First of all, thanks a lot ncmiss12, for reading and correcting this new chapter. You're great.
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Chapter Ten
Sookie POV
There I was, frozen in place staring at the scene in front of me. For the life of me, I couldn't move. Shannon was standing much closer to Eric, than what is normally deemed appropriate, running her finger down his shirt in a seductive manner. And Eric seemed to have no problem with it, what so ever. Why was he allowing it? Why was he letting that horrible woman get so close to him and touch him? Why was it bothering me so much? I could not understand it; there was no human way to understand it. Why did my feet refused to move? I don't want to be forced to watch, as Eric has a good time with this…bitch.
Suddenly they part and Shannon begins to screaming at him. She is saying all different kinds, of sorts, of things. Things that I never want to hear again. Then of course she started threatening him. Hearing her threats, fill me with many different kinds of feelings, which start to take over me. All I could feel and identify at the moment was an uncontrollable burning rage. I wanted nothing more than to run over to her, grab her by the hair and call her whore that she is. While threatening her, to not come close to Eric ever again or else I might strangle her. But lucky for her, I did not give in to my baser instincts.
I have absolutely no idea, why I was feeling this way about Eric? He clearly is a single man and is free to do anything or anyone he wants. I was not in the position to forbid him. But I just couldn't help it! My blood feels as if it was boiling under my skin and I was having a hard time, attempting to control myself.
Shannon definitely brought out the worst in me and I had absolutely no idea why. I had never spoken to her. I don't even know her. Who knows maybe she had good reasons for acting this way towards Eric. But the idea that she and Eric had ever shared bed, even if it was only for one night, made me feel insanely jealous, nervous and pissed.
"You'll regret this, I promise." Were the words I heard coming from Shannon's lips, however I wasn't really paying attention to the conversation. She continued to accuse and threaten Eric, until the moment she suddenly disappeared from sight.
I was not sure how much time had passed since Shannon had left. But for some reason, I was still standing there, feeling like a complete and utter fool. That is until Eric turned around and stared at me.
He seemed surprised to see me. But there was more than surprised in his eyes, there was something else. Eric had a guilty expression on his face, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. Something he wouldn't want anyone to know about or at least, not have me see it first-hand. Yet, I had seen everything that transpired. I did not understand why he looked so guilty. Maybe it had to do with the expression on my face. I was not really sure. I didn't know how to react in this situation and yet I couldn't make my body move an inch.
Then I knew, I had to do something or anything to avoid talking to Eric about this. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to talk to me. He suddenly started to walk towards me. I was definitely not ready to have this conversation with him. I didn't want to hear his voice right now, out of fear of what he would say to me. But if I wanted get out of here, I had to do it NOW.
And I did; without knowing exactly how, I found the inner switch to get my feet to work again. I took off running, while looking over my shoulder to make sure, Eric wasn't following me. I prayed silently to myself, that I would get home as soon as possible. I felt like I was going to explode. I was almost completely sure; I was going to have an emotional melt down of epic proportions. I certainly didn't want to melt down like that in the middle of the street, where God and everyone could see me. Not to mention, with my luck, Eric would find me like that.
I knew, I was behaving like a coward by running away, but I just couldn't give it a shit at the moment. Monday would come sooner or later and I would have to face Eric then. I just couldn't bring myself to think about it right now. The only thing that my brain was capable of processing was that I needed to continue running, no matter what. I was unwilling to stop, until I was safely in my home. And that is exactly what I did.
It seemed almost impossible, but somehow I managed to get home in one piece. I was standing in front of my front door, trying to catch my breath, while fighting the strong desire to cry. I was sure that crying was the only way to make myself feel better. I knew that I was stronger than that and did not allow myself to give in.
Instead, I opened the door and calmly put my keys on the table. I found Amelia sitting in the kitchen, drinking juice. She looked up at me and was shocked by my appearance.
"Wow, how was your walk?" I knew she was trying to be nice to me, but I was really not in the mood.
"Great!" I said a little too sharply. "It's been wonderful; in fact I'm thinking about walking it every day." I could not keep my mouth shut. So I picked up a bottle of water and quickly left the kitchen, with Amelia hot on my heels.
