Authors Notes:
Hey all, sorry to keep ya waiting. I am so far behind on my schedule with this fic and with the other one that I am working on. That week off just kicked my butt, sure I have the excuse of being sick but still. I want to continue to release both my stories on the same day so that is why this is coming out so late. I almost decided to just wait until Tuesday so that I was back on schedule sort of, but I just couldn't resist releasing the new chapters after I saw this back from my Editor this morning.
Speaking of which, everyone give a big hand to my beautiful wonderful lovely editor who catches all my silly mistakes, like the fact that Jim Morrison died BEFORE Elvis or that the vampires didn't wake Sookie in the MORNING. Hehehe. She is just the best, everyone send your love to Catie Mak she is just friggin' Awesome.
Okay folks about the story Warning: when you read this chapter please don't shoot me. Cannon Sookie has finally reared her ugly head and made herself known in this chapter. It was bound to happen sooner or later with this story. So just be aware of this fact and know I will NOT allow her to continue to behave like this in the future. She may pop up from time to time when she feels overwhelmed, but this is not going to be the norm.
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Chapter 12
** Sookie's P.o.V. **
I am having the most marvelous dream I have ever had in my life. It is just Eric, Godric, and I, and we are all sitting in front of a roaring fire, cuddling up to each other, talking and laughing and having a wonderful time. We are so at ease with each other, and we just seem to fit together. Then the dream morphs into something more, something darker, not dark in a bad way, but dark as in heavy and intense. The scene goes from the three of us laughing and joking, to the three of us ripping each other's clothes off and rolling around and attacking each other to the floor. I am so awash in the sensations of hands and lips and tongues and teeth, that I feel like I might explode and nothing has even progressed to what could be deemed as intercourse, just people making out like horny teenagers with out of control hormones.
My dream slowly melts into reality and it takes me a moment to realize that some of what was happening in the dream has carried over into reality. I can feel two cool tongues slowly, twirling about my nipples. I can feel two strong hands stroking my body, one over my belly in soft concentric circles, while the other moves lazily up and down my thigh in soft strokes. I arch my back and moan loudly, my mind still weighed down heavily with sleep-induced lust, or maybe it's dream-induced lust. The point is I am not thinking all that clearly at the moment and the wonderful sensations that are being brought upon me aren't really helping matters any.
The slow, sensuous licks turn into nips and full on bites, combining a little pain with my pleasure. My eyes open and I look down at two bobbing heads, one blonde and the other brown. And just like that it clicks in place, everything that is going on clicks into perfect clarity. I have two men, not one, but TWO men, making out with me at the SAME TIME! I have TWO, count them, one, two, men quickly progressing things down that merry path that only leads to the down and dirty between the sheets.
I can almost hear my Gran screaming at me about being a 'good Christian woman,' and 'how could I be such a disappointment and conduct myself in such an atrocious and appalling manner?' What the heck are you doing Sookie? Sure you had sex with both of them yesterday, but it wasn't at the same time. It was bad enough that you had sex with both of them in the first place. Do you really want to walk down this road and start sleeping with them both at the SAME time? Is this really how a lady conducts herself?
That little moment of self-doubt is just enough to kick my heiny into gear, and I rip myself out of their arms and jump out of bed. The looks of shock on their faces would be funny at any other moment, but right now it just infuriates me even more. "What the heck do ya'll think you are doing?" I snap at them.
They look at each other and then back to me, clearly confused. "I would think it would have been rather obvious lover," Eric says and arches an eyebrow at me. Oh damn it why does he have to be so sexy all the time? Focus Stackhouse, focus.
"What kind of girl do you two take me for? Do you really think that I would just… that we would just… and that I would be okay with that? I am a LADY thank you very much and I don't just… well I don't do what you two were bound and determined to do just now. What is wrong with you two that you would even think about doing that… at the same time… it's just… well it's… its just wrong!"
I stomp my foot lightly at them and cross my arms over my chest, and realize that I am naked as the day I was born. Yeah I am sure this is adding to my credibility of being a lady. I feel a bright blush form on my cheeks and look around the room and spot Godric's shirt lying on the floor. I quickly grab it and pull it on over my head.
