Sookie woke up to find Eric in an arm chair by the window, wearing only a pair of black slacks, and cleaning his gun. He looked up from his work when he heard her sit up, the sheets and blankets pooling around her waist, leaving her chest bare to his eager eyes.

"My love, you are magnificent," he said, putting his gun down and climbing into the bed to pin her down and hover over her taut body. She however, pouted, and pushed him off of her to climb out of the bed, and walked over to the gun, where she picked it up with distaste, dangling it from between her fingers.

"Eric, you know how I feel about guns," she complained, and he immediately rolled out of bed and took it from her, cradling it gently and replacing it back into its rosewood box. She rolled her eyes. Eric treated that gun better than she did her jewelry.

"I'm sorry, I do know how you feel, however, I had expected to be finished cleaning it long before you woke up. Then I had planned to rejoin my gorgeous wife in bed," he responded, looking up from replacing the box back into the safe, grinning winningly at her. His eyes roved over her naked form, enjoying how comfortable she was in the nude around him.

He did know how she felt about guns, of course, and it never ceased to amaze him that a back woods country girl held such disgust for them. In fact the only gun he was allowed to keep in the bedroom was the handgun that was sitting on their bedside table, just in case. The one in the box was the one he carried on his person at all times outside of their bedroom. It was a Glock 22 .40 S& W, and as Eric was always telling her, the easiest pistol in the world to conceal, which was, of course, the reason why he carried it.

She rolled her eyes once again, but couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face at his words. She walked up to him and said, poking him gently in the chest, "You big flatterer, you think I'm going to just fall in bed with you for some pretty words?"

He laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist, and drawing her in close. "Maybe not for some pretty words, but as I recall, I gave you some pretty jewelry last night, will you fall into bed with me for that?" He asked teasingly, leaning in to nip at her lips.

Sookie laughed along with him. "So now you think I'm so kind of vain woman, who only cares about the material things in life, is that it?"

He chuckled, and leaned in close to whisper in her ear, all teasing gone from his eyes, "You my love, are without a doubt, the most generous, selfless, charitable person I have ever met," he followed his words up with kisses along her ear and neck.

She moaned, low and sensuous, wrapping her hands through his mane of blond hair to tug his head back to look him in the eyes. "Maybe flattery does get you everywhere," she whispered before taking his lips within hers, and kissing him.

He wrapped his own hands through her hair, deepening the kiss, until her back was arched and she was whimpering into his mouth, her hands loosened from his hair, and wrapped around his neck, clinging to him desperately.

He slowly straightened them back up, removing one hand from her hair, and drifting down her sides, feather light, making her shiver. His hand made its way down her right leg, and to her knee, where he grabbed it, and hitched her naked leg around his waist, before switching hands, and repeating the process with her other leg.

When she was properly anchored to his body, he turned back towards the bed, and gently laid her down upon it, removing his lips, and giving her time to breath, which she did, in great gasps and gulps, trying to quell the shivering. He ghosted his lips down her neck, to the junction between her neck and shoulder; her sweet spot. Her breath hitched, at which he chuckled, and kissed his way back up to her ear where he whispered, "Breath my lover."

She once again took great gulps of air, as his lips made his way down her body. When he made it to her right breast, and took it within his hot mouth, her head threw back, and she braided his hair through her fingers, and pressed his head farther into her chest. His tongue began to flick her nipple in time with her short puffs of breath, while his left hand left a blazing trail up to her left breast, where it settled firmly there, and began to squeeze in time with the flicks of his tongue.

Sookie was going into overload, and her head was thrashing with all the sensations overwhelming her body. "Eric," she moaned, tugging on his hair, and Eric, ever obedient to his wife's demands, especially in bed, immediately lifted his head, releasing her breast with a faint 'pop'. "Eric," she whimpered, "go lower, lower please."

He chuckled, and obeyed instantly, sliding down her body before she even had time to blink, and placing his mouth upon her mound. Immediately she jerked up and screamed with the shock, her hands fisting themselves into the sheets below her, and Eric had to bring his hands to her legs to spread them further, and to stop her thrashing.

