Chapter Eleven
He'd be mad, she knew he would. She'd done this every year since Lukas could walk straight. It was never a set day, but once or twice a year after they had woken and satisfied themselves she would leave him a scrawled note to say she'd meet him later at Fangtasia and she'd fly over to her old home. She'd visit with Gran, tell her anything she couldn't tell others, and tell her important things. Spend time remembering her. This night she had brought a large bunch of mixed exotic flowers for her, in colours that put the rainbow to shame. Words fell as natural as breathing once was. Sharing worries, fears, hopes and dreams with her dearly missed care-taker. Then she would walk a once very familiar route. The road to Merlotte's.
It wasn't too busy around now. Shifts were changing if she remembered correctly and cars were parked haphazardly without a care in the world. Sookie smiled and dusted at her jeans, she pushed back her hair and smoothed down the pale blue blouse.
Head held high she walked back to Merlotte's and sat at the bar resting her head on her hands.
"Hi Sam." she called innocently at the shaggy blonde who was cursing at the microwave. He stopped immediately and turned, a gleeful grin dominating his face.
"Sook. I wondered when you'd be dropping by. It's so good to see you Cher." He was older, married to a shape shifter named Daphne expecting his third child. But it was still the same Sam that gave her confidence, kept her safe and crushed on her for a good long while. They hadn't parted on good terms those 15 years back. He'd wanted nothing to do with her. But after a few years she started to miss him and wondered if he did the same. She'd called him expecting violent and found peace and comfort. Eric had said she should just forget about him and never see him again. Okay so it wasn't so much as a suggestion as an order. But Sookie didn't follow orders. He should know that by now.
Sam finally released her from the hug and sat with her in the booth they usually claimed.
"How are things? It seems like forever since I saw you last. Lafayette's upset he missed you last time as well."
"I'll make sure to see him." she swore. Lafayette had married a Wicca named Jesus, and when she said married she meant going the whole 9 yards. Not just going to a registration office and getting a partnership form. Nope, there were suits, tuxes, an archway, priest (or maybe he was a Wicca representative, Sookie didn't get the full picture, only photos, and there were many) and a huge party of course to follow. They even stuffed each other with wedding cake designed with two Grooms kissing on the top. It was adorable. They were thinking of adopting the last she heard, and she hoped with her entire heart that they did.
"Tara's going to be a grandma too." Sam announced.
"What?"
"Yep. Her daughter got pregnant by some jackass at school. She was going to abort it when the guy left. But she decided she wants it. You should have seen Tara's face when that got found out. We all thought she had gone catatonic." Sookie laughed.
"So she's going to be Grandma Tara, that's so sweet."
"Not for Tara, she's cursing like mad, she thinks she'll suddenly get wrinkles and start buying rocking chairs and blankets to drape over everything."
"She'll grow into it." Came a voice from her left. Sookie turned to see her server. Oliver. "She's just scared she'll have to start playing baby sitter again." Sookie laughed
"Hey Oliver. How've you been?" she asked. Oliver didn't know the extent of how he knew Sookie, but he knew to be grateful to her and he liked the occasions when she came around, as rare as they were.
"Got me two solid jobs now." he replied proudly. "My uncles got this construction business for me whenever I want it and Sam's helping me get into college with some more work. There's a business class with my name on it so I'll be ready to take the construction dealings over."
"That's fantastic." Sookie beamed at him. The boy didn't have a head for figures, but with his brawn he was built just for construction, and pretty enough to work for Sam and pay for his rent just on the tips he got. He was a charmer in more ways than one. Following in Jason's footsteps a little, though that was a tough topic. Jason and Sookie had tried to build bridges, but… something's were too damaged. He moved state a few years back and that was the last she heard. But he was civil enough to tell her, and he leaves her information through Sam about how he's doing. He'd divorced twice as far as she'd heard, but he was still being positive and he was finding work easy enough to afford a beach house. Other than the fact he could see the sea she had no other clue as to where he was and it seemed he wanted it to remain that way. Sookie sighed mentally.
"I'll leave you to catch up Miss Sookie." Oliver nodded at Sam in parting and left only to return with her True Blood and Sam's beer.
"So Cher, how are you and the vampire?"
Sookie smiled. Eric was always 'the vampire' to Sam, despite the fact that she herself was a vampire too.
"Eric's fine. We're getting along good."
"Still fighting everyday?" he asked light heartedly. He knew now that that was something Sookie needed. She needed someone strong who wouldn't just cave to her puppy eyes and give her exactly what she desired at any given time like he would have. She needed someone she could push boundaries with, who would set rules she could bend and get in trouble for. She liked the thrill, the rush, the danger of being caught. Life on the wild side but never too wild that she couldn't see ahead of her. As much as it pained him to admit it. Eric was perfect for her.
