living room, a feeling of comfort washed over her. His home, for some strange reason, reminded her of her gran's old farmhouse. Not that either looked alike, it was more so just the feeling.
His living room was not very large, but it felt very homey to her. He had a large, soft comfortable sofa, the kind that you could bury yourself in and watch a good scary movie during a thunderstorm. In front of the sofa was a square pinewood coffee table that housed numerous cooking magazines and cookbooks.
"Your house is so cute!" She lilted enthusiastically while taking in the framed photos he had hanging on the walls. She walked into his kitchen and stopped to take it all in.
"Probably not what you were expecting huh?" he said watching her as she took in every detail of his home. He had his hands in his pockets and for some reason he felt…nervous. He found that he really wanted her to like his house.
"No, not at all. I just thought…" she said trailing off.
"Viking appliances, stainless steel…" he said finishing her thought.
"Yeah. I was expecting a professional chef kitchen." She mumbled feeling silly for assuming that just because he was a chef that his home would look like a restaurant.
Truth was, Sookie loved his kitchen just as it was. She was never a fan of the state of the art look. Eric's kitchen was old, with a 50's style refrigerator and stove. He had no dish washer and the colors were kind of a dingy off white color. He had Spanish tile on the floor and also on the countertop and backsplash.
"Believe it or not, I bought this house because of the kitchen." He said. "It reminded me of the house I grew up in. Some of my fondest memories are of my mother baking in the kitchen. She would always let us "help" her, and by help, I mean lick the beaters." He said chuckling.
Sookie smiled at his confession. She knew exactly what he was referring to. Gran used to always let Jason and her each lick a beater from her hand mixer after she would make the batter for her famous brownies or red velvet cake.
"My mom used to sing while she cooked or baked, and I can remember her dancing around the kitchen singing into a spatula as if it were a microphone. Anyway, I know that this kitchen isn't for everyone, but I love it." He said while watching Sookie to carefully gauge her reaction.
Standing in Eric's kitchen, listening to him talk about his childhood and his mother just confirmed to Sookie that she had made the right decision. She was completely smitten with him and could definitely see herself falling for him.
"I love it too." She said in a husky tone. Before she knew it, she found herself in his arms and he was carrying her out of the kitchen and down the darkened hallway, heading straight to his bedroom.
Eric's mouth was on hers and she was devouring him like he was dessert, only his kisses were sweeter than any dessert she'd ever had. If she could bake a dessert that was as sweet as sex with Eric, she would be famous and could probably retire off the money she made from selling it.
But just the thought of another woman tasting her dessert made her angry and green with jealousy. She didn't want to think about Eric kissing anyone but her, touching anyone but her and definitely not fucking anyone but her. She unconsciously growled at the thought that he could belong to anyone but her.
Sookie was not a possessive woman, in fact she was a fairly shy, timid woman who followed rules and allowed people to make her feel like less than she was, but something about Eric brought out a side of her that was new and exciting. She felt ferocious, uninhibited and incredibly sexual. She was a caged woman dying to be let out, to do naughty wicked things to her beautiful chef.
She had already learned a couple of things about the chef. One, he loved when his women had confidence, and two, he was definitely into a little kink.
With a surge of newly found self-confidence, she flipped them over so that she was sitting astride him. She grabbed his wrists with her hands and pulled them above his head.
"You are mine tonight chef." She stated with an air of insatiable hunger. She needed him and she wanted to show him just how much and to prove that she was all the woman that he would ever need.
"Take off my clothes." She ordered ah she lifted her hands from his wrists.
Eric was not accustomed to being ordered around in the bedroom, or anywhere else for that matter, but he was also a smart man and quickly complied with the scorched goddess sitting on top of him.
"Yes mistress." He said, pulling off her dress past her luscious hips, over her bountiful breasts that made him salivate, then finally over her head.
She wiggled her shoulders as he pulled the dress off. She ran her hands through her hair, savoring the fact that she was completely naked on top of him. She felt empowered.
Sookie pulled Eric's shirt over his head and then, with shaky hands, managed to undo his belt and remove his pants. She took his belt out of his pants loop and took a minute to wrangle up her courage.
As Eric lay completely nude under her, she one again grabbed his wrists and forged them over his head. She grabbed his belt and used it to tie his hands to the brass bars that made up his headboard.
She had never been so forward, so kinky before, but now Sookie knew that whatever happened tonight and for the remainder of the weekend would be something that she could never regret.
A/N: Yep, I stopped there, I wasn't in a lemon writing mood. Next chapter I will be though.
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