A/N: Thanks for sticking with my little story. I appreciate all of your reviews, follows and favorites. There was a lot of frustration by some over Eric's request to keep his relationship with Sookie a secret. All I will say is, what's a story without a little drama? Now, for some warm fuzzies.

Chapter 21 – Love Shack

Eric and I spent the night and early morning hours playing our little game of "twenty" questions. It seemed we never ran out of things to ask each other or talk about. Our questions were about things as serious as my abuse, the firm and its hierarchy, and its cover up of Bill's abusive behavior, to things as trivial as my first pet (which was a beagle that I had aptly named Huntin' Dog), Eric's high school records for swimming, which he still holds, and our favorite foods. Although I didn't think it was possible, what with me lying on top of a very handsome, hunky, naked guy who just agreed to be my boyfriend, as corny as that sounds, eventually sleep found us both. I'm not sure how long I slept for, but I do know it was good and deep.

I was just on the edge of sleeping and waking, where my brain was slowly coming back to reality but my body lay completely inert. I could hear the crackle of the fire and feel its warmth on my face; I could feel the soft couch beneath my body, and the warm covers over me; and I could hear the sound of pots and pans and other things clanking in the distance, as well as the opening and shutting of cabinets and drawers. As I took in these sounds and sensations, I also began to remember where I was and why I was here … the plane crash. I slowly opened my eyes, but I remain perfectly still, taking in the scene in before me. What I saw would have shocked the hell out of me yesterday, but today, it just seemed to fit within this surreal world I was living in. Eric was crouched down low, digging through a low kitchen cabinet. That wasn't what was so weird. What was weird was that, as big as he is, Eric was doing this wearing a ridiculously short black silk kimono robe with red roses on it, and it was tied tightly around him. His back was to me, but I could tell that the robe barely covered his ass. Eric stood and placed several canned goods on the kitchen counter, which was already covered with various cans and packages. It seemed Eric had been busy.

"Good morning," I said, startling him.

Eric jumped nearly a foot and quickly turned to face me, "Fuck Sookie, you scared the shit out of me."

I giggled and his face broke into a smile. "To what do I owe your lovely attire?" I asked as sweet as pie.

"You like," Eric said, tugging at the bottom of the robe and waggling his brows and giving me his most salacious look, which is pretty damn salacious. I swear that man could look sexy wearing… well… a short, women's kimono robe. "Our clothes are still damp. I was exploring the cabin and found a couple of robes. Yours is at the end of the couch," he nodded, indicating the robe.

I sat up and picked up the soft, white, terry cloth robe that Eric had set out for me. It wasn't much bigger than what he was wearing, but it was much more gender neutral. "You left me this and you're wearing the silk kimono robe?" I asked with a raised brow.

"I wanted you to have the warmer robe. Besides, as soon as I'm done scrounging here, I'm joining you back on the couch," he said with a leer. "Tea and Spam?" he asked, switching topics.

"You found food!" I screamed, barely able to contain my excitement. I was both thirsty and hungry. The last thing I drank was coffee on the plane just before the crash, and the last thing I ate was a sandwich on the long flight over the Atlantic, which seemed a lot longer than just a day ago.

"Yes my dear Sookie," Eric answered with a smile, enjoying my enthusiasm over food. "I found some cans of soup, Pot O' Noodles, Spam, canned salmon, tea bags… I hope you like your tea black by the way. There isn't any creamer. Actually, I couldn't find any perishables in the house, so I think this is a summer home that the owner has shut up for the winter. I used some snow from the porch and heated us some water in a pan over the fire. I was just taking stock of our supplies. I think we have enough food for maybe two weeks, three if we ration it. We'll probably be found by rescuers by then," Eric trailed off, seemingly deep in thought.

"So, what's for breakfast, or dinner, or whatever meal this is?" I asked, breaking him from his thoughts.

"How about some potato soup and Spam?"

"Sounds like a five star meal to me right now." I sat up on the couch, and grabbed the robe, ready to put it on, but I hesitated. Looking up at Eric, I said "Turn around so I can put this on."

"Sookie, I've seen you naked, surely you aren't embarrassed?"

I blushed from head to toe. "Well, when you saw me naked, we were under some extenuating circumstances. What can I say, I'm shy," I shrugged.

"Well, until we're saved, I would say our circumstances are still extenuating and, believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Well, if it's all the same to you, kindly turn around please."

"As you wish Ms. Stackhouse," Eric sighed, finally turning around. With his back to me, I could almost see the curve of his butt cheeks peek out from beneath his ridiculously short robe and I sighed. He really was a beautiful man.

"Okay, it's safe for you to turn around now," I said after securing the robe tightly around me.

He turned around with a pout, and walked over to stand in front me. "How's your head?" he asked, reaching behind my head, and touching my bump.

"I'll survive. What about yours?" I asked, reaching up and gingerly touching the bump on his forehead. He winced slightly but allowed me to touch him.

"I'll survive," he whispered. Then Eric slowly bent into my hand and closed his eyes, seeming to relish my touch. Eric looked content, and a content Eric is simply beautiful. I felt so moved by him and his reaction to my contact, before I realized it, I was standing up on my tippy toes and pressing my lips into his. Eric's eyes shot open in surprise, and then just as quickly, his arms were around my waist pulling me into his body. He closed his eyes again and began to kiss me deeply. I tightly wrapped my arms around his waist, stroking his muscular back through the thin silk fabric. My earlier hungers, however, couldn't be ignored and just as my stomach growled loudly, I swayed a bit. Eric's grip tightened around my waist and he pulled away slightly, his face marred by his look of concern. "I'm so sorry," he said looking down at me. "We need to get you fed."

Eric sat me down on the couch, pulled my feet long ways, and covered me with a blanket. Then he got to work heating water, making tea, opening cans and cooking our little meal. The scene was homey and domestic and it made me smile. I started to get up and help him out, but Eric shot me a quick look, causing me to freeze in my tracks. "My stubborn Sookie. Let me take of you," he said and despite my independent streak, I wanted to let him do just that. So I settled back down into the couch and covers. He resumed his preparations and I watched him work.

As he was fixing our meal, I asked him, "Aren't you cold. I mean, you're walking around here in next to nothing. Hell, I feel cold just lookin' 'atcha," I involuntarily shivered.

"I'm used to the cold. Whether it is my Swedish heritage, or all those winter swim meets as a kid, I just don't feel the cold as much as others."

I know our supplies were limited, but it seemed to me that Eric knew what he was doing when it came to the kitchen, and I enjoyed watching him. We continued to make our small talk while he fixed our food. Eric informed me that the cabin's facilities weren't working, since the water had been turned off, so he set out a bedpan of sorts in the restroom and told me we would have to take sponge baths to get clean. I took the opportunity to take some heated water into the restroom to make use of our make-shift facilities.

When I came out of the bathroom, relieved and clean, Eric had laid out our little meal on the coffee table. I felt like Pavlov's dogs, and the sight and smell of Eric's efforts quickly had my mouth watering. I wasted no time getting situated on the couch and under the covers and I was soon digging into our meal. I know it was just Spam and potato soup, but at that moment it was the best meal of my life and despite my intense hunger, I made every effort to savor each bite. After my hunger was satiated, Eric and I sat together on the couch sipping our tea. I felt warm on the inside and out. Despite our circumstances, I had to admit that I too was content. In fact, at that moment I realized that I could care less whether we were ever rescued. It was enough having Eric here with me all to myself.