"Hey, what's wrong? You look like Sookie Stackhouse's evil twin. What bug has bitten you in the ass?"
"None. I'm going to my room, I'm tired." Before she could react, I closed the door in her face. The moment the door was fully closed, the first tears began to flow from my eyes and fall down my cheeks.
I felt like an idiot for not being able to stop myself from crying, but above all I felt betrayed. Never had a man or situation affected me so deeply. Not even, when I saw my boyfriend Bill in the flesh, cheating on me with Lorena. We were supposed to be in a relationship together, still it did not compare. This was somehow different to me. I know that I had formed an opinion on Eric, a long time ago, before I even met him. But that day in the bar…I don't know, he was just so different. I thought, that perhaps I had judged him unfairly. I felt like he was not the person, I always thought he was. It seemed at least, there was a budding friendship between us. I had even told him, I would lend him my support with the law suit, Shannon was levelling against him. Now, I couldn't help but feel completely stupid for offering.
Suddenly a knock on the door, brought me back to the reality of my bedroom and what had happened during the day.
"What?" I asked sulkily. I just wanted to be left alone, but Amelia did not seem to get the message.
"I would like to talk to you," she said softly from the other side of the door. "Can I come in?"
"Amelia, it's not a good time. I have a headache and I prefer to be alone." I was really trying hard to get my voice sounded normal or even tired. But I didn't seem to be pulling it off. "I wouldn't be a good company right now."
She wasn't willing to give up so easily and surrender. "I don't give a fuck!" She snapped. "I know something has happened with you and it must be huge! I've never seen you react this way before, even with Bill or Jason."
Great, just fucking great! The last thing I needed right now, was to be reminded of my jerk of a brother and my unfaithful ex-boyfriend! Thank you very much, Amelia!
"So you'd better open this door before I knock it down!" I knew she would do it too. Nobody stops Amelia when she aims to achieve a goal.
"All right," I said getting out of bed, "Give me a second."
I take a looked myself in the mirror. I didn't look half as bad as I thought I would, but my eyes were a bit red and quite sore. I knew Amelia would notice immediately. She never missed anything. However it would look too suspicious to wear sunglasses indoors, with the turned lights off. So I decided not to hide it at all and just opened the door.
I was not surprised at all, by Amelia's reaction. "Honey, what happened?" She asked as placed her hands on either side of my face and stared at me.
"Sookie, please…" She was begging me and I felt the tears began flowing again.
"I'm very, very worried about you and you won't tell me anything! You've spent the last four hours locked in this room and…" Four hours? Had I really locked myself in here for so long? Well…it does make sense. I guess when you have so many thoughts running around in your head; time goes by a lot faster.
"I tried to summon the courage to come up here and talk to you like…god…a dozen times… But I didn't want to fight with you."
"I'm sorry." Was all I could think of to say to her. Here she was opening her heart to me, making me feel important and special. And I couldn't say a single word, to explain what was going on to her. "I don't know what is going on with me, but…I'm a mess. I feel as if this city has changed everything inside me, almost like I were someone else."
"Yeah, I've had the same feeling. But you're fine, we're fine and we are in this together. You are like a sister to me Sookie. It hurts me, that you don't trust me enough to tell me, what…" and now both were on the verge of tears. I could see my hurt, reflected in her eyes and I didn't like what I saw.
"We will always be together, no matter what happens. I love you like a sister, Amelia and nothing will change that, I promise. But sometimes I feel lost and need time alone to try to process what's going on. I realize that my life is different now and I have you to talk to. But I am not used to sharing my problems." I hoped to somehow figure out, why seeing Eric with that betraying whore hurt me so much. I couldn't tell her about Eric and the problems I was having with him, at least, not at this time.
"Yeah, I understand. It's possible that I have been a real pain in the ass too. I have been acting a bit crazy, since I finally had the chance to come to this city. But…"
"I know this is your dream."
"Our dream, do not forget. You'll be a great writer, I just know it." I smiled at her words.
