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Chapter 11

"Come on," I said, hoping to sound enthusiastic. "Let's go outside, and start portal hunting."

He groaned. "Must we?"

"Yes." I held out my hand to him, trying to make the offer extra inviting, because clearly, he needed it. "Come on, Mr. Fairy."

He looked at my outstretched hand for a moment contemplatively. His entire body was screaming against it. I gave him the most brightest smile I could manage to make the suggestion even more exciting. For a moment, I didn't think I was winning. But then, he sighed and reluctantly, he climbed to his feet and intertwined his fingers through mine, giving my hand a squeeze. "I don't think we're going to have any success."

"Oh, where is some of that hopeful spirit?" I asked, bopping my shoulder into his playfully. He gave me a tiny, half-hearted smile.

"I just don't think it's the right time yet. It's too soon. The sentence hasn't been long enough."

"How d'you know?"

"I just do." He shrugged, and let me pull him along towards the front door resignedly. "I know my father well. He would not lock me out of my home, only to allow me entrance after such a short amount of time. He wants me to learn another way of living, and I don't believe I've quite learnt enough yet."

"Well, we won't know until we try, right? We have to try to at least find this portal for you."

"I don't want to find it," I heard him mutter underneath his breath. He was definitely grumpy this afternoon- a huge contrast to how he usually was, so carefree and radiant and curious about my world. Now, he was nursing a severe case of sour grapes.

Purposefully, I ignored him, and grabbed the cardigan I had hanging off the rack beside the front door. I slid it on over my shoulders, and buttoned it, and then grabbed the coat Jason often left here in case he visited without notice one afternoon, and attempted to put it on Eric. I wasn't sure whether we would be needing our jackets or not, but you never know, and it always helped to be prepared in advance for whatever weather was coming your way. Even getting Eric to do something as simple as putting on Jason's jacket, was a difficult job. He was resistant, and it took me a few good minutes to coax him into a better mood. And by coaxing, I meant by having to tug one of his hands down to my chest, and let him have a good, experimental fondle of my breasts. We both enjoyed that equally, I couldn't deny. After a few seconds worth of groping, and some ragged breathing going on between the pair of us, he was his happy usual self again. Well, almost. When he took my hand in his, and tried to unbutton his jeans, I had to draw the line there. I was being a good girl today. I was proud of myself; We haven't had sex since yesterday's occurrences, and I felt I was on a roll.

"Oh, come on, honey." I pushed him out the door. "We've got a job to do."

Sure enough, as we started stomping our way through the bushes that led out the back of my house, he was sullen again. He let go of my hand and walked fast ahead of me, trampling over branches scattering the paths. I didn't know where we were going exactly, but all I knew was we had to make our start in finding his portal.

"Anything?" I asked ahead of me at him loudly, after a while. Eric seemed like he could go on walking all day, while I felt immediately drained, and exhausted. He wasn't even panting, no less. No, I was the one doing that. I must have been so unfit in comparison to fairies.

He stopped stock-still and turned back to look at me, his hands tucked deeply inside the pockets of Jason's coat. His expression hardly was reassuring in the slightest. "No, this area is not familiar to me. I told you it wasn't the right time."

I made a sour face at him, clutching at my ribs. God, I felt like I was going to cough up a lung anytime soon...

"Let's sit for a bit," I pleaded, gasping for air. I knelt against some leaves. I could hear my heart pounding away ruthlessly in my ears. Yep, I'm definitely not the most fittest person in the world. He doubled back toward me casually; crunching leaves and gravel with his shoes. "Jesus, aren't you tired from all that walking?" I asked him incredulously.

"No." He reached out and plucked off a leaf sticking to my hair. "It's like making love. If I could, I could spend years making love to you, and I would never tire of it. Not in a hundred years."

"All right, all right," I whispered sardonically, trying not to look at him. Instead, I focused on my knees as I dusted them off. "No need to brag."

"Brag? I can't say I know what that means?"

I waved it all away dismissively. Now I was turning into a sour puss myself. "Oh, never mind."

He came closer and sat by me, stretching out those long legs of his near my knees. I tried not to pay him too much attention. It became a little bit hard, when he grabbed me by the ankles and brought my legs out long ways. I heard my knees crack, when he sat my shoes on top of his ankles meticulously.

"Years making love?" I mumbled in outrage, unable to help myself. "That's a whole lot of years, and I'd hardly say it's realistic."

"It is for me." He ran his hand slowly up my right ankle, asserting a very nice amount of pressure that had my back arching in appreciation. "It's not like... with women I know in my world. I feel more... connected to you." What a conversation to have out in the woods at the back of my house, and Gran's? Goodness. "I don't know whether that is because you are an Earth Woman, but... I do." I could feel him staring at me, and I felt very hot and bothered all of a sudden. Especially, with the way he was moving his hand, up and down, up and down my ankle, inserting pressure in a very soothing and almost sexual way. I was getting aroused in the woods. Good God! "Perfection would be staying with you for the rest of my time, in bed, making love and then, occasionally... I would let you have breaks to do your Earth Woman requirements, and let you eat, and sleep, and... do your work."

