I opened my eyes to the familiar space of Eric's underground bedroom. I was faced towards the wall, next to the dresser looking at myself in mirror. I smoothed out my skirt and fussed with my hair and slowly turned around. I found Eric lying on his side of the bed. His face was buried in my pillow. When he didn't move for a couple heartbeats, I put my bag down and gingerly walked over to the bed.

I climbed over the edge and sat down. I spread my skirt around me, adjusting my legs so I was comfortable, in case he took awhile to wake. I fixed my eyes on his profile, studying him.

His face was narrow, more narrow than than rest of his hard body. His long hair softened the hard angles but little could have made him ugly. I could see his chest, perfectly cut. Like in my afternoon dream, I had no idea if he was naked or not. Even though the first night when I had accidentally seen him in the buff, I wasn't actually sure if that was a regular occurrence.

Perhaps because I knew, deep down, there was nothing to gain by being a nervous Nelly at this particular moment, I felt more confident than I had all day.

I felt my eyes unfocus while I mentally waxed on the nature of beauty and its existence in creatures like vampires and the fae. Both were known for their looks and viciousness in equal parts but one did not somehow cancel out the other. The fae were all beautiful and I had been attracted to my share of them. I was attracted to Eric but it was something deeper. It could be what we had already gone through together, but it felt like even more than that.

I was pulled out of my musings as I heard Eric inhale deeply. My eyes focused on him pushing his face into my pillow deeply, a sigh coming from his lips before he suddenly noticed my presence and turned his face sharply to me. I had surprised him. And totally busted him, too.

I couldn't help but let a large smile stretch over my face. He missed me. Or at least totally was enjoying my scent.

"Hi," I said, my grin not fading even a little bit.

He continued to stare at me.

"I came to apologize," I said.

And he continued to stare.

"You have nothing to apologize for," he finally said. "I should have not treated you that way."

That was exactly what he had said in my dream. Shit. Claudine might have been on to something.

I put my hand out, shaking my head. "Woah, just woah," I said. "We will come back to that statement in a little bit but suffice it to say I have a pretty good idea of what you are going to say next. And I am not having it."

He opened his mouth, probably to go one with his spiel from my dream.

"No," I said. "I am going to say my piece. Then you can talk. I felt so terrible last night having my telepathy come out like that. I shouldn't have done that to you. I hope you can accept my apology. I know it puts me in danger but there is one other thing you don't know about me that might make that not such a concern."

He looked at me, allowing me to continue.

"Shit, or maybe it will put me in more danger," I said, thinking it through. A telepathic fairy princess to reckless vampires looking for a trophy could be irresistible, even if Niall would go to war for me. "I don't know. It's part of the reason I came back to talk to you. My great-grandfather is Niall Brigant, prince of the sky fae, and he wants to talk with you about an alliance against Brendan and the vampire hierarchy."

I couldn't help but scrunch up my face at that last bit. Was it a worst secret than the telepathy?

"What is the other part of the reason you are here?" He asked.

"Oh," I said. I was not expecting that. I figured the "prince of the sky fae" comment would have been the first topic of discussion. I didn't know what to say to that.

So I acted.

I got up on my knees and crawled over to him. I climbed over his legs, up to his chest and stretched my body over his, putting my face on his exposed chest, putting my arms on either side of his, in a half hug. He was stiff as a board underneath me.

"I missed you," I said.

He didn't move for a few moment and then pulled my face up to look at him.

"What do you mean?" he demanded.

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. He wanted me to spell it out for him? It wasn't explicit enough that I was in his room, in a pretty dress and had just crawled up his body?

So I leaned in and kissed him.

He didn't react but didn't pull away. So I pulled slightly back and kissed along his jaw.

"Unlike you," I said between kisses. "I am not doing this for show."

I found myself underneath Eric faster than a blink of an eye. He was holding himself mostly off me, his arms forming a barrier on each side of me. He was looking at me, angrily.

"How could you think that was only a show?" he asked.

"Well, you did tell me it was one and then banished me soon thereafter, sooo," I said, trailing off.

"Frustrating fairy," Eric growled before leaning down and laying a doozy of a kiss on me. His lips were demanding on mine, moving around at a frenetic pace. I tried to match him while my wrapped my hands around his arms, trying to pull him closer to me.

He sank down, his delicious weight on me. Claudine was right, this could be right for me. It certainly felt right in this moment.

He wrapped one hand into my hair and the other made its way to my side, holding me in place and massaging my hip at the same time. I took the chance to run my hands along him, feelings the muscles in his shoulders and back, getting more and more turned on. His lips felt pillowy and wet, and his tongue explored my mouth.

Just as I was going to reach for his butt, he pulled away.

A slow smirk formed on his face.

"Can you tell that's not for show?" he asked.

"Ha! Funny! Now come back here," I said, trying to reach up to his lips but he stayed out of reach.

"You really came back to tell me you were sorry?" he asked. "And to kiss me like that on your own volition?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Your grandfather did not send you to seduce me to your cause?" he asked.

"No I did not kiss you like that because of my grandfather, which is a really gross thought, by the way," I said.

I sighed, not liking what I would have to say next. "However, of course he would like you on our side and wouldn't care if I was the reason you decided to help," I said. "That discussion can be between you and him. I'm sure he would offer to help you in return. I think we can manage without it now that he knows what we are up against, though, so don't feel obligated."

Eric, who had settled down next to me, with his head propped up on his hand, looked thoughtful.

"I kissed you like that because I wanted to," I said, filling the silence. "My cousin talked some sense into me. Since going to fae, I had been working to save others from vampires. But you aren't the same as the vampire government. They are the enemy, not you."

