Author's Notes:
Warning, this chapter contains strong sexual content and activity. Please if you are offended by this do NOT read this chapter. Also, this chapter is much longer than what I typically put out, this is not going to be standard, let's just say I was extremely inspired. ;-)
All right I know I said Tuesdays would be update day, but I just couldn't resist updating early. I am really excited to see all of your reactions to this chapter. I was so excited that I couldn''t wait another day. I have been sitting on this chapter ready to go for 4 days already. 24 more hours seemed like death to me. hehe. I can't promise that I will do Mondays every week, but next week I definitely will. Seeings how the next chapters (for this story and my other story The Dance *cough shameless plug cough*) are already in my editors hot little hands getting poured over for errors.
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Chapter 6:
Sookie's POV
I slept in an in-between state for some indeterminable amount of time, I'm not really awake, but I not really fully asleep either. Every now and then I would catch tidbits of quietly murmured conversations that I instinctually knew came from Eric and Godric. Although I could never quite grasp what they were saying, it was like being underwater and hearing the muffled sounds from above. Better yet it was like one of those darn Charlie Brown specials my brother used to make me watch as a kid, where all of the adults that spoke sounded just like a slur of murmurs strung together.
Being aware and unaware all at the same time is quite liberating in some ways. I must admit that I have never felt so at peace. It is truly amazing. I knew when they had taken me from the tub. I knew when they carried me into the bedroom being extra methodical in making sure I was dry and not chilled. I was aware as one held me while the other combed out my hair and pulled it into a loose braid that trailed down my spine. I was aware as they dressed me in another soft linen shirt, and I was aware as they gently placed me in the center of the large bed we previously sat upon. I let myself drift in this in-between state for some time, reveling in the contentedness that I find here.
They both lay with me for a while, holding me gently and whispering softly to each other and to me. I am finally drifting off into a deep sleep when I become suddenly aware that they have left the bed. Fear grips my chest that they have abandoned me, that Bill is going to come and take me again, and that this mysterious queen they spoke of is on their heels to ensnare me in some wicked web. I sit up in sheer panic, my heart pounding in my chest so ferociously, I can feel it in my teeth. A scream rips from my lips, as my eyes scan the darkened room looking for my unknown and unseen enemies.
Godric and Eric are back in the bedroom within moments sitting beside me, my scream barely having had time to quiet in the echoing space. They hush me gently, and try to calm my sudden panic at being alone. I throw myself at Godric's waist, begging him in between ragged sobs, "Please… please… don't go. Don't leave me. Either one of you, I can't bare it. Please."
"Little one are you sure?" Godric asks quietly as he strokes my hair. "I really think it would be best if you have more time to deal with all that has happened, before we join you in a bed."
"As remiss as I am to leave you lover, I have to agree with my maker on this. I think it is too much too soon for you."
I pull away from Godric's waist and look them both in their eyes and see only their complete sincerity and concern. I laugh loudly at both of them and throw my hands up in the air. "MEN!!!" I proclaim angrily pointing at the both of them to get my point across. "You know I'm not askin' ya'll to have sex with me. I am just askin' for ya'll to share a bed with me. I just… I just don't want to be alone. I need you, the both of you. Please, I need ya'll to hold me."
Their faces soften and without another word they strip and climb into bed with me. Godric on my left and Eric on my right, I try not to blush as I take in their suddenly very naked bodies. After all I asked them to join me in bed, and it isn't like we weren't naked in the tub together earlier. But at the time it hadn't really felt like a sexual situation to me. I'm not stupid, I know that being naked together in a tub could turn sexual, just as much as being naked in a bed, but when the three of us were in the tub it was all about them comforting me.
I also always viewed sharing a bed with someone as a much more intimate act than simply sharing a shower or a bath. I was never really sure why I felt that way, I just always did. It seems much more personal to share the space that you sleep in, somehow. At the moment I don't have any desire to have a sexual experience, but the potential and temptation are much more prevalent with us sharing a bed. I try to push that thought as far back into my mind as possible, as these two gorgeous men join me to sleep for the day.
They wrap themselves around me, in a tight cocoon of tenderness. Eric wraps himself snuggly first, as he scoots low on the bed, his head resting on my belly just below my ribs, his arm draping diagonally across me and gripping my thigh lightly on the opposite side, and his leg folding over and entwining my leg that is closest to his body. Godric rests his head gently over my heart, his arm resting across my ribs and coming to a stop with his hand resting gently on Eric's head, his leg entwine with mine, much the same as Eric's. Eric lifts his hand and then drapes it across both our thighs lightly, caressing us both with soft, soothing movements. I rest my left arm across Godric's broad shoulders and absentmindedly play with Eric's hair with my right hand. I sigh contentedly; this is perfect, this is right.
"Night, sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite," I whisper softly into the dark, with a small smile on my face. I used to say that to Jason every night before we went to sleep, and it felt nice to have someone to say it too again.