"Hey, this sucks! We're two smart, attractive girls, sitting here crying and complaining, just because they've had a bad day. It's Saturday night and the night is young. We should go out and have a little fun." I know she only had the best of intentions; however I wasn't in mood to go out partying.
"I don't know…I'm not…"
"Come on…I can't go out without my best friend! Besides we've hardly had any time to spend together! We need to go out and have some fun. I have heard of a couple of places around town that are supposed to be pretty good. We can go check them out and have a drink or two. You know, have a girl's night out…" She kept smiling at me while she spoke a mile a minute. I knew she wouldn't give up until she gets me to agree to go out.
"Oh, all right, I'll go. But I don't want to stay out all night, since tomorrow is Sunday. I need to rest up and get things read for work on Monday. So no hangovers, ok?"
"Yeah, I still remember what happened last time you drank too much." She laughed at the memory and winked at me. "I won't let you drink that much, you're not a funny drunk. Besides, it's impossible to get any secrets out of you when you drink. I don't know how you do it."
"Believe me, I have no idea how I keep myself from running off at the mouth, when I drink. I'm going to get dressed."
"That's the spirit!" She shouted at me from the hall, as each of us went to our rooms to get ready for a "great" night of fun. That Amelia had decided we needed to have.
Perhaps Amelia was right about things and go out was the break we needed. Obviously I needed to clear my mind and stop thinking about the same issues over and over again. It is quickly becoming exhausting. It was Saturday night; I was going out with my best friend and going to have a good time. I needed to stop thinking about Eric and what had happened with Shannon. God…I hate that woman!
An hour later I was dressed, wearing my favourite dress, which was a nice burgundy color and made out of silk. I put on light makeup and quickly did my hair. I gave myself a quick once over in the mirror, feeling happy about what I saw. I was ready to go out for a while and forget all my problems. I left the room to find, Amelia sitting on the couch waiting for me.
She was wearing a little black dress that emphasized her curves. This is what models do. They wear something flashy, because they love to get attention, even when they aren't looking for it.
"Nice dress, is it new?" I asked because I had never seen it before.
"I borrowed it from a friend, do you like it?"
"Yeah. Hold on, what friend?"
"It doesn't matter. Come on. I thought we'd catch a cab, since we are planning to drink and I don't want to leave my car parked anywhere overnight." She admitted frankly. Amelia hated anyone, except me driving or touching her car.
"Okay."
The club might be what we needed after all. At first it looked like an ordinary nightclub with people dancing and drinking too much. However that was only a small part of it. Amelia seemed to know the place well and she took us to a room off to the side. It was a better lit area, with tables spaced out around the room and a much calmer environment. This area was much more conducive to talking.
A really handsome waiter appeared a few minutes later and served us the drinks. We had ordered two gin-and-tonics, since I still had bad memories of my last encounter with beer.
"Well…" Amelia was willing to break the ice. "What do you think? I believe it's a great place to hang out, talk and relax."
"Yeah, I like it, a lot." I could not help, but be a little less than enthusiastic.
"But…?" Although I looked at Amelia to let her know that everything was fine, she wasn't buying it.
"Nothing…it's just…this is the first time I have been out to a place like this. In Bon Temps there are not any nightclubs and I've never gone out to that famous club in Shreveport. So I'm just not used to, that's all."
"Yeah, I went to the one in Shreveport once. It was back when we I was living with you. That club is not really that big of a deal. I think, the only reason it's famous at all, is because it is the only dance club in the state, unless you go to New Orleans. But please, the last thing I want to do right now, is think about all that shit. Especially anything having to do with New Orleans or my father. It gives me a headache." She sighed deeply, when she spoke of her father. I didn't want to screw up her night, but I had to ask what was going on.
"Did something happen with your father?"
"If you insist…but you know how he acts. As our usual, we had a huge argument two days before we left Bon Temps. He said he was ashamed of me for seeking out a modelling career. Then he had the nerve to say, that if I still loved him at all, I would return to New Orleans and marry Raymond Conroy like any good daughter would." She said, wrinkling her nose. She took a large sip of her gin-and-tonic and then proceeded to empty her beverage. "Please, another one!" She yelled out to the waiter who, nodded at her from behind the bar.
