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DREAM DOCTOR

II

SPOV

Run away? When did I ever run away from anything complicated? Sookie Stackhouse never ran away and will never run away from a difficult situation... even if it ends up killing her. Which was hardly the case... the worst that could happen was for me to get redder than I already was. Mortification. Bashfulness. Deep Embarrassment. Sure, no problem... I was capable of handling that and more. Big girl panties on? Check, I got them!

"My dreams... my dreams are about... their nature is s..s..sexual." I finally managed to tell him in a barely audible whisper. Of course, my eyes mimicked my voice as they descended from his face into my tight clasped hands that were placed in my lap. What?! I was wearing my big girl bikini-panties, my Hipsters and my Boyshort ones were all to wash. So, Sue Me! Anyway, I definitely wouldn't forget to buy more of those and I had to remember to never leave my house without a pair of them for my next appointments. Next appointments? I must have been having some kind of brain-embarrassment-induced-damage.

"Can you remember any of them in detail or just some parts? Can you see yourself or you just see other people?" He inquired of me with a calm reassuring voice devoid of any kind of prejudices.

"Yes. I remember all of them. In detail. And I can see myself... and... I can see... my Go... others!" I replied letting the words 'my Gods' almost slip out of my mouth.

"Can you describe one of those dreams to me? Try to tell me everything you see, hear, feel..." He asked of me and this was the part where I definitely needed my big girl panties on. Unfortunately, I think that I was wearing my thong ones instead of my bikini ones. They were all to wash too. Note to self: Buy lots of new underwear, the bigger the better AND make sure you wash clothes more often.

"I... I... I don't think I am able to do that..." I mumbled out to him.

"I can see you are not at ease. Why don't you lie down and make yourself more comfortable? You can even close your eyes if it makes you feel better. Here let me help you." He told me and I felt him get up from his chair and come closer to me. The damn air conditioner was really off. I suddenly felt almost as if I was becoming claustrophobic. But, surprisingly I felt better when he put both of his big long fingered hands on my shoulders and began to lower me down into the chaise lounge couch. Of course, that ignited something else entirely different within me. Titillation. Arousal. Fireworks. Sure, no problem... I was capable of handling that AND MORE! Right... in my Dreams. Literally!

I let out a long sigh and closed my eyes as he lowered me down. When the upper part of my body was practically in the horizontal position, with the exception of my head that was slightly elevated, he grabbed my legs and feet and matched them to the same position as the rest of my body. Then it happened. I heard him utter a very loud "SHIT" and then I felt his body fall right on top of mine. He didn't crush me or hurt me in any way. I guess that somehow he must have had the reflex to put his hands forward before his body completely smashed into mine and his arms were able to hold part of his body weight away from mine. Part. The other part was very much on top of me. I think I gasped. Or moaned. Or cursed. Or did the three of them. Or whatever! Three things I sure did. One: I opened my eyes. Two: I lifted my arms. Three: I placed my hands on his body.

When my eyes opened they were met by two beautiful deep blue spheres. I could feel his sweet breath on my face and my mouth could almost taste it. Almost. Inches separated my lips from his. On instinct my tongue got out of my mouth and in a circular slow movement it licked my very dry lips. His pupils grew in size and I think I heard him release a somewhat contained groan. Oh, yes, my hands. Well, at first they landed on his masterly sculpted chest, but they soon started to travel to the sides and upwards until they stopped on his well defined back. A quick-witted thought crossed my mind then:«Now here's someone who could teach me a thing or two... or even three about... workout!»

Claws. My fingernails pressed harder into his clothed skin as if I was soon to transform into a She-Wolf. Now where did that come from? AH! I had been listening to Shakira's new song on my way to town. Of course that was it. Yes, nothing to do with the primitive bestial urge I was feeling building up inside me in that precise moment.

He grunted and his eyes became a darker shade of blue and his mouth got closer to mine. The phone on his desk started to ring. He did not move. I did not move. The phone kept ringing and then after a few rings it stopped. His lips brushed mine like if they were a feather and as I was starting to close my eyes to feel his coming kiss there was a knock on the door.

This time this particular noise did make him move. When the second knock on the door came he was already away from my body. He was standing up with his eyes closed as if to regain control and after threading both of his hands through his hair he opened them and looked down at me. I met his gaze and slowly sat up. I let my fingers check my shirt to see if it was still in place and then I let them go into my hair to put it right. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could say a word the door was flung open.

"Is everything alright in here? Eric, didn't you hear the phone ringing and the knocks on the door? Oh, my... am I interrupting something?" The receptionist said eying both of us with a strange look.

"Yes, Pamela, everything is alright. And you know I don't like to answer the phone when I am with my... pat... clients and we are in the middle of a session. We were just finishing and as for the door I was about to say 'Come in' when you entered." He explained to her with a very controlled yet somehow upset voice.