"The only thing doing any biting around here is the two big, bad, scary, vampires," Eric says playfully and nips softly at my belly. I squeal slightly with laughter and surprise at his little love nip. "Just let those bed bugs try and bite me. They would be in for a rude awakening, to say the least."
I laugh loudly at Eric's sudden silliness, never since meeting him would I have ever thought of him as 'silly,' Godric even chuckles lightly at Eric's playfulness. "Goodnight my lover, sleep well." He kisses my belly softly, in the exact same spot he had previously bitten.
"Good night my precious little one, sweet dreams," Godric says softly and kisses the spot above my heart just as gently as Eric had.
I squeeze them both gently and say, "Thank you, both of you, so much, for everything." I know that they respond to me, but I don't really hear them. I just drift off contentedly into peaceful oblivion, wrapped in the arms of my two strong, lovelyvampires, feeling completely cherished and adored for the first time in my, what feels like, very long life.
I slowly start to awaken to a very painful bladder, screaming at me to get my ass out of the bed and tend to its needs. Cracking open my eyes, I notice that I am in the exact same position that I fell to sleep in, tucked securely between my two vampires. None of us have moved an inch during the day; of course I wasn't entirely sure that vampires could move about during their sleep. For all intents and purposes they died when the sun rose, so they wouldn't be moving about a whole lot. My bladder let out another little yip to get my attention, so I figured I better get my butt in gear. The sooner I got it over with the sooner I could return to my nice snug bed.
I look down at Godric and Eric resting peacefully on me, and try to work out how I am going to get out of this bed without disturbing them. I reach down and grab a hold of Eric's shoulder, pushing slightly to try and roll him onto his back, but he doesn't move an inch. Damn. I push harder and still he doesn't budge. He is just too heavy, and with the position I am laying in there is no way to get enough leverage to move him. Maybe, if I can move Godric, I will have enough wiggle room to work my way out from underneath him. I turn to Godric and try to roll him onto his back, again with no results. Double Damn. I don't know why the thought hadn't occurred to me before we went to sleep that I might actually wake up before them and need to get out of the bed.
I raised my head as far as I could, and look around the room for a clock. Maybe I could wait it out until they arose for the night? I can't get a good look at the nightstands that are next to the bed - that is where I would keep a clock - but even if there was a clock there I wouldn't be able to get a good enough look at it, being that I can't lift my head and shoulders more than a few inches. I glance around the room, hoping that Godric perhaps has another clock somewhere in the room. I mean I wouldn't have more than one clock, but maybe he would.
"Ah ha, yes!" I mutter aloud, finding exactly what I am looking for directly across from the foot of the bed. A large analog clock hung on the wall, and it seemed to be quite extravagant in appearance from what I could see, and there were intricate carvings and filigree all over the outside of it. I squint my eyes slightly, trying to make out the time in the dim light. Damn, it is only 12:30 p.m., they weren't going to be up for hours yet.
Maybe I can go back to sleep? I close my eyes and try to fall back into a peaceful slumber. I try desperately not to think of rivers, waterfalls, and dripping faucets. The pressure in my bladder increases and I squeeze my eyes tighter trying to count sheep. I get to ten before I finally give up and decide there is no way that I am falling back to sleep. I have to get out of this bed. I wiggle and squirm trying to work myself upwards and out of their arms, an inch at a time. It is slow going, but at least I am making some progress.
"Sookie," Godric's sleepy voice says. I scream in reaction to the sound, not expecting to hear anyone speaking to me. It took a few seconds for my brain to click into place telling me to calm down; it's only Godric.
"How are you awake?" I ask, whispering softly, as if it is extremely important to keep my voice low, like you would in a church or a library.
"I need very little sleep and can rise during the day after just a few hours, but what are you doing little one?"
"Well, I am trying, quite unsuccessfully I might add, to get out from underneath the two of you." I huff. I was exasperated and tired from working myself even partially free.
He chuckles softly, "I can see this, but why are you trying to leave the bed?"
"Oh," I scrunch my face softly trying to find a polite way to phrase my response. "I need to, umm, powder my nose."
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Little one, can you not wait until we arise for the evening to apply your makeup?"
"Ughh," I huff, "no I need to… you know… tend to my human needs." I wave my hand in a small circle hoping he would catch my meaning.
He thought for a moment and a small smirk curved up the corners of his mouth when he finally put two and two together. That look stank of a similar look that Eric is always giving me; perhaps this is where he got it from in the first darn place. "Oh, I see, and you are currently stuck between Eric and I and are unable to remove yourself without all the wiggling."
"Yes, yes." I say exasperated. "Are you going to help me get free or not?" I am starting to get extremely irritated.
