I do not own any of these characters. Charlaine Harris does. Please don't sue! The only one I own is Micah. And he's mine all mine!

A/N: I'm sorry for the ever growing delays between chapters. I have a lot going on in RL and don't have time to write a lot. This chapter is mostly fluff since they are still on their honeymoon. The action will pick up next chapter.

I wanted to thank a few people really quick. First of all Kawai and Micah (the real one) who have been really supportive during this rough time in my life. Also to Malanna for her words of encouragement. To the ladies over at TB Wiki (LTAE) and Blue Whale Pub, your continued support of this story is much appreciated. I also wanted to thank all the reviewers, I really write for you guys.

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When I woke up later in the afternoon the room was pitch black. At some point Eric had gotten up and closed the sliding door we left open. The breeze no longer blew through the room. Everything was silent. I rolled towards Eric and snuggled tight against him.

My eyes swept the room, looking for a clock or something to let me know what time it was. Figuring I should get up anyway, I slid out of the bed. I gave Eric a soft kiss on the lips before heading downstairs.

Our suitcases were still downstairs. On my way down I finally found a clock. It was getting late. Dark would be coming in an hour, but I still wanted to enjoy the beach. I grabbed a white bikini out of my bag and looked around in the hall closet until I found a large beach towel. I scrawled a little note for Eric, pulled my bikini on and ran outside and down to the beach.

The area was completely secluded. I couldn't see another person anywhere. My thoughts flickered to the idea of making love to my viking on the beach. A surge of heat pulsed between my legs. I shook my head to clear the thought and laid my beach towel down. I stretched myself out on it and relaxed.

Dark approached quickly. I knew Eric would be awake soon. I wanted to take a dip in the water before Eric was up for the night. Something told me that we'd be occupied in the bedroom for most of the evening. I left my towel on the beach and made my way into the water. The water was perfect, not too cold, and not too warm. I waded out until I was chest deep in the water. I tilted my head back and wet my hair a bit.

Before I could stand back up, I felt cool hands on my back. When I straightened up Eric was standing in front of me smiling. I wrapped my arms around his chest and jumped up on him, my legs locking around his waist.

"Happy to see me?" He said it with a delicious smile.

"Always."

I realized that Eric was not looking into my eyes. His gaze was much lower. I followed his stare down to my breasts. The white bikini had certainly not been a smart idea. The second the material got wet it became see-through. Even in the dark I could see the outline of my nipples. Which meant that Eric could really see everything.

Eric's head dipped down to my breasts. His lips captured my cloth covered nipple and pulled it greedily into his mouth. I arched my back and let out a soft moan. One of hands supported my back while the other caressed its way up to the breast that Eric's mouth wasn't occupying. His fingers pushed away the triangle of fabric that covered my breast and started twisting my nipple in between his thumb and index finger.

My hips lurched forward, grinding my mound against him. It was just then that I realized he was completely naked. I whimpered and twisted my hips in a slow circular grind against him. His mouth left my nipple long enough to gasp.

"Do it again." His demand was spoken in such a ragged rough voice that I felt warmth pool between my legs. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. I swiveled my hips again and bucked a little against him. The hand that had been toying with my nipple was now quickly working it's way towards my bikini bottoms. I felt his index finger hook the fabric and push it aside. Before I could offer to remove them, he pulled me down on his erection. He filled me completely in one quick, hard thrust. I screamed out and clung to him. The shock of it spurred me into action. I pressed my lips to his neck for a second, before opening my mouth and biting down hard.

I felt his warm salty blood leaking into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the wound I created and pulled the blood from him at a slow pace. It was obviously the right thing to do, because Eric went crazy. When I had drank my fill of him, he slid his hands up under my arms and started pulling and pushing me with enough force to send water splashing everywhere around us.

There was nothing gentle about our coupling. It was desperate, needy, and just a bit rough. He was slamming against me so hard I knew I'd have bruised thighs for a week. I reached a hand down between us and ran my fingers over my nub. I felt myself getting close as soon as my fingers grazed over the super sensitive bundle of nerves. I cried out and writhed against Eric. He was getting close too, I felt him swell inside me. Just as I was about to go over the edge, Eric pushed me over it. He bent his head to my breast and sunk his fangs deep into the delicate underside of my breasts. I cried out and felt my muscles spasm against him. I came with such a force that I barely felt him coming inside me. I closed my eyes tight and saw stars. My arms wrapped around him and held him close. My body was still shaking from the force of my orgasm. I noticed that he was a bit ragged too.

It took us a while to come back to our senses. Eric slid my bikini into place and carried me back up to the shore. He grabbed up the towel and dried me off. After making sure I was no longer dripping wet, he dried himself and then wrapped the towel around his waist.

