My playlist is just coming at me with some songs I would have never thought he'd be playing! When the music starts as they head out, it would be a great idea to pull up Rihanna's "Breaking Dishess". That song is bouncing, and the lyrics are kind of funny considering that she could be mad at him, but whether she will be is to be seen. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Thanks to Charlaine Harris being cool and not throwing us all in jail, we get to play with her characters, which we can no longer function without.

Chapter Twenty Three

The door to the lobby opened, and a nice looking middle aged man opened the door. He did not hold out his hand as he greeted Eric, but bowed his head just slightly. So, he knew Eric was a vampire. Vampires didn't shake hands. He did offer me his hand, and shook it as he welcomed me to his establishment.

"Hi, I'm Walter, glad you could make it tonight!" he said, and seemed to be a pretty cool guy. He was human, and not a Supe of any kind. I was surprised, as it seems the only people Eric know have either no beating heart or periodically burst into various animals. My life had gotten to that point lately as well. I was around far less humans than vampires and Supes. Eric addressed him and introduced me to him.

"Sookie, Walter is an acquaintance of mine. Walter, this is my bonded, Sookie Stackhouse." Eric practically shot rainbows out of his eyes as he smiled at me. Oh he was just eating this up.

"Welcome, Miss Stackhouse. I am here as long as it takes tonight. There is no hurry. Now, Mr. Northman, did the lovely lady have anything in mind to look at first?" They started a conversation, and my mind started recovering from the realization of where we were and what we were doing. As if the singing and dancing around the car hadn't just about fried my mind, now I had to wrap my brain around what was about to happen. As I watched Eric's lips moving as he spoke to Walter, I noticed Eric called Walter by his first name, but Walter called Eric and I both by Mr and Miss and our last names. I figured it wasn't a "friend" of Erics. I wondered how Eric was so popular with Walter. I'm sure there was more to it than just Eric being a good customer. He only had one BMW in his garage, and Pam had one herself. But, no one else under Eric drove one. There were people who were much better customers than that. Well, whatever. I wasn't sure why I was wondering anyways. One of my favorite movies is The Godfather (ok, and The Godfather II). I always thought the senior Mrs. Corleone was a wise, well-respected woman who didn't interfere in her husband's business dealings. She didn't ask questions. She was never harmed by enemies, she was loved and revered by her family and friends, and happy. Then, you had Kay Corleone, the junior Mrs. Corleone. Now she was not Italian, so I guess she didn't understand their ways. But she was just not very appealing to me. She was nosy, she didn't trust her husband, and she didn't respect him and his business. She was not happy. Neither was her husband after a while. I just always identified with the older Corleone wife. She was happy and so was everyone else. I didn't want to be like the younger wife at all. I knew that Eric would never lie to me, but that some things he would not volunteer. That's just the way it was. I wasn't going to volunteer every single thing I thought during the day, or that me and Tara thought about when we were together. That was my business. This was his. He trusted me with where he lay, defenseless. So I decided there, in that lobby tonight, what kind of wife I would be to him. Oh shit, well, whatever, he hasn't asked me that. Whatever, partner-in-crime, then. I would be the best partner in crime he'd ever had, aside from Pam. That bitch had it down to an art. I loved that bitch, too. I hoped she was going to tolerate the dynamics of our relationship well. I know how important she is to Eric. She's not just his second, they seem to get each other. She is the only one aside from me he ever reveals his secrets to. She will know things I won't even know. That is for my own good though. My rambling mind finally snapped back to the bright assed lobby we were still standing in, and I heard Eric saying my name. My new name that I loved.

"Lover, are you here?" He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "perhaps you are still in the shower?" He straightened and flashed a smile at me, and I saw a bit of fang.

"I'm here. It's just been a uh, unusual night. I supposed it ain't over yet, either. So let's have a look. What do you recommend, Walter?" Well that wasn't what Eric expected at all. But, he didn't miss a beat.

"Walter, lead the way" Eric directed. Walter did just that. We walked past two shiny 1 Series sedans and a huge white SUV in the showroom on our way outside. Eric pulled me along by the hand, and Walter talked about some of the features and options on the cars. I thought I'd ask what type of car he had in mind, since I had no idea what in the hell he had in mind.

"Are we looking at SUV's or cars?" I asked either of them. Walter said it was up to me. Eric turned and asked which one I would prefer. Since I did not want to be rude and especially not to make Eric look bad, I tried to sound enthused, as if I had known all about this little trip and had already had something in mind.

