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Chapter 37
"I still think Bill was the one responsible for killing Tina," I grumble to Eric under my breath as we make the walk back through the cemetery towards the house. "It had to have been him..." On the subject of Tina, I realize something; She never came back alive all feral and bloodthirsty when Eric had tried to make her that night. Gosh, that night seems so long ago. "Guess you aren't a new maker to a cat after all."
"Yes, I guess not. I figured it wouldn't have worked; Turning a cat into a vampire, but I believed it was well worth the try at the time."
"Hmmm." Once we get up to the house, I unlock the door, while Eric shoves his way inside, his shoulders tensed like he is ready for a fight. All in all, I can't blame him, I suppose.
Now that we knew for sure that Talbot had werewolves after us, Eric's little safety precaution in inspecting the house was very much needed.
Closing up the door and taking a little safety precaution of my own in locking it up securely, I rush around, switching on all the lights inside the house. Far as I can tell, nothing seems out of place or as though we've had any intruders. When I double back, I find Eric standing in my kitchen near our pantry.
"Anything?" I ask, though looking at how relaxed his stance now is, I'd say we were fine for tonight, at the very least.
He shrugs, looking me over. "Nothing. Everything seems as it was. For now."
"Good, then. Well, I'm gonna go get changed."
His voice stops me, grabbing my attention. "I should probably show you something, Perky," Eric says, sounding a bit anxious.
When I spin back around to look at him, he looks just every bit as anxious as he sounds. What for, though?
"Show me what?" Now I'm feeling a little scared.
He doesn't answer verbally; He pulls open the latch on the old-fashioned pantry and I feel my breath hitch in my throat. There's a door there that most definitely wasn't there before. I think I'd know my own house. He pulls that door open too, then steps aside to allow me to go first.
"What the hell is this?" I ask in shock when I inch closer. It isn't so much another room, but there's a ladder that you have to crawl down to get under the pantry. This definitely wasn't there before. "Um, did you do this yourself?"
"I did for a couple of nights, while you were sleeping." He made renovations to the house while I was sleeping? You'd think I must be an extremely heavy sleeper not to hear what was going on, but apparently I had. "Go down the ladder."
"I'm not even so sure I'm wanting to?" It looks dark down there. It's like a pitch-black hole. I don't even know how low it is and how long the ladder goes on for.
Eric makes a deep noise of impatience. "There's nothing down there that is going to hurt you, Perky. You really think I'd make you go down there if there was?"
I guess he has a point there.
So, steeling myself, I turn around before grabbing onto the side railings of the ladder. Every careful climb I take down the ladder, I feel scared as all hell. My heart is beating loudly in my chest.
"Why isn't there a light or anything down here?" Just as I get that irritated question out, surely enough, lights go flickering on, blinding me momentarily. Before, it had been too dark on the way down. Now, it's far too bright. After my eyes slowly adjust, I peer down below me. Apparently, I've been freaking out over nothing, because my shoes are an inch or so away from touching the ground.
I let them land on the ground before spinning around nervously, still blinking heavily.
And what I see is... Holy ass.
Eric sure has done a whole lot of renovating. It's a big area with a concrete ground and no windows, but lights.
To his credit, there isn't any grotesque blood paintings on the walls and there isn't any signs that he has held an orgy in the room recently.
But this certainly gives the term 'man-cave' a whole new meaning.
I feel my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and no doubt, that's exactly how I look, when Eric's shoes make a loud noise as he thunks down fluidly next to me. Apparently using the ladder is not his style, but... damn. When I look at him with my eyebrows arched in question, I notice he looks a bit nervous, like he's worrying what I'm going to say or how I'm going to react. Really, I have no idea what to say or how to react logically right now. When Eric said he wanted to show me something, well, I sure as shit was not expecting this.
Instead of a bed, there's a coffin lined with what appears to be red suede fabric. Except its bigger than the usual coffin you get at your funeral; It's obviously built for two people. A woman and her hubby so that they can rest in peace together.