"You stop that," I whispered, abashed. I reached down to lay my hand on top of his, stilling it from it's moving. "You better stop that right now, or else I'm gonna-" I took in a deep breath, trying to control myself and all these urges I suddenly felt tempted into giving into.

"Stop what?" He had the gall to sound so innocent and confused. I could not believe him.

Going without sex for hours with him was definitely turning me into a mad woman! The fact that I was going out of my way to make it not happen made it all the more tempting. It was like going on a diet, and then craving all those sweet and sticky foods you couldn't have. You gave in, sooner or later.

I crawled up onto my knees, and climbed over his legs to sit on his lap, resting my hands tightly on his shoulders. He squinted up at me, and I thought it took a moment for him to realize what was happening, and just what I was attempting to do. Keeping my eyes on his, and nothing more, slowly, I unbuttoned my cardigan, and tore my shoulders free from the sleeves. Suddenly, it all clicked for him, and he knew. I bent down and kissed him for a very long time, hearing him grunt, very pleased, into my mouth. And, oh, he realized all right.

Why was this man so irresistible to me?

What made him so different from all the other men, in the sense that I found I had difficulty in keeping my hands to myself, whenever it came to him?

I was never this sexual with Bill; Bill and I would never do something like this, either; in kissing each other and doing something as openly daring in the open woods. Any minute now, somebody could have probably walked through here, and seen us both. Astonishingly, I found myself not caring in the slightest. It just presented me an even bigger thrill, the potential of being caught out doing naughty things to this man.

Jason's jacket went off next, while we kept up with our kissing, and it presented me a whole lot to work with. I pushed my hands up underneath his shirt, running my fingers up and over his firm stomach, and around his back.

"Come away with me," he whispered desperately, into my mouth. I groaned. "Once it opens, and my father judges my sentence finished... come away with me." His hands went up my shirt, cupping my breasts. He seemed to really like them. But maybe that was because they reminded him of the women in his fairy world? "Live in my land, with me." I almost cried out loud at how wonderful that sounded. "Be with me at my side, always."

"You know... I... I can't," I breathed, unevenly. I felt... any second now... my head was going to explode. "Would they let me in with you? I'm no..." I groaned against his mouth. "...fairy, after all."

He laughed shakily against my mouth. "Probably not. Father would never allow it. It would begin a fight. Lives may be lost, if I ever... brought you in." Swivelling my hips to make it easier, I yanked down my trousers, along with my underwear. I heard him gasp in shock. "Trespassing."

I found I wasn't much of a talker in moments like this. I unzipped his jeans, and unbuttoned them, with an urgency I hardly recognized coming from myself ever before. I guessed I wanted him that badly. Talking was just prolonging it, and I was feeling very greedy.

"Please," I begged. "No more talking. It's too... much."

His mouth moved to my neck, and he kissed me around my throat, almost reverently. Talented mouth, right there. Talented... everything.

"Oh," I gasped, very much enjoying myself.

"I would defend you," he murmured, into the crease of my neck. "You would stay by my side, and I would not let any harm come to you."

I pulled down his jeans to his thighs, with savagery. He was going medieval on me again, and frankly... they were powerful, arousing words to me. He moved between my legs, spreading mine further apart, positioning himself at my entrance, and I knew this was crazy, and downright risky, but I just couldn't care. Nothing else seemed to matter presently, but me, and him, being together like this... again.

He pushed into me, and I think we both cried out at the same time in delight at being able to finally have sex again. It had been a very, very long day.

I leaned back to make him stop kissing me, and we looked at each other for a very long moment. He was breathing harshly, as he held my gaze, his mouth slightly open, with those small fairy fangs revealed to me. I told myself then: I would never forget this man. This man, who was so different from others, and who was beautiful, from both inside and out. And all the feelings he made me feel... all because he was so considerate, and sweet, and thoughtful. I never wanted to forget him, not ever. And I knew it was impossible that I could. A man like him, who was capable of shooting light out of his fingers, and more... he wasn't a man you could forget anytime soon.

I eased myself onto him slowly myself, and he moaned, and to me, the sound at this moment in time was about the most sexiest sound I'd ever heard in my entire life, coming from a man.

He reached up and put his hands on either side of my shoulders, and I did the same.

"Would you allow me to stay?" he breathed, his eyes on mine. "Would you allow me to stay in your world with you, always, and be by your side, and live among you?"

I touched his chin, smiling softly. I felt overwhelmingly sad, for some reason. "I could never let you do that. I could never keep you away from your family, and where you rightfully belong... It isn't right."

