A/N: Okay this is my last one of these for now... unless something pops in this wacky brain of mine…

I have an Interlude that is a companion piece I wrote to Chapter 20 of DES and this mini shot was written immediately after it. I'm not going to post the interlude. It's a gift given to reviewers. Its pure Lemonade and Eric's wicked sense of humor… if you want to see it hit me with a review and you shall have it ;) -Viktoria

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*** Special thanks to Vilannh ***

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Rated M for Adult content

The Tiger Argument

SPOV

For the past few months I've been still trying to convinced Eric to get rid of Quinn's carcass. He's refused every time I've asked, 'cause he said it was his "spoils" rewarded from battle. It just gave me the creeps. I couldn't even step foot in the living room. Hell I couldn't even walk past it without shivering in disgust…

The first week after NOLA…

I was going about the house cleaning and dusting, and walked into the living room looking at what use to be one Mr. John Quinn. I know that it's not very Christian of me, but I'm not sad he's dead. He was insufferable in NOLA, pushed things a little too far, then he left me unprotected to get kidnapped by some Weres. Still Eric's little joke… I didn't find very funny at all.

"Eric you have to get rid of that thing, jokes over. Ha ha, you got me." I said

"I will do no such thing. I defeated him in battle. It is my right to keep the spoils." He said flatly.

"Your serious?" I asked exasperated.

"Of course." He said matter of fact. "Is there anything else my Love?"

"Really Eric, this isn't a thousand years ago… just get rid of it."

"Would you have me get rid of my swords, and other trophies acquired from my past victories?" he said perturbed. (word of the day)

I sighed and gave up… for now.

The few months later…

"Eric, please will you just get rid of the damn thing?" I said flatly. He didn't even look up from his papers.

"We have already had this conversation min älskare." He said then moved to his computer screen.

"The living room needs to be dusted and I can't stand to step foot in there."

"That's what maids are for Sookie."

"Were not gonna pay someone to do something as menial as dusting, Eric."

"I will if it eases your comfort. Besides you are my wife you don't have to clean this house. I'm not getting rid of it." With the look on his face he wasn't going to continue with this conversation.

Another month later...

I went shopping with Pam and Amelia one night and something caught my eye. Maybe this will appease the Viking I thought and I bought it.

"Eric… Will you puhle…" I started putting my bags down in the wingback chair.

"No" he said with finality.

"Please? It makes me really uncomfortable. It used to be a MAN for Christ's sakes! If it was just some random Tiger you killed in Africa I wouldn't care." I begged. "I'll ma…" I started

"There are no Tigers in Africa." He stated interrupting me confused.

"What? pfft! That's not the point, the point is Eric." I said saying his name pointedly "Is that it's really creepy to have a dead man lying on the living room floor." He went to that stoic Vampire face that said he wasn't going to give in.

"I'll make you deal?" I asked, he didn't answer so continued "What if I give you something that will replace it? Something that will also remind you of how much I love you?" his face softened and he nodded in the positive. I walked over to the chair, picked up the toy bag, then walked back over to his desk.

"You plan on replacing it with a toy?" he asked skeptically with a raise brow.

"Yes." I said and pulled out a plush Tiger, I went to the pet store and went to one of those tag making machines and had one made with Quinn's name on it then put it on a pink cat collar with diamonds on it. He laughed that laugh I loved so much.

"See I can set it up right here on this shelf and every time you look at it you can remember that you killed him and that I love you." I said sweetly.

"Fine, I'll get rid of it." He growled playfully.

"Thanks Hubby!" I said and walked out of the room.

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