I look around the room, then back at Eric a couple of times, probably even gaping, while I'm at it.
"Um, okay," I breathe once words seem to find me. "I guess someone's been busy making themselves a man-cave in my grandmother's house, haven't they?"
I feel a sting of betrayal hit me. How dare he not tell me? Then after a moment of it finally sinking its way in, I realize I couldn't care less. If this means we'll be sleeping in a bed together- and I mean bed, in the loosest term of the word- like a normal couple, then so be it. I'm all in.
"Well, this is very... nice," I say, when I realize Eric is just staring at me, probably waiting for me to voice my outrage. Outrage is the least what I feel, though. Well, I did a few seconds ago, but...that was then, and this now. "You really did all of this by yourself?" I ask, unable to conceal my surprise. And amazement.
Eric knows how to build and renovate. Who would have thought it? Then again, he is a thousand year old, isn't he? That's a lot of time walking the earth. No doubt, he'd be a master of everything. Who am I one to be so surprised?
Eric leans back on his heels, making a deep noise of what sounds like confusion. "So that's it?"
I blink at him, feeling my mouth twitch. "Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, here I was, expecting and waiting for a shit storm to happen from you. Yet this is all I get?"
"You actually want me to unleash a shit storm on you? Is that what you're telling me? You'd prefer for me to react badly?"
Eric shrugs, seemingly feigning nonchalance as he looks around at his work himself. "I'll be honest with you. I was expecting it, especially with how you got when I revealed to you that I had bought the house."
"Yeah, and I'll be honest with you," I reply hastily, "There was maybe the tiniest moment there where I was freaking out, but... after a moments thought, I think this is actually great."
"Great?" he repeats skeptically. "You think this is great, Perky?"
"Um, yeah. Because then it means you can stay over for the full night, and that you won't have to leave before the sun comes up." Oh-oh. Sappy alert. "I think I could definitely get used to waking up next to you, cheesy as that sounds." I'm on a roll now, so why clam up now? "And, besides, after everything that's happened these past few nights, I think sleeping next to you is exactly what I'm needing right now." I look at our bed again, feeling slightly daunted. "Even if it is in a coffin built for two."
Surprising me, Eric's hand traces down my shoulder to my arm and when I turn sideways to glance up at him, I'm caught off-guard by how... predatory he is looking at me somehow. Were we on the same page about his man-cave right now? When he steps closer to stand directly in front of me, towering over me with a grim look on his face, I'd say apparently not. Why do I get the weird suspicion that he is going to murder me all of a sudden, but in the most heavenly of ways?
"Um, is something wrong?" I croak out, searching his face.
"I almost very nearly killed that little meatball tonight." The words are barely audible, and all of a sudden, I get his sudden change of mood. Ah, so apparently we were back onto that poor little boy tonight in Merlotte's, the one I'd used as part of my plan to get Eric jealous.
"Yes, and believe me, I'm aware of that. I think I caught onto that myself. Like I said, I'm sorry."
"Did he touch you?" Eric's hand runs slowly down my arm again, before he trails his fingers down the front of my shirt. It's oddly menacing, the way he is touching me. And hell, a total turn-on, I may as well admit. "Did he kiss you, Perky?"
I make a noise of disgust. Who in their right mind would want a little boy to kiss them? Let alone let them without being aware of the consequences that go along with that?
"Um, no. Like I said, it's called pedophilia. Little boys aren't exactly my kind. I like my men full-grown and so old that they could be relics."
Either way, Eric doesn't look too convinced, although surely he has to know that I'm telling him the honest to God truth.
I force myself to look him directly in the eye, even as his hand goes lower, his fingers stroking between my legs over my shorts. The fabric is just thin enough that I can feel it through them lightly, and I may be wrong, but it seems to take the desired effect that he is working for. Hot moistness gathers there in my panties. But my God. What is happening right now?