"Sorry, sorry," he laughs softly, "I must admit that I am a bit mischievous when I first wake." He sits up and pushes on Eric's shoulder, easily rolling him onto his back. Ughh, friggin vampires and their super strength. "Go on little one tend to your needs." He kisses my forehead lightly and lays back down. He could have at least gotten out of the bed to allow me to climb out, but no, mischievous my hinny. I think devilish is more the word he should have used in that sentence. I climb over the top of him to get to the edge of bed and I feel a sharp little slap on my rear.
I yelp slightly and glare down at him. "What was that for?"
"I couldn't resist." He shrugs. Yep, definitely devilish.
"Ughh, men." I mutter to myself, as I hop of the bed the rest of the way and pad across the room to tend my now very painful bladder.
I take care of my 'human needs' and go to the sink to wash my hands. Drying my hands on the small towel, I am startled by my reflection in the huge vanity mirror. There isn't a single trace of Bill's outburst, escapade, pummeling, whatever you want to call it, left on my face. I am truly amazed.
Vampire blood, it does the body good. I chuckle lightly, picturing a huge bill board with a little kid all lit up and shining like a beacon, a bright red mustache across her top lip, smiling at the world with her missing front tooth, and holding up a large glass of vampire blood. I snicker again; I am spending too much time with vampires, because my sense of humor is definitely taking on a darker tone.
I walk back into our bedroom, still laughing to myself with various celebrities dancing in my head to help promote the new 'vampire blood, it does a body good' campaign. I almost start drooling as a picture of a very sexy Vin Diesel pops in my head, wearing nothing but his blood mustache and a smile. If the VRA, or the Vampire Rights Association as most know it, did some marketing like this the FOTS would be run into the ground faster than they could say 'Dracula who?'
I had to climb over Godric again in order to get back into my spot. I am about to roll into my spot when I look down at Godric, and my breath catches in my throat, as I take in his beauty for the first time. It isn't like I hadn't noticed how handsome he was in the past, but I had never really just stopped and looked at him, appreciating him for the handsome man that he is.
I straddle his waist, suddenly glad that he is very dead for the day, otherwise my sitting in this position could become quite heated very quickly. I run my fingers delicately over every crease, crevice, edge, and mound on his face. Memorizing each feature to memory as if I am going to wake up tomorrow and have him, this, everything all be a dream. My fingers glide down his strong jaw, over his slender neck, across, his broad shoulders, over his well defined biceps and the tenderly over his chest muscles. My body begins to react to this very intimate act, and it doesn't matter that he is asleep; my body wants him, I want him.
"Little one, if you don't stop, I am not going to be held responsible for my actions." I shriek in surprise. Why oh why had I forgotten that he could wake up during the day?
"Umm… Godric… I'm… it's just that…" I mumble and my body squirms at being caught.
He grabs my hips rough and firm, yet gentle and sweet all at the same time, to hold me in place, pulling me tighter against his now stirring erection. I moan loudly, my head rolling back in a wanton display at the potential that is now between my thighs. Without a thought in my head, I lean forward, capturing his lips with mine, nibbling, sucking, licking the soft curves, begging for him to deepen the kiss, begging him to make more out of this moment. His mouth parts, granting silent permission for me to explore further. I quickly take him up on his offer, gliding my tongue past teeth, massaging his awaiting tongue with mine. We slowly fall into a rhythm, a slow sensuous dance, it isn't hurried, or pushing for dominance over the other. It is simple and perfect; it is like we had been doing it for years, a well choreographed number that brought the right amount of excitement with slow tenuous strokes.
His hands begin the slow pattern of squeeze, release, caress, on my ass and every time his gentle fingers caress me, I twist my hips just slightly. Grinding him into me gently, we haven't even done much and I am already so close, so quick. I pull back slightly and gaze into his dark chocolate eyes. "So close," I whisper, "only a kiss and you have me so close."
His hands slid up, grasping my waist softly and flipped me over, pressing me firmly into the mattress. "Are you sure you are ready for this little one?"
"Yes, please Godric, I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life," I beg.
He kisses me again, only this time, there is a restrained power behind it, firm and demanding, making me feel more like a woman than I ever have. His hands press firmly into my flesh, harder and deeper, his hips swivel roughly grinding against me in eager motion. I want to cry out, beg for release, scream my pleasure to the heavens, but all I can do is moan into his mouth. He eagerly eats up every single moan, as if it provides him nourishment, sustenance, as if it were the very air he breathes and the magic that gives him life
He pulls away from my lips, looking down at me with a wild hunger burning behind his eyes. I can almost see a fire dancing behind them and a shiver runs down my spine with that look. A look that is all male, a look that says very clearly, I am in charge and I have every intention of ravaging every nook and cranny that makes up your body. He grinds into me once, harder than before, my lips part and loud moan tumbles from them. "Sshh," he whispers softly into my ear, nipping it gently between his teeth. "Not unless I say, bite your lips if you have to, but stay quiet." I nod once in compliance.
