"Are you getting hungry, it is well past the normal time for a human to eat?" He asked her in the most concerned and caring of ways. "I can make something for you, or we can go get something if you like."
"Actually, I'm really not that hungry. I think that I'll be fine. I would like to lay on this amazing bed and feel just how incredible it is. And, I mean lay on the bed. I don't mean be pillaged on the bed...at least not yet." She jumped backwards and he watched her blond hair fly around her face. Her laughter was now filling his house, it was what dreams are made of.
"Oh my God, Eric! Do you have any idea how freakin comfortable this bed is. It's like,...I don't even know if I have words for this. It's incredible, come here, lay with me." He did as she said and laid down next to her. Their hair cascaded over the pillows and was intertwined as one. She rolled over and snuggled into his chest, tucking her head under his chin. It just fit in the most natural way. They held each other silently, he inhaled her smell as she inhaled his. She was more happy than she had been in months. He was more happy than he had been, ever.
"Eric, I need to tell you something. I tried to tell you the other night, but you told me to wait. Well, I need to tell you now." She sat up and looked down at him as he laid on his back. She mindlessly twirled his hair through her fingers. "Eric, my cousin, Hadley. She had a baby before she was made a vampire by the Queen. Niall got me all of the information on him. His name is Hunter, he's four years old." The mention of Niall's name made him a little uneasy, but he did not stop her for carrying on. He rubbed her arms as he spoke about the boy. "Eric, I went to visit him the other day, the day I called you. I met him and I was upset and I ended up just feeling really awful. That's what made me call you, I knew it was time. Anyway, he is just the cutest little thing. He really is, he's sweet, and he's super polite...but, I think there's a problem." He could feel her tense and through their bond he felt and astounding amount of fear.
"Tell me, what is it, is he in danger? What can I do...Sookie, please..what is it." His words were desperate because he could feel how upset she was getting when she thought of this.
"Eric, he has the same condition as me. He can hear people, he's a telepath." Her eyes sank to the bed and she began to cry. "I'm just so scared for him, I don't know what to do. He is just a little boy and he has already lost his momma. I am so afraid for him." She was shaking and he pulled her close to him so he could hold her.
"Sookie, does anyone else know?" His voice was sharp and it was deadly.
"I think his dad knows, and I told Amelia. I had to, I needed someone to talk to." She held on to him like he was going to run away.
"We must figure out what is to be done. No one can know about this, if anyone finds out, this child will be in great danger. If anyone finds out that this is a relative of yours, and especially if they learn of his gift, it will be used against him, against us. Sookie, you must try to stay away from this boy. Do you understand, you must avoid seeing this child." He was making her nervous.
"Excuse me? Are you telling me that I can't see my own family? Are you telling me that I can't help this baby with the one thing that I can possibly help him with? Why...why would you tell me these things?" She was hurt and confused.
"Because, think about it. If someone were to learn that he had the gift, he would be a target, just as you have become. Only he is so young, he could be kidnapped and he could be molded into anything that his takers may want. You, you are strong and you are stubborn. This is a child we are talking about. It would take nothing to break this little boy, to make him something that he is not. Sookie, I am not asking you to do this to hurt you. I am asking you to do this to protect him." He looked at her and willed her to see things the way he was seeing them.
"Eric, I just found him. How can you expect me to forget about him? He is a piece of my family, a piece that I never knew I had. He is a little boy, a little boy that has a lot of shit to handle. How can I ignore it, how can I go about my life like I don't know he's in for a world of hurt and trouble?" Her eyes pierced through his, the thought of running away from this boy that would need her in a very big way was unbearable.
"I will make sure"...he stopped short and rephrased his words. "We will make sure that he is taken care of. We will provide everything he could ever need or want. We will provide him a tutor for his gift, only it will be under the guise that this tutor is for his regular schooling. We will take care of him, we will just make sure that no one knows it is us. It is the safest way, especially for the child." She thought about what he was offering, how could that work?
"And how would we explain that to his father. How would we be able to make sure that our offer is even accepted. All he has to say is NO, then what? Then we're right back where we started. I need to make sure that he learns about what his life is going to be like. Eric, this is my responsibility." He felt how desperate she was to make sure this little boy did not have to suffer the same cruel adolescence that she had endured. He pulled her to him and held her tightly. He rocked her as she lay limp against him. She was terrified to believe that she could be a danger to Hunter, but, as usual, he was right.
"I will take care of everything. I will see that it is taken care of and handled with the utmost care and privacy. Sookie, the more you go to him and the more people that notice you with him... it will just be a matter of time. Soon they will realize what he is, and it will be too late. He will become what you became, a commodity, leverage, an upper hand. I will not let that happen. We will not let that happen." She cried into his chest, he was right. She could bring trouble directly to his doorstep. She agreed to his plan, it was a generous offer, it was a comfort.
"I will have papers drawn up to make it look like this was an order of the Queen, that she had taken care of this long before she was killed. It will look like she was doing this for Hadley, providing for her son in a way that she was unable to, since she was turned by the Queen, it would seem like the Queen would feel responsible for his upbringing. This will work lover. We will see that he is well cared for. He will have the best tutor that we can find, he will learn how to use his gift and he will be thankful. He will be fine, and he will be safe." He was gentle when he spoke of the boy.