My entire body jerks in shock uncontrollably when suddenly he kneels down without warning, running his big hand up and down my thigh while a very primitive sound escapes him. This seems like staking a claim to me. He's reclaiming what is his, which is silly, because I think I'll always be his.
Still, I know better than to move. I try to stand as still as possible, letting him have his moment. I'm still not entirely sure what this is all about. But after a second, I think I about get it. It makes me laugh breathlessly.
"Screw me sideways if I'm wrong, but... it seems to me like somebody might still be a little jealous?"
He doesn't answer, but he makes another noise as his mouth comes close to my knee, almost kissing and brushing against it in a way that makes goosebumps pop up all over on my skin. I'll take that as confirmation enough, though.
"Hmm," I say, very thoughtfully. "I think jealousy might very well be an emotion that suits you then." Aside from the urge of killing and ripping people's intestines out, of course. Then again, its relieving to know he feels that strongly for me.
"Well, Perky, I have to say that I myself am not too fucking fond of the feeling." Eric's voice is dangerously low and menacing. "You're mine." His hand is still moving up and down my leg, caressing me, in a surprisingly light and sensual way.
"Yes, I am," I say, yet again, without hesitation. "I'm your Perky and only yours. No one else calls me Perky, but you."
"No one else is allowed to," he corrects me grumpily. "No one else but me." His voice hardens, and it dawns onto me then just how much so that I've seriously hurt him by playing around and pretending I was interested in that little boy.
He is still seriously mad. Dangerously mad, and he's trying to make me pay- in a way that is so very delicious. Instead of feeling frightened and as though I ought to cringe away, I find myself excited. Maybe even sickly excited, in a terrible way.
"And you're mine," I say back, trying to sound just as forceful despite the shaking of my body over what he is doing to me. "You're mine and mine alone. You and your fine butt."
"My Sookie." For once, he sounds like he is on the verge of laughing. "Always an ass girl."
"Damn straight. You better know it, too."
When he leans back slightly to glance up at me, all that playfulness that was there in his tone is gone. There's something boiling up in his eyes as he stares at me, something bad; A possessive grumpiness. Who am I kidding? Hasn't he always been particularly grumpy, ever since the first night we'd met? Why should I be so unnerved now? Something inside him is going to break any second now. Any second now, a dam is gonna burst, and I know it.
To my utter horror, Eric stands abruptly, his hands fastening onto my shoulders. Not too hard exactly, but hard enough just to get the point across. Like I'm a rag doll that can easily be pushed around, he starts steering me backwards, almost effortlessly. My feet obey in treading backwards blindly, until he pushes me down on something that feels strangely cushioned and soft. When I glance behind me apprehensively with a gulp, I realize its only just the coffin-slash-bed. Oh, thank goodness.
Sitting on the edge of it with my spine straight and stiff, I hear myself gasp in shock when Eric spreads my legs apart before disappearing again. Just when I'm wondering where he has drifted off to and I'm getting too concerned, he yanks down my shorts, taking my underwear along with them.
"Um, what are you-" I get out fearfully, before I learn the answer to my question then.
Before my mind even has the time to understand it, Eric's putting my legs around his shoulders and suddenly he is down there between my legs with his mouth. A deep lick with his mouth makes my knees tremble and go weak, and without any control on it, my legs clamp around his head while I lean back on the bed, not scared anymore so much as aroused.
"Eric," I manage to get out shakily in surprise. My legs clench around him again and color floods my face. "Wait. Stop, hold your horses just a minute. I know you're mad at me for intentionally getting you jealous, but I..." The words die in my throat as pleasure settles its way in, this intense euphoric feeling that incites me to arch off the bed against him.
"No, Perky." His voice is almost a deranged growl that comes between my legs. "No, my Sookie. There is no stopping, not now." His tongue lashing out against me stresses that point on home, and I very nearly shout his name to the high heavens.
