I DON'T OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE SOUTHERN VAMPIRE MYSTERIES OR ANY RESEMBLANCE THERE OF.
OK GUYS, I GOT SOME MIXED REVS FOR THE LAST CHAPTER. THAT'S FINE, BUT I'D LIKE QUELL SOME FEARS, AND EXPLAIN A FEW THINGS:
FIRST OFF, THE THREESOME WAS A DREAM, IT DID NOT HAPPEN.
THIS WAS NOT A SHARED DREAM, IT WAS ALL ERIC.
AS HOT AS I THINK THEY ARE, THERE WILL BE NO 'REAL' THREESOMES, CAN'T IMAGINE SOOKIE SHARING THE GRACIOUS PLENTY CAN YOU?
FINALLY, YES, ERIC LOVES SOOKIE; HOWEVER, HE HAS BEEN A SHAMELESS HORN DOG FOR YEARS. HE'S ONLY BEEN A ONE WOMAN MAN FOR 14 DAYS. HE WAS DREAMING A FANTASY, HE WON'T ACT ON IT.
REMEMBER ALSO, THERE ARE GOING TO BE UPS AND DOWNS WITH S & E, HE'S BEEN A MAN-WHORE FOR TOO LONG, AND SHE STILL DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH FAITH IN HIM. BUT LIKE I KEEP SAYING, I'M A HOPELESS LOVER OF HAPPY ENDINGS.
Chapter 11 – A Heir
(Sookie POV)
Whatever he was dreaming was making him smile. It was totally selfish of me, but I wanted to know what he was dreaming of so I dipped into his head. It didn't really work. I heard a single word here or there, but as far as I knew, he could have dreaming about anything. Oh well, I guess dreams are beyond me… too many images. However, being on the plane did afford me the time to work on blocking lots of people's minds and selecting who's mind to dip into or not. I had gotten really good at blocking out mass minds, but I was having a harder time focusing in on someone who wasn't right in front or back of me. When I tried to listen to the woman across the aisle from me, I got four or five heads flooding into me – I would have to work on that.
While we were at luggage claim, something occurred to me. I hadn't slept without Eric at my side for over two weeks, and I didn't want to start tonight. I loved falling asleep on his chest. I loved his scent. I loved waking up next to him. I loved that first kiss in the morning. I loved our showers…
We had found our bags and were in the cab. We were stopping at Eric's place first, and then I'd go off to mine – alone. I don't know why, but I was being a chicken-shit and didn't want to ask to stay with him. I guess I didn't want to impose. That's not true. Really, I just wanted him to ask me to stay with him. I dragged my ass to Puerto Rico for him, the least he can do is let me up to his place right? Hell, maybe he just left in such a hurry for Puerto Rico that his place is a mess. Maybe he's worried I won't like it. Maybe…
"Something's got you thinking again."
"Hmm? No. I'm fine."
"Bullshit. When you get lost in your thoughts, and you look up to the sky, nodding your head as if you were having a conversation with yourself." Shit. I do, and I was. "Sookie, Love, talk to me," he projected. I didn't answer. "Sookie just remember you're the one who can read minds, not me." DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! He was right… again. Jeez, Sookie just suck it up and say something.
"I'm just not ready to leave you yet."
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"I just thought you'd want to return to your home and sleep in your own bed."
"I'd be happy to sleep on the floor with you."
"Driver," he started, "it will just be the one stop at 120 Riverside."
"Sure you can't read my mind?" That deserved a big ol' kiss as far as I was concerned. I placed it square on his lips, letting my hand wander to his lap.
"Later, Love, we're just a few blocks away." I pouted like a three year old. "Promise, you know I can't resist you."
"Damn skippy, resistance is futile."
He bust out laughing. "You know, I have laughed more these past weeks than I have in years. Thank you Sookie."
"Only fair, I've had more orgasms in the past weeks than I've ever had in my whole life."
"I plan on raising that number today,Lover," he projected. That's all it took for me to feel a familiar tingle and start getting wet.
"That'll be $36 mister." I hadn't even realized we had stopped, but we were in front of a large glass building, and Eric was paying the driver. Snapping out of my orgasm induced day dream, I got out of the cab, just as a doorman came to help me.