He drank from her as if she was an endless fountain, and held the key to immortal youth. His tongue fucked her tight sheath, before moving up towards her clit and kissing it lightly. He moved his left knee up to pin down her right leg, freeing up his left hand to plunge his fingers into her cavern, causing her to moan aloud. His tongue began to flicker faster on her clit, as his fingers moved deeper and deeper, searching, until he found her elusive g-spot, and with a wail, Sookie came, gushing onto his fingers.

When she had recovered some time later, and her breathing had slowed to regular, she looked down to see Eric's head resting upon her breast with his eyes closed, apparently very comfortable. She studied his form, and noticed to her embarrassment that his pants were still on. "Eric?" She murmured, lightly stroking his hair.

"Hmm," he muttered back lazily, rubbing his head onto her hands, much like a cat.

"You didn't come, did you? You pleasured me, but you never found your release?" She asked, and he lifted his head to look her straight in the eye.

"Sookie, it doesn't bother me, all I care about is your pleasure," he said, gazing into her eyes, and trying to make her understand his position.

"Well, I care about your pleasure, and I want you to find some!" She hissed, before flipping them over, so she was on top, and he was on the bottom.

"Well if you insist little one." Eric gave a cocky grin, before crossing his arms behind his head, and staring down at his glorious wife who was about to give him a magnificent blow job.

She stalked down his body, licking and blowing cool air on certain spots, making him shiver, and lose some of his cocky edge. She made her way down to his erect member, and stared him straight in the eyes, and said, "Oh, I do insist," just before wrapping her lips around his cock, taking him in slowly.

Eric hissed at the sensation of her moist mouth wrapped around his need member, and resisted the urge to bring his hands to her head, and shoving her down. He knew she wanted this to be the same experience he just gave her; a loving one. Frantic fucking could always come later.

She bobbed her head up and down his cock, taking in more and more each time, until she could go no further, and wrapped her hands around the rest of him, twisting him lightly. She slowly pulled up, and released him before coming down to lick the head, while reaching with her hands to give tribute to his balls.

She took him back into her mouth, and this time he could not resist lightly moving his hips up, gently fucking her mouth with his engorged flesh. She moaned, the vibrations causing a torrent of shivers to run all over his body.

Eric was going crazy, and he knew he could not take much more of this, and wanted to be inside his wife when he came. When she released his member once more, he took that opportunity to pull her head up, and force her to look at him, and see him shaking his head.

With a sigh she sat up, and shook back her hair. She opened her mouth to speak to him, but before she could say anything, he had grabbed her about the waist, and easily lifted her up and over his body, to hover at the tip of his member. She helped direct his cock to her opening, and he released her hips, allowing her dripping wet center to slide easily down his pole. They both moaned loudly at the sensations, and Sookie paused for a moment to adjust to the feeling.

After a moment, she was comfortable, and, pressing her hands against his chest, began to move up and down, rotating her hips every so often, with Eric below her thrusting up slowly.

With great difficulty, they kept their loving romantic, and truly made love until they finally came; Eric with a loud groan, and Sookie with a light whimper before she collapsed across his chest, with his member still wedged inside her.

Eric's phone began vibrating on the bedside table, and he lifted Sookie off him, and laid her next to him, and wrapped the blankets around her, as he drifted off to sleep.

With some reluctance, he turned away from her, and answered his phone, "Northman."

The next time Sookie awoke, her eyes immediately darted towards the arm chair by the window, which was empty.

Her eyes then darted towards the door, and noticed that her Alexander McQueen luggage was stacked next to Eric's non descript luggage.

"Eric?" She called out into the suite, still gazing at the suitcases suspiciously. He immediately appeared in the door, completely dressed in the same slacks as before, with a sky blue shirt that matched his eyes tucked into them, his suspenders on, and his jacket draped over his arm.

"Yes darling?" He asked, while leaning against the wall, and shrugging on his jacket.

"Are we taking a trip somewhere?" She asked, her voice syrupy sweet.

He internally grinned, having already anticipating the minefield he was about to step into. "Yes, we are checking out of the Waldorf, and instead will be taking up residence in the Hotel Burnham, in Chicago." He openly grinned when Sookie's eyes lit up. She loved the Hotel Burnham, almost as much as she loved the Waldorf.