Screw stopping now.
If this is a way of Eric punishing me and reasserting his claim, well, damn, I'll take it every single night of my life if I very well could. Thank God he's a vampire that is practically indestructible, because my thighs tighten and clench around his head so tight I'd have been likely to either suffocate or dismember him otherwise.
It feels very nearly like I have been slapped though, when suddenly Eric stops what he is doing while untangling my legs from around his skull. It's the worst feeling in the world, and I feel like going potty-mouthed on him for stopping brutally on me, leaving me an aching, desperate mess as I heave for air. How dare he!
"You butt munch," I get out in annoyance, when he simply looks down at me, almost in a smug and satisfied way. "How dare you stop like that after getting me all hot to trot? I wouldn't ever- Oh." I mash my lips together tightly to stop myself from going on, when Eric makes it known he actually doesn't have any cruel intentions of leaving me waiting anytime soon.
He pulls his shirt off over his head and flings it carelessly on the floor of his man-cave, then his hands go to the front of his jeans as he unzips them hastily before stepping out of them. Mr. Commando, as per usual. Right now, I'm mighty thankful for that. One less article of clothing to get off... less time for him to leave me hanging.
"Guess I better make it even on both sides then, shouldn't I?" I say with a fake little sigh, reaching up to tear my shirt off my overheated and flushed skin. "Guess I better take this little ole thing off, too," I say, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra as well. As I doff both articles of clothing somewhere on the floor carelessly, Eric stands still for a moment, stark-naked, looking me over appreciatively.
I look him over too, finding a huge amount of enjoyment in doing that. Gosh, I don't think I'll ever get tired of him. I don't know if he feels that way about me but... All I know is the way he looks at me, his face slack with arousal or something else, I get the feeling that he does.
When at last he climbs over me on the large coffin bed, our bodies and bare flesh rubbing against each other. I reach down, raking my fingernails down his sides, feeling hard cold skin, aching with the need for him to be inside of me. To feel him inside me completely.
He makes another deep noise in his throat as he pushes my legs apart, sliding inside of me finally, and once fully sheathed, he pauses for a moment, his hands on either side of my head, just staring at me. It's embarrassingly intimate, just making eyes at each other while we are connected in such a way.
Bringing up my hand, I rake my fingers through the side of his hair, then he leans down to press his lips to mine, in a demanding and almost consuming way. Like he is making sure my mouth knows it belongs to him. His fingers curl into my hair, gripping and fistful of it, and when he starts to thrust, my mouth opens as a very blissful moan escapes me. Eric only takes full advantage in letting his tongue enter my mouth, swirling it around and against mine as he thrusts out and into me again, and again, setting a quick pace.
I cry out while Eric moans, his back arching as I cling to him with my hands.
He moves quicker in a way I never thought possible, almost in a way that makes me hurt, a pace hungry and rough, like he is fully determined to make every inch of me, from my head straight down to my toes, to my brain and my heart, know that I am his and that I will never belong to anyone else but him.
As I meet him halfway as much as I'm capable of, I think I'm doing the same thing, reassuring him, that he is every bit mine, that he belongs to me just as much as I belong to him.
As that blissful feeling nears- that thrilling feeling of orgasmic heaven- I feel a peculiar hot tingling in my fingertips. Through all the intense, mind-numbing pleasure, I lift a hand, glancing at it. Sparks. Yellow sparks start cracking from my fingertips, and as we find a completion, we both cry out our names together, only Eric lets me know it's a mixture of both pleasure and pain when he suddenly jerks against me afterwards with a low oath.
When I bring my eyes to his face, I realize he looks pained, like I've just hurt him. But how?
"What the fuck, Perky?" he rasps out in shock, moving away from me to sit up on the coffin mattress. "You just zapped me?"
Breathing heavily, I peer back at my fingertips. There's no spark or glow there anymore. "My... my fingers just sparked?"
"What?"