~*~

By the time we made it back to the villa, dinner was ready for us. There was a small bistro dining set sitting on the deck of the villa. The table was set with a lovely arrangement of food and what looked like a glass of blood for Eric. A pair of light beige colored linen pants were folded neatly over the railing of the deck. Underneath the pants was a matching cover-up for me. Eric handed me the cover-up. I slipped it over my head, but I was more interested in watching Eric drop his towel and put his pants on. The pants did amazing things to his butt. I was practically drooling. I almost forgot about the food until I realized I needed to speak before we ended up in bed our entire trip.

"Did you do this?"

"I requested that dinner be prepared for us."

"Thank you." I reached down and squeezed his hand. When we reached the table Eric held my chair for me. As I sat down he kissed my forehead before moving across the table. I immediately dug into the salad that was in front of me. Eric smiled and drank his dinner. We both ate in silence, content just to be near each other. It was Eric who finally broke the silence.

"Is there anything in particular you would like to do this evening?"

"Can we just take a walk on the beach for a while?" I hoped he'd agree. I just wanted to enjoy our peace and quiet a bit longer.

"Of course."

We finished the rest of dinner in silence. Eric reached under the table and lifted my feet into his lap as I ate. He gently massaged one foot and then the other, never taking his eyes from me. His thumbs swept in upward motions over the arch of my foot. I sunk into my chair and whimpered a bit, it felt divine. I looked down at my empty plate and wine glass.

"Okay, I'm done eating. If you don't stop doing that we are never going to leave this villa."

Eric raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Why exactly is staying in bed a problem?"

"It's not really, but I would like to spend some time on the beach." He laughed and released my legs. Eric stood and came to help me from my seat. He held out his hand. I marveled at the way his large hand completely wrapped around my small one. He made me feel so safe. I leaned my head against his arm as we made our way down to the beach to follow the shore line.

I walked in the shallow water, clinging on to Eric, unwilling to let this rare moment pass.

"I wish our lives were always this simple."

"As do I, dear one."

I stopped and tugged on Eric's so he'd turn to face me. I looked up into his eyes and suddenly one lifetime didn't seem long enough to have him. I reached up and held his cheek against my palm. I never wanted to be separated from him. I wanted forever, and he could give it to me.

"Sookie? Are you okay?"

"Just thinking."

"About what?"

"I want forever. One lifetime isn't enough for me. I want to be with you always."

"Are you asking me, what I think you are asking me?" He looked down at me in disbelief.

"I think so."

"Sookie, you are asking me for something very serious, and very permanent." He reached up and took my hand from his cheek and held it between his hands. "I want you to think about this. Right now you are on an emotional high from the wedding. I want you to think about this seriously. We can discuss it when we return to Shreveport."

"You don't want to turn me?"

"I want nothing more than to turn you, but I want to make sure you will not regret it later." I nodded in agreement and held my arms out for him to hug me. His hands grasped my waist and lifted me into the air. He held me over his head for a brief second and then brought me down close to him. My legs wrapped around his waist as my lips found his.

I tangled my hands in his hair and held his head close to me. His arms tightened around my waist as he deepened our kiss.

The sound of someone clearing their throat shocked me into pulling away from my viking. I turned to see a little old couple holding hands and walking on the beach like Eric and I had been.

The woman smiled warmly at me. "Young love." Her voice was filled with the same warmth as her smile. She gripped her husbands hand and leaned her head against him just as I had been doing to Eric during our walk. I couldn't help but smile at the couple. I looked up at Eric and even he was smiling a bit. The corners of his mouth were tugging upwards. I hadn't even realize that we'd wandered to a more populated area of the beach. We had been walking longer than I thought. I smiled when I thought about the old couple.

"I want to be like that." I whispered to him.

"Old and wrinkly?"

"No. I want to be that in love after we've been together for years and years." He slipped his arm around my shoulders and squeezed my upper arm.

"We will be."

I didn't respond, I just smiled. Eric turned and started walking me back to the villa. I nestled my head against him again as we walked.

~*~

We had barely made it into the villa when I heard his phone ring. He gave me an apologetic glance as he answered it.

"Pamela." Eric snapped as he picked up the phone. I know he didn't want to be disturbed. I watched as his annoyed face give way to one of anger. I wished I could hear what Pam was telling him.

"What do you mean we don't know?" He paused and looked at me with sadness in his face. I knew our honeymoon was being cut short. I knew it had to some be some political stuff. As much as I hated cutting my honeymoon short, I knew that Eric was King now and therefore he had responsibilities. Suddenly, I was glad that I hadn't unpacked everything. I headed upstairs, not wanting to even hear why we had to leave. I went to gather the few things that I had bothered taking out of my suitcase.

It only took a few moments for Eric to join me. I turned to ask him what was going on. Before the words could leave my lips he lowered his gaze to the ground.

"It's Micah...."

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TBC

A/N Sorry for the evil cliffy. Had to be done.