"Why are we going to Chicago? For how long?" She asked, getting up from the bed, and putting on her La Perla underwear.

Eric sighed; this was the part he was dreading. He decided just to dive in, and go for it. "We will be doing a favor for Felipe de Castro," he replied, and winced as the happy expression on Sookie's face fell flat.

"Felipe de Castro?" She confirmed, her eyes narrowing, and her lips pursing, though she refrained from making a comment.

He nodded in reply. He knew that she couldn't stand the man, and frankly he wasn't too fond of de Castro either, he seemed far too interested in Sookie for his liking, but he was a powerful man in their world, and even Eric couldn't afford to have him as an enemy.

"Well I suppose we should get this over with," Sookie said, beginning to walk over to her luggage to pick out something to wear on the flight, but Eric's voice stopped her quest.

"I've already laid out something for you to wear."

And she turned to the bureau to see that there was already a Donna Karan black wrap skirt laid out, with an Akris gathered cream blouse, and her favorite black Louboutin pumps. She rolled her eyes, before shimmying into the outfit.

When she was finished, Eric took her arm, and led her out the door and down to the lobby. They left the luggage for the chauffer to pick up. As soon as they made their way into the lobby, all the employees stood up a bit straighter, and naturally smiled a bit bigger. The Southtons were some of their favorite guests; Eric Southton was a big tipper, and Sookie Southton was just a naturally kind and sweet woman, and everyone could tell they were deeply in love with one another.

"Are you enjoying your stay Mr. and Mrs. Southton?" The concierge asked, for once not pasting a smile on his face. He knew, as did everyone, that the only reason why they stayed there was because Mrs. Hampton loved the Waldorf, and it was apparent in their tips, and she was the only guest they'd ever had that never complained. She was their absolute favorite, and as such, they all strived to do their best for her, and make her stay as pleasurable as possible.

"Very much, Mark, but we will be checking out for a couple of weeks; David here has a business meeting in Los Angeles." Sookie replied, easily giving the kind concierge their aliases, and dummy location.

"Well, we are happy that you enjoyed your stay here, once again, and hope that you have a lovely time in Los Angeles, and when you return, your room will be ready and waiting for you, of course." Mark said, checking them out on his computer, and making a note to send housekeeping up.

"You're a good man, Mark." Eric said, sliding a hundred dollar bill across, before gallantly taking 'Mrs. Southton's' arm, and leading her out of the lobby.

They slid into the limo waiting for them, and Eric addressed the chauffeur, directing him to the private hangar they would be flying out of.

"Eric, we're here!" Sookie exclaimed excitedly, gazing down at the night life of Chicago as they began their descent.

"I see that lover," Eric replied, chuckling at her child like wonder, before turning his mind to more serious matters. "Sookie. Sookie." He had to repeat her name to get her attention. "When we get to the hangar, Alcide will be waiting for us, along with Clancy and Chow. Alcide will go with you to the hotel, while Clancy and Chow will come with me. I want to get this job done for Felipe as soon as possible."

"Well, I don't like having a bodyguard, but I understand," Sookie said, looking a little disgruntled, as the plane touched down on the tar mac.

"I knew you would," Eric responded, kissing her lightly on the lips. "But I must let you know in advance, when I return; I will have a guest with me."

"Alright, alright," Sookie murmured, already distracted by being in Chicago, and barely listening to him. Eric smirked, and helped her to her feet, and down the plane steps, to where Alcide was waiting for her. Alcide immediately took her arm, and began leading her to her limo, already listening to her chatter about their time in New York, a light smile playing across his face.

Eric waited until she was safely ensconced in the limo, and driving off before turning to his own vehicle, a shiny red corvette, with the driver's seat open and waiting for him.

"Let's go," he said to Chow and Clancy, and the two of them pulled out their guns.

Sookie was hanging her clothes up in the closet in their suite, when she heard the door open and close. She paid no mind to it, figuring it was Eric, and he would find her eventually. She wanted to finish hanging her clothes before they went out for dinner. Eric's luggage had taken twenty minutes to hang, but she was heading into the third hour. Eric liked to buy her things. She knew she could have a maid do it, but as she was from humble beginnings, she had never felt comfortable bossing others around.