"Little one," Godric says softly, "I do not understand why you are so upset, or even what brought this on to begin with. You have slept in our bed the last two nights. You have agreed to be our mate, not just Eric's, not just mine, but both of ours. You had sex with both of us yesterday and did not seem to have a problem with it. So, why are you, what is the modern term for it… freaking out I think is the term…" He raises an eyebrow at Eric and he nods in agreement. "Right, why are you freaking out now, what is so different?"
"Well… it's just that," I huff; I am so mad, so irritated, and to be honest I am embarrassed and ashamed of myself, and of my behavior. "This isn't how good Christian woman women are supposed to conduct themselves," I say and look down at the floor. "It is bad enough… it's bad enough that I am unmarried and am having sex at all, let alone having sex with two men, and then the coup de gracethat makes everything even worse, is that you two want to have sex at the same time. What would people think of me? I can't conduct myself in such a manner, they are all gonna think I am some kind of… some kind of… harlot, jezebel, hussy, slut, use whatever term you want, but no matter how you slice it makes me a whore. I just can't do that, it's not Christian and it's not right." I am quite pleased with myself, I think I made my point clear; if there is gonna be hanky panky it will be one on one not all three of us at the same time.
"Why is it not right little one?" Godric asks. Clearly the subject is not closed for him.
I huff indignantly. "It just isn't a very Christian thing to do now is it Godric? A good Christian lady does not conduct herself in such a manner."
"Why?" he asks again.
"Because… because… because it says so, in the bible."
"Really?"
"Yes really, the act of sex is supposed to be for procreation and the expression of love between a husband and a wife. Women are not supposed to throw themselves around at every Tom, Dick, and Harry that comes along."
"Well then you are already going to hell lover, because any sex that the three of us conduct is never going to be an act of procreation." Eric snorts and rolls his eyes at me dismissively.
"You know what it may not be a big deal for you to act like a whore Eric, but it is a huge deal for me. You don't see me belittling your beliefs or trying to force you into changing who you are."
"Well my beliefs aren't small minded and repressive, and I most certainly do NOT act like a whore."
I snort. "Really? What would you call it then? Having sex with a different girl every night, sometimes more than one is whoreish. Oh wait, I forgot men can't be whores, they are suave and get slapped on their backs and rewarded for their many conquests. Sorry if you don't like it Eric, but how you conduct yourself makes you slutty, and it most certainly isn't anything to be proud of."
Eric jumps off the bed and is across the room and in my face faster than I can blink. "A whore is someone who accepts money for sexual services Sookie and I most certainly have never done that. The fact that I enjoy sex does not make me slutty either. That is the problem with your whole I'm a lady argument and your attitudes about being a 'good Christian woman' bull shit. Your religion causes you to be shameful of something that is natural and has been happening long before your religion was ever invented. Enjoying sex isn't slutty, and besides that a slut is the same thing as a whore and I already established that I am not that. What bothers you more, the idea that I used to sleep around or the fact that now you do?"
I slap Eric across his smug face. "How dare you?" The moment I do it I instantly regret it, because the look of shock and hurt on Eric's face breaks a little piece of my heart. Shit. There is no way I am going to back down though. "I should have known this was a mistake. I should have known that you weren't really being all sweet and loving to me because you actually gave a fuck. What was I thinking?" Tears start flowing down my face and I start searching the room franticly for my clothes so that I can leave. I can't handle this, it is just too much and there is no way I am going to let Eric watch as my heart breaks over him.
"Enough!" Godric says in a stern tone that stops me dead in my tracks. "I will not allow either of you two to behave this way. I will not allow both of your stubborn natures to sabotage what we have."
That statement gets my blood boiling to be sure. "There is no WE, I am leaving," I say and go back to search for my clothes, not daring to look at either of them. If I see Eric looking at me all hurt by my words and actions, I don't know if I will have the strength to walk out. No matter how much of an asshole he is and no matter how much he deserves it for being so horrible to me, I know I can't stand to see him hurting though, I would just melt.
"You are not going anywhere," Godric says and picks me up off the floor and throws me, not too gently I might add, onto the bed. "Eric, sit now!" Eric scowls at him, but shuffles across the room and perches on a chair that is across from the bed and folds his arms across his chest.
"Godric you can't keep…" He glares at me.
"You will stay quiet. I will not allow this to happen." He turns to Eric. "You need to apologize to Sookie. You openly mock her religion, her beliefs, and then you call your woman a slut. What is wrong with you? I understand that her rejection of us hurt you, but do you really think that your shooting off at the mouth like that, and antagonizing her into a fight, is going to be the best way to get her to change her mind? After everything she has been through, her reaction was not all that unreasonable. Yours on the other hand most certainly was."