"Oh yeah. I threw a lamp at him a few days back." she proudly admitted. Sam chuckled and took a drink of his beer.
Sookie genuinely smiled bright. She missed her human life from time to time. She enjoyed vampirism, but sometimes she craved that sun lounger and a fatty beef burger rather than pale skin and a bottle of AB negative.
2 hours later she had visited around all those she missed and was in the shower removing all trace of her adventure. Pam had rung her mobile saying that Eric was, as predicted, pissed and she was to come collect her for Fangtasia at once. Sookie was just stepping outside to meet Pam when she came across two teens looking for a third.
"Lukas out?" Mike asked.
"He's not in, I can tell you that much." Sookie replied sheepishly. Was it bad to say she didn't actually know where her only child was?
"Probably at Fangtasia smooching with jess." Mike guessed. "Any chance that's where you're heading?" he hinted.
"If you tell Pam she looks delicious you can catch a lift." Sookie laughed and started walking with the boys down the path to where Pam usually parked.
"Pam is… she's ummm, coming with us?" Mike blushed. Yep, Mike was in full thrall of the dreams and had no idea what was happening. Fox was too, but personally Sookie thought it scared him a little because he was a lot quieter around her after he'd had one of the more explicit dreams. That was probably the only reason Eric felt it was acceptable to leave him alive. Poor boy, he didn't know how close to death via jealous vampire he was.
"I suppose so, she is driving." Sookie answered and they found Pam with Grace looking a little… distracted. Well, lip-locked would be a more accurate term. Pam clapped her hands together in glee as she saw them.
"Are we smuggling boys today?" she teased. "I do love a good kidnapping. Hop in little children, maybe I'll offer you some candy if you play nice." The boys needed no more invitation and Sookie slid in the back with them.
"So boys… anything interesting happen recently?" Grace asked from the driver's seat.
"I had a really weird dream last night." Fox admitted with a slight blush.
"Not as weird as mine." Mike stated, his eyes wide at the memory. It didn't take a telepath to see the content of those dreams. Neither knew the other had also had vampire blood. Sookie grinned and met an equally knowing Pam. They both doubled over in laughter, utterly consumed by it.
Lukas was outside Jessica's room before then sun could even set. He'd been pacing his room since he woke. His dreams were wild and vivid. She bit him the night before, he'd practically begged her to do it, that had stirred 'reactions'… but that dream. Well the dream was the continuation of what could have happened. The part he so desperately wanted to happen. He didn't even have any vampire blood in his system and this was how he saw her when he slept. Oh he would be in deep trouble if he could ever taste her.
He slumped against the wall outside her doorway, he traced her bite mark, moving the leather luck bracelet down his wrist so he could. He had felt so alive and connected, with her fangs penetrating him. He wanted to return the favour, to show her how great he could make her feel. He screwed his eyes closed and put his hands interlinked behind his head. God, she stirred so many emotions in him. She was live fire running through his veins every time he saw her. He'd be in class impatiently waiting, no longer for end of school bell, but for night time so he could see her again. She smothered his entire thinking. Clouded his reasoning. And as far as those words meant… He was in love with her. He sighed and slammed his head to his knees. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Hello?" A tiny mouse voice called through the door. He hadn't realised she had woke yet. He rushed to his feet and tapped on the door.
"Jessica. It's Lukas." He actually shuffled his feet, seriously why was he so debilitated by those simple words. He just needed to tell her and then it wouldn't be such a big thing anymore. Right? That's what Mike did with Stacey. Just go straight out with the truth and then it's no longer your problem.
"Lukas!" she exclaimed, her voice full of euphoria and happiness. "One second. I just got up."
"Kay." He slouched back against the wall, remembering to breathe. In and out. In and Out. Not such a big thing.
A few seconds later Jessica pulled open the door with a huge blue dressing gown tied around her. Her hair had been brushed back swiftly into a bobble, some strands fell around her face, perfectly framing her.
"What's wrong?" she instantly asked and pulled him in, letting the door close by itself and sitting him on the bed. Lukas sighed and no words came to him. What was he doing? Running to some girl's house to tell her he was in love with her. He dropped his head into his hands. "Lukas baby, seriously, what's wrong?" she wrapped her arms around his neck, urging his face up to look at her, she was kneeling on the bed, her bare legs poking out from under the towelling robe. Her chest was pressing against his arm as she tried to draw him from his mind. He felt his insides stir, heat bubbling his blood. "Lukas. Tell me." she pleaded.
"I love you." he just spilled, his brain disconnect from his lips. Blood seemed to want to be somewhere else entirely. Jess froze.
"You…" she whispered and sat back on her heels.
