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EPOV

Talk?

If she just wanted to talk then why was she looking at me like I was the innocent party about to receive a guilty verdict? Like I was a five year old girl with pigtails and she just ran over my favorite puppy? I didn't like the sound of it one bit.

Not to mention, I didn't think I was capable of having a serious conversation with her while she was clad in nothing but a baggy T-shirt and those damn sexy boy shorts. My imagination was running wild.

Sookie's legs are killer.

I knew there was another reason I came into her room. Something? I was wracking my brain trying to remember what it was, but those thighs were causing my blood to boil everywhere EXCEPT for my brain.

Appointment?

Yes, that's what it was.

"We'll have to talk later, Sookie. You need to get ready." I hated that my voice cracked like a pimply-faced teenage choir boy. I tore my eyes away from her luscious legs and averted them anywhere but at her.

There happened to be a very interesting spot on the wall where the paint was beginning to chip away. We'd need to fix that soon.

"For what? What time is it?" She groaned and pulled away from me, rubbing a spot on her head.

"Our appointment is today and we've got…" I looked at my watch. "One hour before we have to be there. Did you forget already? You must've hit your head pretty hard."

"Shut up. I just wasn't thinking about it." She looked distracted for a moment and, I wondered what she was thinking about when a small smile formed on her lips and the tinge of blush colored her cheeks. "Shoo, shoo. Get out of here, I've gotta get dressed." She pushed me from her room and closed the door behind me.

I went to my room and grabbed the notebook Dr. Niall had given me off the nightstand. I hadn't made too many notes, and I hoped that was ok. If I needed to, I could come up with a few things that I hadn't written down. But Sookie and I had only had the one date.

My mind drifted off while I waited on the couch for her to get ready. I wondered what Sookie had written down, if she had written anything about our lust fest the other night. I know I hadn't, mostly because I wasn't sure that she would feel comfortable with speaking to the doctor about it. But if she brought it up in conversation, I knew I'd have plenty to say about it.

Fuck! I couldn't get it off my mind. It was bad enough that the dreams haunted me in my sleep, but to walk around in some semi-permanent state of daydream about it too was a whole other issue entirely.

Sookie had always been attractive to me, and would always be. But I had never wanted a woman so badly, so desperately in my life. And my fit of jealousy the other night only seemed to fuel the fire of my desire for her. Things were changing for us, whether we wanted them to or not. I just silently hoped that it would be for the better, because I'd be damned if anything happened to destroy our relationship.

This trial relationship, or whatever the hell I was supposed to call it, was proving to be a lot more difficult than I had anticipated. Sure, I knew it would be hard, but it was awakening things in me, feelings that I didn't have the experience or the know how to understand.

It's not like I could talk to anybody about it either to even try to get an explanation of what they might mean. Anyone I might consider confiding in…well, it'd eventually make it back to Sookie and that wasn't something I was willing to risk.

No, I'd just have to figure things out myself. Somehow, but fuck I didn't have even the slightest idea where to start.

One thing for sure, I was thinking way to damn much.

Maybe I should trade out my boxers for a pair of panties, or my wallet for an oversized bag that I can stuff full of unnecessary items that I will never use.

Definitely thinking too much.

I was thinking about our dance the other night when Sookie walked into the living room, and I didn't have enough time to hide the smile before she called me out on it, much to my chagrin.

That's what happens when you think too much, dumbass!

"What's with the goofy grin?" She asked without stopping as she headed to the kitchen to get coffee, I assumed. "Have you seen my sneaks?"

I grabbed her shoes out from under the coffee table and met her in the doorway.

"Thanks," she mumbled before taking a sip from her mug and moaning a little too explicitly for a drink of coffee.

A noise that went straight to my cock, the bastard. He didn't listen to me anymore. No matter how hard I tried to NOT think about Sookie in that way, HE still did. And the traitorous appendage that I had thought of as a blessing my entire life, was quickly becoming a curse.

"You ready?" I asked as she slipped on her left shoe.

"Yeah. Oh wait, let me grab my notebook," She ran from the room while the words were still coming out of her mouth.