He begins to rock his hip in a steady rhythm against me and it takes all my will power not to cry out. I bite my lip roughly, the taste of pennies floods my mouth, and a low growl escapes Godric's lips. Reaching out, he grabs the collar of the shirt I had been sleeping in, his shirt that he had so lovingly dressed me in, and tears it from my body as if it is made of tissue paper. "Beautiful," he says huskily, as he runs his fingertips over every inch of my now exposed skin. His hand rests gently on my breast and he leans forward. I can feel his cool breath tickling my ear and ghosting over my throat.
"Don't make a noise." He nips at my throat gently as he tweaks my nipple in unison with his bite. Oh, how I want to scream, him asking me makes the urge that much greater. I bite down on my lip harder and my head begins to thrash in the effort to comply with his desire. His grinding movements increase and the rhythm of his fingers on my nipple match his well placed thrusts.
"Now little one, now, cum for me right NOW!" My lips part in a silent scream, as my body is forced to comply with his demand. Thrown over the edge, and onto the other side, I had never experienced anything so powerful before. Even though my body should be clearly sated and relaxed, I could feel another orgasm threatening on the edge of my consciousness.
Without even realizing it, Godric picks me up and has us across the room and firmly braced against the far wall. "Such a good girl," he says softly, positioning himself at my entrance. "You listen so well, and your body sings for me." He pulls my hips down, thrusting me upon him. My head flies back hitting the wall hard behind me.
He finds a steady rhythm, pushing into me hard and deep, as he lifts my hips and drops me back down on him over and over again. I am trying so hard to listen to him, to obey his wish to remain silent. This is different though, this is a whole new level of ecstasy and I am having trouble containing myself. I cling to him desperately, digging my nails into his shoulders and allowing my head to hit the wall, trying to do something, anything, to concentrate enough to keep myself from screaming for him.
"Do you want to scream for me little one? Do you want to call out my name, as I push your perfect little body into ecstasy?" he growls into my ear.
I couldn't find the words; I knew if I let any sound come out it would just tumble into an endless symphony of moans, screams, and pleas. I nod in affirmative, begging with my body language for him to allow me the pleasure.
His entire body stills, and no matter how hard I try to move my hips to continue our interaction, he holds them firmly not allowing me to move a muscle. "Say it little one. Tell me you want to moan my name, beg me to let you."
"Please Godric, please let me moan for you." I beg, my voice trembling with my need.
"Do it, scream for me Sookie." He pounds into me, rougher than before and I obey him completely. I scream, and moan, whimper, and beg, calling out his name, and thanking God for every ounce of pleasure Godric is bestowing upon me.
I feel the fire rise up within me, threatening to consume me from the inside out, with the pleasure that is rocking me to my very soul. Just when I don't think I can take it any longer, he whispers in my ear roughly, "Now Sookie, now." I throw my head back as he sinks his teeth into my throat, the warm wash of my orgasm pours out as the cool rush of his own orgasm rushes in. The overwhelming sensations threaten to be too much, and I feel darkness creeping at the edges of my vision.
Godric chuckles lightly and says, "Breathe little one, breathe." I take a long ragged breath and I almost laugh at the absurdity of it. I hadn't even realized I had not been breathing; holding my breath because I am so overwhelmed with pleasure is entirely new for me.
Godric cradles me to him, kissing my forehead softly, and walking us back to the bed. After we have settled in, him spooning in behind me, kissing the nape of my neck occasionally and wiping the small locks of hair that were sticking to my forehead away, he says softly, "I will never let you go little one. We just fit together too perfectly." He kisses me again at the base of my neck, sending small shivers down my spine.
Pulling the blanket up around us, making sure I am tucked in firmly, he says, "Sleep now little one. Sleep and have beautiful dreams." And that is just what I did. I slowly drift back to sleep, completely exhausted and content.
"Sookie," I feel the gentle brush of fingertips across my face and I slowly start to come awake. "Lover, it is time to wake." I stretch my body and revel slightly in the pleasant soreness left over from my earlier escapades with Godric. Again I feel the gentle caress across my forehead and cheek, accompanied by Eric's soft voice. "Lover, I know you are awake. Open your eyes. It is time for us to prepare for the night."
My eyes flutter open and I see Eric smiling down on me softly. His face is inches from mine and there is nothing but tenderness behind his eyes. I smile up at him and he kisses my forehead. "Hey honey," I say quietly, my voice so full of happiness I feel like it is going to burst from my fingertips. Taking a quick look around the room I notice that Eric and I are alone. "Where's Godric?"
"He had some things he had to attend to before we set out tonight. He left us here all alone." Eric wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and I laugh at his brazenness.
His smile grows and I can see the love behind his eyes. He looks at me for a long moment and then his lovely expression turns into a frown. "Sookie, why do you call me that name? Is honey not a sugary concoction made by bees that humans use to sweeten things?"
