There is something to be said about having a cold body to snuggle against when your body seems set on this menopause like flux between warm and balls hot. I mean like, bake me alive and screw the humidity. Strangely, it really didn't bother me. It was really only noted by those around me. I noted it by the people around me, perfectly comfortable through it all.

Back to that cold body. Snuggles. Yeah. Nuff said there. Snuggles pwn. Now make it where one is cold, dead cold. I guess when you're core is cold, it's nice to have the warmth. Just as it's nice to have the cold when my core is Satan's balls. It was sort of why I went about in just under clothing or hardly anything. I was totally fine with the touching and crap from Pam. Godric, yeah I favored that. I all but attached to him when he was home. He sort of got that I liked the cool skin contacting my hot flesh. Then again, I was a very touchy person and loved to fawn on him.

As such, he usually went about in just those cotton like bottoms. Cool with me. I was currently keeping up the lack of fucks to give on attire. Pale blue undergarments with a cream lace trimming were my 'attire' for the night.

Shuffling about in a sort of dance/cocky rap like motioning of hands, I may have put a deal of focus on the swaying of hips and such. Godric sat back on the couch, eyes alight with amusement as the music played loudly from the little red Bluetooth audio that I'd stolen from Eric a while back. It sat on the table with the glass bottle of Godric's Trublood and my bottle of apple flavored alcoholic beverage.

A bowl of heavily buttered and salted popcorn rested short of the apple drink.

"And I'm still in the Murda Bizness. I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics. You should want a bad bitch like this. Drop it low and pick it up just like this. Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris. High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist. Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that. Rooftop like we bringin' 88 back."

I fall off of rapping out the lyrics with the artist, mouthing it as my head nods. I sort of did dancing steps back toward Godric, giving a twirling flop to land my head and shoulders on his lap. I beamed up at him, one leg tapping the beat with my toes in the air on the other end of the couch.

I'd just come back from washing the glass for my nightly shake. My hands lifted, one placing flat on his chest as I turn my head a little to smile warmly up at him. The other teases with his short hair, eyes flicking between his eyes and where my fingers touched the dark strands.

"You know. I think I'm just going to have to come to terms with being your new parasite. A limpet. I'm short and cute. Think I can pull off the koala look even."

He let out a sound like a laugh, lips quirking up as he looked down to me. My attention lightly shifted to the tattoo about his collar, using both hands to trace over it.

"I think people may question if I were to step into public with a grown woman clinging to me like a koala. No matter how small or attractive she may be."

I let out a huge grin, fluttering lashes at him with a snicker. "You can say I'm a fashion statement. Maybe a backpack."

This got another of those breathy sounds that were his small laughs. His emotions were there, but small and controlled to such a soothing calm. Those beautiful eyes lit up as they flicked over my eyes and grin. The song changed to something a lot calmer, male singer with a sort of calm beat.

"And what would my backpack carry?"

I wiggle my brows a bit lewdly, grin toothy. "Oh, ye know. Like those bags hikers get with water packs in them. 'Sept I'd be like a traveling supply of warmth and personal brand. Maybe bouncy balls to toss at people randomly."
His smile was a bit warmer, laughter in more than just those eyes and tone now. Success. I pat his chest excitedly.

"Ooh! And it will have the added bonus of constant snuggles. Can't go wrong there, Gigi."

He quirks a brow up at that. He still found the nickname amusing to no end. My attention shifts again.

"Either way. I got it all set up for ya. Right. You have to play it."

"I fear I hold little interest in such."

I give a playful scoff at him, one pointed look aimed up that said 'as if that matters to me'. The phones lifted from the table as I reached with a hand. Snatching them up, my own was put on my chest. I held the other after shifting about on his lap until my head was more on his belly than before. The phone was lofted before us as I went to the main screen.

"See, I put it right on the main screen for ya. Right by the shortcut to call me and Eric."

His eyes were to the screen, "There could be accidental calls made."

I snicker. "Yeah. I do that from time to time. Some of my best conversations are accidental calls. Like the one time I meant to open Google Maps to get home when I got lost in town. Ended up calling Jason. Sort of ended up talking for a really long time about the randomest things. Like, apparently his girlfriend had this horrid fetish. I'm down for some really out there stuff, but that was all kinds of nope."

