Chapter 8

Okay so I'm a faery princess and Eric is my protector. She laughed out loud at all that she had found out tonight. She needed to sleep, her mind was tired. She walked into the living room as the credits began rolling on the screen. Eric turned to her a smile on his face.

"Took you long enough. Afraid you couldn't keep your hands off of me?" He noticed her expression. Something was wrong. "Sookie?" He questioned. She sat down beside him and took a deep breath.

Eric closed the door to her bedroom walking towards his own. She was exhausted. His faery princess was exhausted. He smiled taking off his clothes and climbing beneath the covers. He knew the second he saw Sookie that night that something was special about her. He would have never had guessed this though. He thought back to the only time he had seen Niall. It was easily 800 years ago, during the war. Godric and Eric had split up trying to drain all the fae that they could. The blood had been delicious; it warmed the body from the inside out. Eric listened to Godric in all things. He wanted to make his maker proud. When the war started he did not question the reasoning behind the war. Only what Godric wanted him to do, and he did it with a smile on his face. He came upon a faery badly beaten, too tired to dissipate. Walking up on him, he had every intention as to drain him. His eyes met the fae's, and suddenly he could not go through with it. He felt something in his gut, telling him to let this one free. Eric always trusted his instincts, they were never wrong. He stayed with the man until his strength had returned. Before he left he thanked Eric, telling him that Niall prince of the faeries was in his debt. He never told Godric what he had done. He told Godric everything, but this he knew he must keep to himself. Another gut feeling. Now he knew why. He was destined to be the protector to his great-granddaughter, his Sookie. Eric rarely held prophecies to any regard. Free will was just that. But he had never been involved in one before. To know what it felt like. He knew this was his destiny. Sookie was his destiny. He fell asleep with a smile on his handsome face.

Sookie woke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee. She hadn't woken to that smell since Gran had died. Throwing her covers off she walked to the kitchen. She was met by Eric sitting at the table reading the paper a cup of coffee in his hand. He smiled at her. "Good morning." This was ideal. A memory of a dream she had not long ago of finding Bill in this same position before the sun burned him to a crisp came to her mind. The sun shone on his blonde hair making it look as if he was glowing. He was so handsome. She turned to the coffeepot trying to calm her thoughts. She accepted that he would be her protector. She even was warming to the idea. But she couldn't get involved with him. She wouldn't have her heart broken again. Human Eric was perfect for her, but that was going to change. He was going to go back to the way he was. She needed to remember this.

"Sleep well?" He asked folding the paper and putting it on the table.

"Like the dead." They laughed at her choice of words. "I think I'm going to make biscuits and gravy for breakfast this morning. You game?" She asked sitting at the table a mug in her hands. He agreed and she began breakfast. He sat silent watching her work. This is what he would have wanted so many years ago. His woman making him breakfast, getting ready for the day ahead together. If Sookie had been there in his village 1000 years ago, he had no doubt that this would have been his life. It was his life now. For a time anyway. Soon he would return to being vampire and these easy mornings would be gone. He felt himself sadden at the thought. He was surprised to say the least. He loved being a vampire, being a mortal held no fascination for him. He watched Sookie roll the biscuits and heard the birds chirping outside. Then why did the idea of never having this again make his heart want to stop? He stopped his thinking; it was going nowhere good in his opinion.

"I'm going to take a shower Sookie." He said quickly, rushing from the room. What was that about? She asked herself. Deciding to ignore it she went back to making breakfast for herself and Eric.

Eric stood in the shower letting the warm water rush down his back. Would he give it up for her? The immortality, the women? A picture of her writhing beneath him, her lips swelled from his mouth on hers flashed in his mind. He instantly hardened. Grabbing himself he brought back the memories of last night to his mind. Rubbing himself with more and more urgency. Only this time there was no dog to interrupt them. He got to taste her this time. He got to feel her thighs against his head holding him to her... He came quickly.

"Eric!" He heard her yell from the hallway. "Breakfast is ready when you get out." He turned his face to the water trying to calm himself. What was she doing to him?

Eric helped her with the dishes, both of them laughing about a story of him and Godric during the 60's that he had begun telling her.

"And then what happened?" Sookie snorted. His eyebrow lifted at the sound. It was so adorable.

"Well, once the herb wore off we sat there staring at each other with daisy chains in our hair..." Sookie began laughing so hard she dropped the glass she had been washing causing the dishwater to splash Eric in the face. This only caused her laughter to increase. She fell to the ground holding her stomach, tears rolling out of her eyes.

He smiled at her, his hair dripping with the lukewarm water, dish bubbles on his eyebrow. "You think this is funny?" He asked pointing to himself. She nodded, gasping for air. Making very unladylike noises. He threw the dishtowel in the sink. "Alright." He grabbed a hand full of bubbles and hit his knees in front of Sookie. She saw what was in his hand and stopped laughing immediately. He blew them off his hand and onto her face. Closing her eyes she felt the bubbles pop on her skin. She opened them to see Eric's brilliant smile. "Your right. It is funny." She stood up turning back to the sink. He resumed his place besides her still smiling. Quickly she grabbed the sprayer turning the water on and soaking him. He backed up, but the stream of water followed. His eyes changed and he tried to grab the sprayer out of her hands. His feet slipped causing him to fall to his butt on the floor. Sookie laughed, but seeing the look on Eric's face turned and ran from the kitchen. "You're not getting off that easy!" She heard him yell behind her. Running to the living room behind the couch he came lumbering out his white tee clinging to his skin. Wow. He came towards her but she ran behind the couch giggling at his empty threats. She threw the front door open and ran down the steps him only a few feet behind her. Running towards the back of the house she turned no longer hearing him behind her. Slowing down and trying to regain her breath she bumped into something behind her.

