Authors Note*** When posting a new story, FFN only gives you so many options as to how to classify the story. With a crossover, like this story is between Lawless and True Blood, you are given four characters slots to fill that are added into the description. I would remind my readers that 1.) No where in the description does it say that this is strictly a Sookie and Eric Story. 2.) This story isn't even close to finished so why some people are getting their panties in a knot about how I write MY story is beyond me. 3.) No one is making ANYONE read this. If you like the story, I'm so glad and I thank you for reading and hope you continue to do so. If you DON'T, you always have the option of unfollowing the updates and never reading another word I write. Fanfiction writers are a dedicated bunch. We write for no pay and lose sleep to put out chapters for the story followers. Time is precious to me, I have three kids and I forgo a LOT of sleep and personal time to keep updates coming on a regular basis. I don't take poorly worded criticism well nor do I like people questioning why I decided to write this or that. If you aren't happy then write your OWN DAMNED STORY. Enough said. I apologize for the rant but someone's callous review that provided nothing but criticism really chapped my ass tonight. The rest of you have been lovely. Onward now and thanks for reading. ***
As tired as I am I can't seem to fall asleep. The bed is super comfortable; the sheets are extra soft and smell faintly of lilac. I can hear the faint sounds of birds calling through the DDS but sleep isn't going to come easy today.
I rub my freshly shaven legs across the silkiness of the sheets, luxuriating in the feel of them against my skin. I breathe in the scented pillow cases deeply. I think about going for another hot bath but then decide that running that humongous tub full of water again would be wasteful. I flop around in the bed like a brat, readjusting my pillows to no avail, flipping them repeatedly to feel the cool side against my cheek. I feel restless but not uneasy.
I can hear Forrest moving around in his room across the hall. I'm guessing that, like so many other things that are different about him, daylight doesn't have the same effect on him as normal vampires. Normal vampires! I snigger at the thought; what the hell is a normal vampire? I guess the proper terminology would be a traditional or typical vampire. I have the inescapable urge to creep across the hall and see what Forrest is doing.
I know that I would appear completely ridiculous to anyone who might see me. I'm like a character out of a Scooby Doo cartoon, hands pulled up to my chest, taking slow, long strides to avoid making too much noise. I pull open my door and am a little too pleased to see that his door is ajar slightly. I can faintly hear music and realize that he must be listening to something through headphones.
I slip quietly as possible across the hall and peer into his room. I should be ashamed of myself but I can't find it in me to be embarrassed. His room is nowhere near as decorated as mine but that's not to say that it's not nice in a much more masculine way. The walls are painted a solid dark green with dark cherry trim. His bed is smaller than the one I should be in right now but has huge, fluffy pillows accenting a dark blue comforter. It takes me a minute to find Forrest; he's situated in the back corner of the room. I can see his bare back, muscular, much more than I would have thought. His muscles undulate every time he lifts his arm with a very heavy dumb bell curled in his fist. I am completely mesmerized by the synchronized motions of his body. He's facing a large mirror that covers the back wall of his room completely and he's staring intensely at the floor instead of himself. I finally decide to feel bad about my completely inappropriate spying and turn to leave.
"You don't have to go," I hear him rasp over the sound coming out of his headphones. I'm so damned busted; fucking super vampire senses.
"I'm sorry; I really don't have an excuse…"
"Sookie, you're my guest and have full run of the house. Come on in, have a seat or grab a weight." He's smirking at me now and if I didn't feel so rotten about being a Peeping Tammy I might be a little put out by it.
"I could hear that you were still up and I was curious because the vampires I know would be dead to the world as soon as the sun was on the horizon."
"Yeah, I've heard that and that's pretty much how it is for Jack and Howard. I usually only sleep a couple hours a night and sometimes not at all. I just don't seem to require much down time. So I work out to pass the time, read quite a bit, swim in the pool in the basement."
Immediately two questions pop into my mind, "So when you work out it actually changes your body?" I blurt, following it up with "You have a POOL in your basement?" Could I sound like a bigger bumpkin?
"Yes, I can build and lose muscle; I also gain and lose weight. And here's another shocker, I still have to use the restroom. And to answer your second question, yes, we have a pool in the basement. Us boys grew up spending most of our time in various creeks, lakes and swimming holes, so when we built this house we all decided that we needed an indoor pool. We all still love the water."