"She called me a whore," Eric snaps angrily at him, and a low growl builds in his throat.
"She is calling it how she sees it Eric. You have chosen to live the way you do, you sleep with multiple partners in one night, every night, and never the same woman twice. How did you expect her to react, you know her background, you know her belief structure, why would you think she would have any other opinion than that. Oh I know, see it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of you, but what she thinks of you really does. Maybe seeing yourself through her eyes isn't such a pleasant thing? Perhaps that should be an indication on how you have chosen to conduct yourself in the past isn't as all right as you thought.
"That still doesn't change the fact that you in turn lashed out at her and called her a slut. Why would you even begin to think that is all right? You are more than old enough to not behave in that manner, or is that little business you have been running getting to your head? I know you have to put on airs in front of the tourists and fangbangers, but I know for a fact that you know better than to treat anyone this way. The tourists and fangbangers expect it in the environment YOU created, but to allow that behavior to carry over into your personal life is unacceptable. Do you want Sookie to leave us? Because if you treat her this way that is exactly what is going to happen, and to be perfectly frank I wouldn't blame her. She just got out of one abusive relationship; do you really think she wants to be in another one?"
Eric lowers his head in shame and I can't help but to snicker a little at him for getting his just desserts for behaving the way he did. Godric spins around and narrows his eyes at me. "Oh don't think for one moment that you are getting off easy Sookie."
I gulp audibly and he crosses his arms across his chest. "First let me start by saying if you are having an issue with something that is occurring in our relationship, flipping out and screaming at us is not the best way to get us to listen to a damn word you have to say. I am more than willing to listen to any opinion you may have and sit and talk calmly and rationally about it so that we all may come to a compromise. I will not however allow you to flip out and screech at me like a banshee and be unreasonable. You have concerns, which I understand and we will address, but you cannot say you dislike something and then not have a good explanation other than because.
"Your screaming and hollering at us will never get a good result. It wouldn't matter if we were human or werewolves or any other man. You will never get the results you desire, or be in a good relationship, if that is how you conduct yourself. You say you are a lady, well behave like one. A lady would not scream at the man, or in our case men, she loves just because she is upset about a situation. A lady would sit down and conduct herself properly and try and work out the problems with her mate, because she knows a relationship is all about compromise.
"And you are just as guilty as him of inappropriate behavior. Actually to be perfectly honest I am much more upset with you than I am with him. Although I am none too pleased with him at the moment either. How dare you speak to him that way! Why would you ever think it is okay to call your mate those horrible names? How dare you hit him! Have you lost your mind? Why would you think it is all right to slap him, just because you are angry? What gives you that right? I would never allow him to hit you, just like he would never allow me to hit you, just like we would never allow anyone to hit you, and just like you would never allow anyone to do so to us. A lady most certainly does not conduct herself in that manner. You owe him an apology as well.
"Then there is the fact that you were going to leave, just take off, without conversation, without even a real reason. You were angry and you lashed out and instead of dealing with the problem you were going to run. How old are you? I would expect behavior like that from a child not a grown woman. You have no excuse. I don't care how angry we make you because we disagree with your opinion, running away from our problems will not fix a single thing. You should be ashamed of yourself, and might I add, how is any of this my fault? Did you even stop to think about the fact that you are not just walking out on him you are walking out on me as well? After all of that screaming and yelling you did at me this morning to talk me off that roof, telling me how selfish I was for doing that, how could I make you love me and then leave you? Was all of that just some bullshit line that you concocted out of guilt because I saved your life? Did you mean a single word you said?"
I gasp. "Of course I did, how could you even ask me such a thing?"
"Well, it really isn't that hard to think you didn't mean a fucking word of it, considering the fact that you were willing to just walk away without looking back. How do you think that makes me feel Sookie?"
"I am so sorry Godric, I am but…"
"But, seriously Sookie, let me clue you in on a little piece of etiquette here. If you are apologizing to someone there should be no BUT added to the sentence. It should simply be an apology and maybe a statement as to why you are sorry. You DO NOT say I am sorry for being a bitch but I was right. That totally negates the point of an apology and seriously calls into question whether or not you really mean it. Either you're sorry or you're not there is no BUT!"