"Barry, this is Ms. Stackhouse. You'll be seeing a lot of her from now on. There will be no need to call me when she arrives just let her up please." I beamed at him. He winked, I was even more turned on.
"You got it Mr. Northman." Barry was a scrawny guy with dark hair and glasses, who seemed sweet enough, if not a little nervous. He looked like he couldn't have been more than 19 and reminded me of that kid that played McLovin in Superbad. I had a soft spot for him already.
"Hey Barry, call me Sookie k? Ms. Stackhouse makes me feel old." He smiled at me as he took my bag and nodded. Sweet kid. The building was huge, I realized, and right on the water. The lobby looked like some fancy hotel, and "Trump" was emblazoned on the doors. Once in the elevator, Eric pressed the 30th floor (which wasn't even the penthouse, there were 36 floors!) and up we went. We exited the elevator, turned to the right, and walked all the way down the ridiculously long hall to the last apartment on the corner, 3069. I know I'm a grown woman and all, but I had to laugh, and wondered if Eric paid extra to be in apartment number 69?
It was the afternoon, and when Eric opened the door, sunlight was streaming through the windows. I had to squint until I got used to it and stepped inside. I could see water and buildings ahead of me through the huge picture window. I hadn't really thought much about what Eric's place would look like, but anything I had imagined would have been completely wrong. His place was beyond minimal – in fact, it got off the minimal train and smacked right into empty. I looked around the living room. There was a black leather couch (of course), a glass coffee table, and a big TV on a matching glass table. That was it. No rugs, no chairs, no curtains, no plants, no pictures, nothing on the walls, nothing but the couch and the TV.
"Hey Eric?"
"Yes?" he responded from another room.
"How long have you lived here?" Maybe he only just moved? Maybe everything was in storage?
"Just over four years." Yikes! It was the most nondescript, cold, and impersonal void I had ever seen. I followed the voice to a bedroom. There was a king bed on one wall with white sheets and a white comforter. No curtains, no blinds, no rug, no TV – oh wait, there was a TV – a flat screen, attached to the wall. There was one bedside table and one bedside lamp, and I was willing to bet that was 'his side.' If that wasn't a clear message to anyone coming here, Lord! I didn't want to be one of those girls who came in and redecorated her boyfriend's place, but this was extreme. If nothing else, I needed a bed table and lamp, maybe some colored sheets? I was making a mental list of things that had to be purchased, when I heard water running.
I followed the sound and found myself in a huge marble bathroom. Eric was leaning over the tub, checking the temperature. I was half expecting not to find towels in there, but there were towels and bath mats, and dear lord, more hair products than I had in my bathroom!
"I thought we could use a bath after the flight."
"Like the way you think Eric Northman."
"You know I love it when you say that."
"Say what? Eric Northman?" I asked coyly batting my eyes.
"Yes."
"Eric Northman." He growled at me. This was fun. "Eric Northman." He began to walk toward me now. "Eric Northman." He had me in his clutches.
"Clothes. Off. Now," he snarled. Seconds later, Eric and I were naked in his marble tub, his fingers inside me.
"Eric," I stammered.
"Yes, Love."
"This feels amazing, but…"
"But?" he asked as he started rubbing at my clit.
"I want you inside me."
"I am inside you."
"You know what I mean."
"Maybe, I want to hear you say it though."
"Ungh. Eric I want…" I was finding it hard to get out the words as his fingers wouldn't stop touching me.
"You want…"
I had enough of this. "Eric Northman, take me out of this tub and fuck me," I yelled out.
He got out of the tub, scooped me up, and ran me to the bed. I heard a drawer open, but being impatient, my fingers took over where his had left off. I heard a familiar 'rrrrrip' sound as I rubbed my clit with my index finger. My eyes closed, and my back arched to the ceiling. "That's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life." Just knowing he was standing there, watching me as I touched myself drove me crazy. I kept my finger going, and felt his weight on the bed. His hand grabbed at my breast, squeezing. "I want to see you make yourself come." His hands on my body, his voice, his weight around me… it didn't take long before I granted his wish, feeling like the 'hottest fucking thing.'
