A/N – Wow! I am quite surprised and extremely happy for all the attention this story is getting. And just because you all deserve it here you have another chapter. It is my very first Eric POV so I hope I did it well enough. Please let me know if you "felt" him while you were reading.

I do not own Eric, Sookie or any of the other characters in the SVM books. They belong to the most talented writer, Charlaine Harris. All the other characters are my creation.

No Beta reader for this story. So, forgive me for my mistakes and my awkward grammatical constructions as I am not from and English-speaking country. Thank you!

Without further ado, here you have him!

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DREAM DOCTOR

III

EPOV

Photo shoot?! What the fuck?! I couldn't believe Pam had just woken me up from one of my best dreams ever to remind me about the damn photo shoot I was supposed to go to. If she was close to me and not on the other end of the phone line I would kill her. I was so very angry that I told her:

"Pam, why don't you go and wake someone else up so you can fuck her brains out?"

"Oh, but I did. And it was amazing! But, she just left, so I decided to call you and make sure you would not forget that you have to go to the studio today. I canceled all your appointments after 4 pm so you are free to go after your 3:33 one. And Eric, if you find any other excuse to miss or postpone this photo shoot again I swear that tomorrow your office will be turned into a live studio. And you will have your patients ogling you, more than they usually do, while your pictures are being taken. Naked. I will rip your clothes off of you myself before you even step into the Clinic. Hmmm... now that wouldn't be a too bad idea. I mean, we would get a lot of new patients in a flash. Not that we need them. You have already a good little army of patients of your own coming every working day of the month to see you. And they keep bringing their female friends, their cousins, their aunts, their mothers, their grandmothers, their great grandmothers, their gay friends..." She told me in her own unique and sarcastic voice.

"Pam... please, go fuck yourself and let me sleep a bit more. And I promise I will go to the damn photo shoot so you can stop bothering me once and for all. And, Pam, I really hate your guts right now!" I told her and I positively could strangle her if she was anywhere near me.

"Oh my goodness, the dream was that good? Did you come?" She asked me while she laughed and I almost yelled into the phone that it was none of her business and that she could go fuck herself a second time, but that would only spike her more to keep on talking and driving me further out of my mind. She never asked if I was maybe entertaining someone because she knew I didn't take women into my nest and into my bed. Ever. It was a rule I had set for myself a long time ago. I always had my affairs away from my house. They never lasted long anyway so as fewer women knew where I lived the better. At least I wouldn't have the problem of having someone crying on my doorstep or waiting for me to get out to sink a knife into my heart.

"Goodbye, Pam, see you later at the Clinic." I uttered with my best controlled calm voice. And I hung up on her. Rude. Yes, I was, but Pam knew me better than anyone and she wouldn't be hurt or upset by it. Knowing her as I did, I was pretty sure she was laughing her head off now and finding 1001 ways to tease me so she could get me down from my high horse of perfect acquired control.

I truly loved Pam. Even when she really pissed me off. And I knew she loved me. We have been in each others' lives ever since High School. And we even went to the same College. We almost got into Psychiatry together, but at the last moment I decided to go into Psychology. And later I specialized in Psychology of Dreams.

I always believed that you could help people without the use of drugs. Of course I knew that there were extreme cases when you didn't have any other choice but to use them. I was never an utopian, much on the contrary. But I wanted to help others without having the need to prescribe medicines. It was an almost last minute decision but I have not regretted it. I have been able to help hundreds of people over the last few years and I was proud of it. Of course there were some people that I could not help and those had to be put under Pam's care. She was a very good Psychiatrist, possibly one of the best ones I've ever met and she has been able to help a lot of people, too. I was very proud of her.

We were very close friends and we were even lovers while we were still in High School. The sex was very good but we soon realized that we were never going to fall in love with each other and that we would be better as friends. Later in College, Pam came to the conclusion that she liked women better than men and I was the first one she came to when she had her very first crush on another female. Of course she got all of my support and if anything her revelation only brought us even closer than we were before. When we were younger we even went out together and hit on the same female to see who would get her. Obviously, 99% of them, I did. But there were women who left the place we were in with her and not with me. Of course, there were others who wanted both of us but we never got into it. I wonder why? I mean, having two women together is the ultimate fantasy of every single man alive in this Planet. I guess I never found the two ideal women... yet!