"That came out wrong. I mean it wasn't wrong, because I do. But it wasn't meant to sound like that." He stood and ran his fingers through his blonde spikes starting to pace. "It's just… I realised last night and I can't stop thinking about it. But I do, I really do and I don't know what to do. I just… I wanted to see you." Jessica stopped his rambling with a kiss. Her arms looped around his neck on her tiptoes and she pulled him down to claim his lips.
"I know." she breathed against him. "I know because I feel the same. I can't wait to see you. I hate that I'm a vampire and I can't even be with you all day. I wake up and the first thing I think of is you. So believe me when I say I know how you feel."
Lukas smiled and pressed his lips to her neck. She pressed her body to his; moulding herself to the frame she was only just beginning to know. Her hands fell to the waist band of the scruffy battered jeans and pulled out the t-shirt allowing herself the pleasure of the warm body he willingly gave to warm her cold one. The usual way they greeted each other. Her fingers ran the muscles of his chest, the start of a fantastic set of abs being just the right amount of soft and solid. She rested her hands atop his shoulders and pushed him from her lips regretting the decision immediately, but she wanted to make sure he was alright. The sound of his breathing filled the room as she slid of the leather bracelet, her eyes traced her fang marks.
"It doesn't hurt?" she asked. He shook his head, moving back the stray strands of hair to kiss her neck. She giggled at his warm touch. "Lukas. I have work in an hour."
"An hour." he stated. "We have time." He wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her back to his chest. His lips brushing hers again. She groaned, wielding to him and parted her lips, his tongue slipping in. Her hands tangled in his hair, drawing him closer still. At the pulsation of desire Jessica felt between her legs she shot back. The warlock had told her she would be ruled by her desires. Desires she would feel she had to act upon, desires other humans might not develop till later. If she had a live heart it would have been beating faster than a humming birds wings.
"I umm… I need to shower before work." she mumbled. "You can stay… if you like, I mean, and we can walk up together. Or you can leave… I just…" Lukas was looking more irresistible by the second. His skin was begging to be tasted. To feel those arms holding her tight, to feel every inch of him, to drown in his smell. She wanted him so bad, and she knew just how dangerous her wants could be. Raping your boyfriend was kind of a big no-no. Her back hit the doorframe to the bathroom and she froze. "I'll be back in a few. 'Kay?"
"Sure." He vowed. Did his voice always sound so husky and lost in pleasure? She squirmed internally and shut the door behind her, hoping he wouldn't sense her edginess.
Lukas breathed out. She had been so alive in his arms, her lush lips brushing against his had stirred nothing but lust. Lust so powerful and commanding, he should not have for someone he had only been dating 3 week. How could she have captivated him so easily in such short time? Was it the eyes that caught you in their webs on innocence and mystery? Maybe the cute nose she wrinkled when she was confused or stumbling over her own words nervously. The soft hair that she hid behind when she shied away. Maybe it was her mind, she buzzed a mile a minute in there, always on her feet. She could always read people so well, but with him, so seemed so lost and it was adorable. Her curves were another part of her to worship, the way she dressed sometimes he thought it was just to tease him, that top that cut just enough to draw you into fantasies yet covered up enough to demand respect. He wanted to touch her so bad. The single thought of her naked was driving him insane.
She was probably naked now…
Standing by the shower sliding off that silly bath robe. Her fingers pushing off her underwear. He would bet that was all she wore to bed… the way she held the robe around her, it was either that she wore very little or she was just cold. And since she was a vampire, he'd vote bra and panties. Maybe not even that…
He bit his lips, his fantasies blurring with reality. She'd run her hands over her body, silky skin soaped up with her favourite coconut scent. Her fingers would graze a rosy nipple and she'd gasp, his name spilling from her lips. Oh how she'd wish he was there, that they were his hands rolling over her curves, his body pressing against hers. His legs encasing hers. His mouth sucking on her peaked nipples. How she'd wish it was his warm fingers teasing her inner thigh, travelling higher up her long cream legs to toy in her red curls. He would be able to feel her wetness, just how much she wanted him. She beg for him, for more of his touch, to hold her tighter, penetrate her deeper. His name would be the one she shouted out to the gods. His nam-
"Lukas?"
Shit! He clawed his way from his daydream only to find Jessica poking her head around the door. Her eyes locked on the bulge in his jeans. Double Shit! He cursed again and hoped somehow he would wake up some time soon. "You okay?" she bit her lips knowingly and slid out from behind the door, one hand holding her towel up around her breasts, her wet hair clinging to her smooth skin. Oh God, not helping! "You look uncomfy…" she whispered and tiptoed over to the bed, lifting a knee up and sliding onto the covers. No care for her wet hair… or the way her towel rode up. Triple shit! This was really not helping the situation. Lukas closed his eyes, and then turned his head to try removing the images that refused to settle. "Lukas." she sang his name in a whisper, her lips at his ear. "I want you too." He froze, was that his imagination saying that, or his sweet, innocent girlfriend. His skin melted as her hand trailed up his jeans.
