Ok...still snowed in...but on the bright side...you get another chappie...

SPOV

"Oh honey...don't be like that baby...you know you don't mean it...come back to me baby...it doesn't have to be like this honey. We can just go back to being me and you...we could go away from everyone here...just be alone...completely alone, me and you...fucking like rabbits on every available flat surface...making love until the sun comes up...baby, tell me you like the sound of that...say yes, and it'll happen..baby...I'm living in brokenheatsville, just waiting for you to...just come with me...please...I love you..." Lorena begged, turning to face Eric.

"Oh for fucks sakes, Lorena...if you cared about me you wouldn't have screwed him all of those years ago...if you cared about me at all you wouldn't be standing here begging me...now if you excuse me, Lorena...I'm going to take my gorgeous girlfriend home, where upon arrival, I am going to fuck her, just as if we were rabbits, on every available fat surface...we are going to make love until the sun comes up...because I can." Eric snapped.

And, he turned around put his lips against mine, hungrily, forcefully and he quickly pulled me towards a waiting taxi, ready to take us home, ready to take us into our new life together.

EPOV

How dare she. How dare that bitch interrupt me when I am kissing my girlfriend. On second thoughts, how dare she interrupt me at all. After 5 years, she is still stuck on me, she is stuck like glue – oh god, now I've got that ridiculous sugarland song stuck in my head.

And, even after she had dared to interrupt me, she had the gall to try to entrice me back, to try to encourage me to come back to her. As if. As if that would actually work – I mean to say, even if she hadn't screwed that other – well I would say man, but I honestly wouldn't call him a man. In fact, from the angle I saw (and I assure you it wasn't pretty), "he" looked more like a hobbit – a small, dark haired hobbit. So that was the name that I christened him, even though I only saw his hairy arse going up and down on top of my (then) girlfriend.

My memories of that day are completely hazy, I can hardly remember a thing at all. So, in order to pull all of my thoughts away from the whore herself and towards my gorgeous girlfriend (I will never get bored of saying, hearing or thinking that), I quickly informed Lorena of my plans for Sookie and I before hungrily kissing Sookie and pulled her towards the waiting taxi.

The whole way back to my house, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. Literally. Our lips remained attached, hungrily devouring each others mouths. My hands made their way to the small of Sookie's back and hers made their way to around my neck. By the time we came to my apartment, I was practically lying on my back, in the backseat of the taxi, with Sookie almost on top of me. If we didn't get out of the taxi before long, we wouldn't be getting out for a very, very long time, because, if I had my way, Sookie would be up all night.

We only stopped kissing (and groping at each other) long enough for to be able to get out of the taxi, pay the taxi driver, practically run up the driveway be able to get the back door, (like Sookie, I never entered the apartment block through the front door – well Sookie never entered her house through the front door) and we just about made it into my own apartment (there was no need to give the neighbours a private show), before hands – namely mine started to wander – all over Sookie's body.

As soon as we were inside the apartment, I pushed Sookie against the door and thrust my tongue deeply into her mouth. At first, I thought I had scared her, as she just sort of stood there frozen, with her arms under my auxters, but then she started responding, just as eagerly as she was receiving. It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen, and pretty soon we were ready to tear each others clothes off, but I wasn't prepared to let that happen, I wasn't prepared for to take Sookie in the kitchen – well I was, but I wanted our first time together to be special – ok, I know that made me sound pussy whipped (and I hadn't even had a chance to access Sookie's pussy yet...oh god...that was so cheesy, even in my head it sounded bad...NOTE TO SELF; NEVER, NEVER EVER SAY THAT TO SOOKIE...or indeed anyone!

So, I moved my hands from either side of Sookie's face, where they had ventured to, and slowly, dragged them down her neck, her shoulders, her arms, and down to her sweet, luscious backside. and I grabbed it (not hard mind you) and slowly lifted her, so that she was able to wrap my legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck. I turned around, away from the door, and eventually up the stairs, and into my bedroom.

I just had laid Sookie carefully and gently on to the bed – all the while my lips were still attached to hers. My body was just making its way from standing (almost) vertically on the floor to being horizontally on top of Sookie's, when I heard the doorbell go, and two seconds later, there was a piercing scream of "Eric...baby...please...come home to me...leave your whore and come back to me...baby please...honey, I know you are in there."

So, another cliffy...who could it possibly be standing outside Eric's door? How will Eric react to being cockblocked? How will Sookie feel? How will she react? Who do you think is going to tell the next part of the story? Any ideas for plotlines? All opinions welcome. Please, click the little button below and tell me. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter – which was (lightly) longer than the last one, and, the last question, for £1,000,000 – guess which song is now stuck in my head?