His hands spread my legs, and no sooner had I had stopped coming than he had plunged into me. God, he was always so hard. His movements were fast and smooth, and every time I felt his pelvis press up against me, my breath caught in my throat. His hips pumped into me steadily with force. I had just come, but I was ready again. I came again repeating his name over and over, my own little prayer.
(Eric POV)
It was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen. Sookie: naked, dripping wet, hair splayed on the bed, her perfect tits arched to the ceiling, her finger working herself over. I straddled her on the bed. I had to touch her. I grabbed at her breast, wanting to see her make herself come… and she did. I hadn't ever wanted anymore more. I pushed myself into her heat and didn't stop. She kept repeating my name, over and over. It didn't take long before I let go, returning the favor by repeating her name as I went over the edge.
I woke up, my hand on her stomach. Our precious child was in there. Watching Sookie grow from week to week was my greatest joy these days. The ladies of the house staff doted on Sookie almost more than I did. The guilt I would have felt leaving for work daily was greatly dissipated in the knowledge that Rupali was feeding her, and Nisha fussing with pillows and fans, always making sure she was comfortable. Doctor Apthorp was only 4 houses away and made weekly trips to check up on her.
She was beautiful these days, even more so than normal. She seemed to be lit from the inside. Her eyes sparkled, and her skin glowed. Those first few weeks were hard on her though. She was sick daily – the oppressive September heat of no help. But as the months went on and the temperature cooled, my dear Sookie seemed to become Mother Earth herself. Nothing bothered her. Not the monsoon rains, not the winds, not the flooding. Nothing. She embraced everything with open arms and a smile. These last weeks before she gave birth, she took to wearing the loose and colorful garments the local women wore. It was a shock to the good doctor, but as his wife, Mrs. Apthorp, said, 'When you become pregnant, Reginald, you may wear whatever you wish.'
We sent letters to Sookie's grandmother, who was still ruling over her Parisian domain. She was thrilled and only wished she were young enough to make the journey to see us. We promised that as soon the child was strong enough, we would go to her. We also sent word to Sookie's father, hoping that a grandchild would soften his heart. Sookie wanted so badly to have her father back in her life. The frigid man sent back a letter saying that if it was inheritance we were after, we could forget about it. I didn't let Sookie see the letter. Although she was happy these days, I was afraid the harsh words would upset her. I decided to save the letter until after our child was born.
Knowing that our child would be arriving any day, Rupali's son slept by the door to our bedroom, ready at a moments notice to retrieve the good doctor. His chance came on April 25th at 8am. Sookie awoke in pain, grabbing at her stomach. I opened the door, woke up the boy, and he ran to the doctor's house. In the meantime, both Nisha and Rupali made their way to the room with water, towels and began making her as comfortable as possible. A man's place during childbirth wasn't with his wife, but I wouldn't leave her. I held her hand, keeping her calm – this was my wife and child, I wouldn't leave them.
The doctor arrived and examined Sookie. She wasn't ready yet, apparently, so we sat in that room for hours until finally, it was time. Sookie, amazing Sookie, tired, hot, uncomfortable, and in pain was a marvel. She never once complained, never once did more than grit her teeth and squeeze my hand. There was one sudden gut wrenching scream from Sookie, and then there was silence. Sookie fell back, exhausted, and then I heard it. My daughter let out a loud cry, and tears rolled down my and Sookie's face.
"You did it my Love," I said to her, in awe. I looked to the doctor, who was smiling at me as he examined our child. Convinced all was well, Apthorp handed the baby to Nisha, who was ready to swaddle the baby in linens and adorn her head with rosewater. Nisha handed me the precious package, and nervously, carefully, I took my daughter from her. She was perfection! She stopped crying and looked about with wide blue eyes, searching for something – her mother. "She's perfect Sookie." With the help of Nisha and Rupali, Sookie sat up in the bed and opened her arms for her daughter.
I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. My daughter, my wife. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she looked at her daughter for the first time. "So small," she said. "Hello angel, and what's your name?" she asked, hoping the angel would respond.
