A/N: Thanks to my lovie hearttorn for her awesomeness. If you haven't already, please be sure to read her story Glamour or Natural? It's her first AH fic and its sooo good.

I don't move to answer my phone just yet, as Bill is watching me more than the road. I know he can hear the pings it makes when I get a new message because he flinches with every chime. I had to cut it off in the police station because they were being assholes about me making any phone calls. Gotta love the local police force around here.

"Who is that? Your phone has been chiming nonstop."

"I had to turn it off earlier. It takes a while to load my missed calls and messages, which is why there are so many chimes. It's probably just Amelia. I told her I'd call her and didn't get around to it, seeing as I was sitting at the police station for hours." His eyes turn back to the road.

"Sookie I'm sorry about that but I couldn't let you leave like that. You were going to sneak away to God knows where without a word. Don't you understand how much I love you? I will do anything to keep you by my side. I don't want to lose you."

"I do understand Bill." I understand that you're a psycho and the longer I take to get away from you the worse it will be for me. He may as well pull out his branding iron and mark me like a piece of cattle.

"Promise me you won't leave me, Sookie. Promise me."

"I promise Bill." I cross my fingers behind my back. I can't help but be juvenile. This entire situation is a clusterfuck of massive proportions and I need to get some kind of enjoyment out of it.

"Thank you, Sookie. You giving me another chance means a lot to me. I'll try to be better, I swear it."

I nod and pull my phone from my purse. Bill seems to be preoccupied with actually driving and I take the time to check my messages. Eric is, better yet was, frantic. He was at the airport waiting for me and I was not there. I check the time and see that he's probably in bed now. It's after six here and with the six-hour time difference, it would be midnight there. Shit! I scan over the messages he's left and am livid. Fucking Bill.

1:00 p.m.

I'm here lover, where are you?

1:20 p.m.

Your flight landed 20 minutes ago and you're not here.

2:00 p.m.

I'm getting worried. Please call me.

2:30 p.m.

You haven't called yet. Have you changed your mind? Why would you not tell me? I'm here, waiting for you and now I'm leaving. You're not coming. I feel like an ass.

6:00 p.m.

Shit.

6:15 p.m.

I've been sitting here at home thinking about you. I know something had to have happened. I'm not upset anymore, just worried. Please call me. Please.

6:20 p.m.

I'm tired and will not be up too much longer. I had so much planned for us tonight. If I find out that Bill has something to do with your not being here…well, just know that it won't be good. I love you.

I quickly type an explanation of what happened.

I got held up and couldn't get to the airport. I'm sorry. I will explain later. I love you too.

I wish I could tell him more but I'm in the car with Bill, and he'll be suspicious of incessant typing. I can only imagine what Eric must be feeling as he doesn't respond to my IM. I still have to call Amelia. I shoot her a quick text letting her know that I'm heading home. I would like to hold off on the berating she's going to give me for as long as I can. Like I said, clusterfuck.

"So, who was that?"

"It was Amelia wondering where I am. I just sent her a text letting her know that I'm okay. See?" I hold the phone up to his face so that he can see my message to her. At least that way he'll know I'm telling the truth.

"She has Sam doesn't she?"

"Of course she does."

"I'll pick him up tomorrow on my way in from work."

"You don't have to do that I can get him."

"Oh, no my dear; your car keys are mine. I want to trust you Sookie, really I do, but you have to earn it. I'll give you back your keys once I'm sure you won't try to run away again." What the fuck–am I twelve?

I will go along with his little 'plan' until I can think of something. We get home and I head straight to bed. It's a little after seven but I don't care. I call Amelia to check in on Sammie. After she yells at me about not calling her to take me to the airport, we make plans to get together once I'm off punishment. I lie back on my pillow, close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

The warmth of the morning sun wafts over me. I can feel it but have yet to open my eyes to acknowledge the golden rays. The mattress dips slightly and I realize that I'm not alone. I turn my head to look around and my breath catches in my throat. A mess of golden hair is splayed out onto the pillow next to mine.

"Eric?" I breathe. I reach out to touch him as I can't believe he's here. He shifts his weight again, turning to look at me. His dark blue eyes speak to me, revealing in his gaze all of the things he wants to do to me. They burn with a lust that can only be described as inextinguishable.