Strange.

I hadn't seen Sookie so alert and jumpy in the AM as long as I had known her. Something definitely had her on edge. I just hoped it wasn't bad. Whatever she needed to talk to me about had her bouncing around like a pinball.

Ding. Ping. Ding. Pong.

Sookie was silent the entire ride with the exception of her pants leg scratching against the door with every nervous bounce of her knee. She sighed heavily a few times and I thought she might say something, but then she'd just resume the anxious twitch of her leg.

I didn't dare break the silence, partly because I thought even the sound of my voice would have her jumping out of her skin, but mostly because I was enjoying seeing her on edge. It was a very rare occurrence, and I relished in her anxious behavior that had her dancing around like she had ants in her pants. It was quite comical really.

The receptionist gave Sookie the stink eye when we walked in, which gave me an idea.

Call it a wild hair in my ass, if you will.

I watched Sookie walk away while I lingered at the receptionist's desk for a moment. She tossed a few questioning glances over her shoulder before taking a seat and crossing her legs. From the tendons straining in her neck I could tell she was trying really hard not to look my way and I smiled.

Placing my hands on the top of the desk, I leaned towards the bottled-blonde bimbo behind it. She was smacking away annoyingly at some watermelon scented bubble gum, and I think I may have vomited in my mouth a little when she began to twirl it around her finger.

I wasn't really interested in leading the poor girl on, because she seriously looked like she would end up being some crazy stalking bitch and I'd had enough experience with those in my day. So, I simply asked if she had today's paper and watched Sookie turning red from the corner of my eye. She was still trying NOT to look, but I could see her cutting her eyes between me and the receptionist.

I took the paper from the girl with a smirk, and she batted her eyelashes and fucking giggled as I walked away.

Yep, definitely crazy stalker bitch.

The alarm was sounding loudly for me to get the fuck out of dodge before I took it one step too far simply to make Sookie jealous.

"What was that about?" Sookie asked as soon as I sat down. I resisted the urge to grin like an idiot at her tone. I had definitely made her jealous.

"Just getting a paper." I answered evenly.

"Mmmhmm," was all she offered before grabbing a magazine from the table and almost tearing the damn thing open. Again, I had to bite back my childish smile that would have given me away.

"Not jealous, are you?" Again, with the wild hairs.

"Jealous," she scoffed, "Why would I be jealous?" Her chin had jutted out just so and she was refusing to look at me. I couldn't help but to smile then.

"Certainly looks like you're jealous." I whispered against her hair. The fact that her breath caught in her throat didn't escape my attention either.

"You're so full of yourself." She said turning to glare at me. She was fuming. I was half expecting little puffs of smoke to start streaming from her ears. She opened her mouth to say more, but was interrupted by the doctor.

"Eric and Sookie, if you two are ready?" He looked to Sookie for a moment before turning back to me. I didn't even attempt to figure out what his expression meant. Humor, anger, or somewhere in between?

He promptly shut the door behind us as we made our way to sit on the tiny sofa across from his desk. I say tiny, because it literally looked like it belonged in a doll house. The back of it only came up to my waist, and it was so low to the ground that when I sat on it, I felt like my knees were in my mouth. It was covered in so many pillows that it could keep the HoJo's down the street stocked for months.

Damn Kong Fooey or Feng Shui, whatever the fuck. Yin to my Yang, mumbo-jumbo.

I snorted at my thoughts and Sookie turned to stab me with daggers from her eyes. She had that shit down. I shrank further into the couch, if that were possible.

"So, tell me how your first week went." Dr. Brigant started, apparently right down to business. "Were you able to manage a first date?"

"Yes."

"If you could call it that." Sookie responded at the same time.

"It was a date." I turned to face her, ignoring her crossed arms and petulant pout.

"Please," she sneered. "You didn't even ask me." She turned to look at me and for a brief moment it looked as if she was thinking about putting her hands on her hips for emphasis. "But I suppose it was a nice date." She turned back to face the doctor, crossing her arms in the same instant.