"I can imagine nothing less. Your every day seems full of excitement in some way, Faelyn."

I tap the top of my head on his belly. "Just gotta flow with it, ya know? All this excitement could be yours for the reasonable price of free snuggles and a cancer in disguise as a koala."

His belly shifted a bit with a laugh. "I think I will have to think the offer over."

"Better." I loft the phone back up a little higher. "Right 'O. Now. Click. And I chose the classic for you. Went Blue. Kay, just follow the prompts. A is select. B is well not? That's the directional pad for moving and blah blah blah."

Eric stepped into the kitchen later that night with pause at the music playing from the living room.

"Go! Go, Charmeleon! Burn it!"

Eric was in the next room in a small breeze. Godric held a phone before him, Fae tucked into his side. Her cheek was placed to the bare chest, eyes alight with eager joy. One hand rested a bit lower on Godric's front, lazily placed, breast pressing against his side. Neither seemed to note the sort of compromising scene. Both utterly fine with placement. Both utterly fine with her lack of attire and Godric's lack of shirt.

"Watch out, Gigi. He still has three other buddies. He'll use the strongest last."

"Gigi?" Eric sneers in disgust.

Fae beams as she looks round the phone.

"Hello, Eric. Welcome home."

"Eric!" Fae chirps, patting Godric where her hand rested. "Gigi is finally playing that game. Soon we can battle together."

"Gigi? Of all the names? You name him after a French dog?"

She giggles, glancing once at the screen. Godric was still playing. "Use the new move on this guy."

Her eyes flicked away as Godric seemed to do as she said. Eric's gaze snapped up from looking to the hipsters she wore. It still amazed him that she'd go about so scantily clad around Godric and wear things that seemed to tease more while covering with him or Pam.

"Not like a dog, goofy. Maybe like that kids movie, the black cat. Think it was Kiki's Delivery Service. But, like the letter G, two times. G.G."

"And where would you get such an atrocious name?"

"Well. Godric's from Gaul. So Godric of Gaul. G.G. So, say it fast and you get Gigi. Plus, it's more fun. Kinda like Pam calling me Cupcake. Nickname. Personal."

"And what do you call me?"

"Well, Asshole. Dick. Bastard from time to time," She pauses as if in thought, eyes flicking up. "Oh, and there was the more recent FuckBoy when you ran off that guy I was flirting with. But, the all time favorite is Tree. Sit the fuck down. You're making my neck hurt by looking so far up."

"Hardly my fault that you're a midget."

"It's your fault that you're so freaking tall. Sit down or something. Oh! Oh!" Her attention snapped away again to the phone in Godric's hold. "Yeah!" She cheers the last like a sports fan when their team got a score, fist shooting up in the air with it.

"Eric."

The form didn't even shift on the bed, looking all the world like a corpse. I shifted closer, hair falling into my eyes as I slowly and carefully moved onto the bed. I rested on my front, elbows to the mattress and back arching to allow my head to rest in my loosely folded hands. My head tilted to look in a sort of cute/creepy way at his face.

"Eric," I whisper out again.

Nothing again. My lower lip is loosely plucked in to bite at with a canine. My eyes flick over the dark room with only the little light from the hall to illuminate it and him on the bed. The lip pops out before I shift up a bit more, arms laying flat at my sides and face pressing to the black satin pillow. My eyes were level with his now, both facing each other as he lay on his side.

I lightly just breath, taking in his face. A small quirk pulled one side of my lips up, softening my look. Or it may have been the softening of my eyes. There was a sort of warmth in my chest as I lay there, nearly touching. It was a new sort of look to Eric. A look I had seen a few times now, slipping in to drop off clothing or things during the day light hours.

It was no lie that he would be a glorious thing to wake to. His huge form could easily curve about me. The snuggles alone would be worth it.

"Eric," I whisper again, breath shifting a bit of his sleep mussed hair.

No reaction. But it cut off that line of screwy ass thoughts. The devious and playful look was back, shifting in closer so I was tucking along his side.

"Eric!" I moan out.

Those eyes snapped open. His nostrils flared as they took in air. His lips were parted, showing the tips of those fangs. Pale blue eyes looked right at my own, staring as if trying to have his mind catch up. I giggled, hand shooting up to playfully shove at his chest.

