Eric was flat on his back on the cabin floor with Sookie tangled in his arms. He was panting and covered in a layer of sweat. Sookie propped up on her elbow and smoothed the damp hair from his forehead.

"You okay?" She smirked.

"I…wow…shit." He took a deep breath and looked down at himself. "How long will it take for us to do it again?"

She turned her attention to his now flaccid penis and burst out laughing.

"I have no idea! Never had sex with a plain ole man before, remember?" Eric twisted his fingers in her sides causing the peels of her laughter to echo around the quiet room.

"I'm a plain ole man, huh? How's this for a plain ole man?" He tickled and poked at her ribs. She caught his eye and they both froze. Suddenly, she was on him. She started under his arms and moved to his sides. She showed no mercy. He scrambled to his feet in an effort to escape her.

"Stop! Okay! Okay!" Eric laughed as Sookie tickled him.

"You're ticklish! HA!"

Eric pulled her into a hug and tried to catch his breath.

"I love you." He sighed as he rubbed his hands down her back.

"I love you too." She titled her head up to kiss him gently on the cheek. She squeezed his ass and broke the kiss. "I'm starving. I need to eat."

She grabbed his t-shirt that had been thrown over the back of the couch and slipped it over her head as she headed to the kitchen. She suddenly stopped and watched as he pulled his boxers over his hips. "Hey!" She yelled.

"What?!" He questioned at the sudden outburst.

"You can eat too!" He chuckled as she bounced up and down twisting her arms above her head at her revelation.

"So what will you feed me first?" He slid onto the high barstool and watched in amusement as she stood in front of the refrigerator with the door open. "You fuss at me when I do that." He grinned.

"Because when you do, it's pointless. You drink blood. Pick a type and shut the door." They laughed comfortably as Sookie pulled food from the fridge.

"Are you making breakfast foods?" He spotted the carton of eggs on the counter.

"Yep. It's…5:30 in the morning. We need breakfast. Eggs, bacon, grits…hmmm. What else? Toast…coffee…juice. You're getting the works."

"Can I help?"

"Sure. Start searching for pots and a skillet." Eric stood and quickly found the cooking pots. He watched in amazement as Sookie orchestrated breakfast. He followed her instructions when he needed to stir the grits or butter the toast. Eric suddenly grabbed his stomach and Sookie saw concern flash across his face.

"What's wrong?!" She reached for his arm and placed her hand over his. He shook his head and smirked.

"I think my stomach likes the smell of your cooking. I believe it just…growled." Sookie stood on her tip toes and kissed him quickly before turning her attention back to the bacon.

"Well, I hope your stomach likes the taste of my cooking. This is good country cookin'. Puts meat on your bones." She quoted her Gran as she placed the bacon strips on a paper towel. "You want cheese in your grits?"
"How am I supposed to know?" He pinched her butt as he set the plates on the counter.

"Right. I'll just fix them like I like them. Lots of butter, cheese, salt and pepper. The way grits are supposed to be eatin'." His eyes widened at the amount of food she was piling on his plate. She fixed a plate for herself and then sat a cup of coffee beside both. She sat beside him at the bar and faced him.
"You're going to watch me eat, my love?"

"You bet your ass." He picked up the bacon and smelled it before putting in his mouth. She leaned forward waiting for his reaction.
"Mmmm. That's wonderful." She kissed his cheek and dug into her own plate. They sat in silence a few minutes while Sookie kept watching Eric try the different foods on his plate.

"The grits are different. I can't say I like them, but I don't dislike them."

"Stop talking with your mouth full." She scolded playfully as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Yes, ma'am." He laughed as he stuffed another piece of bacon in his mouth. Sookie took a deep breath and sighed contentedly. This was something she never thought she would experience. She and Eric were eating breakfast together. She happily chewed her eggs and watched him finish off his toast. She was impressed that he actually had table manners. He had his napkin draped over his thigh and everything.

"You are staring at me again."

"Where did you learn table manners?"

"I am not a complete savage. I've walked the earth for over a thousand years. I have picked a few things up." She laughed at his indignant tone.

"I'm sorry. You want anything else?"

"I couldn't possibly eat another bite." The last part was cut off by a large opened mouthed yawn. Sookie couldn't help but yawn in return.

"Let's go try out the bed." He leered at her.
"Sounds like a plan. Race you!" She bolted from the chair before he had time to react. He pushed away from the bar and cursed as he tripped over the now fallen stool.

"Fuck!"

"What's the matter?! Missing that vampire quickness?! HA!" She jumped on the end of the bed and shrieked when he tackled her on the mattress.

"You're having a little too much fun at my expense."

"Oh, I plan on having lots and lots of fun at your expense." She punctuated her point by grabbing his now growing erection though the thin material of his boxers.