A/N – 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.

Huge thanks to my patient, fantastic Beta, ShutterbugMom, for all her help with my English. All mistakes left are mine and mine alone.

Hugs to all of you that left me your thoughts in a review or PM. I really enjoy myself while I read your words and when I reply to you, so please, type away and keep sending me your love. You make me and the doctor very, Very, VERY HAPPY. *Mwah*

Are you sure you want him? Hmmm? For real?! He is feeling kind of sappy-like today. You sure?! Jeez!! Alright, alright, put down the pitchforks! *giggles*

Here you have the man or the Love Doctor as some of you have started calling him!! *grins*

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DREAM DOCTOR

VI

EPOV

Pam had done it again. She woke me up, AGAIN, from my daily mind-blowing sex dream. And, after our phone call ended, I remained where I was, in my bed. I just didn't feel like getting up yet. Eyes closed, lying down spread-eagle on my back, and thinking that what I really wanted was my dream back.

Ever since I saw my Goddess in the flesh, in my office 3 weeks ago, my dreams had increased both in intensity and in regularity. I had soon fast become a dream addict. Not a single doubt about it. At this point, I was pretty sure that if I ever stopped dreaming, I would go completely insane. Yes, absolutely, truly, and literally. Batty, tokig, non compos mentis.

I loved my dreams, mainly because she was in them. Of course, I would gladly give up dreaming entirely, if I could have her for real in my life, in my nest, in my bed, in my arms, in my... Fuck! I just wanted to have her with me for life and that was the goddamn truth! I wanted to stop fantasizing. I knew now that she was real, human, touchable, lovable, and so unbelievably fuck-able. She would keep me sane or we could both become pleasurably, intimately insane. Together. Forever. And Ever.

«Oh, Christ, since when did you become so emasculated? Are you sure you still have a dick between your legs? Check, damnit! And, check to see if your blue balls didn't implode and turn into ovaries. You girl. Might as well become a writer of sappy love stories, and earn some real money, since you are turning into such a bitch! For fuck's sake, you want the woman? Go get her and get (us) some. Dr. Balls, Dr. Brain and Dr. Dick, will be appeased and will applause.»

My ever present authoritarian, rational mind messaged me, though clearly the rational was fast becoming irrational. Was it me or it was sounding a lot like Pam this time?! Not important. I would not abide by its edict.

How could I "go get her"? Yes, I knew her address. Yes, I knew her phone and cellular numbers. Her contacts were the first thing I committed to mind, when Pam handed me her recently made file, before I left to the photo shoot that day. I had the file with me the whole time. I had it on my desk's drawer, every single day, and I brought it home, every single night.

I pretty much had everything she wrote down about herself stored in my brain. Not only her contacts, I also memorized her age, birth date, social security number, medical history... her full kissable lips, that pink delicious tongue, those blue magnetic sapphires, the beautiful perfect smile, the alluring swell of her breasts, her little tongue-fitting navel, her tantalizing voluptuous hips, the wonderful shape of her legs, her dripping wet pussy ready to be savored by my own willing tongue, lips, and mouth, until it would be time for my dick to claim it, as its rightful place, and bury itself deep within her hot core of love.

«Nice, keep going, sissy... you're doing a wonderful job. You will have your romance novel out in no time, but you better write shorter sentences in your descriptions and not exaggerate on the usage of the comma! I mean, only if you don't want to put your readers into a boredom-induced coma!»

Obviously, I had a very divided brain and it was just a total mess. Lately, it kept sending me mixed messages and insulting me more than usual. My 'he' was battling my 'she'. My all-male part had declared open war with my feminine part.

Yes, I've always acknowledged my feminine part. All males have it, even though they tend to ignore it most of the time. I always gave both my male and female sides the same attention and I wasn't less of a man because of that. Much on the contrary. One completed the other and I used them both in my life, both professional and personal. To be perfectly honest, 'he' was often more used in my personal life and 'she' in my professional life.

How so? Well, 'he' fed physical hungers. Mostly his and with a lot of other she's. 'She' fed emotional hungers. Mostly others and with others. He had flings, meaningless relationships. She had patient, meaningful relationships. He was all about lust and desire. She was all about love and care.

He wasn't used to love and didn't care for it. Or maybe he just didn't know how to deal with it because it was strange to him. She was used to love and cared for it. And, she didn't find lust strange. She could deal with it. She was wise and he clearly needed help.

What the fuck was I rambling on about? Was I talking out loud? Was I giving my empty room a lecture on some made-up philosophical theory shit? Man, I was losing it! I definitely needed to start getting out more and "socialize" as Pam put it. Maybe she was right when she told me that almost 2 months of celibacy was a hard burden for me to bear. I should definitely go back to going out more and getting some. Shit! Only some? No. Plenty!

