A/N: So, I feel like I must beg for your forgiveness. This update has taken me an obscene amount of time. We had family in visiting last week and with 4 extra bodies, 2 of which are kids, I have had absolutely no time to write. As much as I love my family, I am relieved to have the house to ourselves again. Thanks for being so patient.
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EPOV
The sun came out way too damn early the next day, and I was fairly certain that I hadn't slept a solid hour the entire night. From the constant squeaking of the bed and floor boards sounding upstairs, Sookie didn't fair any better than I. With a few groans and more than a few grunts, I pushed myself out of the bed.
It was the first time I hadn't woke up anxious to get my day started since…well, since I met Sookie.
The previous night's events consumed my thoughts as I stepped into the hot spray of my morning shower. Things had gotten way out of hand and gone way too far, even I could admit that, no matter how much I had enjoyed it. Though, the disappointment I felt, when she practically ran from the room, was something I tried not to dwell on.
While Sookie had managed to relieve quite a bit of tension from my aching muscles, I was still carrying an obscene amount of tension in one particular region of my body. Apparently, he felt neglected after having been left out of the impromptu roaming hands party. Fucking massage from the heavens, or at least it could have been.
It was bad enough that the mother fucker was planning a strike against me. He already had my balls on his side, not to mention, an ever increasing number of sperm. Considering I was very attached to said members of the riot, I had no choice but to be pissed right along with them.
I tried like hell to take care of things before I went to sleep, but those fuckheads wanted nothing to do with it. Hell, my hand practically scoffed when I tried to relieve myself. Instead, I woke up in the same exact condition I went to sleep in. Hard.
Does the, contact your doctor if you experience an erection more than four hours, statement count if you haven't taken any enhancing products? If so, I'm pretty sure I should have called a doctor hours ago. If Sookie was privy to that little bit of information she would have already made me an appointment, embarrassing as it might have been. If I ever went to the doctor, it was because of her.
This would have been no exception. She would have been sputtering off words like priapism and blood clots and needle injections- probably a thousand other words that would make me want to vomit if she used them in reference to my dick. The thought alone made me cringe and my stomach to churn. That is even if I had the balls to say anything to her about it, which I didn't.
There was no way in hell I was taking my ass to the doc over an extreme case of blue balls.
I was going to self-medicate.
As soon as took it in my hand, I felt it harden even more. I wouldn't have guessed that was possible. All it took was the thought of Sookie's bare pussy and I was shooting my load into the shower wall. Thank fuck the bastard softened, or I'd have been screwed. It wouldn't have been a good thing to walk around sporting wood, especially considering the reason for said stiffy was still sleeping upstairs.
I quickly scrubbed down and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist as I made my way to the kitchen to get a pot of coffee started. I very rarely drank coffee, but the lack of restful sleep, I figured, entitled me to a cup, or two or three. Besides, Sookie always drank a cup first thing.
Imagine my surprise when I walked in the kitchen and found Sookie rummaging through the cabinets, muttering something about the coffee filters never being where they are supposed to be.
I didn't give the fact that I was still wet in nothing but a towel much thought as I reached over her head and passed her the filters from above the stove. I was a little upset that she didn't even acknowledge my presence other that to snatch the bag from my hand and pour copious amounts of grounds into the newly replaced filter. She didn't even look at me.
It wasn't unusual for Sookie to be relatively quiet in the morning. She was definitely not a morning person, but I was used to that. However, she would at least greet me with a grunt or a nod, something. But I got nothing.
I really didn't want things to be weird between us, and I was trying to muster up the courage to talk to her about yesterday's events. I had no clue how to even start the damned conversation. What was I going to say? Nothing that I came up with in my head seemed appropriate or even remotely eloquent. In fact, it was all pretty vulgar and cockeyed.
I ran my fingers through my damp hair feeling the droplets falling down my back, as I tried to force out at least a semi-intelligent opening sentence. My mouth opened and closed several times with passing thoughts, none of which were worthy of actually being spoken. Thankfully Sookie took the opportunity to break the awkward silence when she spun to face me.
"We need to fuck…uh…shit…ehm," she sputtered. Her hand looked like it was trying to decide whether to cover up her mouth or her eyes. It was rather comical to watch.
She finally decided on her eyes, and I couldn't help but to smirk as the color flooded her cheeks and neck. Red really was a wonderful color for her. And even more so, I was the cause of her blush.
"Is something wrong, Sookie?" I took deliberate steps in her direction, a smirk on my face. I couldn't help it. "This is nothing you've never seen before." I touched the fingers covering her face, needing to see her reaction. Craving it, though it was wrong. I lowered my mouth to her ear. "In fact, I remember your hands all over me last night."
Too far.
"Shut the fuck up!" She swatted my chest, her fingers lingering a second too long causing my cock to twitch. Towel, fuck! I stepped back. "Jeez Eric, can't you put on some clothes. We really need to talk." She turned away from me, watching the coffee brew as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "After you're dressed," she added as an after thought.
"We do," I agreed.
I couldn't help but smile as I made my way back to the room to dress. I had witnessed that look from Sookie, though it had never been directly because of me. It was flattering and exciting to know that she at least had some sort of attraction to me. I had been the cause of that reaction from numerous others, but never felt the elation I did knowing I could do that to Sookie.