"Fuck you could possibly sleep through a tornado, Eric," I giggle.

His brow lowers as if to be angry. But those eyes pause, flicking over my face as I shift more to my side to laugh with my face buried in the pillow to stifle it more. The brow twitches, lips quirking as the fangs snap away.

"What a pleasant surprise, Faelyn. Though, you're a deal over dressed for location."

I scoff, head tilting to peek through hair and the side of my view at him while I was mostly buried in the pillow still. There was the smooth pervert, smirking cockily at me. My head shifts to look at him head on, resting on the pillow again.

"So, on a side note that has nothing to do with you being a huge pervert, I feel like I got jipped. My pillows are all too soft, like the cheapest ones in a store that go flat fast."

"By all means, share my bed."

"Yeeaahhhhh," I drawl out slowly with a clear lack of enthusiasm. "About that. Why don't we say no and pretend it was a real solid no that you don't go trying to twist around? Yeah? Yeah. Good. Moving on now."

His hand lifts raking his hair back. "Not that this isn't a pleasant thing to wake to. (See: Heavy sarcasm that could crush a mule) But why are you in my bed, Faelyn?"

"So, Ginger apparently got sick. And I'm really not going to Fangtasia tonight. So…yeah. I put the closed sign up. Happy night off?"

He frowns, hand stilling in his hair at the low powered glare set on me. He really looked to my eyes then. There was a decided flush on my cheeks that wasn't from the situation or anything sexual. It possibly helped that my eyes were blood shot and I looked dead tired. I was long past that, right on into slap stick happy that made no sense. Which was why the slightly goofy grin was sort of affixed firmly to my face and I was dead weight and not getting up.

The hand falls away to flop on his side. "You closed the bar? Are you sick as well?"

"So…." It was a bit clear with the slightly slower pull to my words than the rush that was my usual near hyper sounding self. "Um. I didn't get any sleep? Ginger called me from the hospital not long after yall went to bed. Been with her most of the day."

"Why would you be with her?"

"Apparently she's a lot worse when fever sets in. She had my number down for emergency contact. Which is utter shit."

"Did you just get in?"

"I may or may not have spaced out in the SUV for a while there?"

"Why is the SUV parked half in the garage?"

Pam stood moodily in the door way. Eric frowned. I give a heavy lidded grin. "Yeah…"

"Pam, please pull the vehicle in. The bar will be closed tonight."

"What's wrong with Cupcake?"

"Mm." I shift a bit to see her. "You know. A chocolate cupcake with vanilla icing and cherries sounds really good."

She shot a look to Eric, frowning more so with lightly narrowed eyes. "Faelyn."

My head shifts, hair a mess about my face and the pillow now. There were a number of slow, long blinks as I just looked at him. Eric frowned as he searched my face.

"Are. You. Ill?"
He purposely asked slowly with a hint of force. My brows lift a bit, lips giving a small purse.

"Oh. Very much so. But mental disorders are becoming fairly common, so I think I'll be fine."

There was a faint lightening to the eyes, but nothing to the thinned lips and frown. His eyes flicked quickly over my face and to the black t-shirt that hung a bit more toward the other shoulder. It was stretched with age and had been Jason's.

Pam was gone, I could hear the SUV start. My eyes shift up slowly, as if sluggishly picking up on things. Which..was true. My reaction time was that of a dead cat.

"You're flushed."

"Yeah. It was really bright out," I slur a bit, starting to feel heavier as my eyes struggled to stay open.

Man. This pillow was perfect. Firm and the bed just the right side of firm and comfy. Not a hint of movement on my form was given, lashes fluttering as I tried to stay awake. But I wasn't sure I could have moved if I wanted to. And there was the problem. I sure as hell didn't want to. This pillow smelled good.

"Faelyn."

"Mm?"
"Why are you flushed? Are you sure you are not ill?"

"I don't get sick," I mutter, voice hardly a whisper. My eyes were shut, they didn't even want to stay open. "Sun hates Fae."

The 90s grunge like rock lightly played as a soft background in the trailer. Sam could hear it faintly through the opened windows letting in the cool evening air.

"Fae?"