Dr. Apthorp shook my hand and left us, saying to come get him at any time should we need him. Nisha and Rupali had quietly exited the room as some point as well, till it was just us – my daughter, my wife.
"Has she answered yet?" I asked.
"She's pondering it. I can see her thinking. She's hungry. She must be," said Sookie. She lowered her nightgown and brought our daughter to her breast. As if by magic, they both knew what to do. I thought the world could not be more beautiful. When I saw the two loves of life joined, I knew my life was blessed.
"Alexandra," said Sookie, not taking her eyes from her daughter. "I think she just told me her name was Alexandra."
I woke up, my hand on her stomach. Sookie was naked next to me, still asleep, sunlight washing her body. We had a child – a little girl whose name was Alexandra. Of all the dreams I had had, this was the most amazing one. Of course, my Sookie wasn't pregnant, and the child wasn't real. Someday though, it would be real. Sookie's belly would be swollen with our child. I would hold her hand as she gave birth. Sookie would listen to our child and hear its name within her heart.
"Did you dream of Alexandra too?" asked a quiet voice next to me. I bent over and kissed her stomach. "She was beautiful wasn't she?"
"She was stunning, and I love you."
"I love you too." We stayed in bed for hours. Talking, kissing, and just holding each other. Eventually, we got up. It was almost noon, and knowing I didn't have any food in the house, we went out for lunch. Walking toward Merlotte's Diner, I took her hand in mine and kissed it. She smiled at me as we made our way to the grubby diner that I loved so much. It was just a hole in the wall with the best coffee and waffles in the city. We sat down in one of the booths, and Sam, the owner, came by to take our order.
"Who's this?"
"This, Sam, is Sookie."
"She must be someone special. In all the years you've been coming here, I've never seen you with any woman except your sister."
"She's very special."
"Well, Sookie," said Sam, "it's a pleasure," and he held out his hand.
"Thanks Sam. Eric tells me you have the best coffee and waffles in the city."
"Yes, I do. Two orders coming up."
We were such a cliché. We held hands across the table, looked at each other the whole time, sighed and smiled. Not that I cared. I was so happy to have someone to be a cliché with. I hadn't smiled this much in years. I wanted to do something for her – something that would show her how happy she had made me. I didn't know what that was, but I'd figure it out eventually.
"We should call Amelia," Sookie said after a sip of coffee, "and Christ on crutches, you weren't kidding about this coffee!" I laughed.
"I wouldn't lie to you, especially not about coffee. Yes, we should call when we get back to the apartment."
"Thanks. Another thing…listen… I don't want you to think I'm coming in and taking your life over or anything…"
"Feel free, it's yours for the taking."
"God that was sexy… where was I?"
"Something about taking my life over."
"Oh right. If I'm going to be spending any kind of time at your place, we need to get a couple of things."
"Whatever you want."
"Nothing crazy, promise, just a lamp, another bedside table, and maybe a rug?"
"Sookie, get whatever you want. It's just a place to sleep for me."
"Oh come on, its your home. I don't want to tread over it."
"It's not my home, its just my apartment."
She looked at me concerned. "Then where's home?"
It was a good question. I hadn't felt like I had a home since I had left for America all those years ago. I loved this city. I loved the view from my apartment. I loved my sister, even Niall and Laffy, but past that I couldn't answer her. "Well, if home is where the heart is, then I suppose you are."
"I am what?"
"You are home."
"Aww, Eric, that was sweet. Really, really cheesy, almost painfully cheesy, but sweet."
"Gee, thanks Sookie. Where's home for you then?"
"Until Gran died, it was the house in Bon Temps."
"And now?"
"Now I'm looking."
"You're looking for home?"
"Yup. And I'll know it when I see it."
"I didn't realize you could just look for 'home' like that."
"A few weeks ago you didn't know you could fly either," she whispered. "What a difference a day makes, huh?"
"Days are wonderful things. So, will you allow me to follow you on your quest?"
"Eric Northman, you better be doing more than just following!"
She made me laugh… again. I would help her look for home. She was mine that was all that mattered.
A/N
Ok so it was a little sappy, I can admit that. But sweet right?
Special thanks to HopeSteet, this was a monster of an editing job and she gave me some lovely ideas too!
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