He looked down at me, searching my face.

"Your cousin is a full-fairy and condoned you coming back here?" He asked.

"Yup," I said.

"I like your cousin," he said.

"Oh speaking of my cousin," I said, trying to rush out my statement because I was getting sick of all these reveals. "When I told you I was pretty sure I knew what you were going to say, uh, is because you said it to me in a dream I had during an afternoon nap. Claudine thinks we might have some connection, on account of your blood and my brain."

"What did I say to you in your dream," he asked, thankfully sounding more curious than angry.

"You said me leaving is for the best, that you hate to give me up but you wanting me puts me in danger while the war is being fought," I said, recalling the dream. "You also said you had never met anyone like me in a thousand years."

"That is all true," Eric said. "I have not shared my blood often, and definitely not with a telepathic part-fairy before, so perhaps there is some connection. I have heard of stranger things."

"You aren't mad?" I asked.

"For you to react this way to my blood? No," he said.

"So," I said. "I think thats all the secrets. Where do we go from here?"

This was a really intimate setting, with us on his bed, for this sort of conversation.

As if he read my mind, Eric ran his fingers down my arm. "Oh, I can think of a few things to do from here," Eric purred.

"What about the rescue," I choked out as his fingers danced across my exposed collarbone, dipping to the tops of my breast before running his hand down my other arm.

"Sunset is almost an hour away. Hold that thought, lover," he said before pulling me on top of him, pressing his mouth to mine.

He reached around to my side and pulled the zipper of my dress down. How he knew exactly where it was, I don't know. It wasn't a main concern of mine at the moment.

I finally reached my arms back around him, running my hands down to his butt. Thankfully, he had some sort of underwear and pajama bottoms on. I wanted something to take off of him.

Eric yanked down the thin straps of my dress and pulled the whole thing down around my waist. My strapless bra was askewed, but I was still more or less covered. He pulled back, and looked at me appreciately.

"I like this dress, lover," he said. "You will have to wear it again so I can pull it off you more than once."

He lowered back down, laying kisses along my jawline before going down along my neck. Perhaps worried I would freak out if he spent too much time there, or maybe just interested in more interesting places, he was quickly laying his lips on my clavicle. They were less kisses than sucking bits of my skin into his mouth lavishing each bit with attention.

The lovers I had in fae were never like this, it always seemed about getting to the end goal. Eric acted like he would be happy all night tasting my skin. It was hot. Unfortunately, I was getting impatient. When he reached the tops of my breasts, I was ready to burst.

"Did I ever thank you for saving me from Bill and the disco triplets?" I asked, brushing my lips against the shell of his ear.

Eric busy kissing his way down my stomach, didn't look up. "No, " he said between kisses.

"Don't you wish I would?" I whispered.

That got a look from him and I took the moment of bewilderment to flip him on his back and do my own trail of kisses. Mine were more hurried and I reached the hard planes of his stomach in less than two minutes flat. While I was busy around his navel, my hand snuck down and pulled at the drawstring of his bottoms. As I continued to lower my mouth, Eric thankfully took the hint and raised his hips enough for me to pull off both the bottoms and undies.

"Woooooo," I whistled appreciatively, sitting back on my heels to take a look at him. Of course, I had seen him naked before but 1) that was an accident and 2) he had NOT been sporting quite the same package as he was at this moment. He was huge.

Eric looked smugly up at me. "I'd ask if you see something you like, but I think I know the answer."

I rolled my eyes, even as I shimmied out of my dress, leaving me in just my bra and panties, and then went back to trailing down his body. "Know-it-all vampire," I said.

"Indignant fairy," he responded.

I looked up at him and smirked before I lowered my lips to his cock and swirled my tongue around the head. Eric groaned as I wrapped my hand around his length and tentatively started pumping. I hollowed out my mouth and put as much suction into it as I could as I sped up. I spared a glance up and saw Eric staring at me, breathing raggedly his hands gripping the bed as if his life depended on it. I took it as good sign and kept going. I used my other hand to trail my fingers up his thigh, brushing his balls a bit more each pass.

"Sookie," he said, or more moaned, as he weaved his fingers into my hair and grabbed onto my upper arm with his other hand.

With a roar, Eric came in my mouth. I swallowed and kept sucking, slowing down only gradually.

When he was done twitching underneath me, I slinked up to Eric's side, hopefully in a sexy way, and crawled into the crock of his arm, laying down. He was still watching me, a blissed out look on his face.

"I will save you whenever you need, my lover," Eric said. "And we are not done here."

His hand reached around my back and unsnapped my bra. He threw it off to the side before covering my breasts with kisses. He pulled one nipple into his mouth while one hand sneaked down my stomach and started touching me through my panties.

I wrapped my fingers into his hair and shuddered as his fingers slipped into my panties and slipped right into me. He switched nipples, the other sucked to a hard pebble that felt ultra sensitive exposed to air suddenly. While Eric pumped two fingers in and out of me, his thumb started pressing small circles into my clit.

I gasped, feeling a pressure build up incredibly fast, but Eric covered my mouth with his and worked hard at sucking the gasp out of me. The intensity of his kiss combined with a little extra pressure from his thumb had me shuddering and grasping Eric anywhere I could reach as an orgasm overtook me.

We laid there, with Eric pressing kisses to my forehead as I caught my breath, as I still clung to him. Apparently we both needed those orgasms, neither of lasted more than 5 minutes. Which, praise be, meant we still had at least half an hour to recover and go again.