We had just opened our so much desired Clinic. We had been talking about having our own business ever since we got our degrees, but only now we got the chance to do it and we were really happy about it. We were both working for the town's Hospital and when we heard that there was a vacant house that we could buy right in front of it we just didn't hesitate and secured the offered opportunity and we bought it. Actually I bought it, but I put Pam as my business partner on paper. It was our Clinic. Our joint adventure and the union of our Professions and skills to help others as best as we possible could. And we weren't doing bad at all.

My days were pretty busy, either working in the Hospital or at the Clinic. It seemed people liked to talk to Psychologists these days. Or women did, since most of my patients were females. Pam didn't have that many appointments as I did, so she was able to fill in the place of our receptionist that had moved to another city with her family. Of course we were looking for another receptionist but it wasn't that easy to find a good and capable one. Pam had already interviewed a couple of people but so far she didn't find anyone to her liking. I trusted her judgment so I let the hiring part to her.

A week ago she came up with the idea of making a All-Doctors-Calendar, so we could help raise money for the construction of the new ward at the Hospital that would harbor Psychiatry and Psychology patients. In fact, she decided to make two Calendars, one all-female and one all-male. And of course, she dragged me into it. I was supposed to be Dr. January on the male one. She would be Dr. January on the female one. I didn't want to do it at first. But she would not leave me alone and after some days of having her chasing me around the office and at home, driving me completely out of my mind she finally managed to convince me. Or I let her convince me. Shit! I swear that she could get the Pope to be in it if she wanted to. But since he wasn't a Doctor she went after those who were and surprisingly she managed to have the other 22 she needed for it in less than a weeks time. You got to admire her persuasive abilities and I honestly did.

What I still wasn't too thrilled about was that I had to pose and let someone take pictures of me for a Calendar. Complexes? I didn't have any. I know I was attractive and looked good... for a man, as Pam usually put it. I just wasn't in the mood to take pictures and be put into a Calendar. But it was for a good cause so that is why I said yes to Pam. Nevertheless, I kept avoiding the damn photo shoot thing. I came up with urgent and unavoidable things of all sorts for almost a week and managed to skip it. Naturally, Pam caught me after the 2nd or 3rd excuse and she was not happy. That's why she called today and I knew I had to go and take the damn pictures this afternoon or she would make my life miserable if I didn't. I would do it and get done with it and with Pam's annoying stalking.

But enough of Pam and the reason why she woke me up from my mind blowing erotic dream. I had come in my dream and so had my 3 loved ones. Several times. But in real life I still hadn't. Even after the phone call and this long internal monologue I was still with a very serious case of morning wood. So hard it almost hurt. I needed to take a very cold shower or I would soon explode. Not in the way I wanted, though, but of complete frustration. I wanted the dream back but I knew it was gone. Hopefully I would dream again tonight. I had been having these dreams for almost a month now and they were so vivid that the sex felt even better than the one in real life. And I have had quite a lot of it in my not so long life. I was only 35 years old but my sex life could be described as way older than me. I was selective, but even so I hardly spent a night while I was in College without getting laid. Before and after that, too. I was a man after all and we had certain hungers that needed to be fed. Mine were usually fed with caviar, lobster and with some champagne on the side.

Ever since I started having these dreams I stopped feeding... no woman (or man?) could feed my hungers like she did. My dream Goddess. Or like they did. My Warrior brothers. Gay? Bi? I was neither. I was pretty sure I was a full heterosexual. I've always loved women. I have been hit at by men... a lot, but I never desired to fuck or be fucked by one.

In my dreams, I don't fuck anyone and I am not fucked by anyone, but her. But those two wise and powerful beautiful male beings are there with me. Their presence increases my own pleasure, enhances my own feeding, my own completion. The 3 of us were as one and we fully gave ourselves to her while she gave herself to us. No reserves. No prejudices. No taboos.

In real life, I doubted I would be able to share a woman I loved with 2 other man. I did not share my woman. But in my dreams I could. I did. And I did it willingly and it was amazing how the 4 of us felt together. Shit! I didn't want to start thinking about the dreams in detail or not even a bathtub full of ice would help my very serious hard on.

