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Chapter thirty-six

Eric's POV

"You are not wearing that" I couldn't control those words from leaving my mouth the second I see Sookie enter the room. You see, most men would say 'hey, you look stunning' or 'wow'; me? I have to be different; I have to sound like an asshole who is offending her despite the fact that she looks fucking hot. How can I keep my hands to myself when she's dressed like that?

"Why not?" she demands, her hands on her hips as she pops one hip out in your classic 'annoyed chick' way. But all her doing that did, was inch her dress up her leg slightly; if I just move my head slightly lower down from where I am sat I might be able to catch a glimpse of the underwear she is wearing.

"You look too fucking hot to be going out with me. For one: you'll make me look bad. For two: you'll have all the men ogling you and I will not be held liable for my actions. And for three: how do you expect me to keep my hands off of you, and away from your pussy and breasts while we're out if you are dressed in that little number?" I think I had some very valid points there. After all, she is dressed in a pastel pink mini dress that comes to above mid-thigh and is slightly open at the front.

"That's the whole point, you're not supposed to be able to keep your hands off of me" she grins at me seductively. I bite my lip as I try to urge away my hard one, I refuse to spend the rest of tonight sporting a hard on, at least not until I come home, away from the public and paparazzi, where only Sookie can witness the tent building in my trousers. Maybe going commando wasn't such a good idea after all. But I guess old habits die hard. Just like my hardened cock.

"You're such a fucking tease" I grumble as I get up, I cannot help but wonder what type of lingerie she has on underneath. But those types of thoughts should be locked away and never be allowed out; I don't want to make love to Sookie tonight. It's not because I dislike her or hate her or don't love her or anything, it's just that with the miscarriage and everything…I guess I just don't want to push our luck, plus her poor cervix isn't going to want pounding into by my dick straight after the loss of a baby. And now that thought has brought on a dark shadow over sex. Great. Maybe we can just stick to oral for now. I have a perfectly good mouth and tongue to use, not to mention my fingers. Then there is always dry humping if we want that physical thrusting feeling of our privates. Is it bad that these thoughts are making me feel like a horny, perverted teenage boy with a huge crush on a girl he'll never ever get?

"Eric, you aren't perverted. Horny – most likely. But perverted? No. Anyway, you did get the girl. And I'm proud to call myself your girl"

"Shit, did I say that out loud?" okay, now I'm just being a stupid fucker. Of course I said it out loud otherwise Sookie wouldn't have said that. Unless she's a mind reader. My mind chants at me, only causing me to tell it to piss off. There is no one on this earth who is a real, proper mind reader. It's all just a con. Just like those supposed 'psychics' who can supposedly 'see into your future'. I was brought out of my ridiculous thoughts by Sookie's light laughter, I love hearing her laugh. It has been a while since I heard her heavenly laugh. Pussy whipped bastard.

"Would you like to be naughty and have a sneak preview? Or be a good boy and wait until later?" she probes, her eyebrow slightly raised. Fucking. Tease.

"I always thought of myself as a hard-core bad boy" I smirk at her, her hand inching her dress up to show me her panties. And, oh my, I think I may have just orgasmed. She has on this red open crotched thong and on the top of her pubic bone there is a red butterfly design that is basically all the panty there is. I can actually see her pussy. All I would have to do is press her up against that wall and fuck her senseless. No, Northman. My mind chastises me. I wonder if I could sneak under the table at the restraunt and lick her out, or at least sit close enough to her so that I can finger her. Just to prepare her and give her a preview of what she will be getting tonight. Despite the fact that sex is most likely out for the next few days, despite what Sookie wants. I do not trust myself; I know that once my tip hits that pussy I will most likely slam all the way into her with force. I don't want to do that, not after this miscarriage of one of our children.

"Come on, get your sexy ass out that door right now before I do something I shouldn't" I grumble, only making her giggle as she walks out the door, me following out behind her like a lost puppy. I am so screwed. The drive to the restaurant is quick and the second we get there I shoot round the car so that I can help Sookie out of the car. Her soft hand resting in mine as I lock the car and guide her inside; it isn't as busy as they tried to make it out to be on the phone. But to be honest, either way, I would still have brought my Lover here because this is one of the most romantic restaurants in town, plus this place keeps the paparazzi and craved fans out for me. I made sure to book us a table away from everyone else, just so that I can have some privacy with Sookie; the table we get shown to is set out perfectly. Exactly to the description I gave them. They have chosen out a little booth for me where the couch around the circle table is red and they have placed a cream table cloth over the table. They have put a vase is the middle of the table where there is a bouquet of yellow tulips. There is a meaning behind them, and I'm pretty sure Sookie knows the meaning. I remember her saying that she enjoyed gardening and loved the meanings each flower had.