After ten minutes, and Eric still had not come to greet her, she was getting a little curious, but continued to hang clothes, until she heard a woman shriek. She immediately dropped the Dior dress she was holding and rushed out to the living room in time to hear Eric hissing "Shut up!" While brandishing a gun in front of a girl's face, as she sat on the couch. She wore a low cut shirt, barely a scrap of material, and a short skirt, and she didn't look a day over eighteen, with wild eyes.

Sookie gasped, her hand going up to cover her mouth. Eric turned around at the sound, and blanched upon seeing his wife. "Sookie, I thought you were out somewhere," he began hesitantly, using his wife's alias. He didn't like to bring her into these kinds of things. Bank robberies yes, as a grifter, but not kidnappings, not guns.

"Eric, what's going on?" She asked warily, knowing that it had to be bad, if they weren't using aliases. That meant that the girl wasn't going to be living long enough to tell anyone their real names. She gazed at the girl with compassion.

"This is Felipe's favor," he responded. Sookie came closer to the girl and kneeled down to speak to her. Eric tensed up beside her.

"I'm Sookie, what's your name?" She asked politely.

"What the fuck do you care?" The girl responded callously, before lashing out with her hand, and slapping Sookie square across the face.

Eric immediately roared aloud, causing Chow and Clancy to come rushing in from the hallway, pulling their guns. Eric pushed Sookie behind him, while bringing the hand with the gun around, and smacking the girl soundly across her cheek, causing her to shriek with agony.

"Eric!" Sookie shrieked in horror, rushing into their bedroom and slamming the door.

"Watch her," Eric growled at Clancy and Chow, before following Sookie into the bedroom.

Inside the room, Sookie raged at Eric, opening bag after bag of luggage, apparently looking for something. "He's going to kill her, isn't he? You kidnap, he kills!" She shrieked at him, causing him to wince.

"Keep your voice down Sookie! And I don't know for certain that he's going to kill her…." He hedged, though it was a very slim chance that the girl was not going to die.

"Bullshit," Sookie snapped, "you know she is, otherwise you would be using aliases! God, Eric, she's only eighteen!"

"She knew what she was getting into! She knows what that life entails!" Eric raged back at her, though he kept his voice low.

Sookie bit her tongue, as she knew that those statements could apply to her as well. "Did you have to hit her?"

Eric snarled at the thought. "I will not apologize for that, she hit you! I would do it again if I had to, several times in fact!"

Sookie sneered at him, before finally opening the luggage containing all her handbags, and pulling out her Nancy Gonzalez crocodile bag, and putting all her necessities into it. She marched to the door, and flung it open, stomping through the suite, while tugging on her Louboutins.

"Where are you going?" Eric demanded, following her through the living room.

"Shopping," she snapped before leaving through the front door and slamming it behind her.

The sharp noise made him jump, and he sunk down into an arm chair groaning. Sookie only went shopping when she was very happy, had an occasion to shop for, like a wedding, or when she was extremely pissed. He had a feeling he knew what scenario it was this time.

He looked up to find Clancy, Chow, and the girl staring at him. He ignored them, and pulled out his cell phone. "Alcide. It's Eric. Sookie's left. Catch up with her in the lobby, and take her wherever she wants to go. Keep any men from her. I don't even want any male clerks around her, not tonight."

He hung up, and leaned back, and sighed, running his hands through his hair, and then over his face, exhausted beyond all belief.

A/N: Well there you have it! Sorry it took so long to post, hopefully Nothing Personal will be up soon. I believe this is my longest chapter ever! BTW, the Southtons, David and Samantha, ARE Eric and Sookie, these are their aliases. Southton, Northman, get it? Also, this was my first 'true' lemon, so I'm nervous. Thanks for reading!

Factual Factoids

The Hotel Burnham is real, in Chicago, and housed in the historic Reliance Building.

Sookie is referred to as a 'grifter', this is essentially a fancy name for a con-man or woman in this case.