"Who is Raymond Conroy?" I asked having no idea who he was.
"He is the son of my father's friend, who he has some business with in Shreveport. You met him before, at that big party before Halloween, remember?" I nodded and she continued talking. "Raymond was that weird guy with glasses, who followed me around stalking me all night. He was making me feel really nervous and so I told him, that I was lesbian."
I couldn't help but chuckle into my gin-and-tonic. I had never heard the full version of what happened that night, from her before. I can just see in my mind, the face that poor man made, after being told she was lesbian. I would have paid good money to see it.
"You told him you were lesbian?" I confirmed, while laughing my ass off.
"Yes and I told him…you were my girlfriend." I should have been angry with her about it, but it was just too funny to hold a grudge.
"Really? Now I understand why everyone was looking at us funny, each time we went one of these things! What were they expecting for us to do? To have a full out, make-out session, in front of everyone?"
"Maybe…" Amelia said timidly, waiting for my reaction, which truly could have been much worse.
"Men, they always think the worst about us, don't they. Why? Why do they?" I asked seriously.
"I have no…fucking idea." And we both laughed, knowing that the alcohol was beginning to take effect, but we didn't care at all.
"Hey, I think I'm drunk…" I admitted. I thought, I could no longer walk straight. "We should go home. I don't like how those two guys over there are looking at us. I don't want to have to tell them to leave us alone."
"Why would you do that? I don't know…maybe it's just because it's been too long since, you've been with a man? Alcide…I think he was your last one…you know…you could try talking to one of them. Have a drink, then a few more and get yourself laid." Yes, it is quite obvious to me with that response, that Amelia was way drunker than I am. But I still didn't want to make a mistake, I would regret later. I'm not the kind of person who goes hopping to bed with just anyone. It has to mean something to me.
"I won't fuck one of them…I don't like doing things like that with strangers."
"Don't you like to…fuck?" She said unable to stop laughing. "You're so weird…you should be more open, like me…"
Although I wanted to know what exactly she meant by that comment, I was truly too afraid to ask her. So instead, I told the waiter, it was time for us to head home.
Ten minutes later, we were on our way home in a cab. Somehow I had managed to open the door, while simultaneously holding up Amelia, to keep her from falling to the ground. Once we were inside, we both ended up sitting on the couch.
"You're my best friend. The very best friend I've had in my whole…life! Please don't ever leave me alone."
"I'll never leave you alone. Do you want me to take you to your room?"
"No, I can make it myself. Good night, Sookie."
"Good night, Amelia. I hope we don't have a hangover tomorrow." She left and stumbled to her room. I decided to follow suit and go to my room as well.
I laid down in my bed, still fully dressed and prayed that I would not awake up with a killer headache. That was the last thought I had before sleep took over me.
Eric POV
What had I done? The fact nothing happened between Shannon and I, did not change the fact that I still felt guilty. But I should not feel guilty at all. I am not in a relationship with Sookie. I do not have to justify myself or my actions to her. But somehow I still felt guilty, terribly guilty and it was driving me completely insane.
I had to talk to Sookie about this. But I was unsure she would even listen to anything I had to say. Still, what choice did I have? I could not ignore her for the rest of my life. Not because I couldn't ignore her, but because I couldn't even bring myself to bare the thought of ignoring her. Every time I thought about her, I just couldn't stop. It was almost like my subconscious mind was obsessed with her. I would be instantly thrown back into time to the memory of our first kiss. Although it was not exactly a romantic kiss, I know I felt something strong and profound between us. However neither of us would ever dare admit it.
Although I couldn't stop thinking about Sookie and I knew I needed to continue on with my life. So I went to the gym. A good weight lifting session has always made me feel strong and powerful. So that's what I did, I lifted weights until I could no longer feel my arms. That's when I realized that my little work out session had caused way too much attention to be drawn to me. The women around the gym were eyeing me with sultry looks. More sultry looks, than I usually receive on a day at the gym. But I didn't have any interest, in capturing the attention of any of the woman present. I only wish to capture the attention of one woman. Sookie… I need her, I wish she was here; for me.