I laughed out loud, and tried to remember my earlier conversation with Pam on the phone:

"Hello, Eric! Isn't it a lovely day today? Oh, I so love mornings, don't you?" She spoke into the phone as soon as I put it to my ear.

"Pam, are you calling me this early to tell me you are soon going to die because you swallowed a whole box of pills and got yourself high while doing it?! You better, because I sure as hell am not in the mood for bullshit chit-chat talk about how you love mornings. You fucking hate mornings, and so do I, remember? What do you want this early Pam?" I brusquely demanded of her in my sleepy frustrated voice.

"Oh, I see you are in a splendid mood today! What crawled up your ass and died? And for your information, I do love mornings... well, as long as they are as this one. You see, I had a huge amount of satisfying sex during the night, early morning and just before this phone call. What about you, did you get any?" She asked me in her casual sarcastic voice. I could almost see the smile on her face when she uttered the last question.

"Pam, what do you want? Seriously?" I demanded of her again and ignored her questions.

"None, huh? What the hell is wrong with you? Are you sick or something? How long has it been since you got yourself a good fuck? Please, don't give me a heart attack by telling me you decided to become a monk or some shit like that. Eric, are you alright?" She kept asking her questions in her playful tone until she asked the last one. In that one she was not playing. She really wanted to know if I was okay.

"I am fine, Pam. And, if you really want to know, it has been almost 2 months since I got laid. And no, I am not going to become a monk. You know I could never be one!" I answered her and laughed a bit to reassure her.

"WHAT?!? 2 months? Why? I can't believe you didn't get in anyone's pants in almost 60 days. That's a lot of days for you of abstinence, Eric. Want me to come over? I could give you a ride along memory lane?" She teasingly offered and laughed afterward.

"No, thank you. I'm not that desperate! Why? I simply don't want to have casual, meaningless sex for a while. I guess I got sick of it. I want... more!" I told her and I couldn't be more truthful.

"You got sick of casual sex? You want more? What does that mean, exactly? If you tell me you are looking for love I will jump in my car right this minute. Naked! And, as soon as I get to your house, I will call some friends of mine. They love to dress people in white tight jackets with long sleeves that tie behind your back. Then, they will take you to a very nice comfortable wall cushioned room where you can rest and re-grow your balls back. And your wits, too! I will take good care of you. Promise!" She informed me, and I could hear the surprise and disbelief on her playful words.

"Thanks for the visuals, Pam! Oh, and I don't think it would be wise for you to come here in your birthday suit. I think your friends might want to lend you a white jacket of theirs, too. And, Pam, I don't need to become one of your patients. Not just yet, anyway!" I told her and my last sentence left her speechless for a few seconds.

"Eric, are you in love with someone?" She finally asked me after a long pause.

"I don't know, Pam. But... I might be. Or definitely on my way there, to say the least!! I just... don't know... but... all I can say is that I do know I'm pretty fucked!" I confessed her and that left her quiet for a couple more seconds.

"Who is she? Do I know her? Why aren't you together? Is she married? It is a she, right?" She inquired of me and I was sure she would come up with a lot more questions after I answered her.

"Look, all I can tell you is that yes, it is most definitely a she and no, she is not married. Don't ask more questions, because I won't answer them right now. I will tell you more about her when I feel ready to talk about it." I told her and my answer silenced her once more. In the meantime, my mind got stuck in the "married" word.

I knew that she was not married. She had written down on her information sheet that she was single. Okay, she was not married. Fine. But that didn't mean she didn't have a boyfriend or that she wasn't even living with one. Fuck, not my Sookie! No other man should put his hands on her but me. Okay, Erik and Eiríkr could, in my dreams. Only in my dreams.

No, no and no. No other living, breathing, real man should put his hands on her. She was mine and MINE alone.

"Fuck me six ways until Sunday! You are really falling in love, aren't you?" She asked me in a very shocked voice.

"Pam, just let it go for now, will you? Let's talk about something else. So, why did you call this early? Was it just to wake me up and piss me off? Or did you really have urgent matters to talk to me that couldn't wait until we got into the Clinic?" I questioned her and changed the subject.

"I just wanted to invite you to come with me to a new bar that will be opening tonight. I know a friend of the owner and she gave me an invitation. As soon as I got it, I thought about taking you. It will be fun to go out together like we used to. No lame excuses, just say yes and come. It is just a bar and it won't kill you to go out. And you definitely don't need to have your head up your ass all the time. And you should socialize more, so this is the perfect occasion. Okay, it's a date then! I gotta run now, see you later at the Clinic." And after these words she hung up on me.