He swings the door open after the call. She'd gone in a while back to use his shower and get some time away from Jason and people. She'd mentioned something of crashing on his couch. It certainly wouldn't be her first time making herself at home at his place. He'd been rather awkward with her using his place at first. But she'd been absolutely soaked in sweat, cleaning products, and filth.

Jason wasn't due there for a while yet. She was sort of stranded at the place. Sam had given mercy, lending her some of his fabric shorts and a top. She didn't bother more than the stuff in the bathroom. She also had a way of worming her way in and making a place in your life for her odd in-your-face sort of personality. But it was a pleasant change. Friendly in a way that was a hint of Sook and Jason. But very sure of who she was and what she believed in.

Fae lay on the couch in a pair of loose pants and a shirt she'd stolen from Jason. She'd brought them to keep at his place with a few of her clothes. "Just in case. And others can use them if they want. Just return 'em?"

Her eyes were shut, one arm lay across her middle, other over her head on the armrest. She wasn't sleeping. Breathing was close, but not it. Just relaxing in the quiet with the music.

"Hey, Sam," she says lowly.

"You alright?"

"Mm. Just tired. Headache doesn't want to go away."

"You take some of the stuff in the cabinet?"

"Mm."

"Had something with caffeine in it?"

"Finished that pot of coffee you had. I'll buy the next batch."

"Nah. I would have dumped it if you hadn't drank it. Want me to turn the music down?"

"Nah. Pressure headache. Sound helps to distract and sooth."

Sam glances over the smaller woman on his couch. Her stuff was neatly set to the side by the door. He eased his shoes off, trying to be quiet as he went about unloading his things in his nightly routine.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

He didn't look to her, moving into his kitchen to start on cleaning up any dishes and setting up for the next day.

"I'm sorry that Sookie's so set in her ways."

He stiffened, glancing into the living space at her. Her eyes were still shut, features smoothed as before. It made it a bit easier on him.

"Well, she's a good waitress."

"Good eye candy too." There was the hint of amusement and the half smirk.

"Sure, Fae. Sure."

"Hey. I check your ass out more than you check her out. All fair, man."

He paused, glancing back at her again as he clicked the fresh coffee into the slot. "Pardon?"

One eye peeks open. It still startled him to see those eyes. Pretty, mesmerizing even, different than the norm.

"Your. Ass. I check it out all the time. No body else is. No harm in appreciating the fit of those jeans."

That got a lopsided grin and hand to his hip. "Fae, I'd think you're hittin' on me."

"Oh, I hit on you all the time." She sighed it out, unbothered with it as she lets her eye shut and shift to relax again. "You're just so far up Sookie's ass you don't pick up on it. Signal in there must be pretty bad. No harm though."

He didn't know what to say. He kind of felt bad for her. Here he was pining after her cousin. There she was obviously interested in him. How long had it been since he'd had a woman interested in him?

"I'm fine with it. I've long come to terms with you being far too good a man to be anything more than a friend to me. It'd be cruel of me. Bringing you down with how much of a shit person I am."

"You're not a shit person, Fae. People like you."

"Don't fix nothin', Sam. I'm a selfish person. Can't hold down a relationship without looking for more. Bitch through and through. Not saying I don't deserve happiness. Just that I'm not a good person for you."

"Not sure I can agree with all that."

"Then don't. I know what I know, you think what you know. But, on another track, wanna fuck?"

Sam barked a laugh, head tossing back. She'd peeked her eyes open with a gleam in them. She'd looked a bit eager.

"Fae, you are most definitely related to Jason Stackhouse."

She looked to puff up with pride, eyes fully open as she beams. "Course I am, Sam. And don't you forget it."

He chuckles, head shaking as he nodded at the CD player. "You staying up awhile?"

She lets out a slow and long breath. "Nah. Just another song or two. Used to love this album."
"I'll leave you to it then. Night, Fae."

"Night, Sam. Don't dream too much about Sook. Yeah?"

"No promises," he chuckles as he moves to shut the door to his room.

A/N: So these are more of just fluff, or filler. Side shots, I guess? Something to show some 'bonding'. If you have any ideas for more, please tell me and I can see what I can do about that for you. Such as if you want a side shot with a specific person. Or a shot from another view. Or like what-would-happen situations.