Sookie stood with her hand on the door handle of the corvette. Eric noticed her hesitation and gave her a questioning look.

"Um, where are we going?"

"Home."

"Whose home?" He smiled at her and motioned for her to get in the car.

"Mine. Like you said, you've never been to my house."

Before Sookie could exit the car, Eric was around to her side and holding the door for her. Eric held her hand as they walked to the entrance of his home.

He unlocked the door and before she could react Eric swept her up in his arms.

"I believe this is tradition." She laughed then kissed him as he carried her over the threshold. She had thought he would show her around, but Eric had other plans. He whisked her through the living room and up the stairs. He gently placed her on her feet beside a king size bed. The room was completely dark expect for a small desk lamp in the corner.

"Your room?"

"Our room."

God, I love it when you talk like that.

She grinned into his kiss.

She rested her head on his stomach and tried to even out her breathing. Eric was flat on his back, arms spread wide, sated and smug.

"I think I pulled something." She giggled.

"Your flexibility is greatly appreciated, lover." He chuckled as he brought his hand to the back of her head and started playing with a few strands of her hair.

"I hope you know how much I love you." She climbed up his body and tucked herself into his side.

"I do. I can feel it."

"Good." He wrapped his arms around her and knew something else was coming. He could feel that as well. "Go ahead."

"Go ahead, what?"

"Something is spinning in that brain of yours. I can feel your emotions tumbling around inside you." She sighed and sat up on the edge of the bed.

"I'll be right back." He nodded and watched her with appreciative eyes as she walked into the bathroom. He could tell she wasn't actually upset about anything. It seemed to be more apprehension. She emerged a few minutes later and retrieved his shirt from the floor. She slipped it over her shoulders and buttoned the two middle buttons. Eric held his hand out for her to return to the bed. She nudged his hip for him to scoot over so she could sit cross-legged beside him.

"Okay, here's the thing." Seeing this was going to be a serious discussion, Eric sat up against the headboard so he could look her in the eyes.

"What's the thing?" She grinned at his attempt to be cute.

"I want to be the one to tell Sam about us."

"That's fine."

"…and Bill."

"We can both tell Bill."

"No, you'll be mean. There have already been too many hurt feelings between us. I don't want you adding to them."

"I will be with you when you tell him." She chewed on her bottom lip and looked across the room. He slipped his hand around her waist and settled it against her hip.

"One condition."

"A condition?! You're negotiating with your husband about your ex-lover?" Her gaze snapped back to his. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again. She took a deep breath and looked at his eyes. She was trying to be a good wife to him. She wanted to be mature and understanding. She wanted to be everything he was to her.

"When you say it like that it sounds pretty wrong, huh?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but promise me something?" He eyed her wearily but nodded his head.

"Be nice." He snorted. "Okay, at least be…respectful."

"Why do you think I wouldn't be?" It was her turn to snort at his feigned innocence.

"Gee, I don't know. Because you're a bad ass Viking Vampire Sheriff that's been known to gloat and preen like a peacock in heat, dangling your power and glory in front of all who come within ten feet of you."

"You like my power and glory." He squeezed her hip a little and she laughed.

"Yeah, but I'm sure it's a bit…much for normal people. So, are you going to at least try to be respectful?"
"I will try."

She looked at the small digital clock on the bedside table and sighed.

"I have to go to work today. I'm not looking forward to telling Sam that he's got to find a new waitress."

"You're on the lunch shift, correct?"

"Yeah." She mentally calculated how many more hours she had to lay with Eric and then how much time it would take to get back to Bon Temps and change before she had to be at work. "Oh, wait! I don't have my car. You're going to have to take me home now so you'll have enough time to get back before dawn."

"Take the SUV. It's yours now."

"What?"

"The Escalade in the garage. I hardly drive it. It's yours now. The keys are in the drawer by the refrigerator."

"Eric, I have a car."

"Ha! You have a second hand Malibu."
"There's nothing wrong with my car."

"There's nothing wrong with a married couple using their second car, either. Drive the Escalade. If you don't like it, we'll pick out a car that's more suitable for you."

"No."

"Yes."
"Eric."

"Sookie."
She let out another frustrated sigh and he grinned.

"You won't win this one. You are Mrs. Northman now. You won't look like a pauper."

"So I looked like a pauper before?!" Indignation flew all over her.

"Oh no! We're not fighting about this. You yourself said that married couples should share everything."

"I meant secrets, stories about your day and space in the bathroom and stuff." Dammit! Stop using my words against me!

Eric shook his head and laughed.

"Well, I believe this falls under the category of stuff."

"But…" He grinned at her knowing he had won. He pulled her face to his and kissed her frustrated pout.

"Make sure you are careful backing up. It's much larger than what you're used to."

"Fine."

He trailed his tongue down her neck and kissed her jaw line.

"Aw, poor lover. I guess being taken care of by your husband is something you will have to come to terms with." He tickled her side as he nibbled on her earlobe. She tried to push him away but he tightened his grip and pushed her back against the bed. Laughter vibrated off the walls of their bedroom.

"This is all new to me." She finally said after catching her breath again.

"I know. We will both have to make accommodations and adjustments."

"I still love you, though." She poked his side as he settled between her legs.

"I love you."