Hey everyone! I'm sorry it's taken so long, but life's been a bitch this week so I didn't have time for anything. I promise the next chapter, however, will come by tuesday, depending when I get some free time.

I want to thank each and every one of you for the reviews and nice words, and for sharing your own stories. I love you all so much!

Big big thanks to my girl, Keri (BelleViolette) for being my wonderful beta. You should all check her new story, called Spellbound! God, I love it and I'm sure you'll all love it too.

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Now I've had the time of my life
No I never felt like this before
Yes I swear it's the truth
and I owe it all to you

'Cause I've had the time of my life
and I owe it all to you

I've been waiting for so long
Now I've finally found someone
To stand by me

We saw the writing on the wall
As we felt this magical fantasy

Both: Now with passion in our eyes
There's no way we could disguise it secretly
So we take each other's hand
'Cause we seem to understand the urgency

Just remember
You're the one thing
I can't get enough of
So I'll tell you something
This could be love because

I've had the time of my life
No I never felt this way before
Yes I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you
'Cause I've had the time of my life
And I've searched through every open door
'Til I found the truth
And I owe it all to you

With my body and soul
I want you more than you'll ever know

So we'll just let it go
Don't be afraid to lose control

Yes I know whats on your mind
When you say:
"Stay with me tonight."

Just remember
You're the one thing

I can't get enough of
So I'll tell you something
This could be love because

I've had the time of my life
No I never felt this way before
Yes I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you
'Cause I've had the time of my life
And I've searched through every open door
'Til I found the truth
And I owe it all to you

(Dirty Dancing OST - Time of My Life)

SPOV

His bedroom became my bedroom. I woke him up, the day after our date, with a kiss and a big yes to moving into the same room with him. After the events that had unfolded in New Orleans, I knew I couldn't go back to sleeping alone. Hell, even aside from that, I knew I'd make excuses to join him in bed so I could get a goodnight's sleep. Why bother resisting what I wanted, right?

The next few weeks were full of changes for us. Apart from getting used to our new relationship, we had to get used to living with each other. How did it go? Well, perfect, how else? He worked short shifts so he could get home to me, and I quit my reporter job. I spent my days in his – our – office, and wrote and made the changes Stan was asking from me. I also had some side projects that kept me busy, like writing some poetry. I had never written poems before, but thought maybe the necklace Eric had fastened around my neck was doing some magic. Although I had always allowed him to read my work, he learned pretty fast that he was not to touch my poems. Somehow they felt like they came straight from my soul, and I saw them as a diary of sorts.

When he was home and wanted to write, he'd go on the porch outside, laptop in hand, and did his thing. When I wanted to be outside, he'd go inside without as much as a sound. He'd kiss me, smile and shoot a wink in my direction, completely shifting my train of thoughts.

We enjoyed cuddling on the couch and watching NCIS reruns or the DVDs, or we'd sometimes switch to CSI or choose a movie. He also loved helping me cook because he liked the smile I always had on my face. He knew why I smiled, and that's why he was so happy about it – it was because I always used to cook with Gran. He made a habit of watching the two of us work our way around the kitchen pretty soon after he moved in town. He said it reminded him of his mom, so who were we to ruin his trip down memory lane, right?

He'd called his dad about the second week into our relationship, and told him I had moved in with him and why. Leif had always liked me, and he immediately offered his help with Bill and Jason if I needed it, but Eric assured him that he had it all taken care of. When Eric answered "actually, yes, we are," I smiled like a loon. His dad apparently made it a habit of asking him if we were together "yet" every time they talked. Apparently everyone else saw it but us. He even invited us over, so we promised we'd make time to go and see him soon.

Out of all of our friends, Pam's was the funniest reaction. The two of us had spent quite some time on the phone and we became fast friends. When I finally admitted to her, that yes, indeed, I was seeing "tall, blonde and hot" she asked if he had "pillaged my village yet". I mean, who asks that? She was worse than Amelia and Di, I swear! Personal boundaries were zilch to her.

