B/N (beta's note) - This chapter of NOR was brought to you by the fine folks at Lemonporium, the curators of the New Orleans Mausoleum, and the letter 'R,' for RAWR.
;-) Galla rocks me socks, mon.
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"Eric! I love you, and I need you right now. Flowers and candy can come later, but right now, fuck me. Please!" She had begged of me, what seemed to be only minutes before. Her eyes dark with want, and her body prone and vibrating with energy around me. How could I deny her that request?
How could I deny Sookie anything? It was an incredibly emasculating thought to know that this woman owned me so completely, but one I was willing to accept. Sookie was mine, and I was hers. Nothing else mattered...
... except for the fact that I had no idea where the fuck we were. Sookie had dragged us into this gothic, Lilliputian metropolis, and now we were fumbling clumsily to find our way out of the darkness. The noise of the crowd and the glow of the lights from the street were our only guide, despite the echoes throwing the voices in different directions, depending on where they ricocheted off the mausoleum walls. The mist that had settled with the setting sun didn't help matters. Fog was always disorienting. I realized then and there that I had lived in a city for too long. Depending on a grid of set numbered streets and avenues to help coordinate your inner compass was something I needed to break the habit of. My father would never have let me live it down otherwise.
I suddenly missed my native home.
Sookie was shaking slightly beside me; the fog's descent had brought with it a damp chill that turned the humidity from oppressively hot, to eerily cool as the sky continued to threaten us from above with its growls and cackles of thunder. I pulled her more tightly to my side and kissed the soft silk of her hair, willing her shivers away. She moaned at my slight touch, and my breath hitched at her reaction. My god, the sound of her! That was the sound she made while I was buried inside her, deep and hot, full and tight. Our skin flushed and fevered as we communicated with each other on the most primal of levels. Glorious in its simplicity.
Something had changed within me in the past half-hour, something drastic and strange. I didn't care about finding my way out of the cemetery anymore; I was with Sookie, and really, that was enough. I had been so considerate all day, holding back my own wants, foregoing my own needs to make sure that Sookie's friend was as content as she could be in her situation.
Seriously, how many people would have the balls to tell the boyfriend of a recently orphaned girl, to relieve her stress via a quick morning lay? Tray should have punched me in the face, but the poor bastard needed it just as much as Amelia did, and thankfully didn't take out his pent up frustration on me.
In turn, I had never expected Sookie to do what she had done either: instigating what my body had been begging for. Emphasis on 'body.' I may have accepted that Sookie owned my soul and being completely, but I hadn't stooped so low as to beg her.... yet.
Not that the thought hadn't crossed my mind; my need for her was never sated. I never wanted it to be, and I knew from the moment she had tripped and fallen into my arms back in New York, that she had me, always.
Everything about her excited me, called to me. Her laughter and her stubborn nature, her ice-blue eyes and her glorious body... my god, that physique. It seemed to be made to fit mine, perfect to my eyes in every way. I longed to have her pulled tight and flush to me in a bed once more, so I could envelop her perfection completely. I needed more of her instantly. Once was never enough. I remembered back to the first time I had experienced her, been with her and loved her. How I immediately needed more of her the moment we fell sweaty and exhausted onto my sheets after our combined climax. My body may have needed time to regroup, but my mind had already been envisioning ways to take her again.
I sighed out into the dampened air, pulling Sookie closer to me still, feeling her warmth and savoring it.
Running my free hand through my hair in frustration, I decided silently that Sookie and I really needed to find a bed and spend an obscene amount of time in it. The few hours we had back in my apartment, and the quick kisses shared in the hotel room, were not enough. Nor was our desecration of the alleyway. Though, however unplanned those few intense moments had been, they were needed. Immensely. My god, how they were needed.
Having been with her in that alleyway only minutes before, fast and desperate, had sparked something wholly uncivilized within me: a natural urge so basic in its origin, it wasn't fit for modern society. Having never felt such an intense emotion before, it took me longer than I expected to finally process what it was... I wanted to consume and simultaneously be consumed, to be devoured by her mouth and sweet breath, only to return the favor. I wanted to be paralyzed by the pleasure only our coupling could bring, tangled and twisted for as long as our bodies and minds could stand it. I wanted it more than anything I had ever wanted before. My body stirred at the thought, as the realization overtook me with a suddenness I was very much unprepared for.
The chill no longer clung to me; the only thing my brain could process was heat. The heat I wanted, and needed. The heat that only came from between Sookie's glorious thighs. The heat my hands could no longer stay away from as the arm that was once wrapped around Sookie's shoulder snaked down towards her hip and the hem of her skirt.