I feel chastised like a small child; it was like being 13 all over again and having my Gran tell me off for the same thing. Except my Gran made me go out back and pull a switch from the nearest tree and tanned my behind. Godric is being far kinder. "I am really sorry Godric I didn't mean to hurt you, truly."
He nods his head in acceptance but makes no move to come closer to me and reconcile further, apparently my lecture was not through yet. "Now, do you really think your taking off doesn't hurt Eric as well? Do you really think treating him the way you did doesn't hurt him? Do you really believe that he doesn't care? Because your casual disregard for not only my feelings but his as well speaks volumes about what you really think."
I feel horrible. I really want to just crawl in a hole and die from shame, but my stubborn streak is getting in the way. "How can I think he cares Godric? Look at what he said to me, look at how he treats me. People who care about each other do not say or do those sorts of things."
"Look at how you treated him, and might I add that you started it. You insulted him and were very malicious first. Look at him." I shake my head, not wanting to see the damage that I know I have caused. "NOW! I am ashamed of both of you, both of your actions were childish and immature and I will not allow you two to ruin what we have. You are so much alike it is scary, and I won't have you two hurting each other or me because of it."
I look up and over at Eric, and I almost gasp aloud at what I see. He looks, well, he looks awful, he looks beaten, broken, his shoulders are rounded and hunched, his head is lowered, his wild hair covering his face from view, and his arms are wrapped around his belly, hugging himself tightly. It is a sight that I know I will never forget. I never in a million years would have thought I would see this proud man, this proud warrior, crumpled and defeated. I would have expected him to be pleased that I was getting a tongue lashing from Godric. Hell I was tickled pink when Godric was busy scolding him. I expected him to have that smug look on his face, gloating that I was just as wrong as him, if not more so for my reactions. I never would have expected this.
Fuck. I slide off the bed and pad over to the seat Eric is perched on. I kneel before him and hot tears start to trickle down my face. "I… I really messed up; I am so so so sorry Eric." I tentatively put my hand on his knee and he flinches, he fucking flinches away from me. Like he, big bad scary vampire, was afraid of little ol' me. "What have I done?" I bend my head forward and burry my face in my hands and cry a little harder. "I am sorry, I am so sorry both of you. I'm a bitch. I didn't mean it any of it. I just, I just freaked out and I didn't think. Fuck, I won't blame either of you if you don't ever want to have anything to do with me ever again."
A cool hand slips across the top of my head and down to my chin and tilts my face upwards. I look into Eric's angelic face and see true remorse there, but behind it was still every ounce of pain that I caused him. His cheeks are tinted lightly with pink streaks of his tears and my heart just breaks a little more for my knee jerk reactions and callus behavior. "I am sorry too lover. I didn't mean it, I was angry and I didn't think." He gently rubs away my tears with his thumbs and smiles lightly at me.
His kind smile and gentle behavior of course only causes me to cry even harder at my stupid behavior. I feel like the biggest bitch on the Earth at the moment. His whole demeanor softens even more and he pulls me up off the floor and into his lap. He rocks me gently in his lap shushing me softly and rubbing soft circles on my back. "Sshh lover, we were bound to have a disagreement eventually and neither of us are exactly experienced at having a relationship. We both messed up, but we need to just forgive and move forward."
Godric pulls both of us into his chest and slides his arms around us. "Every relationship is difficult, and ours is going to be just as challenging if not more so because of its dynamic."
"I'm sorry Godric, I didn't mean…"
"Sshh little one, I know. Come," he says and pulls away from the two of us. "Let's go home and we shall all sit and have an actual conversation about why you were so upset when you woke." We all dressed and quickly made our way to Godric's home, our home, and I felt somewhat relieved. Sure we had just had a huge fight, and I am positive there would be many more in the future, but the three of us had gotten through it together. It puts a bit of a spring in my step knowing that when two of us are being completely unreasonable assholes the third will step in and slap some sense into us. I know it will make life so much easier to have a referee, and I am positive that it will make for far fewer misunderstandings and hurt feelings.
*** Back at Godric's Nest ***
I trudge through the living room and flop, quite unceremoniously, down on the large blue suede wrap around couch that is on the far wall in front of the television. Godric gives me a questioning look and sits down across from me, and motions Eric into the chair next to his. I am apparently all alone in front of the firing squad and I am not liking it one little bit.
"Do we really have to do this?" I whine.
"Yes we really have to do this, little one."