"Well, I think that if you don't have more than a couple of people in the car, it's just a waste of gas to buy an SUV. I'd feel better about the gas I was consuming if we stuck to the cars." Well that was just what Eric needed apparently, some direction as to which part of the lot we should start with.

"My lover prefers a car. Now, I am thinking my little sun goddess would be happy with many of the models here, but would be especially pleased at the 3 or 6 Series convertibles. I think the convertible thing is a must for her. She will grow to love that car the first time she feels the wind in her hair and the sun on her shoulders. As tempting as it is just to get her a 5 Series armoured model and be done with it." He smiled, and I realized I'd dodged a bullet. The one he was referring to looked pretty boring and, well, boring if I was being honest. I'd drive whatever, but if I got to choose, it wasn't going to be that one. Eric squeezed my hand, and I gathered he felt through the bond that I was genuinely not pissed at him. He looked grateful and content that I was ok right now with this. I squeezed back.

"What about that one?" I pointed at a small, decent looking car with a sunroof.

"The 1 Series sedan?" Eric said with distaste, "maybe, but perhaps we should look at something else first, and then you can see if it's possible to still consider the plain one." He pulled me along with him and Walter leading the way to the front right part of the lot. And then, I saw it. I saw what we were heading straight for. There were lots of cars all around, but my tunnel vision just kicked in, and I swear the lights all shone on this particular car. It was white with black leather interior, I could see. It had a cream colored top, so it was a convertible, just as Eric had suggested. I'm not one for cars normally, but the lines on this car was just hot. It was a "me" car. I knew it. Eric must have picked up on my excitement, because without even turning around, he asked Walter for the keys to the white 3 Series, and pointed to my car, I mean, the car. Walter said he would get them, and asked if there were any other ones he could fetch the keys for as well, since he was going in.

"No, I think the keys to this one will suffice." Walter jogged off to fetch the keys, and I suddenly pulled Eric behind me to get to the car faster. I wanted to touch it. It was breathtaking.

"Whoa, any more vampire blood this week and you'll be dragging me behind you" I heard him laughing behind me as he let me pull him along. We reached the car, and I pulled on the handle, dying to have a look inside. It was locked of course. Damn, I hope he's running with those keys.

"Like much?"

"Uh, yeah!" I said, as in 'duh'.

"Do you really?" he asked, sounding pleased. I hadn't even driven it yet, and I could feel how good he felt that I was pleased. He really did just want to make me happy. If you'd lived as long as he did, and never found someone you wanted to share everything you had with, life just wasn't that exciting without that element. I understood. It just took a little rearranging in my head to make sense of why he wanted to do things like this for me. After all, when Tara allowed that vampire to buy her nice things and then got taken advantage of and passed on to a real asshole vampire, it scared the shit outta me. I didn't want that to happen to me. But what kind of heart did I have to think of Eric like those two assholes? Well, I was going to make it up to him, starting right now, I smiled smugly at myself.

"You know there's a 6 Series that has more room and a bit more horsepower, if you'd like to look at those as well."

"No!" I said a little too quick, damn now he's grinning that 'I knew it' grin. "No, this one's great! It's just..great!" Well I sounded intelligent.

"Another color perhaps?" he started again..

"No, no, white is good. I like white." I wanted this one. White. Convertible. In front of me. Man fetching keys to. This one. Mine.

He started laughing as if he could read my mind, and I heard someone jogging up behind us. Walter had finally brought my damn keys. About time. I was dying here! Wait, am I getting pissy like a vampire now? Pissy because I had to wait? Oh my good Lord. Gran was rolling over in her grave. Well, shit. Roll, Gran. I need my keys. She'd understand. Walter held the keys out to Eric as a matter of respect, but Eric refused, putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Her car." Walter understood, and handed me the keys. I swear to God they tingled in my hands. I hope this car isn't like, Christine or something, because it sure is reminding me of that weird ass movie me and Jason used to watch over and over again. I put the key in the lock, and I swear the key just turned itself. Well, okay, it didn't, but it just felt like mine. I looked up at Eric, who was smiling down at me.

"Have a seat. See what you think." So I did. I hadn't realized I had been waiting for his approval that it was actually okay to sit, and that it isn't some dream or something. We're here, and we're packing heat in the wallet. The leather seat gripped my sides and my ass like a gloved hand. Oh my God. My car's seats actually hurt your ass after a bit. And the seats did not grip your ass. The leather steering wheel was grippy and very sporty.

