A/N: Thanks as always for the amazing reviews. I love you guys so very much.

There were mixed feelings about Eric making Sookie brush her teeth after a BJ, but I'm glad no one seemed to be TOO offended by it. Sorry to those of you that were in any way.

Krismom beta's for me. And because she is the greatest, she looked in over while out of town with her family this weekend. If you see any mistakes in here, they're all mine.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, even though I wish I did.

Previously...

"You're very welcome then. Anytime." I waggled my eyebrows at her and she laughed, playfully slapping my chest. "How about a kiss then?" She asked, lifting herself up on her elbows to hover above me.

Her lips were still moist and swollen from working me over, and I was really tempted to devour them despite the fact that I'd taste myself there. "Maybe after you brush your teeth." I said with a wink.

She laughed, throwing her head back before shaking her head and kissing my cheek. I watched her walk away with a smile on my face, anxiously awaiting her return and my kiss.

SPOV

Eric and I spent most of the daylight hours lazily about the house. We had a late breakfast, raked a few leaves, watched some Court TV, and then spent the afternoon either snoozing on the couch or rocking in the porch swing. It was nice, and we were both all smiles.

I was rather proud of the smile I had put on his face. And it was ME that had put it there, I had no doubt. Just like he had put the smile on my face. I still couldn't stop thinking about him, in my mouth, those noises he made, and god, that face. It brought me much pleasure just to watch him enjoy my ministrations.

None of my previous boyfriends had ever let me do THAT for more than a few minutes. I was almost afraid I wasn't any good at it, and happy to find out that wasn't the case. So happy in fact, that I didn't take any offense to the fact that he'd asked me to brush my teeth afterward. I'd never had a problem kissing a guy after he'd went down on me, but I could certainly understand a guy not wanting to taste his own spunk.

"Owww," I whined, peeling the lemon Eric had just thrown at me off my arm.

He chuckled, "What are you thinking about so hard over there?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I said with a grin and a wink.

"You are full of evil, missy." He said with a shake of his head and a chuckle.

"Me?" I feigned hurt, placing a palm over my chest. "You're the one that threw the lemon."

"Truth, but I'm not keeping it a secret." His arm came back around me then. And as was soon becoming a favorite habit of mine, I snuggled into his chest. He hummed his approval, which made me smile. Again. "It's getting late. We should probably get ready."

"Don't remind me," I groaned and closed my eyes.

"You're not worried about it are you?"

"No, not really. I'm pretty sure Lafayette has already shared the news, probably Amelia too." I chuckled. "I'm just not looking forward to the looks. You know, THOSE looks? Not to mention setting everybody straight. I'm sure things have gotten twisted somewhere along the grape vine."

"It'll be fine." Eric chuckled, and I nuzzled my way further into his chest. If that's even possible.

I felt him bury his nose in my hair and sighed in content. I was so comfortable, I didn't care if we moved from this spot ever in my life. I could happily sit there, in his arms, forever.

I turned to look at him, gazing at his strong jaw, and perfect nose, his full lips that promised soft kisses as well as demanding ones. He was undeniably beautiful, and I could look at him as long as I wanted. I could kiss him, or do whatever to him, whenever I wanted. And the lazy smile that spread across his lips let me know he didn't mind one bit.

My god, I was crazy about him.

I lifted my hand to his jaw, tilting his face towards mine, and pressed my lips softly against his. It was slow and tender, and his lips tasted of the sun and sweet tea. As my tongue smoothed over his bottom lip, deepening the kiss, I poured every bit of feeling into what was going on between our lips. Eager and wanting, desire and longing, love and contentment and knew in my bones Eric was doing the same.

I knew then I'd never tire of his lips.

When the kiss started getting a little more urgent and serious, I pulled back, stroking his jaw gently, and just looking at him. His eyes had darkened, but gazed at me softly. The emotion as clear in his eyes as it was in his kiss.

"What was that for?" He asked after a beat of silence.

"Just because," I blushed, smiling up at him. "Just because I like you so much."

He regarded me for a moment, his eyes unreadable, but there was something in there. Adoration? Love? I didn't know, but it took my breath away when he answered. "I like you so much, too."

Finding an outfit was easy. It was picking the shoes that was hard.

On one hand, I wanted to wear my heels, so that when I made Eric dance with me later, our heights wouldn't be as drastically different as what they normally were. On the other hand, my worn-in cowboy boots were looking pretty good too. Not only would they look sexy with the cut-off denim skirt, but my feet would feel like they were standing on soft sand versus being pinched to death in my peep-toes.

In the end, I went for comfort. But I always did. I shouldn't have wasted my time on the choice, when it really wasn't one to begin with. I loved my boots.

And from the look on Eric's face when I came downstairs, he did too.

"Only you could wear denim on denim and still look devilishly handsome." I chuckled as I straightened the collar on his shirt. His jeans were one shade of denim, his shirt a completely different one, but on him, it worked.

