I don't own any True Blood characters.
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The band got together daily after the holiday to line up their album songs, and then they were busy after that working on the recording. They seemed to be up early every day and working later every night, and Travis and Carli would fall into bed exhausted. They all were best friends, but when it came to the perfect album, they didn't always agree. There were often heated arguments and emotional break downs on Carli's part, since she always tended to get too caught up in her music as it was. Travis was often the one who calmed her down there or later at night, where they would usually end up making love to distract each other from it. She knew that he was falling in love with her, if he was not already there, and she felt guilty when she would continue to act like she was as well. It seemed right for the band at that time, and she was in Chicago where she could focus on her life there.
She still kept in contact with Eric, when she could without being caught. It was not part of the lie she was living there. She would text him on the rare time she was out and about on her own, or when Travis was asleep before she was. She called him when she had more time and she was alone, so worked up in lust that just his voice could make her have an orgasm. She craved him. She wanted him. He threatened to come to Chicago to see her, and keep her locked up in his hotel room so they could fuck over and over. Carli always told him no. She knew that Travis loved her and that he would be hurt sometime, and she wanted to prolong that as long as she could hold it together. She was a little shocked when a friend asked for her vocals on a song back in New York, and also learned that Travis would be staying and helping out someone there with some stuff. She agreed, but she knew that she would be far too near temptation to not give in.
Travis took her to dinner the night before she left, and they dressed up for it. It was a special date. He expressed his sadness at her going without him for the week and she assured him they would talk when they were not busy. Carli ate dinner and smiled through it, holding his hand tightly as they walked to the car. He pulled her to him for a long hug, kissing her deeply by the car as she teetered on her heels. "I love you, Carli." Travis told her softly, and she smiled and kissed him softly. "I really mean that I am in love with you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"I love you, Trav." Carli told him, and he stared at her with confused eyes. "I do. You're my best friend." Those words hurt her the most. Losing him as a boyfriend was not as tragic as losing him as her best friend. Carli knew that she probably never should have crossed that line with him now. They went home and she unzipped her bright pink dress slowly and slipped it off as he stepped up behind her. He slid his hands over her bare back and around to her nipples, kissing her neck. She moaned and he pinched her slowly as he hurt her more. She reached behind her and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall as he grabbed his cock and stroked it with her hand. He was hard and ready, and soon she was on the bed as he crawled between her legs and entered her. They were alone that night, and he made it count as he took her hard and deep and made her cry out with it. Travis looked down at her and pulled her feet over his shoulders , entering her deeper as she grunted.
"I wish I could come. I miss the apartment, and being alone." Travis told her softly, as they both recovered. "I miss the Thai place."
"I will be there for you every night, no doubt." Carli told him, and sighed.
"I was thinking that maybe we could find a place together when you come back, Just us. We could keep the New York place too, but I think we both like it here." Travis said, and her heart froze for a moment. "I want to be just us."
"We'll see what we can find when I get back." Carli told him, and snuggled against him to hide her face. They fell asleep and she woke up to the alarm, groaning as he hit the snooze button. "Airport." Carli mumbled, and kept her eyes closed.
"Coffee." Travis mumbled back, and she laughed as he kissed her head. They managed to get up and get some breakfast before he kissed her goodbye at the airport. She hoisted her carry on over her shoulder and waved at a few fans as she walked to her gate, falling into her seat gratefully. She needed just another little nap. Carli's eyes drifted shut as they took off, and she opened them with the hard landing in New York. She blinked slowly and sat up, looking out of the window. She found it sadly ironic that she had left here feeling confused, and now she was landing the same way. Carli grabbed her bag and walked through the airport, only seeing a couple people that recognized her for a change. She was a little thankful as she sound a cab and was soon on her way to the apartment. The city was beautiful and called to her to come back, and she watched the buildings with wide eyes as they drove past them. She heard the radio show with an repeat that featured her and Travis playing low over the speakers, and she smiled sadly as they laughed together. They could always laugh together. She didn't feel like she was in love with him, and that they would be together through marriage and time, and that bothered her. Her was great and good to her.
"We're here." The driver said, and she blinked and looked at him. She handed him some cash and got out, walking into the building as she glanced around. The elevator was slow and empty as it took her to her floor, and she walked up to the door with a sigh. Last time she was here, she had run away from it with Travis's bleeding heart in her hands. Now she was back alone, and not sure of how to feel. Carli loved Chicago. She loved being around her family and friends, but New York had presented her with a feeling that was hard to ignore. She unlocked the door and walked inside, setting her bag down and turning on the heater to warm it up. New York was just as cold as Chicago right now, and she hugged her jacket close as she waited for the heat to penetrate the room. She was meeting her friend later that day, having told him that she wanted to get to her apartment first. Carli unpacked and hung up her stuff, and put the rest where it belonged. Travis's words echoed in her mind about living between Chicago and New York together, and she blinked as she ran a hand through her blond hair. The streaks were burgundy now, done by her favorite person back home before she came. She figured that a hot shower might do the trick, and she took her second of the day. She straightened her hair and did her make up a little bit, and ran down to her favorite coffee shop before she needed to head to her meeting. Carli walked in reading a text from Travis, and glanced up at the line. She got into it and looked around to see a few empty tables, and finally ordered her coffee. Carli took it to a table and continued to play with her phone, listening to he buzz of the customers and workers as background noise. She realized it was time to go, and stood up to leave slowly, glancing back the line. Her eyes lingered on a man with slicked back blond hair, and she thought to herself how much he looked like Eric from behind. He turned and met her eyes, and she realized it was Eric. He slowly left his place and walked to her, and her breath caught in her throat.