I couldn't help but to laugh. "Yes Eric it is, but I use it with you as a term of endearment. You call me lover and you don't see me complaining. It's a pet name. You do know what a pet name is, right?" Maybe he had never used a pet name before. I would have thought otherwise, what with him calling me lover all the damn time.
"Of course I know what a pet name is, but why do you call me honey? I do not think I like this endearment. I most certainly do not fit that description, while you, on the other hand, do fit the description of lover. Come up with another term of endearment for me," he commanded. At first I am appalled that he is ordering me around, but the look of seriousness on his face makes me want to laugh. He is so stern and upset by the idea of being called honey.
"First, it doesn't really work that way, you don't get to choose what your partner calls you as a term of endearment. And second, I do not fit the description of your lover. We have not had sex." Eric opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water and I wave off whatever smart ass remark he is about to make. "And if you push me you will have no chance of becoming my lover any time in the foreseeable future." His mouth snaps shut quickly with a very loud click of teeth.
"Now, since we are new to this," I wave my finger back and forth between the two of us, indicating our relationship, or whatever this was between us, "I will acquiesce to your request and we can try out different pet names, until you find one that you like. Agreed?" I fold my arms over my chest and wait while he visibly weighed his options in his mind.
He nods once and says, "Agreed."
"Good." He leans forward and pecks my lips softly and I smile at him. I think about a few different names. "Hmmm… there's darling, dearest, or sweetheart?" I ask, counting them off on my fingers as I went.
He shakes his head roughly, "No, no, and seriously? Bill used to call you that all the time and every time he did my skin would crawl. Besides, I definitely do not want to be reminded of Bill every time you address me."
"True, I used to shutter when he would call me that as well, but I just want to give you all of your options." I tap my chin lightly in contemplation. "Hmmm… baby?"
A stern look crosses his face, and if I didn't know any better I would say he was offended. "Sookie," uh oh my name and not lover, he is definitely offended. "I am over one thousand years old. I am by no means a baby of any kind. I am all man!"
I really want to snicker at that, I mean, could he be any more caveman? "Well slap your chest and call me Jane."
"What?" he says, obviously baffled and missing the reference completely.
"Nothing, never mind, ummm… babe?"
"That is hardly better than baby, now is it?" He scoffs. "It implies the same thing that I am but a child, or worse a pig of some sort."
"Precious?"
"What do you take me for, some nancy boy parading around in tights that sings or worse, some mutated hobbit who pines away for a lost treasure?"
I laugh softly at that, "Oh I know, this one's good, and it's so cute. Pooh Bear." I smile largely at him and he clearly is becoming more and more frustrated.
"I am definitely not a child's loving, cuddly, dim witted, honey eating, plaything. Be SERIOUS!!!"
I hold my hands in front of me in surrender. "Okay, okay, umm… Boo Boo Kitty Fuck?"
"SOOKIE! Where on Earth did you learn such a phrase and why on Earth would you wish to call me such a vile, un-lady-like term?"
I shrug and simply say, "Kevin Smith."
"Who is this Kevin Smith and why have you allowed him to corrupt you?"
"Seriously, you know about The Labyrinth, Lord of the Rings, and friggin Pooh Bear, but you don't know who Kevin Smith is?"
"Those are different, they are institutions. Who is this Kevin Smith? I will hunt him down and teach him a lesson for teaching you such obscene terms."
I snort with a mixture of laughter and disbelief at him. "I would hardly call Pooh Bear an 'Institution' but hey, whatever you have to tell yourself to get through the night is no skin off my nose." I laugh lightly. "And Kevin Smith is one of the funniest, most talented, most brilliant writer/director/actors of our era. I must admit I am a bit of fan girl for his chubby, adorkable butt. I bet he wouldn't mind being called Pooh Bear." I smile.
"I do not have to tell myself anything… fan girl… Pooh Bear… Kevin Smith!" He sputters nonsensically.
A huge grin spreads across my face. I don't think I have ever seen him so flustered before. "Being called honey doesn't seem all that terrible at the moment. Now does it? HONEY!" I snicker wickedly and his eyes narrow down to mere slits at my comment.
"Oh, you are an evil, wicked woman." I snort again at that, he kind of asked for it. I mean really what did he expect? Demanding that I change his pet name, the very idea is ludicrous and arrogant. "Do you know what happens to wicked women lover?"
The mirth of the moment drains from my face and I watch him raise his eyebrow questioningly. "What?" I ask softly almost afraid to know.
He leans closer to me as if we are sharing a conspiracy of some sort, lowers his voice to barely more than a whisper, and says, "The typical punishment is they get tickled within an inch of their life until they beg for mercy and then they get a nice hard spanking." He winks at me.
"You wouldn't dare." I narrow my eyes at him in disbelief.
He cocks his eyebrow again. "Really?" He says, with that damn assured, cocky look, plastered all over his face. "Is that a challenge?"