"Put the key in the ignition, love. What is it? Lover, start your engine" he said in a mock announcer voice. He was my own personal sex god and comedian, singer and protector extraordinairre. I held my breath, and turned the key. The engine started with ease, quietly, and purred contently. Oh my good God. Now I see why Eric likes his vette. The purring was just a bit of a turn-on, I surprised myself by realizing.

"Can we drive it?" I asked up at the two.

"Is there any point?" Eric asked, laughing, looking from me to Walter.

Walter ventured, "sure, you can take it as long as you need. Feel free."

"Love, say the word and we'll be having dinner in 30." I looked at the insides of the car. A pretty sweet ass stock cd player, a/c, controls to automatically lower the top. Oh, ok, I had to. That top was coming off. God, now I'm thinking like my vampire. I pushed the button without even asking, and above me the top started moving. I could hardly hear it. Wow. The stars were coming into view. I looked at the room in the car, suddenly curious as to whether there was enough room to initiate this car one night, you know. I looked at Eric and he knew exactly what I was feeling. The bond. He felt my lust, and saw me looking at the front and the back seat. He mouthed the word 'no'. No? The Viking is not up for the challenge? I eyeballed the back seat, the front seat, and then I pushed the button that made my seat start slowly recline backwards. I just laid back against the seat, looking up at him as my seat lowered. The top was off, so I could see both of them. My seat came to rest against the back seat. Hmmm. This was a dealbreaker. He'd have to give me what I wanted or no deal. I arched my eyebrows and looked questioningly at him again, still laying back in my seat. It was quite comical. He mouthed 'no', but looked like he was full of shit, to me.

"Sookie, are you sure there's enough room, is it big enough?" he asked, leering. Of course Walter either got it or didn't. He wasn't even there at that moment anyways. He was just the keys bitch, anyways. I am being corrupted, I thought with a sneer.

"It's fine" I said, a bit aggressive. I wanted what I wanted. It was a dealbreaker. Finally, he had played along enough, and mercifully gave me what I wanted. He rolled his eyes at me, and then mouthed 'ok'. Squee! I squealed with delight and clapped my hands like a little kid. He raised his eyebrows, and I remembered what he'd said. I only had to say the word. Fine by me.

"Sold" I said, and hopped out and crashed into Eric. I threw my arms around him and giggled like a total idiot that just didn't give a damn. Maybe his crazy singing and dancing had brought out the side in me that didn't care how ridiculous I looked. I didn't care. He laughed, and put his arms around me.

"Excellent choice, Miss Stackhouse. Follow me and it'll just take ten minutes to get the legal paperwork to you in case you're stopped before it arrives in the mail. The rest I'll take care of tomorrow.

"I'll pull the car up front for you." Walter slid in to my car and drove off towards the building. Eric smacked my ass and started walking towards the door, grinning at me over his shoulder. Oh he wants to play? I ran and jumped him, throwing my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. He was game, too. First last night in the kitchen where no one could see us. Now tonight? Running around a BMW dealership parking lot at who knows what time of night in Shreveport on the main drag. Yes, with cars driving by left and right. Life was suddenly a lot more interesting with the vampire bad ass now that all the cards were out on the table. I had been missing out. I should have known he was closet fun. He dressed up in pink lycra for Gods sake and agreed to pretend to be gay for me. I should have known. He ran me around the parking lot while Walter was finishing up the bare minimum paperwork we needed in order to get the hell outta here and feed my ass. My stomach was getting loud! His hands had been gripping my thighs, holding me to him as we ran. As we came to his car, he squeezed them, and released me. I took the cue and slid myself down him, noting how damn good it felt when my breasts slid against his back and my girly parts as well. I know he agreed, and I know because he took my arms and spun me behind him, and laid me out on the hood of his Vette. Yes, well-lit parking lot, lots of cars driving down the busy highway out front. Didn't care. I didn't care if Walter himself was (stupid enough to) watch us from the lobby right in front of the damn car. Who cares? He looked at me like I might not make it out of here with my dignity, and then reconsidered. Ha! He wouldn't share me with anyone, no matter how bad he wanted me. He wasn't about to let the local traffic see my rack, no matter how badly he thought about fucking me. Just as I thought about playing with him, Walter walked outside. If he'd seen our antics, he sure had a good poker face. He looked like this was just an ordinary night with two ordinary people, and we were not thisclose to having sex right in front of him.

"Mr Northman, pleasure to have you tonight, Miss Stackhouse, you as well. I'm going to put your paperwork in your glove box, Miss Stackhouse." He then looked at Eric. You are insured for the next 24 hours on our policy here, so be sure and call your agent tomorrow, if that's enough time?"