I willed myself to get up and stop thinking about it, them, her. I knew their names, Erik and Eiríkr, because the 3 of us could communicate telepathically. I think she heard us in her head too, but I never heard her speak in my mind. I didn't know her name, but her face and her body I would recognize anywhere if I was ever lucky enough to see her pass by me in real life. I had committed to memory every single detail about her. Golden blond hair. Baby blue eyes. Delicious full lips and breasts. A wonderful and gifted mouth. A perfect luscious body... «Goddammit, Northman! You are not helping your case!» My rational mind told me.

I groaned and jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom. I quickly got into the shower and turned the cold water on. No, not helping. I couldn't get her image out of my mind. «Oh, well, you might as well let it devour you.» I closed my eyes and she totally invaded my brain. I put my forehead against the wall and let the cold water hit my shoulders as I reached for my erect cock. Yes, my hand did its job well and in no time I was coming with the intensity of a fireman's hose putting out a fire.

My dick was happy for now, but the fire was still not put out in my conscious mind. I was starting to think that it would never be put out no matter how many times I jerked off. And I had done it more than twice a day lately. I had to, I could hardly go to work with a serious case of morning wood, could I? If Pam noticed it she would tease me unmercifully, plus I would never hear the end of it for as long as I lived.

Not to mention that if my patients would notice it I would probably end up with a law suit on my back. Or worse, they would try to jump me. I had to stop quite a few of them of doing exactly that and I had no visible hard on then. But thank God that most of them just stayed away from me and were content to just meticulously eye fuck me. I could deal with that as long as they did not touch me. Even if some of them were pretty attractive I was their Doctor and professional ethical codes forbade sexual relationships with patients. I was most definitely not going to risk my job over a quick fuck and face charges of 'serious misconduct' that could end up in me being expelled and stopped from practicing my profession.

Yes, I could think with my upper head. I wouldn't have been able to graduate if I didn't. I had to use it a lot in College. Okay, I used my lower one a lot too, but luckily in my case very few times my lower head overrode my upper one. Yes, I had to admit I was a weak fool sometimes. All men were. We were no Gods. Actually, even the ancient Gods had weaknesses. Anyway, to be weak was good... sometimes.

I washed my body, shampooed my hair and after turning the water off I grabbed a towel to dry myself. Then, I went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I had some files that I had brought home last night that I wanted to read and so I could take a closer look at some of my patients' progress. I had brought my agenda too, where Pam wrote my appointments for the next day, at the end of each day, just before we closed the Clinic.

I opened the agenda and opened it on the 3rd of March, today. True to her word, Pam had not booked in anyone after 4 pm. My last appointment was booked for 3:33 pm and Sookie Stackhouse was the name of my patient. Between brackets Pam added that 3 appointments were already booked and all paid-up for this patient. Sookie... what a strange name, but surprisingly I really liked the sound of it.

After 4 pm, and in big caption letters that took the rest of the page, Pam had scribbled "PHOTO SHOOT" and again between brackets she added: 'Don't miss or postpone this one. Just go and do it. Stop being such a pussy. Eric, if you don't go I will have your ass and turn your life into a living hell. PAM'

That Pam, always so nice with her words. I laughed out loud after I read her message. She could be pretty harsh sometimes and extremely honest. I liked that about her! She always told me the truth, even when I didn't want to hear about any of it.

I waited until the coffee was ready and, after pouring myself a cup of it, I went into my living room and sat down on the couch with some of the files. I read and analyzed them until it was time to go into the Clinic. I didn't have to go into the Hospital today so I only had to deal with my patients at the Clinic. My first appointment was at 10:06 am and it was not even 9 yet so I had plenty of time to get there.

Once I had asked Pam why my appointments at the Clinic were always in the strangest of times, like 10:06, 11:09, 12:12 in the morning and 2:30, 3:33, 4:36 in the afternoon... all with 3 minutes difference. Why didn't she put normal times like the other places had, like 10:00, 10:30, 11:15, 12:00, and so on. And after I heard her answer I never asked her again. She told me that we were not a normal Clinic and we were not like the other places. We were unique and deserve our unique time schedule. Well, if it made her happy and made any sense to her so be it. I could live with that.

Around 9:30 am I gathered all my files and my agenda and put them in my briefcase. After making sure everything was turned off and the windows were locked I left my house and got into my car to drive the short distance that separate me from the Clinic. I got there at 9:45 and went straight for my office after having said Good Morning to Pam and to the patients that were already in the waiting room.