I jump into action and roll off the bed quickly running away from him and around the room, laughing and giggling the whole time. He follows close on my heels laughing loudly as well, his warm laugh reverberating down my spine causing me to laugh even harder. He chases me around the room, at human speed, grabbing out for me every now and then, only to let me evade him for a little longer. My face burns with heat from the combination of smiling so much and running around the room, and my breathing becoming harder and harder with each passing moment.
I am just about to turn to him calling an end to our shenanigans, when he swoops me up in his arms and launches us onto the middle of the bed, pinning me gently beneath him. A serious look spreads all over his face. "I believe someone is owed a tickling for teasing me so mercilessly."
"Don't" I laugh harder, "I swear Eric I will get you back if you do."
"Ha! What will you do?"
"Aww HONEY don't be like that." I snicker.
"That's it, wench, it's a tickling for you." He tickles my ribs and hips and that spot that always gets me right below my butt. I scream and twist and try to get away, but mostly I just laugh. My heart feels so light and I am so happy being so playful with someone. "Do you yield?"
"Yes, yes." I beg breathlessly. He leans forward and licks a long cool line up my neck blowing his cool breath up the same trail he had just laid forth. I shudder softly.
"Say it Sookie." He nibbles softly on my throat and I can't stop myself from letting out a small whimper.
"What am I supposed to say again?" I ask in a breathy whisper, except this time it is for an entirely different reason than laughing.
"Say," he kisses my neck softly, "I yield to you Master."
I scoff at him. "In your dreams."
He pulls the tender flesh of my throat into his mouth, rolling it softly between his teeth and circling it lightly with his tongue. "Yield lover," he whispers lightly.
"I yield… HONEY!" I laugh loudly.
"Oh that's it you wicked women, time for round two of your punishment." Flipping us quickly so that he is sitting on the edge of the bed, he turns me over his knee and rubs my butt gently, in firm circles.
"Don't Eric," I giggle, looking over my shoulder at him.
"So stern." He scrunches his face into a serious expression, clearly trying hard to be serious. It isn't going very well, I can see the laughter just on the edge, ready to burst forth, his lips twitching to contain his smile. He raises his hand, and I squirm against him.
"Don't Eric, I swear I'll…" but what I was going to do I never had the opportunity to say, because he brought his hand down quickly on my butt, in a series of four quick swats. I scream out, it is the weirdest combination of pleasure and pain that I had never before experienced.
"Aww, lover," he says softly. "Did that hurt?" Once again he repositions us quickly, so that I am lying on my belly spread out across the mattress, with him kneeling at my side. He places a quick kiss, over the heated sting that is still lingering on my ass. A small moan of appreciation slips from my lips.
There are no more words, there is no more playful banter. Before I have time to even realize it, the mood between the two of us had shifted dramatically. It is just Eric and I, a man and woman who care for each other, locked in a natural exchange of tenderness.
He slowly kisses his way up my spine and over my shoulder blades, cold open mouth kisses that leaves a trail of fire on my skin after his lips have moved to the next spot. He rolls me onto my back and looks down at me, hovering just inches above me. None of our flesh is touching and yet it feels like every inch of my body is pressed beneath him. He stares at me for but moments, but it felt like a lifetime, his cool gaze taking in every inch of me.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Sookie," he says to me softly. My natural reaction is to scoff at his statement in disbelief. I really want to bite out some smart ass remark about the improbability of that statement; for surely in all the time he has been walking this Earth he has seen women far more beautiful than me. I want to call him a liar, but tell him thank you for the compliment, even if it was false. I open my mouth to do just that, but just as I am getting ready to let my doubts fly out unbridled, I get a good look in his eyes. He is serious! I can see it in his face, the truth of his belief is etched all over his face. The very idea that he is sincere causes my breath to catch in my throat and hot tears to trickle from my eyes.
"Oh lover, do not doubt your beauty to me, not now, not ever. You are precious to me and I will do anything for you," he says softly, and I almost giggle when the thought pops into my head; who was the mind reader in this relationship?
He kisses my tears away, and slowly kisses his way down to my lips. When his soft lips finally reach their destination, I am truly amazed. His kiss is soft, sweet, tender, and loving, almost reverent in its delivery. There is no demand, no force; he is simply showering me with his affection. I would never have expected that from him. Whenever I had allowed myself to have the random thought about what kissing him would be like, I had always pictured his kisses to be strong, forceful, dominate, and rushed with fiery passion, much like Godric's kisses had been earlier. I never in my wildest dreams had I expected him to be tender, and dare I say it, loving.
"Let me love you Sookie," he whispers softly against my lips. "I promise I won't hurt you, ever."
I am not really sure how to respond to such a statement. It seems like just yesterday, hell it is just yesterday, that we were enemies. Now, we are so much more. My head spins with the complete change in our dynamic, but there is no way I could deny him. Him and Godric both just fit in my life, they fit me perfectly, they complete a part of me that I had never known was missing.