"You're home." His words were simple, but his eyes were not. There was longing in them, layers of regret, and a warmth that nearly burned her skin. He had known that she was returning, but had not wanted to pressure her into seeing him right off of the plane.
"Got here a few hours ago." Carli replied, and looked away from his mesmerizing eyes. "I have a meeting now."
"Dinner later?" Eric asked, and she bit her lip as she looked at him. "I would like to talk."
"I will call you." Carli told him, remembering how much that simple act had hurt her at one time. She smiled briefly and turned to leave, feeling a warmth spreading through her body that she had missed. The throbbing between her legs would be inconvenient, as well as the moisture pooling into her underwear, but it reminded her of how he had made her feel. She met her friend and went over the song, and they were ready for studio time the next day. She headed back out onto the street and realized it was dark, and how late their conversation had gone. Carli heard her phone and she answered it to talk to Travis for awhile, walking back towards her apartment. She teased him that she was eating Thai for dinner, and he laughed and told her that he loved her. She said it back, knowing who she was calling next. Carli hung up and her stomach growled, and she sighed. She made the next call, and was soon carrying a bag of food down the street to Eric's apartment. Privacy was everything. She entered the building and hurried to his door, and he opened it with a smile.
Memories struck Carli as she walked inside, and she took a ragged breath. The times with him and Pam flooded her mind, and the way that she had felt made her head hurt. The sounds she had heard over the phone filled her mind next, and she gasped. Where had they been? She took a look around as he took her gently by the shoulders. "It's OK, Carli."
"I just remember so much. I'm sorry." Carli apologized, and he tilted her chin to look at him. His eyes were sad as he looked at her, and he stroked her cheek with one finger.
"I hurt you that badly. I had hoped I didn't, but I suspected." Eric murmured, and she stared at him. "I love you so much, and you are hurting because of me."
"I'll survive, Eric." Carli said, and he took the bag from her and set it down on the counter as he stared at her. He slid one arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, and their eyes both showed their desire as they locked gazes.
"Are you very hungry?" Eric asked her, and she heard her stomach growl again.
"Starving." Carli replied, and he slid his hand into her hair gently. They kissed each other at the same time, and she felt the electricity shoot through her painfully at the contact. Lips parted to give way to tongues meeting hungrily, and she met his eagerness with her own. He broke the kiss, breathing deeply as she opened her eyes, and smiled.
"Let's eat something and try to talk." Eric told her, and she felt his lips brush hers again. He went into the kitchen for plates and silverware, and went back for glasses and wine as she brought the food to the table. Carli pulled off her jacket and set it on the couch, appreciating the fire for a moment as she tugged off her layers. She was down to her skinny jeans and a close fitting burgundy sweater, and he eyed her appreciatively as she walked over to him. "I enjoy watching you peel off your clothes down to this. I have missed watching that." Eric told her slowly, and she raised one eyebrow.
"Last time I did that, it was all of my clothes." Carli said, and he smiled.
"I remember well." Eric noted, pouring the wine as she sat down. They fixed their plates and she looked at him as she took her first bite, taking in the new hair. "Like it?"
"Yes, I do. It is different and not near as much fun I am sure, but it looks good." Carli replied, and he smiled.
"I lime yours as well. I always did though." Eric told her, and she laughed. "You're beautiful, Carli. I have missed you."
"I missed you. But you know that." Carli said, and sipped the wine again. She really just wanted to down it. She sighed and looked at her plate. "There was so much wrong with us already when I was here last. Why did you sleep with her…with them?"
"I told you. I was hating the fact you were leaving." Eric replied, and she gazed at him with cold eyes. "OK. You need to know everything then?" Carli nodded slowly, and he sipped his wine very slowly. "We were working with our new employee and ended up staying at the event and having some drinks. I don't typically do that, and this time was not at all a good idea. I knew you were leaving, so I drank more than I normally would have. I think it was Pam's idea to go to my place afterwards, and suddenly Nikki was in my lap and we were kissing. She made it very clear that she was a willing partner, and I thought I could forget my pain through her. I…well you know what happened. Pam had her turn as well, and I can at least say that it turned out well for her. They are living together and seem happy now. I only have regrets over it. I could have been making love with you and trying yet again to make you stay. I suppose you fucked him around then for the first time?"