"And what about the second date?" He asked not looking up from his desk.

"I made us dinner reservations for this evening." I informed him.

"What?" Sookie screeched turning to glare at me yet again. This time her hands DID go to her hips. "And when, pray tell, were you planning on informing me about THIS date?"

How she managed to look so haughty and defiant while sitting, I will never know.

"I DID tell you about it yesterday, right after I made the reservations."

"When? Was I asleep? Or maybe you were, because I sure as hell don't remember it."

I narrowed my eyes at her refusing to let her intimidate me. "You were sitting on the couch reading one of those tattered trashy novels of yours." I informed her, as I stared down the length of my nose. I probably looked like a complete ass, but I knew I told her about it.

She opened her mouth a few times somehow managing NOT to look like a fish breathing in gulps of water and I had to force the smile off my lips as her expression.

"Did I respond?" She finally spoke, and when I had to think about it a second to long, she took that as her answer. "I didn't think so." This time, it was her trying to stare down her nose at me.

"Well," the doctor interrupted before I had the chance to think of a retort. "You two certainly argue like a married couple." He said with a chuckle. "How about you tell me about your first date? How did that go?"

We answered, again, at the same time.

"Fine."

"Fine" I turned to smile at her even though she was fighting hers.

"Care to elaborate." Dr. Brigant said, tapping his pen on the desk. "What about the physical part of your relationship?"

We both shifted awkwardly in our seats and it seemed neither one of us was willing to go first.

"I see," he said cryptically before scratching away on his notepad. I had to fight the urge to stick my neck out and see if I could read what he was writing and it looked like Sookie was struggling with the same desire. "Something happened, I am assuming?"

"It was nothing really." I finally responded keeping an eye on Sookie. She had her head down and I could almost feel the embarrassment radiating off of her. "Things just got a little out of hand."

We sat in silence for what felt like eternity, the only sound in the room was that of our breathing and the tell-tale scratching of the doctor's pen on the paper beneath it.

It was uncomfortable to say the least. Sookie continued fidgeting and I'm pretty sure she was trying to gather the courage to say something, but never did.

"You two seem to be a bit worried over something that was, as you said, nothing." The doctor finally spoke, startling me from my quiet observation of Sookie. "Have you talked about this with each other?"

"There's nothing to talk about. It was really nothing." I said stiffly; ready to get off the subject before I thought too much about it. "But yes, we did speak about it."

Sort of.

Not really.

"If you insist." Dr. Brigant said smugly. "I do, however, request that you make more of an attempt to treat this as an actual relationship. It's not going to accomplish what you want it to if you BOTH don't give it a sincere chance to work."

"Yes sir." We said together and I smiled over my shoulder at her.

"Now, taking in to account that you both seem very adamant about keeping mum, I think it's safe to assume that neither one of you have much to share from those notebooks of yours."

"No sir." We laughed. I felt like a small child being scolded for stealing cookies out of the jar before dinner.

"And I expect we will have more to discuss next week and more interaction on both your parts." We nodded and he stood, so we followed suit.

I don't know why I felt so intimidated by this unassuming man. I was nearly twice his height and at least twenty years his junior, but he had me feeling inches tall.

"What was THAT about?" I asked when we made it to the parking lot.

Sookie walked a few steps in front of me, muttering quietly to herself, but I stopped short when she turned to face me, no trace of humor in her expression whatsoever.

"What is it, Sookie? What's the matter?" I asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

"It wasn't 'nothing'." She said so quietly, I thought I may have imagined it.

"What?" I asked hoping she would elaborate.

"It wasn't 'nothing', Eric." She looked up to me. It was then that I noticed the tears in her eyes.

In almost the same instant, I realized exactly WHAT she was talking about, and my heart sank to my stomach.

We definitely needed to talk.

A/N: A little late on the post, but it's a little longer in length. Hopefully that'll make up for it.

Doctor's appointment out of the way. Thoughts? Comments? I'm really anxious to get started on the next chapter. The BIG talk… and they will TALK this time. I won't let them out of it so easily again.

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