"Hello," was the first thing I heard when I was picking my towel up from the ground to head to the showers. When I turned around, I found the girl who spoke to me standing there, never taking her eyes off me. She had dark hair that was cut short. She was dressed in a very suggestive manner, for being someplace like a gym.
"Hello, how's it going?" Normally this wouldn't have been my go to response. A few mere weeks ago, I would have been flirting with her. Then inviting her out for a few drinks and then taking her home to fuck her all night long, until the sun had risen. But not now; I was unable to do so. What was happening to me?
"I'm Lizzy."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Eric."
"I know who you are, I've seen you here before and I know your photos." Great, another adoring fan, just what I need right now. "I love your photos, I spent hours looking at the magazines that they are published in."
"Yeah, thanks…" Why are all women who try to flirt with me brainless? Perhaps it had always been that way and I didn't realize until now. God, could my old life look even more pathetic.
"You're welcome," She giggled as if she was a schoolgirl with a fan crush. I don't actually think she looked much older than a high school student, but nowadays you never can tell.
"Hey, would you like to get a drink later? I can't stay long, but I'm sure we could have a good time." It was a damn good offer and I hadn't even been looked for it. I didn't know how to answer. I never turn down, such a beautiful girl before. Especially one I had not slept with yet.
"Lizzy…I...you're lovely, really, but I don't think it's a good idea." And her expression turned into a grimace of rejection, as if someone had pierced her heart with a knife.
"Why not? It's my freshman year of college and I'm eighteen, I promise. I am not a virgin, if that is what you are worried about." Fantastic, wonderful. How did an innocent conversation, turn into a teenage confession about virginity? Sometimes I don't understand women at all.
"It's not about that, really. Right now…I can't, I'm busy." I was trying to rid of her gently for once, without sounding like a jerk. However her insistence was making it difficult to accomplish. Not to mention it was starting to travel to the realm of disturbing and difficult to deal with.
"Is it because I'm not a model? I've heard you only take interest in models."
Suddenly it was as if a light went off in her head. "I could pose nude for you; for one of your photos, I wouldn't mind at all."
"It's an unbelievable offer, but I'm sorry I can't." I just didn't get it. I was being as polite to her as I could, in letting her know I was not interested. I was in no mood to deal with this. But neither was I willing to start new problems for myself, with a girl who could be easily lying about her age. Anyone can forge an ID card today and Lizzy could be smart enough to do it…or buy a fake one.
"I'm sure you have boyfriend or "friends", you'd be better off to go out with. You should stick to people your own age."
"I hate boys, I like men and I don't have a boyfriend. I don't like to be controlled." She said while toying with the strap of her shirt. In another time and place, I would have taken advantage, but not now. "What do you think?"
"Sorry, the answer is still no." I turned and finally got away from her, without being followed.
I got into the shower and that's when I became aware something was growing, literally. I had the most incredible erection; I'd ever had in my life. But I couldn't figure out why. Was it because of Lizzy? No, it wasn't likely; I had just been talking to her for a few minutes. And then I knew it was for Sookie. It had to be for her, since every night since I met her, I dreamed of her. Not to mention I just turned down sex with a hot girl, in hope of one day having Sookie instead. Plus I was thinking of her right now so…it was the only logical conclusion.
"Fuck, this is a bitch." I whispered to myself, while trying to do something about my aching cock. My right hand started to stroke up and down, trying to release the tension I was feeling. However it wasn't until I started to imagine Sookie, did the tension lessen enough for it start to feel enjoyable. I couldn't stop seeing her face, her beautiful blonde hair, her shining eyes staring at me, while her mouth took care of my "problem."
And I continued to stroke myself for a few minutes that became the longest in my life. I was enjoying pleasing myself more than I ever had, since I was a teenage boy. I close my eyes, not because I needed to enjoy the moment, but because it was easier to imagine Sookie in that position, making this the best experience of my life.
But then it was over. I was suddenly aware of where I was. I was standing in a shower of my gym, cock in hand, trying to have an orgasm while thinking of Sookie Stackhouse.