"I belong where ever you are," he muttered strongly, sounding very assured of that. And then, he moved, and this time, neither one of us stopped. I met him halfway, moving my hips, moaning like a desperate woman that sounded very unlike myself.

"And I wish that were true," I panted, feeling that glorious feeling building up inside of me, all over again, like it had the past two times we did this. And it never felt more wonderful.

"I do," he whispered back, his voice raw and despairing.

The sweet sensation builds, so strong, I felt light-headed.

I stiffened, feeling it approaching around the corner, and he whispered breathlessly, "Love," and it seemed the magic word, above all else. I cried out, and then he called out my name as he reached his own completion, thrusting one final last time, and we both came apart. I curled my arms around his shoulders tightly, shuddering, and he rested his forehead against mine. Warm, sweaty skin against skin. The pair of us breathing equally as unevenly and shallowly. Yes, I would never, ever let myself forget this. Not ever. No goddamn way.

I opened my eyes, feeling my heart thumping away, and his flickered open to meet mine.

"Love," he said again, and he took one of my hands in his, and guided it underneath his shirt, leading it to his chest, pressing my palm into his heated skin.

I didn't know what this was. Was this love? Could this actually be love? I always believed it took time and years to ever feel something like love. All I knew and felt absolutely sure of, was that I had deep admiration for this man. Deep admiration for all that he was, and is. After a while of recovering, he pulled out of me slowly, and bent forward to kiss me on my forehead. I didn't think I would be able to make it back home, after this. I didn't think I would be able to make the walk back. No, I was physically drained. Mentally, too. I couldn't seem to get my head straight; There was no coherency whatsoever. I almost felt as if I just wanted to lay on him forever, make him my home, and never move my limbs ever again.

He gathered the hair out of my face gently with his fingers, and grinned up at me wildly. That smile about turned me into jelly.

"I think I could grow to love you, Sookie," he said gently, and he leaned up to kiss my forehead again.

Oh, no. My stomach flopped and sunk. All because of those words he had just uttered. So carelessly. Didn't he know the consequences of saying such things to me, or did he not even care?

I tried my very hardest not to look at him, as I righted myself, in pulling up my underwear and jeans. What the hell have I gone and done here?

"Sookie?" he whispered nervously, probably catching onto my change in mood. I just... I can't. He couldn't say things like that to me.

"Please don't," I said, without looking at him.

He went on, almost inaudibly, "I've never felt this way before, in all my lifetime. Not for any woman before. I... I feel something for you, something deep." He clutched at his chest, drumming away with his fingers loudly, making it echo. "Joy. Love. I-"

"- Don't, please." I forced myself to look at him. He was staring up at me, frozen and disbelieving.

"Don't what?"

"Just don't be saying things like that," I pleaded weakly, regarding him miserably. "I can't hear that."

"Why?"

"You know why. Because I can't have feelings for you. I just can't-" I got to my feet helplessly. Thankfully, they work with me. I knew I was about to cry. I could feel it in my teeth. The tension of my body. The aching in my throat. "I can't love you, and you can't love me. Sooner or later, you'll be gone. And I can't...I can't stand that. I can't love you, as much as I maybe feel it. I can't let myself!"

I turned my eyes elsewhere deliberately, when he stood and pulled up his jeans, buttoning them up. I could hear him breathing loudly in a panicked way. "Then once I go, I will return," he said after a moment determinedly. "Every... every..." He faltered, and I could hear the frustration in his voice at not being able to express it correctly in words. "I don't know what the word is, but I will return to you, faithfully. We will meet every..." He groaned deeply.

"Every week?" I supplied tonelessly. "Is that the word you're searching for?"

"Yes," he hissed vehemently. "Every... week. I will return, for you. And we will love- you and me."

"But I can't have it like that. We don't belong. You don't belong in my world..." And then, I found I couldn't go on. Before I knew it, he was pulling me into him.

"Don't fight it."

"How would that even work?" I spoke softly into his shirt. "Even if you see me every week, I-" My throat closed, much to my irritation. I couldn't even get the words out. Damn it.

He was stroking my hair. It felt wonderful, despite how wretched I felt. "I have lived for hundreds, and I've been dead internally for much longer. In my world, I have done things you could never imagine, but the real me... is here. With you. Over hundreds of years, and I've never been certain of anything- but that I want to be with you. I know I can love you. It isn't what you are, as an Earth Woman. Forget about the tribulations that will come along with that; by my father, the separation, everything. That does not matter. What matters... is what you feel like to me. Home, and I will return for you, once father calls me."

I glanced up at him, and he stared back at me, and there was no denying the sincerity of his words.

Hope you enjoyed this one? I'd love to know. Hell nervous at writing a sex scene LOL, I feel it's terrible! Sorry! :S