As for the rest of the gang, well, we received everything from "finally, hookah'" to "I told you so". As expected, the news had spread faster than wildfire in a dry field. Since we knew them so well, it was quite the shock they didn't overwhelm us with attention. You know the kind, the persistent gawks your friends will give you and the new partner in your life. It appeared to be a common agreement to give us space. They seemed to be afraid that we'd get spooked or something. We had braced ourselves for nothing, apparently. Don't get me wrong, they still stole glances and had stupid grins on their faces as they looked at us, but I just loved that they were so supportive.

Living with Eric resembled living in a fairy tale. We didn't fight, we knew when to give each other space and when we needed cuddling; we talked about everything from news to our most secret dreams; we spoke about feelings, and neither of us ran. Over the past weeks, we had discovered that not much had changed for us as friends. We were still just as silly and open with each other as before, only now we were closer than I ever thought possible.

I had fallen for him like I had never fallen before, and I did not feel sorry, knowing he'd keep my heart safe. I knew he felt the same, the look in his eyes giving his feelings away every time he chanced a look in my direction. I trusted him completely, and I was simply excited for our future. Every kiss we shared brought butterflies into my belly, and my heart hammered in my chest. I guess this is what Gran had been telling me about.

We made sure to give each other enough attention but not smother one another. We had to work and we couldn't just act like horny teenagers all the time. However, keeping apart was harder than I thought it would be, and we needed to be in separate rooms to play nice. The attraction between us was insane, and sometimes I felt I would combust if I didn't feel him or kiss him. I had never felt lust like this before and he knew it, judging by that smug smile on his face. The three weeks that had passed since we returned from New Orleans had been filled with more orgasms than I've had in my entire life, and I'd managed to perfect my blow job technique. Who knew I could replace the need for air with the sound of his moans? I could live on those…

However, it was becoming harder and harder to stop at heavy petting and oral sex. I felt like I could never get enough of him, and I hoped I never would.

It was the first Friday of October, and the weather was a bit chilly. We were meeting up with the gang and they had decided we were going dancing. Since Eric had to take care of the café until 8 tonight, Lafayette had offered to come in and help me "glam up".

"Come on, hookah, we need to get ya ready for tonight. I has a feeling you are gonna need to be all prettied up before you get all tousled up, if ya get what I mean," he said as he walked through the door, glittery bandana on his head, and an oversized matching purse on his arm. Luckily he kept on walking so he didn't see me blush.

"Laf, what the hell are you carrying in there?"

"Oh, nothing that you have to worry your pretty little head with. You just close ya eyes and lemme do my magic," he instructed as he reached the bathroom.

I would have used the half hour he used to work on my face and hair for a nap if it weren't for this contest he was playing with himself called "let's see how red Sookie's face gets".

"So, I know you two have yet to get it on, hookah, or you'd have a constant smile on, but tell me you at least got him off," he said.

"Laaaaf!"

"Na-ah! Don't give me that and spill!"

"Fuck you!"

"Now, you know I'm batting for the other team, sugar, so that won't be possible. Now tell me you got down on your pretty knees and sucked him off cause I know I would!" he said, in a very matter-of-fact voice.

My eyes were shut tight and I wanted to bury myself somewhere deep down and never come out again. My cheeks were burning with heat.

"Ah, now I think I know what that silence means. Did he like the tricks I taught you?"

"Oh, for goodness' sakes, Lafayette!"

"What? He did?" he teased.

"He didn't like the tricks you taught me, he loved them, ok? And now that I answered your insane, embarrassing questions, can we not talk about my sexlife?"

"Hookah, you need to loosen up if you're about to fuck the shit out of that Viking, fine piece of ass, ok? He's a lot more relaxed about sex and he should be. It's all natural," he said and although I was embarrassed as hell about talking to Laf about it, I knew he was right. I had to loosen up. I was a grown woman and sex was completely normal. Hear me roar.