He moves closer to me, slowly, almost as if he's afraid that I am an apparition. I move to speak but he silences me with a finger, then his lips. He kisses me chastely, pulling back to smile at me before kissing me again. My lips part, the smooth rhythm of his tongue gliding over them pushes them further apart. His tongue finds entrance to my mouth, dipping in and out, taunting me. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me closer.

The smoothness of his hardened shaft slides along the skin of my inner thigh making its way to my hot, wet core like a heat seeking missile. I shiver under his touch as he sweeps a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. He is so delicate with me. He moves over to cover my body with his, settling between my legs. His tip presses against my sex and I moan "yes" as he enters me.

A door slamming shut awakens me. The sheets are pulled back on the other side of the bed, which means Bill snuck in here after I fell asleep. He's such a creep. I sigh as I realize I was dreaming. I wish it could be my reality. If Bill hadn't pulled that shit on me yesterday I could be waking up to a beautifully sunlit room with a gorgeous man lying next to me. Bastard. I'll fix him. I am going to play nice for a while, but he won't get off easily. He's allergic to garlic; I make dinner every night. Need I say more…?

I climb out of bed, stretching and yawning, welcoming the new day. I can't bear to turn my phone on so I throw into my bedside table drawer. I'm sure Eric has called by now. I get angry thinking about missing my flight and all of the trouble Bill put me through yesterday. I need to relax and have my morning coffee so that I can think clearly. I go downstairs to make it and find that I don't have to because Bill is still here, sitting at the kitchen table, sipping away at his mug.

"Good morning, my Sookie. I guess I should let you know that I'll be working from home in the mornings for a while. I'm kind of burned out and thought this would be a good way to help me relax, get my groove back if you will. Coffee's still hot."

I threw up in my mouth a little. He's back to babysitting me? He doesn't believe I'll be here when he gets back. I really can't wait to make dinner now. Maybe I'll even throw in some fresh garlic. I do love the smell of it when it's minced. I think I'll make seared salmon with fresh spinach. I can put garlic on both of those. It'll be fantastic. I pour myself a cup of steaming, hot Joe, hiding my smile behind the mug as I take my first sip.

Eventually, Bill leaves to go to work. Not twenty minutes later the phone rings. Bill is calling to make sure I'm still here. He has my car keys so where else would I be? I thought he was pacified knowing that I'm still at home until he calls again, then again, and yet again. He calls me every half hour until he leaves the office to come home. This is not going to work.

****

Dinner is delicious. Bill asks for seconds and I happily serve them to him. He hasn't noticed the garlic yet and I wait patiently for the moment when he does. I piled on different herbs and spices to hide the flavor as much as I could. I reach down to pet Sammie by my legs.

"Mmm, Sookie this is delicious. Have you done something different?"

"No, I used Gran's recipe for the salmon. Just a few herbs and spices as a marinade–nothing new." Heh, heh, heh…

"I love it. Thank you for making dinner. I think I'll work a little before heading up to bed. Will you be long?"

"No, I'll get the clean the kitchen then I'll be up shortly."

"Good."

I rinse and place all of the dishes in the dishwasher. A rush of guilt comes over me as I hear Bill hurry into the bathroom. Then I remember that he reported my car stolen.

I knock on the bathroom door to see if he needs anything and he yells for me to stay out. Apparently, he doesn't want me to see him getting sick, so I shut the door and go to the bedroom. I ready myself for bed and drift off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

****

The next morning I'm awakened by the ping of my Blackberry. It's Eric, again. I haven't called him yet as it's too painful. I want so badly to be with him but haven't figured out a way to get to him.

I miss you min alskare. When are you coming to me? I don't think I can wait any longer.

I miss you too Eric but I can't leave right now. I didn't know it until yesterday but Bill is working from home in the mornings and calling every half hour to make sure I haven't left the house. I can't get away just yet.

This is bullshit. Is that why you didn't call me yesterday? I should just come to you.

Yes, it is bullshit but it's my bullshit to deal with. I can't have you come here for me. It's too risky. What will your family say? Be patient–I will let you know when I can come to you.

You do not understand Sookie.

My phone rings.

"Hello?"

"I needed to hear your voice."

"I can't talk right now Eric. Bill could come back into the bedroom at any moment."

"Bedroom? Are you still in bed, lover?"

"Yes."

"Can you lock the door Sookie?"

"Sure." I get up to lock the door and climb back into bed, snuggling down under the sheets. "I'm back in bed now."