"The following night." Carli said, and watched the pain cross his eyes.
"I could have prevented that. Now he is in love with you, isn't he?" Eric asked, and she nodded. "Are you?"
"I would not be here if I truly was. I love him and I know how fucking good for me he is, as well as how good he is to me. Travis is great." Carli said, and looked back at her plate as she took another bite. "But he isn't you, which is sad. He would never do the things you have done, or hurt me the way that you have. He will ever only love me."
"Carli." Eric said, his eyes a dark blue with the hurt displayed in them. "I do love you."
"Probably. I love you too. But we constantly fall back into a pattern." Carli told him, and shook her head. "Is it worth it?"
"I want it to be. I wish I could take so much back, but we cannot. It is done and over. I made a lot of mistakes, but meeting you threw me into something I had never felt. I have never been in love like I am with you." Eric took another drink, as well as a deep breath. "I became so out of control with you. I loved fucking you, and so did Pam. Why the fuck did we combine the two? I don't know."
"Is she in love now?"
"Something close to it." Eric replied, and Carli nodded with a smile.
"She deserves that. Pam is a good person, if not a bit unstable at times." Carli said, and he smiled.
"She is. I just wish I had never touched her and that we could be what we were." Eric said, and Carli looked at him. They finished their dinner quietly, and Carli carried her plate to the sink after taking the last sip of her wine. Eric followed, asking her if she wanted more, and she nodded after a moment. They took their glasses to the couch and she stared at the fire for a long moment, feeling him move closer to her to stroke her hair. She closed her eyes and shivered, and he slid his fingers down the back of her neck. "Cold?"
"Not exactly." Carli replied, and he pulled her against him. His scent overwhelmed her, and she inhaled deeply so she could memorize it. "It's you that makes me shiver."
"I can warm you." Eric assured her, and she felt his lips on hers again. She kissed him back as passionately as she had at the door, and found herself on her back on the couch soon. He slid between her legs easily, grinding his erection against her wetness as she moaned into the kiss. His hand slid under her shirt as the other wrapped in her hair, sliding over her bra very slowly as she whimpered. "Are your nipples hard for me? Is your body wet for me?" Eric asked, thrusting harder against her. His hand slipped under her bra and found his answer, and she cried out as he pinched her. He lifted himself enough to tug her shirt off, and ripped the bra from her body. She gasped as his lips met her skin, teasing and taunting her with his mouth and tongue. "I want to taste you.. I want to fuck you." Eric told her, and she felt him move his hands over the jeans where her thighs met. She whimpered as he brushed her against the denim, and he watched her face. "I want to take these off."
"We could still stop, Eric." Carli told him, desperately trying to hold onto her last bit of willpower and reason. "We don't have to regress."
Eric's lips were back on her nipple again, drawing it into his mouth and against his lips. "Don't we?" She arched her back and offered him more of herself, and he bit gently. "I love your nipples. This is the most beautiful part about your body."
"Too small." Carli argued, and he chuckled.
"Not too small. Perfect actually." Eric dismissed her words, and pinched her other nipple. He sucked hard on the other one, and she could not argue as she felt his hands unbuttoning her jeans. "You know what my other favorite part is?
"Hmmmmm?" Carli asked, feeling herself becoming very naked. He stroked her as she moaned loudly, and spread her legs apart further, and kissed down her stomach.
"This. Your wet pussy. I love that as well." His fingers moved eagerly and she found herself crying out with the pressure as she felt herself begin to orgasm. "Cum for me. I want to taste it." She did and loudly, and he watched her as she shook with it. He moved between her legs as she recovered, and she felt his tongue across her sensitive clit. He licked and sucked, and bit down gently as she came that way. He slid his tongue inside of her, and she moaned weakly as she lay still on the couch. Carli felt like she could not move and she closed her eyes as she felt her body explode again. "Miss me, Carli?"
"You know I did." Carli said, and turned her head. "Did you make her cum like that?"
"Are we going to go there?" Eric asked, and she stared at the wall. "Does he make you cum like that? Does he fuck you the way you like it?"
"He does just fine. He likes what you have made me." Carli replied, and she met his gaze.
"What have I made you? I merely opened up a part of you." Eric assured her, lifting his shirt off as she watched with hungry eyes. "I made you realize how open you really are. I was not there forcing you to let a girl fuck you in a club, though I find it very hot." Eric stood and removed his jeans, bare underneath, and so hard. "I'll bet he likes that too. I'll bet it gets him hard for you."
"Of course." Carli said, and Eric stared into her eyes.
"Come to my room." Eric said, and she stared at him. "I want you in my bed, Carli. I want my cock in your mouth." He held out his hand and she stood up with him, and walked to his room with heavy legs. This was really happening, and she groaned as she felt herself pushed back onto the pillows as he mounted her and slid himself into her mouth.
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