"You're right. I just never had much to talk about, you know? Alcide was…well, Alcide. It was a one time thing a lifetime ago, and then there was Bill. I can't say much about his technique or stamina or anything. Frankly, sex was kind of lame with him," I said, and Laf snorted.

"Oh sistah, I bet the way he has sex fits with his boring personality as well, am I right?"

"You have no idea… Now, I'm kind of out of my element. I'm not some sex kitten, and I'm somehow scared he'll be disappointed with me, when we do get in bed, you know?"

"Sookie, open your eyes," he said, and I obliged him. "That man worships the ground you walk on. There is nothing you could do or not do to disappoint him in any way, you hear me? Now that the veil has lifted off ya eyes, it's obvious you two love each other. Stop worrying and enjoy what you have," he said in the most eloquent phrase I think he ever spoke.

"Thank you, Lala. I love you, you know that, right?"

"Ah, of course you do. I'm completely fabulous. Plus, I know how to give a blow job and talk about it," he said with a wink and a laugh.

"That you do," I laughed along with him.

"Now, hookah, you look fabulous as well. Take a look at ya gorgeousness," he instructed and took a step away from me.

I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't recognize myself. My skin was flawless, my eyes looked bluer than ever, my lips were pouty and my cheeks were rosy. My hair cascaded in soft waves around my face. I looked beautiful.

"Wow, you're quite the magician. I can't believe this is me," I said, gaping.

"Oh, that's you all right. Now let's get you into this dress I brought," he said, taking out an ice-blue bandage dress.

"Wow, where did you get that? Isn't it Herve Leger? That thing is over a grand," I asked.

"Not if you know the right people. Now shut up and get in it. It's a belated birthday present so say thank you and shut up," he cut me off before I could protest.

I took a deep breath and thanked him before I took the dress from him.

"It's gorgeous!"

"You bet your ass it is. Now get in it cause I wanna see you wearing it," he instructed.

"Yeah yeah, wait a sec and let me get some matching underwear," I told him, and went to my unused bedroom to pick them up. I got a blue bra with lace details from Victoria's Secret, and a thong, since too many lines would show under that tight dress. I got into them and walked to the bathroom.

"Oh, hot mama! He won't be able to resist you," Laf said when he saw me in my underwear. It never bothered me to walk like that in front of him. He was, afterall, gay, and he was much like a girlfriend to me.

"I don't want him to," I said smugly and earned a raised eyebrow from him.

"Mmm, I like it when you're sassy. Now get your ass in the dress," he said smiling.

The dress hugged my body to a T. It fit perfectly and I looked great in it.

"This dress, right here, was made for you, hookah," he said, a proud look on his face.

"Oh, thank you so much Laffy, it's the best birthday gift ever," I told him, and hugged him.

"Don't mention it. Actually, you can mention it to Eric cause I'm fairly certain I want to see him thanking me for picking it up," he said, and I couldn't help but laugh.

After he was done with me he went ahead and prettied himself up while I took a moment to give Eric a call.

"Hi, honey, how are you?"

"Hello, Lover. I'm fine. I can't wait to see you. How about you?" he asked, his voice pure sex.

"My temperature has increased considerably just now. I think I may be coming down with something," I said, feigning illness.

"Oh, poor baby. I guess I will have to take care of you then. Bed rest, yes?" he asked, and my mind went straight back to last night when he was taking care of me in said bed.

"That sounds perfect, actually. Unfortunately, the gang is on us, and if we don't spend time with them, we'll never hear the end of it," I said sighing.

"No matter, we have time afterwards," he said, and I smiled as wide as possible.

"That we do. So, Laf and I are going to meet Alcide, Di, Ames, Pam and Stan at the bar, so we'll be there when you come, ok?"

"Sure thing, Lover. I already have the spare clothes with me so I'll change here in the office before I come there."