"But what is the point? I mean honestly look how well the conversation went last time," I say and Eric cringes slightly. I instantly feel bad, and I mouth sorry to Eric. "See this is what I am talking about. I don't want to fight."
"I do not desire that either little one, but your reaction," he sighs heavily, "concerns me. Let me start off by saying that this discussion is going to be just that a discussion, not an argument, or a brawl. We are going to sit and the three of us are going to talk rationally about this. All right?"
I shrug and Eric nods. "Good. So, you were… startled by the two of waking you this earlier yes?"
I open my mouth, ready to shoot off arguments of proper propriety and appropriate behavior, but Godric narrows his eyes at me. I know it is a warning to mind my words and think before I speak, so I do just that; I take a deep breath and think about how to phrase my concerns. "Yes, I was startled. It wasn't really a negative reaction, until I realized what it was that I was about to do. Look, things like this may be easy for the two of you, but for me, it is a really big deal."
"All right I can see that, and I am willing to apologize for startling you, but I am unwilling to apologize for the act. Sookie, as much as Eric's methods of explaining his point to you were wrong, he is correct in many of his arguments. Is the three of us sleeping together at the same time really all that different from you sleeping with us taking turns?"
"Well no, but…"
"I was not finished," he says and cuts me off. "And what did I say earlier about that damned word?" He sighs. "Your religion, your upbringing, is interfering with our relationship and a lot of the things you believe are in fact made up beliefs by old men who wanted to contain their children into behaving by throwing the threat of fire and brimstone at them."
I narrow my eyes at him in anger, how dare he insult my religion my upbringing? I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind and he raises his hand to stop me. "There will be no arguing, you will not be going off on me. I am entitled to my opinion just as much as you are, but the difference between you and I is that I remember a time before your religion was created. I am not saying that your Christ didn't exist, I heard stories of him, but that does not mean that everything that is written down in that book you hold so much credence in is actually the word of your God. Did you never stop and think about the fact that book is written by man's hand not God's?"
"No, but that doesn't mean it isn't accurate."
He sighs again. "The human children, they have a game, I believe it is called telephone, are you familiar with it?"
I laugh. "Of course, but I am surprised you are."
He smiles at me. "I know many things Sookie, this is just one of them. Now, in that game it starts out that the originator of the call says a simple phrase and whispers it to the next person. Something like, 'The flower blooms in the morning.'"
"Right, and then they whisper it to the next person and the next all the way down the line until it gets to the very last person, who reveals the secret message. I always found it so hilarious because the message was never the same as it started out in the beginning. It would turn into something absurd, like 'The bear hops over the log at night.' I could never understand how it would change so much from one person to the next."
He tilts his head at me slightly and smiles. "It is because, the person receiving the message only hears what they want to hear and then they pass on what they believe is right to the next person. In the end the message is terribly skewed from what it should be. Each person takes on the message and adds or subtracts the bits they don't like or agree with and add in their own take to it."
"Yeah it always seemed so absurd to me, but what does this have to do with…" I stop midsentence and realize his point. Shit. It is a really good point. "Oh."
"Indeed," he says and crosses his arms across his chest. "Now, there are other things for you to consider as well. It was common practice for a person to have multiple wives or husbands or just partners in general, in both mine and Eric's human lives. We both watched that practice get pushed aside when your religion came in and forced its way down everyone's throats. Even after your religion started it was very common still for a man to have multiple wives. That was just the way of things. Your religion taught you all to be ashamed of your body, of your feelings, of your desires.
"It turned a lot of you into repressed bigots. The women are shamed for wanting and needing to have their desires met while the men are rewarded for cheating on their wives and they strut around like peacocks at their newest conquest. What we have, you, me, and Eric, is perfectly acceptable if we all agree to it. As long as we all accept that we are in a committed loving relationship with each other and do not stray outside of that relationship it is perfectly acceptable. We are all adults who can make our own decisions, and if we agree to be together there is nothing wrong with anything we do in our bed as long as we are all willing.
"As far as the whole sex is supposed to be between a married couple and a woman is supposed to remain chaste and pure and all of that," he sighs, "it is sad, but how many women do you know that remained chaste until their wedding night?"