"Jess. We don't have to. If you're not ready." he managed to force out. Eyes still closed, head turned.
"Lukas. I want you. Hell, I've wanted someone for the last 15 years. I just didn't think you would… want me" she finished. He turned back, eyes meeting hers.
"How could I not? You're a goddess." she laughed once, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You want to?" her eyes flickered up pleading with his.
"Do you?" she bit her lip and nodded, almost ashamed of her own desires.
Her fingers released the towel, letting it pool on the bed. Lukas attacked, his lips wanting to kiss every inch of her perfect skin. She giggled underneath him, her legs wrapping around his. Her arms dipped between their heated bodies, fingers tugging on the waistband. A low growl vibrated across her nipple where his mouth lay. It stirred her blood, her head dropping back in bliss. A warm hand stroked down her throat, lower and lower over her curves. It paused at her curls, heat spreading, tingles firing up across her entire frame. He was so close, she needed him so much. She pulled again on his jeans, earning another growl. Who knew he was so animalistic? Sure, he was cheeky, sexy and rude, yet sensitive, knowing, patient and caring. But was this just another thing perfect about him? Would she ever find a flaw?
"Jess. Wait. I want to see all of you, taste every inch." Her insides melted at his words, her core dripping pure sex and heat. At least she found his flaw… he cared too much.
"Lukas. We don't have time."
His breathing became harder, his restraint failing.
"Later. I promise I'll worship your body later." Worship her body… oh god, she was in heaven. Her maker was her first, and thankfully that memory was fully repressed. All she needed to know was that it meant nothing, she felt nothing of pleasure. Not like the sparks her god sent her with every touch. He wanted to worship her, to spend hours kissing every inch of her most secret of areas.
He finally let her slid her hands down and help divest him of his jeans. Boxers followed and she was mesmerised. The extent of her virginity suddenly flooded to catch up with her. Her skin was boiling with need, but she hadn't even been with any real man, sure she knew the mechanics of the action, she knew what her body wanted her to do, but she didn't know how to please him. Would he be just as happy? He was so thick… would he even fit? Her worried were silenced by his tongue thrusting into her mouth, swallowing her words. Her hands took place in his hair, her moans lost to blend in with his as she felt his tip press to her womanhood. Oh sweet pleasure.
"Jess I don't have-" he started. She would have laughed if she was able in such a state.
"Vampire. Don't need." she breathed, wanting his lips back on hers.
"But-"
"Lukas, I'm already so wet. Please don't make me wait any longer" she rasped, taking his hand in hers and venturing further into her sodden curls. He gasped, the feeling so new to him, so consuming. He looked back up to her eyes, glazed over in bliss. Slowly he moved forward, his tip pushing against her walls. God she was so tight, so warm, so fucking hot.
"Fuck" his curse vibrated against her neck and she held tighter to him. Begging for more, so little did nothing to ease the burn, just stoke the fire. His eyes met hers again.
"More." she begged. "More!" She felt every solid inch of him sliding further into her. Oh god. Oh god. "Lukas. God. Please." He rocked back out then back again, his length as deep inside her as he could. The dancing butterflies all swept up inside her, building nerves into something else entirely. Something that would promise bliss. He thrust in again, stealing a moan from her lips with his own. They found a slow pace that seemed to suit, but not for long. Her bliss was coming faster and faster and with it Lukas's neck was looking unavoidably tasty. Oh god. He hit her sweet spot again and she cried aloud.
"Lukas." she breathed out. "Lukas… I" He nodded, understanding the message in her eyes. It would be too hard not to bite.
Like a barrier had been lifted she flew into her orgasm, her ears filled with her own pleasured sounds and his as well. His seed spilled into her and her vision became completely about blood. In a last prayer to her lust she turned her head and bit at his wrist. Neck bites would be too hard to cover for him, and his mother's wrath would be something she did not desire. When the haze lifted Lukas was panting across her chest, her fangs in the same puncture wounds she made yesterday. She pulled out, her tongue licking across them enough to stop the blood flow. Secretly it wasn't only his nectar she craved; it was the marking that declared him as her won. The two holes in his wrist that belonged to her. She wove her arms around his neck stroking down the hair she had messed only minutes before, enjoying the heaven she could touch.
"Hey." he muttered and lifted his weight from her. "I thought I'd lost you for a second." he breathed. She rolled over on top of him. Her lips pressed to his.
"You'll never lose me." she vowed "I'll always stay as long as you love me."
"I'll always love you." he declared truth swimming in his eyes.
"Then I'll always love you." With that she dove back to his mouth.