"Oh Eric, please, nothing would make me happier." I finally respond brushing my lips across his, in a feather light touch. A huge smile spreads across his face, and I am reminded of staring into the sun. His features are so happy, so bright, that staring into them for too long could blind you with their brilliance.
He kisses me again, slowly sliding his hand up and down my body, caressing every curve and contour. "So perfect," he says softly. He kisses his way down my jaw, ghosts over my ear, lingering for but a moment on my neck, across my collarbone, and stopping at my sternum. His tongue flicks out licking a long line between my breasts, and he makes what only can be described as a "nummy" noise in the back of his throat.
He turns his head and kisses one nipple lightly and then the other and then back again. Over and over, until I want to scream and beg for him to do more, than just lavish me with kisses. He pulls one nipple into his mouth and rolls it gently between his teeth, causing me to cry out and almost come undone with that simple movement. He releases it suddenly with a loud pop and turns to the other, lavishing it with the same attention. Ending his movements in the same manner as he had the first time, back and forth he continued the same pattern over and over. I cry out and grip his hair, arch my back, and squirm heavily underneath him, chanting his name over and over in a prayer of thanks.
He moves away suddenly, and I groan from the loss of the contact. I can feel his smile against my skin as he kisses my ribs, slowly making his way down one side and then coming back up and repeating the motion on the other. It is like he is determined to kiss every inch of flesh that I possessed, and I was more than ready to allow him to try. He kisses around my belly button and then works his way over to my hipbone, adding teeth and tongue, pulling my flesh into his mouth. My whole body shakes with the prolonged ecstasy of it.
He moves down further, kissing the inside of my thigh, and when he nips it gently my shoulders jerk up off the bed with the pleasure of it. "Oh God Eric!" I scream out to him and he chuckles darkly at my reaction to his well-placed love nip.
He settles himself between my thighs and kisses my curls lightly. "So good Sookie," he whispers softly as he takes a very deep breath, obviously breathing in my scent.
His tongue darts out quickly swiping over me, my body rocking with the sudden contact and then lack thereof. "Gods, you even taste perfect lover," he says, his voice lowering a few octaves. His tongue slowly rides me, working me into a frenzy with his strong steady strokes and twirls. My head falls back and I sob with the immense pleasure he is bestowing upon me. Closer and closer I climb, and I can feel my muscles begging to clinch preparing for release, when all the marvelous sensations he is giving me is ripped away.
I scream in frustration, snapping open my eyes, only to find him hovering just inches above me. Without a word he grasps my thigh firmly in his hand and pushes into me, once, twice, three times and I come undone, screaming out his name. His body stills as he lets me ride the waves of pleasure, until they are nothing more than mere twitches, here and there. "I had to be looking down on you as I made you cum for the first time," he says huskily, as he slowly begins to work his hips again in a steady rhythm.
"Next time though, next time I will drink up every delicious drop your body pours forth for me." I don't respond. I mean, what do you really say to the man who tells you he will enjoy drinking up your cum, as if it's a refreshing drink?
I nod my head and close my eyes, enjoying my second steady climb to climax. "No, Sookie," he says softly, "don't close your eyes. Look at me, look me in the eyes and watch as I make love to you." My eyes flutter open and I watch the deep emotions play behind two endless pools of blue. Just that look, the tender care, the passion, causes me to cry out, forcing my release to be impending. Every stroke of his body feels like he is reaching in and touching my soul.
I want to hold on to this feeling so badly. I clench my teeth tight, forcing myself to hold off my release, trying desperately to prolong this exchange. Eric brushes the hair from my forehead and kisses me softly. "It's okay Sookie, let go, just let go," and I do just that, screaming my release, as I watch him reach his own.
We just stare into each other's eyes for a while, neither of us moving, neither of us wanting to separate from the other. We were locked together, as close as two people could become, and the moment was truly perfect. I really want to say something sweet, something sentimental, and something that can explain the depths of emotions that I am currently experiencing. Yet, no words come; no words are really adequate enough to explain what I am feeling.
He winks at me, a mischievous smile playing across his lips. "I know," he says softly, pecking my mouth gently with his.
"You know what I just realized Eric?"
"What is that lover?" he says softly leaning on his elbow and kissing the tip of my nose.
"You didn't take any blood, is there… I mean… how come…"
"Sshh lover, we don't have to exchange blood every time we make love. Sometimes it is just about the act of being intimate itself. The two do not have to go together, they just often do for my kind. It won't be every time that I abstain." He kisses my nose quickly and we finally separate. Both of us groaning with complaint at the loss of the other, and he says, "Go take a shower lover. We have much to do tonight and little time to accomplish it all."
I pout slightly. "Aren't you going to join me?"
"No," he chuckles. "If I join you we will never make it out of here. Go on now, go." He grabs my waist and lifts me from the bed, placing me on my feet and slaps my ass lightly to get me moving.