"I swear, my... my fingers just sparked with light when you gave me that orgasm!"
"What?" I can tell Eric doesn't completely believe me. He takes my hand in his, inspecting my fingers closely. "Well, they look fine to me?"
Maybe it's just a trick of the light then? Maybe the orgasm had me seeing things? Hell, if I know.
"Never mind then." I smile at him tentatively, eager to forget it. Surely I must have been imagining it just then. It had looked real, though, strangely enough. Felt real too, that tingling in my fingers
Rolling on my side, Eric shifts down closer so that he is lying with his stomach against me, an arm coming around me and holding me tight to him. I still can't get over what just happened then. I'm not that crazy, at least, I'd like to think I'm not. Why would I hallucinate something like that happening?
My eyes start to feel heavy, as my breathing slows and calms. Something about sex seems to make me feel incredibly tired and relaxed afterwards. At least I have Eric to snuggle with for once, even if he does think I hurt him just then. Which I wasn't even totally sure how I did.
When I wake a couple of hours later, something is pressed against my back, something cold and hard. A muscular, pale arm is wrapped around my waist, almost possessively.
When I hear someone whispering and muttering furiously in a quick language other than English, I realize its Eric, and I remember where I am just then. I smile, closing my eyes again, content with being in bed with him. Then it occurs to me that Eric is talking. And if he isn't talking to me, since I've been sleeping, who with then?
He sounds like he is arguing with someone, while he lays curled length-ways around me, our legs tangled together. While I turn slowly on my back while blinking in confusion, I see we're alone. There is no one else in his man-cave but us both, and Eric certainly isn't talking on his phone.
He spits something that sounds rude out to the wall behind his shoulder before turning back to glance down at me. I think I about automatically realize who it is then.
"Godric?" I guess, hardly surprised at all. I guess I am well used to Eric fighting with his maker while experiencing one of his visions now. "Is everything okay between you two?"
Eric searches my face for a moment before shrugging. "Godric's just pissing me off," he says gruffly.
"Hmm, believe me, I noticed as much. I think you yelling kind of tipped that off." I smile at him gently before reaching up to cup his cheek in my hand. Eric closes his eyes briefly for a moment, before reopening them.
"How would you like to be my wife?" Eric asks uncertainly, literally out of nowhere. It's like something he has carelessly blabbed out, without thought.
It takes me a very long moment to regain use of my tongue as I stare up at him, stunned. Am I still asleep? Am I dreaming right now or what?
I snort out a laugh. I still feel too half asleep to know whether this is real or not. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?" I get out slowly. "This is a big dream, you asking me to be your wife, isn't it?"
For a vampire who sure loves to avoid saying anything remotely romantic half the time, he has managed to knock it out of the park with this one.
"No, this isn't a dream, Perky," he replies almost instantly, his eyes searching mine deeply. It's then I realize how tense and rigid he is holding his body, like he is almost readying himself for me to reject him. "This is fucking real. See?"
As if to convince me, Eric reaches down and twists one of my nipples with his thumb and forefinger playfully. I definitely was not expecting that from him either, and I laugh out loud while batting his arm away. He grins at me, then immediately sobers, his lop-sided smile dying as he waits.
"Well, how would you like to be my wife?"
Honestly, I've thought a couple of times about how my wedding would have turned out, mainly when I was younger. The whole big dream wedding, with the white cake and huge dress, and my groom, who was this nondescript person. We'd get married, buy a house with the whole picket white fence thing, then I'd pop out a few babies. This one, where I'd be marrying someone like Eric, well, crap... not once did I ever imagine that happening.
My heart swells with overwhelming emotion. He really wants me to be his wife. He actually wants me to be his wife!
This would be so far from what I had dreamed of, when I was a young girl.
Honestly? This one was way better than any dream I ever could have had, about where my life would have turned out in the future.
Hope your still enjoying the story and that it brings in a few laughs? Sorry if its too out-there and crazy :P