"I am sorry, Eric, but I had to tell you that it is almost time for you to go to the studio. You don't want to be late, do you?" She told him and then turned to me and said: "I am so sorry to have barged in on your session, but the good Dr. here needs to go to his photo shoot. I had this fantastic idea of making two Calendars and donate the revenues to the construction of the Hospital's new ward. It will be a Psychiatry/ Psychology ward. And both of us will be working there, too. But I digress. As I was saying there will be a male and a female Calendar. Eric will be in one and I will be on the other one. It wasn't easy, but I managed to recruit other 11 male Doctors and 11 female Doctors to be on these Calendars when I told them what it would be for. I already went to my photo shoot but Eric seems to be a bit reticent about going to his and keeps postponing it. I can't imagine why, he does seem to look pretty good for a man, I suppose. Don't you think so, Miss Stackhouse?" She asked me and I was still processing all the information she was giving me. She's not a receptionist? A photo shoot? Two Calendars? Looking pretty good for a man... Eric?! WHAT?!!

Before I was able to reply and no doubt after acknowledging the confused look on my face she started talking again: "You seem to be at a loss for words. Maybe I just gave you too much information to process. Oh my, and I didn't even introduce myself. I am Dr. Pamela Ravenscroft. I am a Psychiatrist. Eric and I own this Clinic and we both work for the Hospital as well. Currently I am also the receptionist here because we just lost ours and we are trying to hire a new one. Do you know someone that is in need of a job and is good with people?" She asked me and the name of my friend Amelia came to my mind. She was sick of having shitty part-time jobs and wanted a full-time one. And she was really good with people, so I decided to recommend her.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Her name is Amelia and I can give you her contact, if you want." I told her.

"Splendid! Please do not forget to give me her contact before you leave. If we end up hiring her we will be forever in your debt, Miss Stackhouse!" She exclaimed.

"Sookie... please, call me Sookie." I told her since I was getting tired of hearing Miss this Miss that.

"Sookie it is. You can call me Pam. No need to put the Dr. before, I just have a feeling that we are going to be really good friends, you and I. Well, if Eric manages to... hmmm... cure you... because if he doesn't then you will have to come to me." She told me and gave me a wink. Oh, no, thank you, no Psychiatrist for me.

"Pamela, please leave, I think you have talked enough. I will be going out soon and don't worry I will go to the photo shoot so you can get off my back." He told her and she gave him a very happy smile before going out of the room and closing the door behind her.

When she left the silence in the room became almost unbearable. I was back to my original sitting position with my head down and my hands in my lap. When I finally couldn't take it anymore I decided to stand up and tell him that I was going home.

"I am..." I began to say, but stopped when I heard him speak at the same time.

"I am..." He mirrored my words and also stopped when he heard me.

For a minute we just stared at each other as if our minds could communicate through our very eyes alone. And then he broke the silence again and said:

"I hope you are not upset for what happened earlier. I lost my balance and ended up landing on you. I hope I didn't hurt you. Please, forget that it ever happened and I do hope I can see you next month for our next appointment." He apologized and his voice sounded very sincere.

"You didn't hurt me and I am not upset. But to be honest I don't know if I can keep coming here. I just don't think I will ever be able to tell you about my dreams." I confessed and looked down as I said it.

"I wish you would not give up on your very first appointment. If you do, I will get the feeling I failed you and that I somehow scared you away. You have 3 appointments booked and all paid-up, why don't you come to the next one at least and see if you will feel better about it. As for moving on to the 3rd one we will see about that after we get through the 2nd one. After that you can decide to stop coming if you really want to. I hope you won't, though. I would really like to help you, Miss Stackhouse!" He told me and almost convinced me on the spot when I looked up into his baby blue genuine eyes. But some of his words also left me wondering: «Who the hell had booked 3 appointments for me and paid them up in advance?»

"Sookie... and I... I will promise to think about it. I thank you for your time, Dr. Northman." I said and raised my hand so he could shake it and we could say goodbye. I was feeling all sorts of mixed feelings and I needed to put my puzzle-feeling-pieces in the right order and for that I had to get away from his presence. He made my mind and my thinking abilities uncoordinated, irrational and clouded.

He took my hand in both of his and instead of shaking it, he raised it to his lips while his blue magnetic orbs fixated on mine. He placed a soft kiss at the back of my hand, then turning it he placed a second longer one on the inside of my palm and he ended with a 3rd full lipped one on the inside of my wrist. If 3 simple kisses could do any more damage than they did I would be a pile of goo on the floor, because I would have had spontaneously combusted. When he raised his head from my wrist he asked me, looking deeply into my eyes with an almost puppy eyed face and a sweet pleading voice:

"Sookie... please, promise me you will come back!" Oh, hell, how could I say No to that! I didn't. At this rate soon he could ask me to howl like a cat and meow like a wolf. SHIT! He had me! Yes, so lost and very, very weak. Before I could even think straight my traitorous voice answered:

"I... Yes, I will come..." And that was it. Bright Sookie ended up giving her word and had pledged herself to come back. And Sookie Stackhouse a promise does not break.

TBC

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