I laugh lightly. "All right, all right, I'm going." I hear him laugh loudly as I gently pull the bathroom door closed behind me. I roll my eyes, and shake my head. "So glad I could be amusing to you," I mumble under my breath, and I hear another loud peal of laughter coming from the bedroom.
"Damn supes and there damn super hearing! You better make sure I have something pretty to wear by the time I get out of this shower mister." The only answer that comes is another loud chuckle.
Washed, dried, and squeaky clean, I emerge from the bathroom only to find the bedroom completely empty, except for a gorgeous royal blue silk sundress laid out on the bed. Next to the dress, is the cutest, blue lace thong I have ever seen, and matching lace corset, as well as a matching pair of high heels. I slip into the panties, pull the corset down over me, and adjust all my tidbits into just the right place, when I realize that there is no way, I am going to be able to get the darn thing laced up on my own.
"Godric," I call out to the room. I know he is around here somewhere, this outfit sang of his tastes. Eric always struck me as a red kind of guy as well as making sure I expose every inch of skin possible while still being classy. This dress was simple, yet classy, a halter style, with a sweetheart neckline, that would show an ample amount of bosom. The bodice will be fitted perfectly while the skirt flows outwards from bottom, in what I like to call the perfect twirling skirt. You know, one of those skirts where you can't help but to spin around and round because it would twirl out perfectly showing every inch of leg without showing more than just the slightest glimpse of ass. Enough to tease the senses of any male, without being slutty.
"You hollered little one," he says softly from behind me. Catching my waist in his strong arms and kissing my shoulder lightly.
"I didn't holler, ladies don't holler, but yes I did call for you," I giggle. I turn my head and kiss his awaiting lips. "Mmm, missed you when I woke up."
"I missed you as well little one, but there was much to do, and I thought that you and Eric would appreciate a little alone time." I shake my head lightly, Godric was being Eric's wingman, I don't know why I should have expected any less. He kisses my nose lightly and says, "Now, what is it that I can do for you?"
"Well, the undergarments are lovely, but there is no way I will be able to lace myself up into this darn corset without any help. Care to give it a shot?"
He takes a step back, bows dramatically at the waist, waving his hand in a little rolling gesture, "Your wish is my command milady."
"Why thank you kind sir," I say through a bout of giggles and mock curtsy at him.
A small smile plays at the edges of his lips and I can tell it is taking all of his will not to burst into peals of laughter. "Brace yourself against the bed post while I lace you up, little one. Of course I would much rather be taking off your clothes than putting them on, but alas there is no way around it tonight."
"Well…" I laugh lightly as I brace myself against the bed. "I could always go out sans clothing, I am sure we could turn a few heads that way."
He growls lightly as he pulled the first lace tight, and I grunt softly with the suddenness of it. "I do not think so, little one."
I roll my eyes. Ughh men. Can't live with them, can't live without them, and now I have two. Sweet baby Jesus what have I gotten myself into? "So what is on the agenda for this evening sweetie?" I ask softly, cajoling his wounded male ego that was oh so damaged at the thought of my appearing naked in public. Ughh, sarcasm much, I bite my lip roughly, to keep the burst of laughter from escaping my lips.
His nimble fingers pull, caress, and tighten all at the same time as he quickly laces me up in the darn corset. "We have much to do tonight, unfortunately. We have a meeting with Nan Flanagan tonight. We need to discuss all that happened with the FOTS and we also have to figure out what is to be done about Bill and his venomous Queen. Depending on what is decided in the meeting, you, Eric, and I will need to discuss our options and where we wish to go from here."
"So, politics, Bill, and personal. Sounds like loads of fun."
He kisses my shoulder softly and pats my rear. "All done, lift your hands and I will help you into your dress." I lift my hands and he slips the dress over my body, smoothing it into position as it settles over me.
Grabbing my hand he leads me over to a vanity that is tucked into the corner of the room. I raise an eyebrow at his reflection asking a silent question and he just shakes his head. Lifting a brush, he sets to work styling my hair into an elaborate updo, with twists, and turns, and flashy ribbon, intertwined here and there.
"It won't be all bad tonight little one. I am quite looking forward to our discussion on what to do about our relationship. After this afternoon, I have no intention of letting you go anytime soon. The only real decision that will need to be made is if we are here or in Louisiana." He gives me a heated look, and I can feel as well as see a bright blush creep over my features.
"What about Eric? What about his position in area five? What about my job, house, and car? How will the three of us work? Are we all going to live together or…" He raises his hand to silence me, cutting me off from the myriad of questions and doubts that are suddenly sweeping over me.
"We will work all of that out tonight. Do not worry little one. Everything will be fine. I know that Eric and I are both willing to make a lot of concessions when it comes to you. We just need to sit down and work out the details." He kisses the top of my head lightly and I sigh in contentment. How did I get so lucky?