"Devilishly handsome, huh?" He waggled his eyebrows, and I gave his chest a playful smack.

"Is that a red belt you're wearing?"

"Yeah. You like it?" He fiddled with the buckle, eying me speculatively. "Lafayette says it draws attention to my crotch."

"You're trying to draw attention to your crotch?"

"I'm trying to get YOU to pay attention to my crotch." He said with a wicked smirk. The kind of smirk that made panties go sploosh.

Never one to miss a moment to tease, I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around his neck and edging on my tip-toes to whisper in his ear. "Mmmm," I hummed, "I pay a lot of attention to your crotch. You just never catch me."

Eric's tantalizing growl sent shivers down my spine. "Dead, woman. You kill me dead," he said huskily as his hands clawed at the denim skirt covering my hips.

I chuckled pushing away from him, trying to shake off the naughty thoughts as I made my way to the car. I could've said the same thing about him.

I knew I was in for it when Amelia bounced over to me as if she had springs in her bright red pumps. Eric laughed, kissing me on the forehead before whispering, "she's all yours," in my ear. The bastard. I scowled at him as he made his way over to where the other boys were lounging.

"Soooo," Amelia started, unable to contain the ridiculously huge grin that must've hurt her cheeks it was so big. "You two look like things are going well. I want to know all the deets. Have you gotten down to business? Am I to be a god-mother anytime soon? Should I at least start looking for a bridesmaid dress? Please tell me you've at least let him dip his stick in your tank."

She would've gone on and on, but I shut her up by stepping on her pretty gold-painted toes.

"If you'd stop running your mouth maybe I could get a word in edgewise." Her lips were still forming the silent 'ouch', and she looked at me like, well, like I had just stepped on her foot and was full of evil. "No, we haven't done the deed, or whatever silly term you want to use for it. But things are going well. We are... giving it a go."

I smiled then, unable to hide the fact that I was thrilled with the way things were going between Eric and myself. He was everything I could've asked for and more. And he was patient, nothing like I thought he'd be in a true relationship. Not to mention the things he could do with his fingers...

"I'm so happy for you two," Amelia squealed, wrapping her arms around me so tight I could hardly breathe. I loved her enthusiasm and couldn't help but to laugh as I returned the hug.

"Me too," I whispered. "He really is amazing."

Amelia pulled back, biting her lip in such a way that let me know she was busting at the seams to say something about that. Luck must have been on my side, because thankfully she kept her mouth shut opting to nod excitedly.

She dragged me over to where our boys were by my wrist, leaving me at Eric's side before she bounced over to Trey. She pulled him over to whisper in his ear, and I knew it was about me and Eric when his eyes glanced between us.

No one said a thing about Eric and I being an item after that. Instead, they acted as if we had always been, and it wasn't a big deal. The occasional knowing glances being the only exception. I was beyond grateful. We really did have the best of friends.

The boys played pool, with the exception of Lafayette (who stared at Jason's ass), as Amelia and I played darts and sipped on our cocktails. Amelia was always brave in her drink choices, but I usually went with my trusty regular gin and tonic, maybe the occasional beer or two.

Tonight however, I tried the mojito that Arlene went on and on about. And after about, oh, the third one, I was ready to grind my ass all over Eric's red belt accented crotch. And since I had absolutely zero inhibitions, and Amelia had resumed her pawing all over Trey, that's what I did.

Eric was already watching me when I danced my way over to him. He cocked his head to the side and smirked. Without uttering a word, I grabbed his hand and nodded towards the dance floor, giving him a gentle tug.

When he didn't budge, I finally said, "dance with me." Eric smiled, shrugging off Lafayette's cat-calls and passing Jason the pool stick, before allowing me to drag him off behind me.

Dancing through the first song, we kept it pretty tame, but half way through the second song it was becoming a whole different ball game. His hands kept straying to my scantily denim clad ass, and mine kept ending up on that flashy red belt of his. My god, that mans pants were hung way too low, and yet, not low enough.

I turned around, because having him breathe down the front of my shirt was certainly not helping me to keep things PG. He pulled me against him and holy shit, he was pressed long and hard against my backside.

I moved against him, knowing that he was affected, but needing to know he was burning as bad as I was. My skin was slick with sweat, my lips parted, and his hands were fucking everywhere.

First it was my hips then my stomach and oh fuck yes, just... a little... lower, shit. My body would cry when his hands would move back in the opposite direction. My clothes suddenly felt very heavy, and I longed to feel his skin against mine, slick and hard, moving in time with the music. Jesus, I was burning up for his touch.

His hands moved dangerously high, grazing the sides of my breasts, and a shudder ran through me, making me lose my rhythm as my knees wobbled. His touch was killing me, teasing me. I was going to spontaneously combust right there in the middle of Merlotte's.

