Chapter 2

After we got to my house, I warmed him up some Type O and took a shower and changed into a long old flannel nightgown. I knew I was dragging my feet. Part of me was hoping that he would have given up and left, part of me was afraid that he would think he had even more power over me now that he really remembered everything, and another part of me was wanting him naked on my bed. I was going through a dry spell and knew how unforgettable his butt was.

When I went into the kitchen he was just sitting there. He was doing that really still down time thing. When he realized that I was there he smiled. Long, slow.

"I really like that nightgown Sookie. It hides all the really wonderful things inside. Like a gift asking to be unwrapped."

I didn't really know what to say. I could feel his words all the way down. I was ready to throw myself at him. I had to mentally slap myself.

"Eric, what are you doing here?" I sounded tired.

"We need to talk. The kings delegates left last night. I would have come then but I wanted to make sure that they were really on their way first. If they realized how much you mean to me, they could use you against me." This is one of the things I was worried about. This is so typical of the political Eric. I still didn't know what to say. I'm not usually so tongue tied.

"I don't want anyone trying to hurt you Eric. I didn't ask for this. What do you want me to do?" I figured this was the point he was getting at. He wants to distance himself from me to protect his business, his position, his exsistence.

"That's not what I want to talk about Sookie. I want to talk about something else. I remember everything now and that helps me put some of the stuff I was feeling in perspective. Now I know, lover."

He got up and walked over to me. He put his hands on the side of my face and made me look up at him. I tried to look away but his hands held me there.

"I want you." He said. Then he leaned over and kissed me so gently. Then he deepened the kiss and it became a little hungrier.

I was breathing heavy when he ended the kiss. I was putty in his hands and he knew it. I had no fight in me at the moment. I was thinking about getting to my bed in the shortest amount of time. But he turned away and went back to the table and sat down.

"We need to come to an understanding my lover. Don't try to deny that you want me too." He said quietly.