"None, and very few of my friends are actually married either, but that does not negate the fact that I…"
"Just stop Sookie, just stop and listen. I am very familiar with your argument because I have heard it all before. Again, should I point out that I was around when your religion was BORN? I know every line in your bible, probably better then you do. Now, my point was that it is very rare now for women to remain chaste until their wedding night. In fact it is almost frowned upon if they choose to not have sex until they are in a loving and committed relationship. I understand that you were an exception, but you are by no means the rule. I highly doubt your Gran would frown upon you because you were having sex. In fact I think she would applaud you for finding not one, but two men who love you more than anything in existence and are willing to do more for you than anyone ever has before and ever will in the future.
"In my mind, and I am sure I speak for Eric here as well, we have made that serious commitment to you. Yes, it isn't a ring, although I am sure that if at some point you desire a ring we would both be happy to oblige you with one, but to us a blood bond is a much larger commitment then a piece of jewelry or a simple sheet of paper. Paper can be torn up and thrown away, jewelry can be sold, broken, and melted down into nothing, but a blood bond? Now that is commitment. It never goes away; it is forever, and we are willing to tie our souls to yours for the rest of our lives and the rest of yours. It is better than a marriage; it is more than a marriage could ever be. We are willing to share our innermost feelings with you all of the time. You will always know how we think and how we feel. We can never hide from you, we can never lie to you, and we can never cheat on you. It is guaranteed by our bond. I would say that is a huge commitment on our part."
"Lover, we would never think less of you for having sex with us both at the same time and at the end of the day isn't that the only opinion that should matter? Who cares what anyone else thinks of us as long as we're happy. What other people think and feel shouldn't factor into how we live our lives. I love you, Godric loves you, and we want you to be with us always, our mate, our love, our bonded, and our wife. I think we should finish our blood bond tonight, and then there will be no more misunderstandings between us. You will always know how we feel, we will have made our commitment to you, and you will finally understand that we aren't going anywhere."
"I agree," Godric says. "Fate has thrown us together little one. We are destined to be together. Just like with Eric before you, the cup chose you to finalize our triumvirate, you balance the scales between us and make us a perfect whole. It will always just be the three of us; no one else will ever come between us. Eric and I already have a committed relationship, because of our maker-child bond and also because before I turned Eric I bonded to him. Just like with you the cup chose Eric to be with me and it was the best thing to ever happen to me. This, our relationship, will be exactly the same, of that I have no doubt. I love you and the sooner you know this to be fact the better, and the only way for that to occur is for us to move forward and complete the bond."
My head is spinning with all the little facts and tidbits that the two of them have thrown at me. They are essentially asking me to change everything that I am to be with them, but isn't it all going to be worth it in the end? I know it is, but my little inner voice is screaming and yelling that I can't do it and is making up all kinds of excuses. I keep pushing them back over and over because I know it is just me being scared to take any kind of real chance at happiness.
Something though finally gets through and tickles at the edge of it all. "Godric, what do you mean the cup chose me? What do you mean the cup chose Eric? There is more to this isn't there?"
"Little one, I think you are trying to change the subject so you don't have to deal with this."
"Probably, but that doesn't change the fact that you just told me a frickin' cup is telling you to be with me. I don't know how I can even take you seriously when you say something like that."
"Come here little one." I slowly rise from the couch, walk across the room, and stand motionless in front of him. He pulls me down into his lap, and cradles me like a child into his chest, as he strokes my hair and cheeks. "The cup did choose you, but that doesn't make my affection for you any more or less real. I cared very deeply for you before you even laid one delicate finger on that cup. I know for a fact that Eric loved you long before you came to Texas. That cup has no bearing whatsoever on my commitment to you. All it really did was cement what I already knew. I love you and I want to be with you, and nothing and no one is going to stop that from happening. Even if that someone is you." He kisses the top of my head lightly and I just sigh in relief, at the close contact.
"I still think you have some explaining to do," I say softly.
"Do you really think it is necessary to know all of this now?"
"Yes, I do Godric. I don't like secrets and I don't like half-truths. I think you have to tell me the whole story before we can move forward."
He sighs heavily. "All right, but let's all go and relax in bed, it is a very long story and I want to lie next to you while I tell it."
"All right." He stands with me still cradled into his arms, Eric leading the way into the bedroom. I know that no matter how this night ends my life is going to be changed forever once we come out of that bedroom again. I really want to just say fuck it and run for the hills, but I know that I can't do that. I love both of them too much and to be honest, I don't think I would get very far. Somehow I highly doubt either one would let me get much farther than the bedroom door.