"Fine, I will have that taken care of tomorrow." At that last bit of business being settled, Walter handed me the keys.

"Enjoy, and good night. Please let me know if I can be of service again." Eric nodded at him and Walter walked back into the dealership, turning the main lights out.

"Wait right now, I forgot something" Eric said as if he'd just had a great thought, and ran back to catch Walter. He reappeared seconds later, looking pleased with himself.

"Before we leave, lover, I need to grab something. Then we're outta here." He leaned in and turned the key to his ignition on, popped the cd out that we'd been listening to on our way here, and turned the key back off. He grabbed the keys out of the ignition, and ran back in. What the hell was he up to? Why was he taking his keys in? Was he leaving his absolute pride and joy sitting here all alone overnight? Surely not. He reappeared, sans keys. Surely yes.

"Ready? You're driving, get in." He opened the door for me to my car (my car!) and I slid in like we were old buddies. He shut the door and ran to the other side. Wow, the last time I drove him around he'd lost his mind-literally. He hopped in and shut the door, looking at me expectantly.

"Well? Start your engine, lover." Fuck me, the way he just said that made me reconsider the traffic. Gawkers be damned!

'No' he mouthed at me again. I looked at him just once to see if he'd reconsider.

"Don't tempt me, I mean it. You're mine. Let's go, and if you make it any harder, I'm going to make you pay for it later." He looked at me, serious as a heart attack.

I knew better than to play when it was like that. His teasing about killed you. He held out and held out and made you so desperate you'd run over an old woman with your car just to get him to finish what he started. No way. He wins. I turned the key and the engine purred. Wow.

"Rev the engine just once, I want to hear it." God, he was just as bad as I was. Cars were a big turn on. Ok. I mashed the gas down part way, and the car revved nicely. Wow, it sounded very sexy. I would find out if it was as fast as it looked good. I put the gearshift in reverse, eased the clutch out, and backed out. Walter was just coming outside to the Vette.

"He's putting it inside. I'll have someone retrieve it for me tomorrow" he explained. I shifted to first gear and away we went. I whipped around and headed for the main road, leaving Walter's dealership in my rearview mirror. The odometer said six miles. Holy crap. I pulled to a stop, and waited to turn out. Once traffic opened up, I gunned it and it took off nimbly, hugging the road as I turned out. I didn't want to be mean to it, since it's brand new. You can't be hard on them for a few miles. Then, I'd have some fun. So for now, I just shifted through the gears, enjoying the smooth ride and feel it had. The top was still down, even though it was kind of chilly. I didn't care if I shivered and ended up with the flu. The top was staying down unless it rained for tonight.

"Where to?" I asked him, not taking my eyes off the road. Uh oh. I heard him playing with my cd player.

"Hey, don't you know you don't touch a woman's radio?" I teasingly asked him.

Ignoring that comment, he answered my question. "Keep going for about three miles, and you'll see a neon sign on the right that says "Ramone's". We're eating there, so pull in when you see it."

"Ok" I answered, waiting to see what he was doing. The car was cruising along with the heavy traffic like it owned the place. People were looking at us as they passed, admiring my car. Well, this is something I'll have to get used to. No one ever looked at my old car. Speaking of my old car, what was I going to do with it? I sure didn't need it any longer. Oh well, tomorrow. I'll deal with it tomorrow. Tonight is now. More cars passing us, but only going slightly faster than us. I was guessing it was more looking. Jason always did that when he wanted to look at a car. He's pass, but slowly so he could get a good look at it. My hair was blowing in the wind, and I was really really loving my car. God, I would be thanking him for days for this. Every time I drive it, I'm going to mention how much I was enjoying it. He would get so sick of hearing about it, he wouldn't buy me another thing for fear I wouldn't shut up about it.

"Best Buy later? If they're still open?" I had almost forgot about the only shopping trip I thought we were making tonight.

"Sure. We should be able to make it. It's only just after 8, and here in Shreveport they close at 10. Should be plenty of time to feed my starving princess."

"Well I am starving like a hostage, I won't deny that." I heard a cd slip into the cd player. Oh shit. More "Diva"? Oh, there are cars everywhere, and no where to hide with us exposed and all with the top down. Everyone is going to hear us, aarggh. I heard him forwarding through to the song he wanted. He sure figured out how to work the radio pretty fast. It'd take me days to learn how to program radio channels in and stuff. I looked over at him as he sat back. His smile made me a tad nervous. And then, round two: the music started. Well, I did have nice speakers.