Pam came to talk to me around 10 am and told me that she could send in my first patient of the day if I was ready. But of course, first she decided to try to gather some information about my dream. I told her that it was none of her business and she just laughed and left, not forgetting to remind me AGAIN that I had my photo shoot in the afternoon. I was really getting so fed up of the whole fucking thing, that I caught myself wishing it was afternoon already so I could go and do it and get free from the whole fucked up Calendar business.

Amazingly, the morning passed quickly and when it was time to have lunch I went out to the nearest fast food place. I wanted to have my hair cut before my afternoon appointments started and so I really didn't have time for a decent meal. My hair kept falling on my face all the time and so it needed some trimming. Also since I had to go into the damn photo shoot it wouldn't be bad to make myself look more presentable. It wouldn't take long to do it and I knew just the right place to go to. Just at the end of the street there was an old barber shop that was open during lunch hours. I had been there before and I liked the place. After I had it done I went back to the Clinic and still had some time left before my patient arrived. When Pam saw that I had cut my hair, she said that I looked better with it long, but that I didn't look that bad with it short, either. Leave it to Pam to make you feel good about yourself.

Soon it was time for my first appointment in the afternoon and Pam left my office saying she was going to send my patient in. Two more appointments before I had go to that Goddamn photo shoot, just two more appointments and I would get rid of the worst pain in my butt over the last week. Oh, wait, Pam came first on that list.

I ended the 2.30 pm session a bit earlier and so I decided to go check on one of my patients that was staying at the Hospital. Pam wasn't at the reception when I passed it and so I left without telling her anything. But I wouldn't be taking long, anyway. It was a short walk and I had almost half an hour until my 3:33 pm appointment started. In no time I got into the Hospital and into the floor where she was staying. She was not being medicated yet and that meant I still had hopes of being able to help her. But I was suspecting I had to pass her into Pam's care pretty soon because she had minor suicidal tendencies that I was afraid might get bigger.

She was sleeping when I got into her room and a nurse was close to her. I asked her how my patient was and she said that she seemed to be calm but that it was better for her to stay the night over so someone could keep an eye on her. I agreed and told her I would be back later in the afternoon before I'd be heading home. I went back to the Clinic and when I finally reached there it was already 3:36 pm. I entered and headed straight to my office walking at a fast pace. I hated to be late for my appointments but only 3 minutes had gone by. I would apologize and hopefully the new patient would be okay about it.

The door to my office was open and I could see a gorgeous female silhouette standing with her back to me in the middle of my office. As soon as I went through the door I let my hand stay behind me and I gave a little push at the door so it could close on its own. When I was right behind her, the door closed, she turned with a fast movement and after taking a step forward she collided with my chest. Her face practically ended up burying itself between my pecs and my hands went into her waist to steady her.

Holy THOR! I might as well have put my fingers into a wall socket or have been struck by lightning. The moment I touched her I got hit by this powerful electrical current that almost made me come on the spot. Good GOD! I would most definitely be willing to die like this over and over again. Just as I was to raise one of my hands to get my fingers wrapped around the back of her head, to pull her away from my chest, so I could look into her eyes and claim her mouth, she took a step back and looked up.

HER! It was her, my dream Goddess. I was sure of it. She was blushing like she did in my dreams and that always drove me insane. It was driving me insane this very minute, too. And her eyes were really looking deeply into mine as if they had met already. That was before they decided to move away from mine to scrutinize my body from head to toes and back.

My LORD! Was she fucking me with her eyes? I think she was and I was getting hard just at the thought of it. She totally had me just with a single look. Her eyes could totally hold a dominant power over my libido. I was going to grab her and fuck her right this minute against the wall or on my desk or on the chaise lounge couch... or in the 3 places. HELL, even the floor would do. Holy FUCK, I had to have her in my arms, taste her and feel my cock buried deep inside of her or I would soon need to be sent to Pam's professional care if I didn't.

«Get your shit together, Northman! What the fuck are you thinking. This is the real world and this woman is a real woman. You can't just jump her. You are her Doctor and you are in your office, in your Clinic. There are other people right on the other side of this door. And Pam!» And then, the same inside voice started to scream at me: «Think about your career for fuck's sake, you dick-head! Control! Use it! You are good at it when you use me, your upper head, remember? You stupid fuck!»