Refusing to let him beat me at the tease game he was apparently playing, I gripped the back of his neck, pressing my ass hard into the huge case of wood he was sporting, and grinning victoriously when he hissed in surprise.

Eric gripped me hard then, running his hand up between my breasts, and pressing my back firmly against his chest. I felt the hot pants of his breath tickle my ear before he spoke. "Let's get out of here," he said in a strained voice.

Unable to form a sound, other than the half sigh, half moan the tenor of his voice caused me to make, I simply nodded enthusiastically. I don't think I'd ever in my entire life been waiting to hear those very words so badly.

"We're gonna go," Eric said when we were about five feet away from our very happy looking group of friends.

Amelia winked and giggled, knowing exactly why we were 'gonna go' and probably painting a lot of different scenarios in that devil head of hers about what we were 'gonna do'. We said our 'goodbye's' and Eric led me toward the door. The chuckles that went on behind us didn't escape my attention either. I just didn't care.

His thumb found its way underneath the hem of my shirt, and I swear I could feel it twitching to dip down into the back of my skirt. Or maybe that was just me, and what I wanted him to do. Either way, the four and a half mile trip from Merlotte's to the house was going to be long as hell.

As suspected, the drive took for-freaking-ever. Eric drove, of course, because I was still pretty tipsy. He'd had a few beers and maybe a scotch or two, and probably shouldn't have driven either. But I think we were both eager to get home.

Knowing my luck, we'd get pulled over and end up spending the night in jail instead of with my hands on his naked skin, or down his pants, or around his strong shoulders, or...yeah, that line of thought wasn't helping me one bit.

Thankfully, that wasn't the case, and we pulled into the driveway half a century later.

I no more had the key in the knob and the door slightly opened, before Eric's heavy body was twisting me about, shoving me forcefully into the door and shutting it in the process, and his tongue was in my mouth.

Eric grunted into my mouth while I moaned into his. Our kisses were needy and sloppy and all over the place, and so fucking good I could hardly stand on my two feet.

Hands were everywhere, and then his shirt was gone, and my leg was hooked over his hip. Eric gripped my ass, lifting me and pressing his deliciously hard crotch right against oh god, right there, mine. I whimpered grinding against him unashamed. My body only had one thought, and it was determined to reach that bliss even if my clothes were still on.

Eric carried me. To where, I didn't care, as long as his mouth stayed glued to mine, or on that spot on my neck that only he seemed to be able to find. My legs were holding on for dear life, and my skirt was pinching my ass almost as much as Eric's hands were.

I'm not real sure how or when it happened, but my shirt was gone, and Eric's mouth and teeth were suddenly on my bra covered nipples, and I was moaning and pressing myself harder against him.

We never did make it to the bed, but we fell against the corner of his room in pants and grunts and moans. His hands were under my skirt, rolling the fabric up above my hips, as his fingers stroked me through my soaked panties.

I bit Eric's swollen lips then, gripping him hard behind the neck with one arm, as my other forced its way between our sweaty bodies. His belt was easy to conquer, and we both moaned when my hand grasped his length firmly.

I could feel the slimy wet spot on his boxers as I stroked him a few good hard times, and that only added fuel to the already out of control fire in my gut.

We were moving in a frenzy after that, me grinding against his fingers, and him fucking the palm of my hand as if he wished it were my soaked pussy. We were, for all intents and purposes, fucking each other, even if it was through our clothes.

My head slammed against the wall, but I didn't care. My hair was clinging to my sweaty face, but again, I didn't care. Eric's mouth was on mine again, his hot breaths and grunts mingling with my own. And then, oh fuck, yes. Bright white, and explosions, fireworks, and gooseflesh and appraising screams.

I was soaking my panties further while Eric pulsed and exploded within my palm. I stroked him lazily as his body sagged against mine, pressing me hard against the wall, and we both struggled to regulate our breathing.

I don't know where he found the strength, because I was quite literally jelly in his arms, but Eric carried me over to the bed, and we both collapsed on top of the covers.

Eric pulled me against him, curling his long body around mine. His jeans were still open and half hanging off his hips, and my skirt was in much the same condition. I smiled in content, closing my eyes, and lacing my fingers with his between my breast. I felt Eric lazily kiss my neck, and nuzzle into my hair. And that's exactly how we fell asleep.

Both sated and in complete and utter bliss, wrapped up in our own little bubble.

A/N: Come on, you didn't really think I'd let them do it while they were both under the influence, do you? Pfft, you should know me better than that. Very, very, VERY soon.

I'm begging you not to strangle me because this took FOREVER to get done. If it makes you feel any better, I am really and truly sorry. It wasn't out of malice.

I actually posted 2 new one-shots. One for The Age of Eric Contest titled The Angel of Death. The other is a slash fic written for the Plot Bunny Contest titled Coloring Outside the Lines. You can read and review those is ya want [bats lashes].

Thanks for your patience and for continuing to read and review this funky little fic!

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