Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, you rock. Family issues are keeping me from being 'into' it, and I don't want to wait til I'm feeling up to it to end it. I have an outline, it's just hard to put a pretty bow on it. Thanks to all who read and review or alert. That's why I want to finish ASAP. Thanks bunches and bunches.
Ps. I forgo the sex scenes bc I realized after writing a chapter that this story was rated...not sure, but definitely not M, so I didn't mean for it to get racy.
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I was never so glad that Eric was as old as he was and was able to rise earlier than Pam. I thoroughly enjoyed that extra time...and maybe too much because again, before I knew it I was wakened by a booming noise, voice actually. Eric. I wrestled with the sheets to free myself and see what has him so upset, but I only managed to put my elbows on the bed and crane my head to where he was standing. Then I see it; the envelope. Damn, I must have forgotten to put them away properly. Now, I have a very large, very naked viking vampire leering down at me with slitted eyes full of rage.
"What is the meaning of this?" He growled, shoving his fists in front of my face showing me the poor defenseless envelope and letter that were now crinkled in his enormous hands.
"Um...well...," I stammered before I continued. I could feel his anger boiling over, and it must have seeped its way into my emotions because before I could manage to shut my mouth, I yelled back, "What do you think it looks like, Eric? It's pretty self explanatory, isn't it?" Still trying to free myself from the silk sheets and maintain my dignity, I asked, "What do you expect me to do? Sit around while you go and play nice with Oklahoma? No. I could never do that Eric and you know that. Maybe you don't understand my love for you, but if I risked my life for other people I loved, what makes you think that you would be the exception? On the contrary, I would fight even harder...more." I huffed. I started to tear up, and to make matters worse, I still couldn't free myself from the slippery sheets, so I resigned to just getting up and letting it follow me until I was free of the fabric, and made my way to the bathroom door, naked as the day I was born.
Of course I didn't make it to my destination, he flitted his way in front of me and stood there looking down at me with pleading eyes. I could feel his anger and desperation humming thru him and the bond. I couldn't meet his gaze, my eyes were on the hard wood floors, begging the grains in the wood to do the talking for me. But I didn't have to say anything, he broke the silence. "You would do this to me? Say things I longed to hear you say ever since the day your light entered my dark existence," he paused, "in a letter? You tell me..."
Before he could finish, I started bawling. Does he think I want him to leave? Leave me and marry another woman? To be alone while he plays his part as the dutiful husband for a hundred years? I couldn't fathom that he would ever think that I would just give up on him and go on about my life, like he didn't matter or that I could pretend he never existed. Doesn't he know that a life without him would be miserable and agonizing? I guess I should have really expressed my feelings for him in a more vocal way. I was going to go into an explanation, but then I realized that words weren't enough...I had to open myself up to him the only way that he would understand.
I finally conceded and met his gaze and allowed the bond to do the speaking for me. All my pain, sorrow, hatred, love, devotion, anger, etc. was rippling thru the bond, and if he wasn't standing in front of the door, I believe he may have fallen right on his perfect ass. He wasn't expecting that. After steadying himself, he looked at me and his eyes were softer, they spoke to me when he couldn't. He hung his head low, not knowing what to say or how to respond so I got on my tip toes, cupped his face in my hands and guided him to my lips. He hesitated at first, but responded after I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth to grant me access to a deeper kiss. His lips parted and reciprocated, dropping what was in his hands so he could grab my waist and pull me closer to him, making sure I wasn't going anywhere.
He broke the kiss so I could catch my breath. He looked at me and said, "Sookie, please don't do anything rash. Please, we will figure something out, my lover. We will work this out."
"Baby, I love you so much that I would do anything you asked of me, but you know I can't just let you go. It's just not in my nature to let someone I love be taken away from me. Now, if you wanted to leave me of your own free will, well, that's a different tune. But I know you don't to. I feel you too. You're just as sad, maybe angrier because you don't have any say in what's happening to you, but all that you feel, I feel it too." I brushed his hair off his shoulders and placed my hands on his muscular chest, steadying myself.
"Eric, Pam is going to be here soon, so let's forget all this," I motioned to the pieces of paper on the floor before I continued, "and let's get ourselves nice and dirty again, this way you can make sure you I'm thoroughly clean." I winked and kissed his chest. He engulfed me into his chest, securing me tightly before he was floating us vertically above the bed. Air sex would have to be better than plane sex, right?