There are also candles set on the windowsill near our table; I asked for us to be near the window, but for the blinds to be pulled down to stop paparazzi.

"Eric this is so beautiful. And the flowers…So thoughtful" she gushes as she throws her arms around me in a hug, her dress inching up slightly, causing me to pull it down a bit, my eyes watching the male waiter who showed us to our table. He is paying my Lover far too much attention for my liking.

"Sit down, Lover" I insist as she slides herself into the booth, leaving me plenty of room to slide in next to her.

"Can I get anything for you?" the man probes, his eyes lingering on Sookie's breasts for far too long.

"Yes, we will have a bottle of wi- no, we cannot have that. Hmm…"

"Eric, if you want alcohol, feel free to get some. It doesn't bother me, honestly. I'll just have a glass of orange juice please. Oh, can I also have the salmon dish please?" she smiles at me, the waiter writing down her order. I hate that I cannot woo her with fancy wine anymore. I will have to find a different tactic.

"I will have a cider and a steak dinner please" I order, figuring I can try something different today. Usually I order a beer, but I fancy having cider for a change. Once the waiter has gone I pull Sookie closer to me, my hand stroking up her thigh until I get to her crotchless panties.

"Eric…" Sookie warns me, but I take no notice of her as I caress her folds, not entering her and purposely avoiding her clit. I love teasing her.

"I take it you love the flowers?" I murmur in her ear before nipping at her ear lobe as I allow two of my fingers to slide into her. I wasn't joking earlier when I was contemplating fingering her in the restaurant. If she didn't want this, then she shouldn't have dressed in that dress or shown me her underwear. She was asking for it. Or pleading.

"How can I not? They mean hopelessly in love" she breaths as my thumb makes contact with her clit, my eyes darting around the room to make sure no one is watching us.

"Does that prove my love to you? Or do I need to do more?"

"You do not need to prove your love to me. Just you being here with me, telling me that you love me is enou-" she catches her breath as I find her G-spot.

"I love you" I whisper as I start to slowly move my fingers in and out of her, her hand coming to rest on mine, preventing me from carrying on.

"I love you, too, Eric, but I'm…" she trails off, uncertainty in her voice.

"I can understand if you don't want me to touch like this..." I begin to trail off but Sookie immediately removed her hand off of my hand; giving me back my freedom. Oh sweet pussy, here I come (no pun intended). I glide my fingers further inside of her, her legs opening slightly so I can slide my fingers deeper into her.

"Oh, God" she murmurs as she buries her head in her hands, trying to hide her moans as I pump my fingers in and out of her faster.

"Do you like that? Do you like it when I finger you in the middle of a restraunt?" I tease her, as I swivel my fingers around as I pump her. Giving her the ultimate pleasure.

"Yes, yes I love it" she mumbles through a moan, that's when I notice the waiter coming over with our food and drinks. I quickly stop pumping my fingers and instead opt for just rubbing her sensitive nub, this way it only looks as if my hand is resting on her thigh – although rather high up – rather than me trying to bring her to orgasm in a public place.

"Here you go. Enjoy your meal" the waiter tells us, smirking at me as he gives me a knowing look.

I raise my eyebrow at him, but he just grins and walks away; I know he knows what I am doing. But I must admit I am thankful he didn't say anything, that would have been mightily embarrassing, plus I would have punched him in the face for ruining the moment. Before I can dwell on that thought for too long, I start to move my fingers inside of Sookie again, enjoying the feeling of her wetness around my fingers. She is so wet for me. And in a public place as well. What catches my attention next is when I see Sookie pick up her knife and fork, with complete composure, you wouldn't believe I was fingering her with the way she is being so calm. She cuts a bit of her salmon and pops it into her mouth, a moan being elicited as she chews on it. That's when I realise she's doing it so that it looks to others that she's enjoying the food here and not moaning out in pleasure as her orgasm hits her.

It must have taken a lot of effort for her to not scream out when she came. By the time she's finished coming and she's come back down from her high, she pulls my hand away from her womanhood; moving my fingers so that they are in front of me.

"Suck" she orders seductively; I do exactly what she wants, finding this sex kitten side of her fucking hot. I wonder if this side of her will come out to play later when I plan on licking her out properly, and not just fingering her a little. I wonder if I can persuade her into some kinkier things…after all we do have a cupboard full of sex toys. Including a dildo and vibrator. As well as a few toys for myself. Plus toys for us to use as a couple. They should be fun to use when we're ready for proper sex again.

AN: Here is the link to Sookie's dress:

http:/www(dot)styledesigner(dot)co(dot)uk/evening-and-party-dresses/open-front-two-layer-pastel-pink-halter-mini-dress(dot)html

And here is the link to Sookie's underwear:

http:/www(dot)lingeriediva(dot)com/crotchless/crotchless-panties/red-madame-butterfly-open-crotch-thong