AN: Finally. Sorta.
CH makes all of this possible. How does she sleep at night from all the excitement?
Woodside, c. 1979 Part III
The eggs and bacon were ready and the toast had sprung free of its entanglements, a perfect golden brown. 'It's impossible to ruin breakfast.' Sookie remembered her mom Pam making the same satisfied observation to her on more than one occasion at the Lake. She and her Mom had often spent hours Sunday mornings, along with any of the other women who cared to help, preparing enormous trays of heart attack-inducing food for all their weekend guests. It was never more than simple breakfast fare, but she and Pam derived a great deal of satisfaction from the simple act of cooking. They'd giggle and talk while they slaved over homemade biscuits and gravy, a southern staple for just about any Missouri resident, convert Wonder Bread slices into French toast, crack open the can of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls with sweet icing, grill sausages and fry bacon, scramble several cartons of eggs, and shred hash browns from the baked potatoes they had saved from the previous night's dinner. The familiar list of dishes was nothing special but the memories were very pleasant.
Sookie thought briefly of calling her Mom before Eric came in to eat, but stopped herself. What would she say to her? The turn of events this morning was fantastical, even to her. And just where was Selah, she wondered? Maybe she and Eric had fought. It would explain Eric's drinking from the previous night and his stomach upset this morning.
Remembering the Lake house brought up other memories she thought she had successfully suppressed about Eric. She caught herself idly wondered if Sven kept a copy of The Joy of Sex in the house? Not that the two of them had ever needed it.
Sternly, she refocused on her longings for Sven. This couple of hours was already the largest block of time she had spent apart from him in nearly three weeks. When would he be calling her? He'd better get his butt back here soon so they could sort it all out. She definitely was noticing that they had not made love in two days, counting the travel day yesterday. Was she really yearning for him, or for his enormous cock? It was too difficult to figure out. She knew he'd appreciate learning about her dilemma, if only he'd get back so she could tell him in person, preferably in bed. She realized she was feeling somewhat aroused just thinking about Sven coming back home. She should find that cover-up before Eric walked back into the kitchen and found her still in the see-through gown. Oops!
She had not been aware that Eric had returned and was looking at her with open approval. She had been daydreaming, leaning against the kitchen wall as she waited breakfast for him to finish what must have been the world's longest shower. She knew he wanted to speak with her. She thought it would help to clear the air and put it all behind them. Sven would be home soon, she hoped. They'd all apologize, attribute it to travel tension and nerves and get on with their married lives. Again, she wondered where Eric's wife was hiding herself.
"I think I need to get dressed Eric. Please go ahead and start without me, you look a little pale. The food will do you good."
Grinning widely, he said: "Don't change on my account." Well, that was a smarmy remark. So not what she needed to hear.
It was impossible to look closely at Eric and not remember that she had been intimate with him. He was still just wearing the same gym shorts from earlier. She noticed he had a little action going on. For some reason, she could recall in detail what his dick looked like, how he tasted and what he felt like in her hands that night. Could she mistakenly be thinking she was remembering Eric, but it was really Sven's body? She certainly hoped so. Nothing like having slept with twin brothers to screw up your head, she thought sourly.
"Eric, please sit and eat. I'll be right back." She made to walk past him as he was blocking the hallway to Sven's room where she kept her clothes. He grabbed her wrist as she tried to squeeze by.
"I'd like to explain some things to you, Sookie. I wish you would not change for me just yet." He was very subdued, compared to when she had first seen him standing in the kitchen doorway. He said, quietly, "This may be the only time I get to see you again, Sookie. Don't deny me this small thing, please." Soft eyes from him; pleading always got to her in the worst way.
Wondering how she would explain this if Sven were to walk in the door, Sookie knew she was about to agree. She couldn't help being curious about events of the last night she had spent with Eric. She admitted she had been crushed at his departure and then complete silence. His curious behavior had been a bitter pill, which over time had faded to a small blank spot in her memory.