Wait a minute! Was my rational upper head insulting me or I was so caught up in my own lust and under the control of my irrational lower head that it was all the fruit of my imagination? Oh, man, I was fucked up alright! CONTROL! Yes, I was good at it, I learned how to master it over the years. I also learned how to control my face and most of the times it just looked empty, devoid of any visible feeling, either good or bad.

I gathered all my wits and managed to be successful. I smiled at her while I got my control back and then I heard her sweet voice for the first time:

"I am sorry..." she said and I raised my eyebrow slightly giving her my award-winning full of perfect teeth smile. Why was she apologizing? For not having showed up in my life sooner? Surely it wasn't for having bumped into me because I couldn't be happier about that. Nevertheless, I decided to act as the good Dr. that I was and I told her that no harm had been done. I told her that she must be Miss Stackhouse and afterward, I apologized for not being in the office when she came in explaining to her that I had to go check on one of my patients. I ended my very polite controlled speech introducing myself to her and asking her to tell me about her dreams.

She shyly told me that the nature of her dreams was sexual. And I swear my dick twitched at the mention of that last word. It was a good thing I was sitting down and she was not looking at my lap. I kept on asking her questions lest my control ran out on me again. I asked her, putting a calm tone in my words and trying to make her feel at ease, if she could see her dreams in detail or not, and if she could see herself or just others. I told her to describe me her dreams. I wanted her to tell me everything see saw, heard or felt in them. She answered that she could remember all of her dreams in detail and that see could see herself and others. I could see she was feeling really uncomfortable about getting into specific details. But I so wanted to hear about them. I wanted to know if she was dreaming about the same as I was. Was it possible that I was in her dreams like she was in mine? If that were to be true... God help me! I would be on her faster than Flash himself and I would have her. I would rub myself all over her and devour her whole. I would fuck her so thoroughly that our brains would melt and my rational mind would not be able to call me to reason again.

She told me she was not able to talk about her dreams in detail and I immediately tried to make her feel more comfortable. I told her that she should lie down on the chaise lounge couch and that she could close her eyes if it made her feel better. Then I surprised myself by getting up of my chair and by hearing my voice say: "Here let me help you." Was I really this stupid? I was going to touch her again? Apparently, I was a complete idiot, because I not only touched her to lower her body down in the chaise lounge couch, but I also touched her legs and put her feet up, lying her body in the horizontal position.

As soon as she was lying down with her eyes closed I let my own eyes travel all over her perfectly shaped and clothed body. Her tunic had moved up a bit and I could now see she was wearing a low-cut waist jeans that hugged her voluptuous hips and her sexy legs in a tantalizing way. Her navel was showing and I imagined my tongue and my mouth passing it on the way from upper to lower lands. By the GODS, how I wanted to see her body unclothed. I felt like ripping off every single piece of the offensive fabric from her skin. «FUCK! Stop doing this to yourself, Northman.» This was how I mentally slapped myself, and I reluctantly forced my eyes away from her body while I started to walk back into my chair. But, my big clumsy feet got tangled up in each other, because of the lack of specific and precise brain instructions, and they never took me there. I ended up tripping and falling down on top of her. Before I landed on her I uttered a loud "SHIT" and as a reflex I extended both of my harms in front of me. Each of my hands landed on either side of her, close to her arms, and managed to hold most of my body weight off of her. I was sure that I could have crushed her and possibly hurt her if my reflexes weren't so good. I was glad I didn't. I would never forgive myself if I had hurt her.

I heard her gasp, moan and curse as soon as she felt my body on her. And then she opened her eyes, lifted her arms and placed her hands on my chest. And I just knew that I was done for, then and there. She totally broke whatever restraint I had left in me when, looking me deep in the eyes, she let her tongue got out of her mouth and licked her lips making them shinny and wet. I groaned and my eyes must have been ready to jump out of their sockets. What she did next totally blew me away and after that there was not much that my rational mind could do to stop me from having her. She roamed her fingers from my chest into the sides and upwards until she dug her fingernails into my back muscles. I loved it and I grunted in appreciation while my mouth started to descend toward her own. I didn't want to go all caveman on her so I tried to be as gentle as I possibly could. After I would invade her mouth with my tongue, for the very first time, I doubted I would be able to control myself this much.