"I wish I were lying there next to you. I would keep you warm; I would protect you. I keep thinking about the way you felt against me and I wish I was there to…unh…" He moans my name.

"Eric, what are you doing?"

"I'm wrapping my hand around my hard cock, imagining it's your tight, wet, pussy." His heavy pants are coming through the phone in rapid succession. Just listening to his breaths sends a rush of warmth down my chest to my midsection.

"Ungh…" A moan escapes my lips as I imagine him lying in bed, stroking himself. How he does this to me…?

"Can you still feel me Sookie? Can you feel me pounding away at you–claiming you as mine?" I nod my head before remembering he can't see me. I can't speak anyway. "I can feel your warmth wrapped tightly around my cock. He twitches to life every time I say your name. Did you know that, lover?" Eric is driving me crazy. Bill never talks dirty to me.

"Mmm Eric, I am so wet for you."

"Will you touch it for me Sookie? Run your fingers down into your folds, and slip them into your wetness. Aah, does it feel good?"

"Unh huh…oh, uhh…"

"Pump your fingers in and out for me, slowly, oh so slowly. Unh huh, just like that. Wishen för gud I kunde jag smaka dig. How close are you Sookie? Will you come soon for me?"

"Unh, y-yes…"

"Good, let me hear you come for me Sookie." I groan and bite my tongue to hold back the scream that is threatening to break free from my lips as I hear Eric shout my name and something else in Swedish.

I catch my breath and wipe the sweat away from my brow. I cannot believe I just did that, again. I hear Bill cutting off the water in the bathroom and panic.

"Eric, I have to go. I'll talk to you soon." I hang up before he can object then run to unlock the bedroom door.

I toss the phone back onto my bedside table and pull the covers up to my neck. I struggle to get my breathing under control as Bill enters the room.

"Hey sweetie, are you feeling all right?" I fight to keep the smirk off my face as he walks into the room holding his stomach.

"I'm fine. I just wasn't…you didn't happen to put garlic on dinner last night, did you?"

I bat my lashes innocently as I answer, "Maybe a little."

"Damn it Sookie, you know I'm allergic to garlic. It could have killed me."

"I forgot, Bill, I'm sorry." NOT!

"Just don't forget again. I can't take throwing up like that anymore. I'm going to lie down in the other room to have some privacy. Can you make me some tea?"

"Sure. I'll bring it to you in a bit."

Success! That fucker is in for one hell of a week because I plan to put garlic on and in every single thing that I make.

****

One week later

Amelia calls with news. She has an idea that will help get me out of my predicament.

"Okay Sook, how into kink are you?"

"What?"

"You know, do you role play, give spankings, use handcuffs?"

"Amelia, you do know I'm married to Bill right? He's not into any of that stuff." She snorts.

"Okay, I was thinking you could borrow my handcuffs and get a little frisky with him one night. You get him all worked up, stripped down naked, handcuff him to the bed and leave him there. I'll swing by to take you to the airport. BOOM! You're free."

"Only one problem with that plan genius, Bill won't let me do that to him. Not with handcuffs. Hey, what if I pull a Pretty Woman and he comes home to me dressed in nothing but one of his ties. Maybe I can get him to let me bind his hands that way." I think on it a little more. Gotta love Ames for thinking outside of the box.

"That could work. Are you sure you don't want the handcuffs?"

"Positive. They would freak him out or he'd just want to handcuff me. Either way, it wouldn't work out as planned. I knew you were good for something girl."

"Yeah, yeah. Fuck you very much. Just let me know what night you want to do it so I can be ready. Do you have a bag packed?"

"I still have my bag from the last great escape attempt in my car. Bill has the keys though."

"You can't get them while he's asleep?"

"He's a light sleeper. I can twitch in my sleep and he wakes up. It's usually why he sleeps in the other bedroom if he has a big meeting or something important planned for work. Apparently, I snore and keep him up at night." She laughs so long that I have to clear my throat to get her attention before I can continue. "It's not that funny and I'll have you know I do not snore. Since you seem to be having such a good time at my expense I'll just talk to you later. Witch!"

I hang up the phone, still hearing Amelia's cackles in the earpiece. I think long and hard about this new plan of ours and come up with something even better. I'll have to do a little sneaking around to implement it but it should work.