Her phone call to her mom and Pam's mistaken joy at the resumption of their relationship had been the catalyst for the resurgence of her suppressed memories of that time and the painful yearning for him she had endured. She had expected him to call for months, but hadn't really given up hope until the following summer when the Fourth of July passed without any word from him. Their house at the Lake was sold and Dad gone to Florida, but she had driven down from St. Louis to stay at Tan-Tar-A with Claudia. Under the pretext of seeing her parent's former dwelling, she and Claudia had taken State Road 5-29 that wound by his grandparent's house.
She wasn't sure how she felt when she saw there was a new family ensconced in splendor on the lawn with two very small children playing on miniature gym equipment. None of them looked like Eric, she did note with relief. She asked Claudia to stop and exiting the car had boldly approached to ask if the Nordmons still lived there. No, the young mother explained; they had bought the house over the winter and were really enjoying their first summer at the Lake. So that was that. She had filed away any remaining hopes in the dustbin labeled 'dashed dreams.'
Perhaps her decision to act on her acceptance into the M.B.A. program at Stanford had been influenced in part by her knowledge that Eric had graduated the same institution, but she knew better than to hope she would run into him again. In all likelihood he was now living in the Flagstaff area, she told herself dispassionately when she stood for the first time in the main quad looking up at the clock tower on the Palo Alto campus. She had pledged to herself that she would distinguish herself as the top student in the program. She would not give up until she reached the pinnacle of her profession, whatever that pinnacle might play out to be. She wasn't entirely sure at the moment, but it was her Scarlett O'Hara moment and she wasn't troubled by the uncertainty of it.
Sookie returned to the present to find Eric still looking at her, waiting for her response. His hand on her wrist felt very hot. She nodded mutely and shook her wrist lightly so he would let go of her. When he did, she rewarded him by slipping her hand in his. He smiled at her, but it was not a happy smile. She followed him into Sven's den area. He quickly sat down on the corduroy couch and pulled her down, positioning her carefully on his lap and wrapping his arms possessively around her as breakfast was forgotten.
"I've showered and I've shaved. My teeth are sparkling. There can be no more reasons for pushing me off, or ignoring what I wish to say to you." He began slowly, not taking his shining sapphire eyes from hers. She noted they were no longer blood-shot, but it didn't seem worth mentioning at the moment.
"All of this I am going to share is not going to change anything between us. I know Sven loves you, Sookie. I loved you. You are just irresistible to both of us, for some reason I cannot put my finger on."
Not a promising beginning. She had again that queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was as if a giant wall of water was about to fall on her, and she didn't know how to swim. Could she hold her breath long enough to surface when it happened?
Sookie also hated to admit it, but she liked being back in Eric's arms, sitting on his lap. She could just feel through the thin fabric of her gown that he seemed to be enjoying it as well, in spite of the somber tone of the conversation so far.
"Eric, I think you should just say whatever is on your mind. We both agree it won't change anything between us. Maybe it will put behind us some residual feelings that really should be retired so we can make it through the rest of our lives as brother and sister-in-law." Such a mature response, she thought proudly.
"Listen, Sookie, I cannot hide that I am attracted to you. I'm feeling it even now as we are just sitting here. I'm aware that your breasts with their luscious pink nipples are right here in my face. I could easily touch them. I'm thinking about your ass pressed into my lap. It feels good. I'd like to rub my dick all over your ass. I think you feel it too, don't you?"
This conversation had taken a decided turn for the worse. What happened to the serious conversation they needed to have? He'd soon be biting her on the neck, or dragging her to the bedroom if this didn't cease immediately. She opened her mouth to say so, but instead what came out was a breathy "Yes." Shit.
Actually, that was a double shit as she felt the effect his admission was having on her lower body, which was totally betraying her with its response. She realized if he asked to touch her, she didn't know if she could say 'no' to him. She tried to rise, but her body didn't cooperate. Eric closed his eyes, letting out a small growl as her failed movement on his lap had exactly the opposite effect she had intended. "Ooh, that feels good, do it again", he said.