"Eeek!" She screamed. She tried to run, but his arms encircled her keeping her held tight to his wet chest.

"Got you." He whispered in her ear huskily. He brought his hand down her side grasping her hip and pulling her lower half into him. She felt his hardness and all thoughts of playing left her mind. The thoughts of why she shouldn't be doing this were barely a whisper anymore. She needed this, she needed him. She was instantly aroused by the feel of him against her. She let out a soft moan. Eric would never get tired of that sound. He turned her around and brought his lips to hers. He traced her mouth with his sinful tongue. She opened her mouth silently begging for him to continue. His hands grasped her hair keeping her face to his. My God this man could kiss. He pulled away from her and met her eyes. They were hungry, just like he knew his were. He laid them down in the grass nipping at her neck. She squirmed beneath him rubbing herself on his jean covered thigh. She needed release. He was going to give it to her. But not right away. He had waited a long time for this, it would not be rushed. He pushed her body back to the ground, holding her there with his large hand. He opened her sleep shirt button by button watching as her naked chest was revealed to him for the first time. He sat back, pulling the shirt from her arms. She was gorgeous. Her skin glowing in the sun, her nipples hard peaks. Begging for a taste. "Sweet Sookie." She heard him whisper against her stomach. Kissing his way to her chest grabbing her nipple between his teeth. She moaned his name. Nothing had ever felt this good. His other hand reached up to knead her other breast in time with the sinful moves of his tongue. "So good." She moaned. He raised his head from her chest meeting her eyes. They were full of lust, and something else. They stared into her soul. He continued to look at her with something she didn't recognize. She dropped her gaze to his chest, noticing that he still had his soaked shirt on. She grabbed the bottom and eagerly pulled it over his head. Once it was passed his head and thrown behind them she brought her hands to his hard chest. He was perfect. He wasn't over muscled. She didn't like that much. He was lean and hard in all the right places. She raked her fingernails over his damp skin. He moaned her name at the contact. She got to his nipples and felt them harden beneath her fingers. She smiled, pleased that she could make this God of a man do that. He grabbed her hands and put them behind her head. "You will get more than enough time to touch me soon enough my Sookie." He told her between kisses to her stomach. "But for now." He stopped meeting her eyes again. "It is my turn." He flashed her that Eric smirk. The one that had made her so mad in the past. But now it only ignited an already burning fire. He winked trailing his tongue down her stomach to her sleeping shorts. He pulled them off and stared at Sookie finally completely naked under him. She was perfect. He moved his hands gripping her inner thighs pulling them apart slowly. He watched as Sookie was open to him. "Beautiful." He told her softly. Almost reverently. She sighed and looked at the sky above her. This was heaven. "Sookie." He said. She brought her eyes back to his. "Watch me, watch how I please you." He kissed her on the inside of one of her thighs and moved to the other. "Know that it is me doing this to you." He licked her slit moaning the whole time. Her eyes were in danger of closing but she needed to watch him. Watch what he was making her do. "Delicious. Just how I imagined you would taste." His breath on her sensitive parts caused her to shudder. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue making slow circles. "Please." She asked. "Please what Sookie?" He asked feigning innocence. "Eric, please." He chuckled slightly biting her clit with his teeth. She screamed his name feeling her stomach tighten. She was so close. "Let yourself go." He urged her. Sliding his two long fingers inside of her resuming his teasing circles with his tongue. She writhed beneath him she was so damn close. "Cover my face in you Sookie." His voice was doing wonders to her right now. His accent had become more pronounced. It was the sexiest thing she had ever heard. She brought her hands to her breasts rubbing herself in time with the thrusts of his tongue. He chuckled blowing air on her exposed clit. She sounded like an animal; she was preparing herself for a mind blowing orgasm. He thrust his fingers inside of her again sucking her clit into his mouth hard. "Eric!" She screamed becoming light headed. She saw spots, felt as if she would pass out. He dropped his tongue to her center eagerly lapping up everything she had to offer. Moaning with ecstasy as he tasted her in his throat. He moved over her body kissing her. She could taste herself on his mouth, and it was strangely exciting. She felt him rubbing against her opening. She needed him. She pulled his face from hers and looked into his blue eyes. "Please Eric, I need you inside me." It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. He pushed himself inside of her in one thrust. He knew he was bigger than Compton and he wanted the pain to be over as soon as possible for her. She bit her lip at the pain. He was huge. But soon the pain gave way to pleasure. She was so tight; he wasn't sure how long he could last inside of her. "God Sookie, so tight." His eyes rolled in his head trying to make himself last. She pushed her hips up against him, matching his thrust pushing him even further inside her. She moaned raking her nails down his chest. He wouldn't make it with her doing things like that to him. He drew himself out of her and reached down twisting her clit at the same time as he slammed back into her. "Errrrriccc!" She screamed. He felt her strangle him within her. He came with a roar filling her up. He dropped his head to her forehead. Sweat beading off his brow. He looked into her eyes, and saw her happiness. He knew she could see his as well. "Destiny." He told her kissing her lips softly.