I feather-like brushed my lips against hers as I heard a phone ringing in the far distance. Her eyes started to close and mine were about to do the same as my mouth was about to be in full contact with hers. Then I heard a loud knock on the door and it was like someone had smashed my head with a beer bottle. Stunned I got off of her and immediately stood up straight. I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath, while I let my hands got into my hair, in order to calm myself down and get my so lost control back. When I opened my eyes and looked down at her she sat up and never taking her eyes off of mine she let her fingers adjust her shirt and go into her hair. I was about to say something to her when Pam burst into the room. Good thing she only entered at that moment and not 3 minutes before. Even so, she detected some strange vibe in the room and she asked me if everything was alright before she started to hammer into my brain and into Sookie's. Sookie. Sookie. SOOKIE. I loved her name. I loved her body. All of it, from head to toes. I loved all of her. I LOVED her! FUCK!! WHAT??!! I had just met the woman!! «You are insane, Northman!» My mind told me and I thought it might be right on that part.

I managed to answer Pam's questions and gave her a lame excuse as to why I didn't answer the phone or the door. She seemed to buy it and then she went into the photo shoot conversation and had the nerve to start questioning and explaining Sookie about it. I wanted to throw her out of the window and as soon as I saw the lost look on Sookie's face I quickly proceeded to get her out of the room.

Before I did, Sookie managed to give the name of a friend of hers to Pam that was looking for a full time job and that might be willing to be our receptionist. Pam introduced herself and Sookie asked her to call her by her first name to what Pam acquiesced. Pam seemed to like her because she replied that she could call her by her first name too. She still had time to play one of her annoying word games. She told Sookie that if I didn't cure her she had to come to her. Sure, not even in your wildest dreams, Pam!

She finally left but not before I assured her yet and again that I would be going to the photo shoot soon after my appointment ended. After she left an awkward silence settle into the room. Sookie got up and we both started talking at the same time and then stopped.

I was the one to break the silence and our eye to eye communication this time and I apologized for the little incident before. She said that she was not hurt or upset but that she didn't think she was capable of coming back for future appointments because she wouldn't be able to tell me about her dreams. Of course I was having none of that. I wanted her to be back so I tried to convince her to do just that. Pam could be really convincing but I had my own skilful means to convince someone, too. And I used them on her, shamelessly. They seemed to work, because she ended up promising me to come back for her next appointment. I couldn't be more proud of myself. I wanted her back... badly.

After she left I started to think about my dreams and about seeing her in real life. I lay on the chaise lounge couch where I could still feel the warmth of her body and my dick announced its presence in a hard way. I had to go into the goddamn photo shoot so I could hardly pay any attention to my hard on so I willed it to go away. I thought about the most unattractive things I could come up with and after a few minutes my guy seemed to get down from his high.

I did go into the photo shoot where they told me to remove part of my clothes and lay down on a bed. At this point I couldn't care less, so I just did what they told me. I was born in Sweden and so like all Swedes I didn't have any problems with getting naked. I loved being naked. I walked around the house naked. I slept naked. And I would have posed naked for the damn Calendar if they had asked me to.

Of course, the whole Calendar thing did not end with the photo shoot. Much to my displeasure I was still going to hear about it a lot and suffer the effects of it for a very, very long time. Damn Pam into hell for putting me up to this.

Before going home I passed in the Hospital and checked on my patient again and since she seemed to be fine I left feeling confident about her recovery.

I stopped at a pizza place and took one home with me. I ate it while I read some of my files and checked my agenda for the next day. And I wished for the day when I would see Sookie Stackhouse's name again as my next day scheduled appointment.

She was to come on the 3rd of April, exactly a month from now. But I would meet her sooner, in my dreams. As soon as that thought crossed my mind I went into my room, removed all of my clothes, went to brush my teeth in my bathroom, took care of my human needs and I finally got into bed. It didn't take long for the 4 of us to reunite and get consumed in our own unique icy and fiery cocoon of love.

"My Sookie..." was the last word my mouth said before I was dragged into the realms of my sex dreams.

TBC

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A/N – So, where you able to "feel" him a bit? *sits down waiting for answers*

I never expected to write such a long chapter, but the good Dr. wanted to speak his mind and didn't let me stop until he was finished. How could I refuse him anything? You know how hard it is to resist him, so I didn't. I let him control me and do whatever he wanted. *grins*

Oh, if you want to see Dr. January go to my profile. I have a link there for it. And some others you might want to check out. *smiles*

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