Yes, my sex life had turned into that of pathetic teenager and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt like I had returned to my years in high school. Although I did enjoyed high school, I wouldn't want to go back and relive it.
What I needed to do was to talk to Sookie, make her see things were not what they seemed. But I had the feeling that she wouldn't hear a word from me.
I just wish we could go back to where we were the other night in the bar, when we were talking like good friends. No pressure, just us, nothing more. But I knew it was unlikely because of Shannon's unwanted appearance.
I needed to find a way to face the problem head on. I went home and found Pam sitting on the couch. She was drinking a beer and flipping through a magazine, which had published some of my photographs.
"You're finally at home, dear!" She cried sarcastically, as if she were a wife waiting for her husband.
"Very funny."
"Was that not what you expected to hear? Or maybe you just wanted to hear Sookie say it?" Then I glared at her and she seemed to get the message. "Okay, sorry. But I couldn't help it. I'm still in shock, since you confessed your big secret to me."
"Exactly, it is a secret. I told you for a reason, not to have you to torture me continuously. Moreover, I already feel pretty humiliated, you don't need to add to it." Although humiliation was not what I really was feeling, I was going to use any ammo I could against Pam. Not to mention if Pam knew the truth, it would be nothing, but more info for her to use against me, in her teasing.
"Well, actually it's not so bad…" I looked at her from the kitchen, giving her an unbelieving look. She immediately knew she was wrong. "…you're right, it sucks and you're so fucked. Eric, how could you let this happened to you of all people? You are the personification of cynicism, you're my other half. You can't fail me now. I've always admired you for it and now you're in love…"
"I'm not in love! It's not that." I said firmly trying to make it clear, but I knew it wasn't true.
"You can say it's not love, as many times as you want, but that doesn't change a thing. The fact is that this little girl has caught you by the balls and she doesn't even know it." Pam's sincerity is a quality I've always admired in her, however the image that was now forming in my mind was too graphic.
"You have to talk to her, Eric and you have to do soon."
"It's not that easy." I confessed.
"Why not? Just talk to her and tell her the truth. She'll probably slap you and everything will return to normal. It's not really so bad, it will be over in a matter of minutes."
"Why do you think she will slap me? She could like me; I don't act like a creep to her." I was angry, because I couldn't understand why Pam thought I had no chance with her.
"Besides, if she decides to slap me, it would only be for a good reason." Pam was waiting for clarification, she would never get. So I just sat on the couch next to her and sat in silence.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I just made a hand gesture to avoid explanations.
"Eric…" and for a moment I thought she'd say something revealing. "…you really need help."
"Is that all you have to say?" I asked desperately.
"I guess so. You know I have no idea about this stuff…so I can't help you. But you have to talk to her." And I knew she was right.
And that Saturday became the longest and most painful of my life.
Pam tried to convince me to go out and enjoy the night. But going out was the last thing on my mind. I definitely didn't want to spend time in a nightclub, looking at hot women and trying to find the perfect prey. I was getting tired of that life and Pam was right about one thing: I needed to talk to Sookie and clear the air. Though I was pretty sure that she wouldn't want listen to me.
Everything changed the next morning. Maybe Sundays are meant to be days of reflection and introspection, I don't know. I had an epiphany; suddenly I saw things clearly and knew what I needed to do.
So I got out of bed, showered and went into my closet. I chose a pair of jeans, that were somewhat tight, but it's my style and a red t-shirt. I tend to be more the type to go for all black, but for the first time in a long time I was excited about something. Something that had nothing to do with job or an unknown woman, I met the night before. So I quickly finished getting dressed, grabbed my keys and headed out to my car.
Luckily for me on Sundays, there isn't usually a lot of traffic, at least not in the downtown area. Most families go to parks on Sunday to spend the day playing together, visiting museums or simply enjoy a quiet and relaxed breakfast. I've never felt the desire to doing those things before, but today was different. I was different and I wanted to be like them.
And I was about to try. Twenty minutes after leaving home, I was sitting in my Corvette, parked in front of Sookie's building. I was gathering the courage I needed to knock on her door and change my destiny forever. I was not sure if my luck would change for better or worse, but I was willing to try and find out. I got out of my car and went up to her door.