My mind is racing, his body still has the ability to change, he still goes to the bathroom (eww, TMI), and he loves to swim in his basement pool.
"Wanna go for a swim now?" I ask before I realize that I have not brought a swimming suit with me.
"Yes," he says with a smile; a great big, irresistibly sexy smile.
"Oh shoot, I don't have a suit with me."
"You call yourself a country girl but your whining about a suit? Girls I grew up with knew that the only way to swim was to go skinny dippin'."
My southern pride is on the line and to be honest, I really don't care about a suit at this point. It's not like he hasn't seen most of me naked already.
"Should I grab the towel out of my bathroom?" I ask and raise my chin defiantly at him.
"Naw, we have plenty downstairs."
I smile at him and shimmy out of my sleep clothes, standing naked in front of him.
"Last one in the pool is a rotten egg," I call as I turn and run down the hall. I figure if I follow the stairs all the way down I should be able to find the pool by the smell of chlorine. I can hear him behind me as I giggle like a maniac and run for my life. I pass the main floor and wind around, taking the stairs down another level. Sure enough I can smell the chemicals as I take the final landing two stairs at a time. There is only one door at the bottom and I throw it open.
The pool covers almost the entire length of the basement and I can tell it's heated by the steam rising up out of the water. I hear Forrest closing in and I run and dive into the deep end of the pool just as he clears the door. I break the surface of the water and turn to look at him.
"Rotten egg…" is all I manage to get out as my eyes start to take him in. His clothes do an amazing job of masking the body beneath them. I would never have guessed that he would be as utterly massive and as muscular as he actually is. I do my best not to follow the well-defined gullies that meet his hip bones but my eyes betray me and track down, further south… yikes. What I see there is almost frightening in its size. Not that he's bigger than Eric is, just wider maybe? The thought of tackling that challenge sends a shot through me in all the right places and I blush as I notice that he sees me looking there.
Before I can say something completely awkward he takes three running strides and dives gracefully into the pool, slicing the water seamlessly. I shriek as I realize he's headed straight for me. I try to swim away but my playful panic has me out of sorts and I make no headway. He grabs me around the waist and thrusts me up and out of the water, throwing me gently into the deep end. I break the surface of the water laughing. I can't remember the last time I felt this carefree and fun.
He's circling me like a shark now and the feeling of him closing in on me is deliciously scary. It's the same feeling I would get on Halloween, going up to door begging for candy or the feeling of swinging too high, too fast on playground swings. I want him to catch me so I'm not making too much of an effort to get away. Suddenly he stops and lifts his head out of the water to look at me. He backs away slightly, just enough for me to notice.
"What's wrong?" I ask, it's hard for me to disguise the disappointment in my voice that our little game appears to be over.
"I promised you that I wouldn't take advantage of you, that I would be a gentleman and on my best behavior while you're here and yet here I am, ready to do the thing I swore I wouldn't."
I look down at my nudity, barely hidden beneath the aquamarine water and say much more demurely than I intend to, "Forrest, it's not taking advantage of me if I want it as badly as you do, maybe even more…"
I hardly have time to get the last word out before he's pressed against me, pulling me tight into him. His mouth covers mine and I am immediately lost in the feel, the taste of him. His hands are strong as they knead my back in time with the movement of his tongue.
"I don't think there's anything I wouldn't do to be next to you," he whispers in my ear, his voice ragged with desire.
"Don't stop…" is all I can manage to say as he takes me in his arms and swims me towards the shallow end of the pool. He leans me against the side, his hands on the pool gutter on either side of my head. I am enclosed entirely by him and close my eyes in anticipation of his next kiss; he doesn't leave me hanging.
His kiss is slower, more sensual as if that were even possible. There is no rushed feeling but there is no lack of passion either. I can feel that he's holding back for fear of hurting me but I wouldn't care if he did. I'm ready for the lovely suffering he can give me. He stops, breathing heavily and leans his forehead against mine. I do my best to look at him, to gage his mood.
"If you're not ready for this you'd better tell me now before we go any further, he says, looking at me right in my eyes.
"Shut up and keep kissing me."
He closes his eyes and smiles and I see something in his expression change. Some sort of tension is gone now that I have given him permission to take this all the way. The tension is his muscles eases and I feel his hands snake up from the small of my back to my shoulders and then the sides of my face, pulling me closer, kissing me deeper, harder.