"Mmm, you have the blue shirt, don't you?" I asked, remembering how perfectly blue his eyes were when he wore it.

"Your favorite," he said.

"Indeed. Well, I can hear Laf getting out of the bathroom. I'll see you in half hour. I love you," I said.

"I love you, too. See you then," he said and the line went dead.

Lafayette looked fabulous as always as he descended the stairs, striking a pose right in the middle.

"Perfect, Lala, perfect!" I chimed in, and he nodded in thanks.

"Well then, let's get our perfect asses out of here before we're late," he said, and I couldn't agree more. Eric had worked the entire day and I was anxious to see him.

We got in his pink car and drove to Angel's. He was a DJ here, but tonight he was free. Laf was the one who had decided to go dancing here, and none of us protested since we knew we'd get cheaper drinks.

Alc and Amelia were sitting at our booth, while Pam and Stan were already dancing nearby. I waved at them and they waved back, before going back to ignoring everything and everyone. I swear, those two could be in a room full of people watching them, and they wouldn't notice.

"Hey," I greeted, bending to hug Alc and Ames.

"Hey, Sook," Amelia yelled in my ear as she pulled me into a death grip.

We ordered drinks when Di returned from the ladies' room, and I soon found myself pulled onto the dance floor with the girls. We didn't care too much if it was early, we'd pretty much dance whenever and wherever.

We danced to three or four songs, when I felt familiar hands splaying on my hips. His mouth came close to my ear, saying only one word.

"Lover."

I closed my eyes, and my body melted into his. His hands wrapped around me and pulled my body close. We swayed from left to right to the notes of the classic "Time of My Life". As the chorus came in, his hand took mine and he spun me around, out of his embrace, and we started imitating the steps as best as we could remember. I laughed as we danced, remembering when we had tried out the routine one evening back in high school, after watching the movie. I had found out then, despite Eric's considerable height, he could dance like his feet were on fire.

We finished off the dance by kissing like we were alone in the club and by the time we got to the booth, we realized our friends were all clapping at us excitedly.

"Wow, guys! I didn't know you could dance like that," Pam said.

"We were just fooling around," I said.

"It was still awesome," Stan piped in. "Maybe you two should be dancers, not writers," he joked.

"It crossed my mind a few times," Eric replied with a laugh.

We ordered another round of drinks, and joked around. The girls stole me for a few dances before Eric once again stepped in. Texas' "In Demand" was blaring through the speakers. It seemed like it was "Oldies but Goodies" night.

Our bodies moved close together, and we gazed into each others' eyes the entire time we danced. Although we were merely looking at each other, I could feel the temperature rise up. His hands felt heavier on my skin.

"You look amazing in that dress. I've been watching you all night, and you've been driving me crazy; the way you move, the way you laugh, the way you talk, the way this dress clings to your body makes me want to get you home," he whispered in my ear as he hugged my body from behind once more.

I closed my eyes and let out a small moan at his words. I was grinding into him and I could feel how true his words were.

I turned around, flush against his chest, put my arms around his neck and brought his lips to mine. I kissed him passionately and his hands cupped my ass bringing me even closer. We broke for breath, and I stood on my tiptoes, kissed his cheek, and brought my lips to his ear.

"Then, take me home," I said in my best sultry voice.

His eyes became darker, and a small smirk played at his lips. He grabbed my hand and tugged me to the booth, picked up my purse, and yelled out a goodbye to our giggling friends.

Once we were outside at the car, he turned me around and trapped my body against the Corvette, capturing my lips into a kiss.

We broke away, got into the car, and I spent the entire way home somewhere between smiling like a loon, and biting my lip. He drove fast, faster than usual, but he seemed to be in the same smiling mood.

He parked outside the house, got out and pulled me out of the car, wrapping his arms around me and planting a kiss on my lips. He scooped me up and carried me to the door, got inside and walked us straight to the bedroom.

So, will they or won't they? You'll find out soon, I promise!

xoxo

Gaby