As I knocked, I was trying to organize what I was going to say in my mind. I was on the verge of having a panic attack and ready to get the hell out of there, when the door finally opened. Sookie was standing there wearing red shorts and a black shirt that left little to the imagination.
"Eric? What are you doing here?" I thought she would be pissed at me, but instead she seemed more surprised than angry.
"Hello." Great, at least I was able to greet her, but the difficult part was coming now. Was I really ready to do this? I hadn't completely thought through the decision to come to her house. However I was here now and I couldn't go back.
"I… There's something… I think…" I kept stammering on and I was sure Sookie would think I was a complete total idiot or possibly insane.
"What do you want?" She asked in a harsh tone. I could understand her anger with what she thought she saw. It could have been easily misconstrued and appear to an outside observer, that I was accepting Shannon's advances. Or at least up until the point where I started to act like a complete and total asshole towards her. So it was of little surprise to me, that she was pissed.
"I need to talk to you."
"There is nothing "we" have to talk about! So you should go ahead and leave right now! It's my day off, I don't want to deal with your drama. I want to be alone." She started to close the door in my face. I knew I had to speak quickly, if I had any hope of talking to her at all.
"Nothing happened."
"What do you mean?" When I tried to speak again, I was not sure how to do it.
"I…with Shannon…"
"Look, I don't care. I don't give a flying fuck what you do or don't do with Shannon, it's not my business. I was just surprised and shocked because…because you supposedly hate that woman, yet you were letting her…"
"I'm telling you nothing happened, I hate Shannon with all my soul and…" Sookie stopped me before finishing.
"I don't want to know! I know about men like you Eric Northman. I've known how you are from the beginning. I feel like a complete and utter fool thinking you could change and be a different person. You're not…you could never be…"
"What? What will I never be?" I want to know. I had come this far and wouldn't leave without answers. "Come on, we're talking now like two adults and if there is anything you want to tell me…go ahead."
"Okay. You're handsome, attractive and you have everything anyone could ever want in life. But you go around behaving like a teen boy, who was just chosen as king of the prom. You will never be the kind of man who I can be attracted to and…" Before she could end her sentence I kissed her. Yes, I kissed her again.
This time the kiss was different. Our kiss was hot and passionate, like a house on fire. My hands could not move away from cradling her face, while also pulling her closer. And most of all Sookie was responding to me. It was not just me who was kissing her, but her kissing me. She obviously wanted to continue the kiss, just as much as I did. She wanted to prolong it, even if it was taking place at her front door.
Our tongues working as if they were one, exploring each other's mouth, desperately seeking out the other. I didn't want to leave her. I was not ready to stop feeling so close to Sookie, but I knew sooner or later she would end our passion.
"Oh my God…no, no, NO…What the hell…? I can't believe you…no…you and me…" Her monologue was pretty funny, however I didn't laugh. Physically I was incapable of it at the moment. Not to mention it would have just pissed Sookie off more.
"You kissed me! Again!" She said in an exasperated tone.
"You kissed me too and don't try to deny it. I felt you…"
"What have you felt? I can't believe you've kissed me again! What is wrong with you?"
What's wrong with me? SHE was what was wrong with me! From the moment she appeared in my office, I couldn't stop staring at her, thinking about her and imagining her in all kind of interesting situations with me.
"There's nothing wrong with me. You kissed me too, you can't deny it."
"I was just trying to…you know, get rid of you." She tried to explain it away and she might have succeeded, if it wasn't for her blushing cheeks giving her away.
"You are fucking incorrigible, Eric Northman! I can't believe you…and…me…"
"You've liked it, I know you did." Though I was risking a lot with that comment, I was sure she had enjoyed it.
"What?! You're a cocky bastard and…and…" and before she could finish her sentence she was kissing me again. This time it wasn't me who had started the kiss. It had been all Sookie this time and that made it even better.
She suddenly broke the kiss and stared at me. "I must be going insane…"
"Now, you know how I feel." I kicked the door closed, while holding Sookie up in my arms.
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