I call a friend of the family at the law firm where I had a summer internship, Madden and LeClerq. Sophie Ann is a ruthless bitch and she hates Bill. She'd be more than happy to help me out. Why I hadn't thought to call her before, I don't know but there's no point in dwelling on the past. I tell her what I need done and she tells me she'll call me tomorrow with all of the details. I smile wickedly as I think about the look on Bill's face when he finds out what I've done.

I call Amelia back and tell her I plan to leave in a few days. She wants to argue with me about the handcuffs again but I cut her off. My plan will work and all I need her to do is drive me to the airport. She concedes, eventually, and I make plans to leave Sammie with her. I think she is upset about the handcuffs because she has some sick twisted sense of humor.

****

Day of Operation Dra Bill

I call Bill as he reaches his office. He is surprised to hear from me as he has just left the house thirty minutes ago. He stopped with the phone calls yesterday.

"Hey Bill. I just wanted to know if you'd like to have lunch today. I thought since we were having a better week that we could spend some time together outside of the house. What do you think?"

"Sookie, I just left you."

"Yes, but we didn't spend any time together. You sat in your office all morning working. Can't I have lunch with my husband?"

"You can but…"

"What? Are you too busy? You don't want me to visit?"

"No, no. I said I would work to make things better with you and I meant it. Where would you like to go?"

"Actually, I thought I could meet you at your office with a packed lunch. I made a few sandwiches, potato salad…sound good?"

"That actually does sound good."

"Well if I leave now, I can be there in about forty minutes."

"I'll call you a cab to have you dropped off."

"Shit Bill, I can get from the house to your office without help."

"You still haven't earned back my trust. I have your car keys and there's no way for you to get here otherwise." Little did he know, Amelia was waiting outside with the motor running.

"Okay. Call me a cab. I'll see you in a bit."

We hang up simultaneously. I stand up, smoothing down the skirt of my dress I bought just for Eric. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees me in it. It's grey, cashmere, and has a cowl neck that hangs just low enough to show a little cleavage. Stockholm is a little on the cold side this time of year and I hope this dress keeps me warm enough. Picking up my bag and Sammie, I run out the front door, throwing the lock as I head down the stairs to Amelia's waiting car.

"We'll have about ten minutes before the cab gets here and maybe ten minutes after that before he realizes I'm not coming. So that gives us another twenty minutes to get to Shreveport. Do you think we can make it before he sends out the search party?"

"Don't worry Sook. We have all of our bases covered. Is Sophie Ann ready on her end?"

"Yeah, she's having Bill served once I give her the call, which will be in about fifteen minutes. Shit Ames, if this works…"

"I know. I'll miss you but you better call me when you're on your way home. I'll make sure Laffy knows that you're coming. It was smart of you to not tell him what you're planning so if Bill goes to him he doesn't have to lie. Plus, you know Lafayette can't keep a secret if his life depended on it."

"You are such a good friend, Ames. I love you, bitch!"

"I love you too, whore. Now, let's get you to the airport."

****

I have to fly into New York in order to fly out to Stockholm. My transfer is in Brussels where I have about an hour to look around. I land at the Stockholm-Bromma Airport, which is just twenty minutes from the city. I'm glad that Eric said he would pick me up because I am so overwhelmed with how beautiful everything is that I'm not paying attention to where I am and lose my way. I stop to ask an airport employee for help which I can barely make out. My Swedish is not so good. I find a map and locate where I am to meet Eric.

I get my luggage and make my way to him. Once I see Eric's smiling face at the gate, I know that all of the planning, the plotting and the eleven-hour flight were absolutely worth it.

A/N: The link to Sookie's outfit she wears to Sweden is in my profile.

Translation: Wishen för gud I kunde jag smaka dig – God I wish I could taste you

Dra – fuck off

Have to give some shout-outs to my awesome reader/reviewers. stephaniesmeow suggested Sookie play nice to throw Bill off. Shannon911 suggested Bill be handcuffed to the bed, heh, heh…Last chapter AshleySue made a suggestion that Sookie call the police on Bill for taking her car but I switched it and had Bill do it instead. Thank you to everyone who reads, reviews, alerts, and favorites me and my stories. I appreciate your love and support and as you see, implement your suggestions into the story. Keep 'em coming! Make sure you review, you may see your suggestion in the next chapter cause Sookie's in Sweden and there's lots of ways we can go. xoxo Elle

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