I wanted to tease her, to taunt her and see how far I could push her. I wanted to know how long it would take for her to crack, as every other woman in my life had. They always yielded.
But I couldn't.
Wouldn't.
I tossed on a pair of sweats and a plain white t-shirt, leaving my towel on the floor. My legs were heavy as I made my way back to the kitchen. My nerves finally setting back in. I just hoped that she was more prepared than I was. Maybe she had an opening line to get the ball rolling. I hated the awkward tension that seemed to have developed overnight between us, even if there was a good excuse for it. We should be able to get passed it.
We had to.
When I entered the kitchen she was sitting at the table leaning over her cup of coffee, her hair had created a curtain covering her face. I wanted to push the hairs back and tuck it behind her ears, an action that I had done thousands of times in the past, but then it just seemed inappropriate, or too intimate maybe. Whatever the reason, I didn't like it.
I quickly poured a cup and added a bit of sugar and cream, before taking the seat across from her.
Without looking up from her mug, Sookie spoke, "I hate this." Her tone was soft and I could hear the emotion is her voice. I knew she felt the same as I.
"Me too," I agreed aloud. "Did you sleep well?" Verbal diarrhea was my forte.
"Like shit," she sighed and finally looked up to meet my gaze. "You're drinking coffee, which means you didn't sleep any better than I did."
"Well, things got a little…tense?" I'm not really sure why it sounded like a question, but it did. My words were failing me. "About last night…"
Sookie held her hand up as she shook her head. "You and I both know that carried away, doesn't even begin to cover it. I should have never done…you know…what I did."
The blood rushed to her cheeks and her skin was, once again, engulfed in red. I couldn't help but to snicker.
"I don't want things to be…awkward?" Apparently I was asking her if I was using the right words. Everything that came out of my mouth sounded like a question. I rubbed the back of my neck nervously, scratching at the short scruffy hairs. "But, I don't know how to make things go back to normal either."
"I know what you mean, me either." Sookie sounded relieved and I couldn't help but to push all the air from my lungs. I knew then that we would work things out, we always had. "I think we should talk to Dr. Brigant and cancel this whole experimental relationship."
"If that's what you want Sookie, you know I support you a hundred percent." I paused and reached for her hand, "I'm only doing this for you." I couldn't help the relief that flooded my body when Sookie gently squeezed my hand in response.
"Eric," Sookie started as she took a deep breath and smiled softly at me. I couldn't help but to return the smile. "I would rather have a million bad relationships than to risk what we have. You're too important to me."
Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears and it was more than I could bear. Without giving it much thought, I pulled her from her chair and sat her in my lap, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and smoothing her hair away from her face.
"There is nothing that would ever take away what you and I have. Nothing. Ever." I accentuated my words with a kiss to her forehead. She nodded and wiped her tears away with my shirt. I probably couldn't count the number of my shirts that had been soaked with Sookie's tears, but if she were going to cry on a shoulder, I definitely preferred it to be mine. "We'll talk to the doc."
"You really don't mind?" Sookie asked as she pulled away to look in my eyes.
I simply shook my head in response. Sookie wrapped her arms around me so tight I had trouble catching my breath before I quickly returned the gesture. Her nose was buried in the crook of my neck and I closed my eyes at the heavenly sensation. No one gave hugs like Sookie.
"I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Her lips tickled my neck, and her breath caused my flesh to tingle.
I couldn't really help that my body reacted, so I pushed her away and kissed her forehead once more before placing her feet on the ground.
"Come on." I stood and held my hand out to her. "No more of that talk. We have a busy evening ahead of us tonight and you need some more sleep."
"I can't go to sleep right now. I just downed an entire cup of coffee in less than fifteen minutes." She argued tugging along behind me.
"That's fine. We can rummage through your closet and you can show me what you're going to wear tonight."
"Seriously?" Sookie stopped and gripped my hand turning me to face her. "What do you care what I'm wearing tonight? Wait, what's tonight, am I forgetting something?" Her eyes were rolling around in her head, no doubt looking for the missing piece of information.
"Tonight, my dear, is 80's night. I can't believe YOU forgot. If it weren't for you we wouldn't be having theme nights. YOU are the one that convinced me to do it." I laughed as she buried her face in her hands.
"Ugh, I really did forget all about it." She scampered off to her room and I quickly followed. "I have no clue what to wear. I can't believe I forgot."
I watched as she tossed hangars of clothing from her closet onto the bed and then shuffled through her dresser. Sookie really hated to be unprepared, and admittedly I was enjoying the fact that she was running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
"What am I going to wear, Eric?" She looked at me and I laughed at the fright in her face.
"Relax, you've got the rest of the day to find something. I have complete faith that you'll look fab-u-lous."
Sookie laughed at my horrid impression of Lafayette and smacked me playfully on the arm. Things were going back to normal between us and I was definitely relieved.
"Hey what are you wearing?" Sookie squeaked, pulling me from my thoughts.
"I was thinking about borrowing Lafayette's hot pink leotards." I winked and turned to leave the room.
Sookie's laughter followed me down the stairs and I could have sworn I heard her say something along the lines of sexy ass, but I dismissed it as my imagination.
Even if I did have a sexy ass.
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