Sookie awoke with a start. She was sweating uncontrollably and her heart was racing. She ran her hands under the sheets and between her legs to see that she was wet but probably from the dream she had just had. None of it could have been real right? She turned to the left to see Godric, he had been sleeping but he too awoke when he felt Sookie's sudden fear through their bond. He laid there watching her.

"Are you alright Sookie?"

"I'm fine."

Godric wasn't convinced.

"Did you have a bad dream?"

"No, not necessarily bad…." She slapped her hand over her face in embarrassment. Of course it was a bad dream, how could it have been a good one. She was being passed between maker and child...again. "….yes, a bad dream."

Godric eyed her suspiciously.

"About what may I ask?"

"About you…."

At this Godric sat up. He pushed the blankets away and Sookie's eyes fell down on his lower half. He was naked, she was sure of that, but it was too dark to see "anything". She wanted to though, oh god did she want to. She wanted to rub her hand over it, grab it, and make him scream her name for once. She smacked her head again, shaking it to try and erase the thoughts that were only provoked in the first place because she had been having a wet dream about Godric AND his maker.

Godric had had enough of watching her continue to hurt herself. He grabbed both of her hands and pulled her to him. She lay against his chest breathing hard.

"Sookie what is the matter? Why are you acting this way?"

"The blood Matthias gave me that night…." She topped unable to go on as her lower areas began to heat up uncontrollably. Godric caught the scent of her arousal but refrained from releasing his fangs.

"You are having dreams about him?"

"Yes, I'm having dreams about the both of you, with me, you know…together. Like you, me, and Eric."

Godric stared at her and frowned. He didn't like this one bit.

"Sookie…" He whispered. "He is my maker, and as much as I despise him for what he has done to you, there is nothing that I can do. What's done is done, his blood in you has made him a part of you. He will know what you feel, what you think, and what you dream about always."

"But…" Her voice cracked and Godric buried her face in his chest to muffle her cry.

"Shhh….his intentions are not bad. He will not try and take you from me. This is something that I am going to just have to coax you through until his blood begins to wear off."

"What if his intentions are bad? Then he can take you from me right?"

"Yes if he wanted, but again I don't think that is in his agenda."

"But you don't know for sure," Sookie was in hysterics over the whole thing. Her emotions were torn enough when it came to Eric and Godric but now it seems that Matthias is being thrown into the mix as well. "He could go against his better judgement, and your assumptions and he could take me. How do you know for sure that he won't?"

"Because he is my maker Sookie. Now please calm down."

Sookie stared at Godric, she didn't mean to upset him.

"I have known him for over two thousand years, he is not known for manipulation and treachery. He knows when a woman is taken and he understands that you are mine. Now please calm down, if not for me then for our baby."

Sookie began to breath normally again. Anymore of her hysterics and she would have been hyperventilating. Godric's eyes traveled to where her arousal was still steaming and he cocked an eyebrow.

"Are you going to be okay? Or would you like me to fix that?"

Sookie followed his gaze and tried to cover herself up a bit better. Godric laughed and yanked the blanket out of her hands.

"Lie down." He ordered and she obeyed.

He took the part of the blanket that was still covering her and he slowly began to pull it away from her body. She took in a deep breath as she waited for him to reveal her naked body. Godric watched as her round and supple breasts, a bit larger due to her pregnancy, stared up at him. He ran his free hand over them and she arched her back into him, allowing a whimper to escape. The side of his mouth perked up into a cocky smirk as he watched her body beg for him. He pulled the rest of the blanket from her body and he bent down and began to place kisses all over her. Sookie moaned out loud. They weren't soft kisses, they were hard, and rough, she felt him nipping and sucking at her skin as he made his way up her body and back down again. His hands roamed every curve and explored every inch of her. He got to her belly and his kisses grew soft, he wanted to be gentle to her womb. He softly ran his hand over it and smiled. Sookie had her eyes closed but she knew he was smiling. Then he went further down, spreading her legs for him to gaze upon her entrance. She inhaled a deep breath and placed a hand on his head. He went in and licked her clit, Sookie gasped.

"Sing for me."

It wasn't a request, nor a demand. He was speaking to her body, not her. Needless to say when he began to make love to her womanhood with his mouth her body did sing for him. She gripped the sheets, arched her back several times, rocked her hips to the rhythm of his mouth, moaned, whimpered, eventually screamed. She sang for him alright. Eventually her surroundings began to fade out and everything around her went black. She had fallen back into complete bliss. The night carried her away and she slept peacefully for the remainder of the it.