And that was it. Yet again, she convinced me to do another thing I wasn't into doing. Not only did she achieve that, but she did it superbly. This time she didn't even have to talk me into it. She never gave me the chance to say Yes or No. A true 'Child' of her 'Master' that Pam. She had learned it all from me. In the old days, I could convince a rock it was a feather if I wanted to. And I did, several times on several occasions. Apparently, I had just become a rock. And Pam has succeeded in making me into a fucking feather.

I just didn't care, she could win this time. And who knows, maybe it wouldn't be that bad to go out to a new bar and see new faces and have some fun with Pam. It wouldn't hurt and it most definitely would take my mind off of Sookie. Or, of getting Sookie!

As my once rational mind so clearly put it, when I was about to jump her in my office the day I met her, she was my patient. There was no getting out of that. I didn't want to get out of that. I wanted to help her with her dreams and so I would give my best to do just that.

Deep down, I was really hoping that her dreams were the same as mine. But, only if she told me about them I would find out. Shit! How was I ever going to be able to make her trust me and open her mind to me? I didn't even trust my own self when I was around her! That day in my office, my mind succeeded in stopping the burning need in my body. I was able to control my impulses, but I wasn't so sure I was going to hold the barriers to my fort next time. Not when, Dr. Brain was seemingly already playing in Dr. Dick and Dr. Balls' team.

If her dreams were like mine... ours... if they were I was... well, I was pretty much fucked. No news there! And not the way I wanted to thoroughly fuck and be fucked, either!

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The bar was not that full when we arrived, and I was glad. We didn't have to wait long to be admitted. And, in the process, I got to take a good evaluating look at it. I wanted to see if it was worthwhile of my presence a second time. At a first look, it didn't look that bad, at all, and I even told it out loud to Pam. She said that she had seen better, but conceded that it was quite 'agreeable'!

When we entered, I located 3 bars and a huge dancing area in their midst. At a second look, I discovered that the distribution of the bars throughout the room resembled a gigantic triangle. The entrance was situated right at the center of the triangle's base. There was a bar to the far right, another to the far left and the last one was directly in front of the door on the other side of the room. I found it to be a quite original idea and smiled in appreciation.

I was still standing by the door smiling, when I noticed that Pam hadn't wasted any time. She had gone to one of the bars and was already walking back in my direction holding two drinks. As soon as she reached me she handed one to me and, without even bothering to ask what it was, I just downed it in a few gulps. I was there to relax, 'socialize' and there was no harm in getting a little early boost.

Relax. With that in mind, I headed to one of the sitting areas and Pam followed me. Once there, and instead of just sitting, I partially lay down on a black leather padded bench while holding my weight with my right elbow (A/N - You have a picture in my Profile. Go check it out!).

Socialize. I just stayed lying there for a while observing people, or 'the masses' (Pam's words), and I sure as hell didn't get in the mood to "socilalize". No one seemed to be interesting enough. Or, worth any of my time.

Boost. I was needing another one. The drink Pam had given me earlier was quite good and so I decided to go get myself another one. But, before I went to the bar in front of me, or at the top of the triangle, I asked Pam what was the name of it so I could get one. She looked at me and grinning mischievously she shrugged her shoulders. Then, she said:

"Just ask for one "surprise" and, you will get it!"

I quirked one of my eyebrows, as a question, at her and when she didn't say anything else and started laughing out loud, I just left her standing there and went to the bar. Once there, I got seriously eye-fucked by the bartender. A male! But I was used to it, and immune. No problems and no "surprises" there.

I did end up asking and getting one "surprise". And, as soon as I turned to face the dance floor sipping it I almost choked on it at the sight before my eyes.

Not only did I get one, but I got two. Actually, to be more accurate, I got three that night.

Holy Thor! I was so fucked! Unbelievably, unconditionally and utterly f-u-c-k-e-d.

Fuck! How I positively hated to love... surprises!

TBC

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A/N – Surprised? *smiles*

I think he is in need of some serious cuddling! Anyone wants to soothe him? *winks*

And will there be a cock fight? What do you think? Ja eller Nej? *grins*

I had to cut this 2nd EPOV in 2 parts because it was getting huge. Of course, the 2nd part comes after the 1st and usually is much more hmmm.... rewarding! Anyway, don't fret and start raising the pitchforks again because I will post it still this week. *goes away to drink a "surprise" with a lemony taste*

Now let the Love Doctor know you care for him. He is craving and waiting for the undivided attention of his Lovers! Uncloak yourselves! Announce your presence and shout out your unconditional Love for him by pressing the Love Button bellow. *giggles*