He dips his head to my chest and takes my left nipple into his mouth. I can't help the moan that echoes throughout the basement. He takes his time before moving to the other side, I'm practically panting at this point.
"Not here…" he says, his mouth still on my breast, and picks me up in his arms like a child. I can only throw my head back and try to remember to breathe as he carries me back upstairs. The ascent is even quicker than the descent had been. Before I can blink he has us in the long hallway headed towards his room. He sidesteps my sleep clothes that are still in his doorway and kisses me deeply as I wrap my legs around his waist. He moans as I fight for dominance with my tongue, forcing his to retreat as I conquer, and the sound is one of complete surrender.
He lays me down gently on the bed and stands up to look at me; I can't tear my gaze away from his face. His look is intense, his brow furrowed as he seems to memorize every freckle on my body. He smiles when he sees my concern and stretches out next to me on the mattress in a very cat-like way. His broad body wouldn't lead you to think that he'd be so quick and flexible. He leans his head onto one hand as he angles to face me on his side. His hand tentatively reaches out and cups my breast. The chill from his lack of body temperature causes my nipple to harden immediately. I hold my breath as his fingers start to maneuver lower, tracing lazy lines down my stomach, around my belly button and then targeting my most sensitive erogenous zone. He's watching himself touch me as I watch his face. His expression is curious and still intense. I gasp as he zeroes in on my center, applying just the right amount of friction. I feel him slide down the bed and I close my eyes in anticipation.
His tongue finds the same spot quickly and just like that he's making love to me with his mouth. He uses his lips and tongue to tease me into a frenzy of gasps alternating with me holding my breath. I look down and see that he's watching my face. I can't look away; the movement of his jaw muscles as he works me closer to an orgasm is mesmerizing. He sucks my nub into his mouth and massages it with the tip of his tongue and it's all I need. I'm over the precipice into wave after wave of release. I don't ever want it to end.
I'm still shaking when he slides back up beside me. I reach over and take him into my hand and relish the sound that comes out of him.
"Tell me now if you don't really want to do this, Forrest," I tease him. He growls like a predator and positions himself over me. The weight of him is hanging down onto my still twitching sex.
He doesn't ask out loud but I nod anyway, knowing his silence is a request for permission one last time. I do the honors, reaching down to position him for what we're both panting for. I'm soaking wet with my release and from want. I feel him press in slightly and penetrate me. He stops to gauge my reaction and I nod again. He's so wide, he knows he needs to take this slow.
He presses again and I gasp as the realization of his size causes my eyes to fly open. He's trying so hard not to move too fast that a vein is popping out on his forehead.
"Forrest," I moan, "take me now…"
He surges forward and instantly I am filled by my lover. He stills and kisses me reverently.
"Sookie," he whispers, his voice soft and trembling.
Slowly he withdraws and pushes forward into me again. The feeling of him inside of me is intense, almost painful but not quite. I thrill at the sight of his huge arms hooking around my shoulders, holding me stationary while he slowly plunges in and out of me. I turn my head to the mirror wall and watch his ass move. It's an erotic show that is meant for my eyes only, oddly kinky and such a turn on.
I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to move a little faster, go a little deeper. My body has changed to accommodate every inch of him and I need to feel it like I need to breathe. I can feel his body tensing, I know he's close and so am I. I want nothing more than to reach that pinnacle with him so I hold my breath, trying to delay it until the right moment.
Forrest throws his head back and moans loudly, almost screaming. Seeing his face and feeling him pulse inside of me gives me my own happy minute of release. He kisses my neck, my face, my lips and I'm limp from exertion, my body like a ragdoll. He covers me with sweet kisses, saying my name quietly over and over again. I pull him into a hug and smile to myself as I feel him slip free of me. It's an instant feeling of loss that leaves me imagining the next time.
He doesn't say anything but picks me up with one arm while turning down the heavy comforter with the other. He lays me on my side and crawls in behind me, spooning me perfectly. I feel him reach for the lamp and soon the room is pitch-black. Just as I am drifting off to sleep I hear him mumble, "I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise."
I smile drowsily, my brain fuzzy as I descend into much needed slumber.
"I'm not…"