"Are you OK with doing all of this, you've never even met him. And, I've never really pictured you as a daddy type. This is not just sending a gift at Christmas, you're pretty much agreeing to take care of him until he is old enough to live on his own. We're talking years, years...he's only four." She questioned him with her eyes.
This made him laugh a little and she felt it in his chest "True, I have not met this little person, but, the way you speak of him makes me see that you care for him. If he is important to you it makes him important to me. I do not want anything to harm him because it would harm you. I will protect him as if he were your's. I may not be a daddy type as you called it, but children seem to make humans happy. They are innocent and they are allowed to be brutally honest at no consequence. Children are pure, they remind adult humans that it is fine to laugh and it is fine to not be so damn serious. They need to be protected, and that is what we will do. Do we agree, lover?" He looked at her with a soft and protective gaze. His eyes were focused on her face, like he was memorizing the lines on her skin.
"Yes, we agree. I love you." She held out her hand in a gesture of a handshake. He grabbed it and instead of shaking he yanked it and pulled her down on to the bed so she was snuggled back into his chest with her head under his chin. "Eric, now that I have agreed to do something for you, will you agree to do something for me?" She rubbed her hands on his chest and he responded with a heavy moan.
"I will do anything you ask of me my love" He voice was raspy and intense.
"Will you make love to me right now in this incredible bed. Will you tell me you love me and will you hold me until you have to go for the morning?" She was rubbing her fingers across his muscles and watching as his body responded to her request.
"Lover, I will make love to you anywhere you ask me to, anytime you ask me to...I will tell you I love you in every way I know how, and I will have to force myself to leave you before the sunrise." He sat her up and kissed her, letting her know that he was very ready to comply with her wishes. He slowly undressed her, what little there was since she had not completely dressed from their session on the stairs. She took the little amount of clothing off of him and they sat facing each other on his impressive bed. He whispered in her ear I love you, but he said it in Swedish. She needed to ask what it was. He whispered it in French, he whispered it in Russian, he whispered it in Italian. Finally he looked her in the eyes and simply said I Love You. She felt his love, he felt her happiness.
He kissed her entire body, her legs, her thighs, she begged him to make love to her. He placed his mouth over her center and she gasped at the feel of his cool tongue. Her hips jerked at the feeling and he responded with a growl that vibrated against the sensitive skin. She reached her arms out to the side and clawed at the bed linens. She was floating away on pure pleasure when he stopped, her eyes flew open. He was above her looking down, gazing at her body.
"Oh my God, what are you doing?" She begged him.
"I'm watching you, watching you enjoy yourself." He smirked at her and quickly returned to what he was doing. She let out a moan that was thoroughly satisfying to his ears.
"Oh...thank you for doing this...Oh, Eric..." Again, she was floating away on a wave of pleasure. Suddenly she was feeling his teeth break the skin on her thigh and she was screaming his name. She was screaming his name and she was convulsing like this was her first orgasm of the night, not one in a line of many others. He sucked on her thigh and she felt her body become more ready with every draw he took. His fingers were caressing between her legs as he pulled from the tiny wound, he was driving her crazy with desire already, it had been seconds. She grabbed him and took his face in her hands as he was licking the blood on his lips. "You, I need you inside of me right now." She ordered him inside of her and she kissed the blood from his lips, tasting the blood and herself on him.
He was not one to dismiss an order from her, he threw her legs behind his head and he glided right into her ready body. This angle was incredibly deep for her, it felt like he was hitting the back of her spine. She shrieked each time he thrust into her body. She couldn't quite reach his body with the angle of her legs, so she just propped herself back on her elbows and looked in his eyes. She watched as he smiled at her and spoke a language that was something she had never heard before. He later told her it was a poem, a sonnet from his child hood. He was beautiful, he was hers, and he was doing his very best to make her his, in the literal sense of the word.
He took one of her legs from around his neck and kissed it, he licked it as he pulled it down to the bed.. He did the same to the other leg and he still had managed not to remove himself from her body. In a very quick, fluid motion her flipped her over on to her stomach. He did not prop her up so that she was on her knees, he instead laid directly on top of her back, supporting his weight with his hands. He entered her again and the sensation was incredible, they were so close to one another. They were like one person. He kissed the back of her neck, the back of her shoulders, the sides of her breasts. She arched her head backward as he started to lay these kisses on her body. He thrust in and out of her at the most sensual pace, it was not too fast and it was not too slow. Her body moved in a perfect rhythm with his. She could feel his hair falling free in his face, it tickled her shoulders and it tickled her back. He took her hands in his and he reached them above her head. He clenched his fingers around hers and she knew he was getting ready to explode. She tilted the alignment of her hips just slightly and knew immediately that she had done something very, very good. She was the one that was now clenching his fingers. They moved together, he directly on top of her back, they were one person, the pace quickened and he rested his head on to her shoulder. There was no need for him to breath, but she could feel his cool breath against her skin as he moaned out loud. He snuggled his face as close to her ear as possible, thrust into her, they each clenched each others hands for support, and he softly and breathlessly moaned, I love you.
All she could get out of her lips as she orgasmed was I love you too. He relaxed on to her back, laying there for a moment and enjoying the feeling of her underneath him. Their hands were still locked together, stretched out above her head on the pillows. He pulled their arms back and rolled off of her, wrapping himself around her body, making sure to tuck her exactly where she fit.