"Sookie, if you keep this up, and I'm not complaining, I am going to need another shower. Maybe we should consider taking one together?" He gave her a lazy grin and shifted his hips so his erection could be better felt where it would have maximum impact. Wordlessly, she raised her hands to run her fingers through his ice-blond hair, which she had dreamed of doing for years after she had met him. She did this several times, noting that he had closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the sensual feeling of having her hands on him. In her fascination, she took a long lock of his hair and feathered the ends over her face and across the tops of her breasts. His eyes flew open; he was watching her closely now. She stopped and began sucking on the ends of the strands she was holding, keeping her eyes locked on his. Eric did move then, reaching below her to adjust himself as he wanted his erection to be more firmly nestled between her thighs. Not thinking too much about it, or she wouldn't do it, she moved around so her legs were on either side of his hips, straddling him so her breasts were within reach of his mouth, her ass cheeks now firmly gripping him in place. This felt so right.
"I cannot stop myself if you keep this up, Sookie." Eric was saying, his voice echoing softly in her ears.
"I'm not sure I want you to stop, Eric."
"What do you want from me? You are killing me." He whispered into her ear. His hands now gripped her cheeks and he was gently sliding himself up and down against her. She dropped her gaze and saw a small spot of moisture on the front of his gym shorts that he had put back on after his earlier shower. The thought came to her; she could have him now if she would just tell him 'yes'. All those years she had thought about him, wanting him, and being denied. He would yield to her. Maybe no one would need to know. It could just be this once, between them. A culmination of what had started on that boat dock years ago, a brief, passionate dance of lovers denied, fulfilled once and then forgotten. The experience would be put away, to be taken out some day to be examined when they both were old and there would be no harm in reliving such memories. It wasn't a perfect solution, but with her heart pounding her chest, the sound of it roaring in her ears, it had a certain logic.
Eric, watching her emotions play across her face and perhaps guessing at the direction her thoughts were taking, gave a deep, searing moan and gripped her tighter. Breaking her gaze and dipping his head lower, he took her aching nipple into his mouth and began greedily sucking on her. His hand came up to cup her other breast and tweak the nipple and she realized the time for talk had passed; she was going to go forward with it. Her body was screaming for the feel of his touch on her; she stopped him only long enough to pull her gown over her head. He wiggled out of his gym shorts and he was vulnerable before her once again, his thick, fully engorged member hers to use as she wished. Yes, there was no doubt now; she remembered the feel of him and how that memory had tortured her. She had slept with many men in the intervening years, but she had never been able to muster the same enthusiasm with them as she'd had for Eric. Until Sven.
As if from a great distance, Sookie felt herself pulled back to the reality of her current existence. "Eric, we have to stop, this isn't the time. I do love Sven." Eric's only response was to continue moving his hips beneath her. Yes, it felt very good, but so would her new spouse. He'd also love her when making love to her, and he wasn't married to another woman. He would not be cheating on her. She needed him, now!
Eric wasn't going to give up easily. It had been a very long time since he had been with someone he cared about, and the difference was affecting him more than he'd thought possible. His hands did not move from her hips, but he managed to position the tip of his dick just over her sensitive nub. His moans turned into a loud groaning and he moved his hips just enough to slip over her wet lips and take her…..
Joran stood just inside the doorway of the den in his motorcycle gear, helmet in hand. "Hey, Eric, I'm sorry, I thought I heard Sven in here. The front door was unlocked and…." He fumbled, staring in fascination at the gorgeous flushed woman, her full pert breasts, her naked thighs riding his brother; the two of them had clearly been interrupted in their humping by his entrance. Sookie could see desire playing across his features, features so similar to Eric's that he had to be related. Fuck.
The phone startled both Sookie and Eric. It was ringing on the desk next to Eric's shoulder. He made no move to pick it up and would not look at her. They both knew who was calling. The call went immediately to the answering machine as Sven had not taken time to reset it when they returned last night.
"Sookie, please pick up. I'm leaving downtown in a few minutes. I'm missing you, wife. I'll clear up everything for you, I promise. Wait for me. Where are you? Pick up, please." A brief pause. "Has Eric left yet?" "Another pause. "I love you. I'll be home in forty minutes," Sven concluded, his voice a little less certain at the end, clearly wondering why she wasn't answering. The machine clicked off.
The ensuing silence was deafening.
AN: Ah, life before cell phones.
Doorways seem to figure prominently in this story.