I tickled across the soft skin of her stomach with my fingers, and she tried to bat away my hands, but my mind had already been made up. I needed her. Now. Thunder and propriety be damned. Any moments spent away from being skin to skin with her were moments wasted. I moved our bodies towards the first solid wall I could find, pressing her fully against the cold marble and letting her feel my need.
"Eric!" She gasped, no doubt shocked at our sudden relocation.
"Yes, love?" I asked as I teased the skin of her neck with my tongue and teeth, and my fingers fiddled with the clasps to her garters once more.
"Eric, what are you... we have to get back!"
"No, we don't. Not yet. I'm taking you, Sookie, right here. Right now."
"But..."
"I'm being selfish, Sookie." I looked into her eyes as I spoke, willing her to understand. "Once with you is never enough, and the two days away from you were hell."
I kissed her lips, soft and wanting, asking permission above all.
"Open up for me Sookie... yes."
She groaned into the air, a mixture of frustration and pleasure. My fingers had moved on from the silky smooth texture of her thighs to the slick folds between her legs. She was wet, intoxicatingly so, and her skin was still sensitive from our coupling before. The lightest of my touches had her gasping for air, and her hips bucking off the wall into my hand. The reactions her body was having to my fingers were incredibly satisfying; even if she was shocked by my behavior, there was no doubt that she wanted it. Just as much as I wanted her.
"Eric," she whispered into the night, her moans being covered by the rumblings of the storm still threatening above. I didn't answer; I only focused on her and the things I could do to her while standing up, all the while watching her eyes, waiting for that last wall of her conscience to fall.
"God, Eric... " Her sentence trailed off as her head fell back onto the smooth marble behind her. She swallowed down a gulp of air as I bent down to once again taste the sweet salt of her skin, licking and tickling her with my breath and tongue.
I was nibbling on the soft skin of her ear lobe, praying she'd let me continue with this insanity, when I heard her utter the one word that made my yearning for her combust into pure, insatiable need.
"...more."
My head snapped up from her neck, my eyes piercing her gaze. All the walls were gone, and only clear blue pools of mutual desire were displayed before me.
"Yes, Sookie, more. Always more." My fingers slipped into her, thrusting and curling, as her hips moved towards mine, silently begging. I pressed her to the wall with my body, speaking in her ear and telling her exactly what 'more' was to me.
"I want you Sookie, in every way. I want to be with you in the mornings as the sky lightens outside the windows, waking up to your scent, buried in your soft hair. I want to take you in our bed, in our own home, over and over, tangled sweaty in the sheets, fevered and passionate. I want to see the home you grew up in, and for you to show me any and every place you ever felt pain or sadness. I'll take you in each, and forever alter the memory to that of heated sexual depravity as opposed to grief. I want to take you to my home, showing you where I grew up: the forests I played in as a child, and the summer cabin by the shore that my family loved. I want to make love to you in front of a fire in the hearth, cursing the cold away from our skin while enveloped in your heat. I want to swim with you in the waters near the cabin, floating across the surface as the summer sun dances parallel to the horizon, never dipping below the land."
I tried to keep my voice even, but it wavered with desire, growing harsh with each thrust of my fingers. Sookie's eyes never left mine, her mouth open in silent want and shock. I never relented. I had been quiet all day; it was time to show her how much I wanted and loved her.
I felt her starting to spasm around my fingers and withdrew them, hearing her whimper from the loss. Her hips moved towards mine, still begging for more, and I made quick work of my zipper, my cock aching to be released from its constraints, and buried deep within her once again.
"I want it all Sookie, and I want it all..." I hoisted her up around me, "... with you..."
I plunged into her with deliberate force, and Sookie screamed out into the night as another flash of lightning illuminated us and our surroundings. The graves and tombstones remained silent in our presence. We were on hallowed ground, surrounded by blackness and death, as we burned with life and fire. My thrusts were long and hard, penetrating Sookie as deeply as she could take me. I could feel her so close to the edge, her muscles massaging me, pulling me deeper, it seemed, as she clung to me, our bodies never close enough.
I was no longer using the wall for support, merely standing on the cobblestone as Sookie writhed on top me, panting into my shoulder and biting my neck the deeper I went. I savored the feel of her teeth on me, the sting of pain mixed with the power of our pleasure.
"More," she moaned, and I pulled her harder onto me, my fingers pressing roughly into her hips, and her legs hitched around me higher, her heels digging into the back of my thighs.