"Ow,owwow, owwoww" started a female voice with a really great beat. This was another song I knew I wasn't going to be able to sit still to. He was already moving around, singing along. He knew every damn word. Oh my God. I'm going to die.

"He been gone (down) since three thirty..And coming home lately at three thirty

"I don't know who you think I am, I don't know who you think I am"....he sang along with a mock attitude as Rihanna was trying to convey. I love Rihanna!

"I'm super cool, I've been a fool...But now I'm hot and baby you gone get it"

"Now I ain't tripping ah, I ain't twisting ah ...I ain't demented ah! well just a lil bit, ah

I'm kicking asses, I'm taking names ..I'm on flame don't come home babe".........he was working it now, and getting all crazy up in my car. He looked so funny, I couldn't help but not be mad at him for the looks we were getting from people passing us by.

"I'm breaking dishes up in here...All night (Oh-oh)

I ain't go stop until I see police lights (Oh-oh)

I'm a fight a man (tonight)....I'm a fight a man (tonight)

I'm a fight a man....A man, a man, a ma-a-a-an

Okay, the song was funny, and it was kinda perfect. I should have been mad at him, but I wasn't. And if you can't beat em, join em. So he picked something that I could sing along to, befitting of the situation. I love this vampire!!

"I'm still waiting, come through the door...I am killing time, you know, bleaching your clothes

I am roasting marshmallows on the fire....And what I am burning is your attire"............and I had to. I had to sing. It was contagious. Infectuous. Sexy. I couldn't help it. Oh to hell with everyone else driving past us. Let them be jealous they ain't having fun like we are. I raised my arm up in the air and screamed my best girlie, "wooooooo!"

"I am getting restless...I am getting testy

And I can't believe he's always out every night and never checks in

Is he cheating? Man I don't know...I am looking around for something else to throw".............we were singing, bouncing off the seats, throwing hands up in the air with the music, and some people were smiling and enjoying our fun, and others were like, wtf? But, we didn't care. And with every chorus, we got louder, more animated, and more crazy. Can you imagine what someone in Felipes regime would think if they drove past? Or anyone else dealt with? He didn't care, so I didn't care.

"I'm breaking dishes up in here....All night (Uh-huh)

I ain't go stop until I see police lights (Uh-huh)....I'm a fight a man (tonight)"..........the car was shaking to our moving and shaking, and we were laughing and singing. It was just out of control.

"I don't know who you think I am (I am...)...(I don't know who you think I am)

But I really don't give a damn right now.....If you don't come I'ma gonna to huff and puff until

I'ma gonna to blow this blow this hole...I'ma gonna to blow this blow this hole ....I'ma gonna to blow this house house down!

Dishes! breaking! dishes! breaking! dishes!"............."

"breaking, breaking, breaking dishes"........we yelled the words loud and to the beat. It was like cruising your hometown with the top down, music up, and you and your friends having the best night being carefree and crazy. Suddenly he turned the volume down before it was over, and I saw the sign up ahead he'd told me to look for. Ramone's.

"Turn in, lover, we're here." I flipped my signal on, and turned into the parking lot. They were packed, so the food had to be good. I grabbed one of the two spots that were left, and pushed the button to bring the top up. I didn't want some idiot stumbling out drunk and puking in my car. I'd let Eric kill him. Seriously. Once the top was up, I shut the car off and looked at him. He looked at me in his best 'I told you so look' and hopped out. I opened my door and slid out as well. He was at the back of the car, looking it over. I shut my door and pushed the alarm set button. It chirped twice. Nice. I liked that. No one could mess with it without us hearing about it. He grabbed my hand, and we walked up to the front door. I was starving. I could smell the food as we neared the door, and my mouth started watering. Damn that smelled good. Smelled like steak and something else. He opened the door for me and we stepped into the dark restaurant. There was music playing, and dance floor and a pool room in the back. There were a lot of booths and tables, but only a couple were open. He led the way and motioned for me to do the 'ladies first' thing. I slid in and he followed. I was praying they had something good to eat. I was starving. I was also hoping it wouldn't take forever to get out of here. They looked real busy, and I wanted to get a laptop before Best Buy closed. But, as if in answer, a waitress came over to bring us two menus. One for Eric and one for me. Wow, a menu for, and then I looked up at her. I knew a Supe when I saw one. Cool. This was not your average place. I looked around, and saw that other vampires were here. The more I looked, I realized there were no humans dining or hanging out without either a vampire or a supe. Cool. I'd have to find out more about this place, but later. Right now, I only have one thing in mind: food.