She cried out, "More!" again, and I obeyed. Any semblance of restraint she had before had been washed away with the drizzling rain that had started to fall about us. The thunder cloud looming, watching and holding off as if it were scared of the competition my girl would give it. Her cries cut through the darkness, echoing back towards us in a dozen directions.
She lifted her head off my neck to look into my eyes, her pupils darkened with lust.
"More?" I asked with a cheeky grin as I lifted and pulled her down onto me once again; her head careened back, falling onto the marble wall behind us, and I braced my legs, not wanting them to give out on us now. I was so close.
"Yes," she cried, and I momentarily had no idea what she was referring to, having gotten lost in her uninhibited beauty. She looked back at me, fisting her hands in my hair and kissing me roughly on the mouth before uttering again, "Yes, Eric. More."
"Only for you," I whispered.
With the leverage her support on the wall gave her, she started to move her hips faster, breaking my deliberate rhythm and increasing our movements to a staggering pace. She kissed me again, but this time feather light as she moved above me, breathless and panting. I could feel the tingling, telltale signs of my inevitable release at her reckless ecstasy.
"I want... all of that..." she breathed. "All of it... and more," she said before kissing me fully, and screaming into my mouth as I repeatedly plunged into her. She took what I gave, and even though I feared I could be hurting her, she pushed for more.
Lightning flashed again, and our eyes became illuminated, locked onto each other, fierce and wild. I reveled in it, seeing that abandon loose within her.
Sookie yanked my hair unintentionally, and with one last thrust I came, violent and ecstatic. I howled out into the night, my voice sounding deep and harsh from the suddenness of my orgasm. My own climax triggered hers, and I felt her muscles clenching down around me, blissfully milking me for more. Always more. I eagerly gave it, pumping in and out of her slowly as we both rode out our incredibly fleeting high.
Sookie collapsed onto my shoulders, shaking and trembling around me. I could feel her ragged breath on my neck in the same spot she had bitten minutes before. It was only when I felt hot mix with the cool of the raindrops that I became concerned.
Sookie sniffled a moment later, and I stiffened, holding onto her for dear life as I realized that she was crying.
"Sookie... oh god. Did I hurt you!?" I had let the animal come out inside of me, and I'd hurt the one thing that meant the most to me in my life. Fuck.
"Sookie?" I urged.
"No," she finally responded, shaking her head into my shoulder.
No? No what?
"Sookie, are you alright?" I asked again, feeling desperate. My concern echoed in my tone.
"Oh shut up, Eric," she said in a cracked voice while raising her head and sniffling. The rain had dampened her hair, and coupled with her flushed cheeks, she looked radiant, despite the blotches from her tears.
"I'm not hurt, I'm fucking happy," she explained in a half cry, half laugh. The curse sounded innocent, coming from her lips.
"Happy women don't usually cry."
"I do. I'm sorry, I know, I'm being dramatic, but just... wow. Eric, what we... that... whatever we just did, it was just too much. I couldn't help it, and the tears came." She leaned her forehead on mine, attempting to gather herself, I assumed. I still hadn't put her down; I never wanted to. I nodded my forehead against hers, not accepting her explanation, but understanding the immensity of the emotion she had tried to articulate.
"I don't think I can stand," she said a few moments later, the smile evident in her voice.
"Good, because I never want to let go of you. I'll carry you."
I lifted her off the wall and began walking along the cobblestones. Well, hobbling would be more of an appropriate term, what with my pants being down around my knees.
"Eric!" she squealed playfully. "We have to put our clothes back on!"
"Oh. Forgive me, I was just given the fucking of my life; my mind's not working properly." She slapped me on the shoulder, and I reluctantly placed her on the cobblestones as gently as I could. The guilt from earlier still plagued me. Sookie frowned up at me.
"Eric Northman, I am not a china doll. I do not and will not break easily. Do not feel guilty about what we just did. You were incredible."
Her hands were on her hips, but her hair was plastered to her head from the steady misting of rain, and her stockings had fallen down to uneven lengths along her legs. Her feisty nature mixed with her adorably disheveled appearance had me holding back my laughter.
"Whatever you say, mistress," I responded, giving her a deliberately heated look.
"I ain't no mistress," she shot back, her accent heavy.
"Good, because I ain't no servant," I mocked with a smile.
"If anything, I'm a goddess," she retorted, with plenty of cheek to her tone.
"Yes you are, and I will forever worship you," I said as I pulled her to me, kissing her with tenderness and love, showing her the care I had forgotten to display before. She slumped into me and I picked her up once again, her legs wrapping around my hips instinctively.
She broke the kiss a few moments later, "We can't do this again. Amelia's going to kill me, and apparently I'm going to hell," she said, gesturing at the graves around us. "I'd rather put that off as long as possible."
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Sookie
Sweet Jesus and Gran above, I am so sorry. Yes, I did, I had sex... twice, in a cemetery, at my friend's father's funeral. I might as well have kicked a puppy and stolen a kid's candy on top of it! God, I am a horrible person. I'm sorry.
But really, I couldn't help myself! Something ignited within me, and I needed him. Desperately. It was an unnerving and wild, not of this world, kinda want. I couldn't do anything but give into it. It started as an experiment, just to see if there was any weight to Eric's silly theory, but then, he came at me again. No, he didn't just come at me, he advanced, like a jungle cat, and lord above, I wanted him. Badly.
And when he started to list the things he wanted, the urges he felt, and the plans he had, all the while teasing me with his talented fingers, I could barely think straight. Anything and everything he said sounded perfect and incredible, and I wanted it all. Truly. If I was with him, I would be happy. Looking into his eyes, filled with a mixture of lust, love, vulnerability, and danger, I never wanted to it to end. The real world had fallen away around us, and we were all that was left. Two figures, blind with love in the darkness and the damp, dispensing verbal love notes to each other, face to face, amongst the hallowed ground of secret keepers.
Yes, any ghosts hanging out tonight had most certainly gotten a show.
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The second we entered the restaurant -- we were supposed to have arrived an hour earlier -- I high tailed it to the bathroom. Pantyless and practically crippled, I needed some 'freshening up' time. I heard Eric chuckle darkly behind me as he followed. Whatever he was plotting, I wasn't going to let it happen. I pointed to the "Messieurs" door as soon as it came into sight, while I quickly hid behind the one displaying, "Mesdames," not even looking back to gauge his reaction.
I locked the door behind me, and immediately slid to the floor in a pile of wet clothes and shaky limbs. I needed time away from him to catch my breath, my mind, my everything. The need to be near him was pulling at me, as if I could feel him through the door, tugging on a string that was attached to me somehow. What the hell had happened between the funeral procession and now that made this feeling so utterly unbearable? How were we going to handle this? Because, clearly, staying in bed for days on end appealed to me greatly, but that just wasn't an option right now.
More importantly, how were we going to handle dinner?
Oh god.
Still shaking, and with my balance off kilter, I tried to stand as cautiously as possible. The last thing I needed was to slip and crack my head open on the marble toilet bowl. Once I was standing and was certain my legs weren't going to give out from under me, I dared a peek at the mirror.
Sweet Jesus... I suddenly understood the expression "rode hard, and put away wet." Literally. My hair was a damp tangled mess, and my clothes! No, no, this wouldn't do, I thought.
I immediately went into anal-retentive Sookie mode, grabbing napkins and towelettes to clean up with, drying my clothes under the wind dryers and pulling at the knots in my hair with my fingers. I could make this work. I would not go out there looking like I was just working the corners down on Bourbon Street.
I washed my face, pulled up my stockings, and slicked my hair back into a tight bun, not letting any stray frizz defy me. My loose curled 'do of earlier was nothing but a memory within five minutes' time, and I looked every bit the part of a librarian who had just gotten caught in the rain. My cheeks were already flushed, so there was no need for rouge, though I would have liked some concealer to cover the slight bruise starting to appear on my neck from Eric's wicked mouth.
That would be a problem. Amelia had my purse. I'd have to ask for it later. The mark right now was too light for anyone to notice... hopefully.
I touched it lightly and a wave of memories shot through me. Eric's mouth on me, Eric's fingers in me, thrusting and unrelenting. Eric pulsing inside of me, all around me... the rain, the thunder, the wet, wet rain...
I fell forward slightly, catching myself on the vanity. Overwhelming was most definitely the word of the day. How was I going to get through dinner with that magnificent man across from me? Or worse, next to me. Feeling his heat, wanting his touch...
"Sookie?" A knock came at the door, rousing me from my lustful haze.
"Amelia?!" My voice cracked, sounding guilty instantly. Great.
"Who else? Open up, girl."
I did.
Amelia's face went from that of concern to immediate girlish shock and awe within a nanosecond. Crap, I was caught. Her sharp eyes darted from the mark on my neck, down to my shoes and back. She pointed at each in turn.
"You've got a hickey, and your precious Mary Janes are scuffed to high heaven, not to mention you're an hour late. What the hell were you two just doing, and where?"
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A/N: Had to end it somewhere.
What do you think Amelia's reaction will be?
*cackles and runs away*