So the Fuckaversary. I don't know that I've written a whole Fuckaversary, but here it is! According to Google, I may have originated this term, and quite a few others. I'm kind of a word creating dork. But I do celebrate my Fuckaversary. It's March 20th, in case you were wondering. Feel free to send me well wishes.

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Sookie

By Christmas night, it was obvious that we weren't going anywhere. Nothing had left either JFK or Newark for twenty-four hours. We'd had a great time watching the kids unwrap their presents, and I was now the owner of the word's most perfect purse. It was a good day.

Pam had spoiled the kids, with the most expensive, ridiculous stuff she could think of, but neither Eric or myself had enough confidence in her appropriateness when it came to opening our gift, which was simply marked 'XXX Pam'.

We exchanged a look. "We'll open that one later," Eric mumbled.

"Good call." I nodded, remembering our September trip to the Pleasure Chest.

It was really great, just being the four of us, a complete contrast to Thanksgiving. This was the first year that really Ceci knew exactly what was going on, and she was adorable, grinning at us and digging into her dinner, and pushing her peas under her napkin, and sharing with Lil when she thought I wasn't looking. Max chattered along like he usually did, and I smiled as he and Eric discussed their ice fishing trip, which they were taking in January.

It was after the kids went to bed, exhausted and hyped up on sugar from the gingerbread house that Liz Compton sent over that we finally got to Pam's box.

Eric made the comment immediately. "I don't feel comfortable opening up Pam's box. Why don't you do it." The twinkle in his eye was unmistakable.

"Fine." I giggled, ripping the paper open, and snorting. "Shit. It's probably a good thing we waited."

In the box was about a grand worth of sex toys, neatly wrapped in Pleasure Chest paper. "She's ridiculous," Eric said, rolling his eyes. "I don't know why she has this constant need to interfere in everyone's sex life."

I shrugged. "It's not like she sent us a woman to have a threesome with, or a man for that matter. It's just toys." I pulled out a bejeweled butt plug and rolled my eyes.

"She knows about your anal aversions?" Eric raised an eyebrow.

I sighed. "I'm never drinking with her again."

"You didn't tell her what..."

I shook my head. "Of course not."

"Good. That's not a conversation I want to have with her." He peered into the box. "If there's another vagina in a can, I'm going to kill her."

I patted him on the back. "It's a Fleshlight and there won't be. But there is this pair of handcuffs, and some lubricant, and a bunch of other things." I pulled out a tiny finger vibrator, and stuck it on his cheek. "For someone that's so into sex, you're really uptight about the toys."

He grumbled good naturedly. "I just don't see the necessity in all this extra shit. I mean, these," He pulled out the handcuffs and the lube, "They enhance the experience. "This," he pulled out the dildo that was rather comparable to him. "is ridiculous."

"So you're a purist, is what you're saying." I giggled. "Or, are you afraid I'll find something I like more?"

He growled at me, and I stifled a snort as he pulled me over his knee. "Oh, I'm not worried about that."

"No kidding," I squealed, as he he tickled me. "But you like a bit of vibration as much as the next person."

He chuckled, grinning at me, as he held me in place and smacked my ass. "I do."

"So I guess we figured out our fuckversary theme then." I wiggled, trying weakly to get out of his grasp. "Good vibrations?"

"We have a theme? Is sex a theme?" He wasn't letting me go. "Do I have to wear the Marky Mark briefs and dance?"

"Absolutely. It's a requirement. You can shadow box too, if you'd like. Whatever you want," I gasped, as he continued to tickle me. "I'm going to pee if you don't let me go, and I know you're not into golden showers."

He released me immediately. Just because Eric was curious and accepting of things didn't mean he was necessarily into them. "Go. And then start the shower. I'll be in in a minute, and you can rub my hamstring." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows at me.

I rolled my eyes at him. "If you want to have shower sex, you can just ask for it."

He carefully stood up, and put the ice pack in the kitchen sink, and I felt myself grow tingly at his predatory gaze. "I want."

To spare his hamstring, we ended up having sex on the edge of the tub, him sitting, and me, well, being a bit more active. When we were finished, we filled up the tub, and I sat with my back against his chest, happy that we'd installed the bigger tub a few years earlier, even if we rarely got to use it. I grinned, as I felt him kiss the top of my head.

"I love you, Sookie," He whispered in my ear. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

I turned around and pressed my lips to his. "You too." We were really very lucky. Besides a snag here and there, I really had it all. I was married to someone that loved me fiercely, and who was really my best friend. My partner. I was really glad I'd made the effort to go to Paris, or we have been having a very different evening. But I knew what to do with him. Knew how to fix things, how to work at things to keep us going. It wasn't complicated. We were honest, stripped bare in front of one another. Always.

Day 1

We sighed collectively, after dropping Max and Ce off at Pam's. "So, what now, husband of mine?" I grinned, patting his thigh. His strong, muscular thigh. I loved our fuckaversary. It was really the best holiday of all.

"Let's go home, to our house in New York," Eric said, a devious grin on his face. "And let's not tell anyone where we are. We can order food in, "

I thought of all the things our house had, and all the possible visitors we could have had in the Hamptons. Bill was down there, Pam, a bunch of Eric's colleagues. Winter break was like summer all over again. Everyone knew we spent Christmas down there. "Sold. Pam can call our cells if she needs us."

We talked in the car about our time apart, the coming year, his book, his other book, my job, the kids, Bones, Appius. It took us three times as long to get home as it usually did, because of the weather, but when we walked in the front door to complete and utter silence, it was absolutely worth it.

"So, four childless days. And we just had a week in Paris. You realize, Lover, that this is never happening again." He waggled his eyebrows and pulled off his boots. I'd teased him when he'd bought the huge snow boots a year before, but I wasn't laughing now, since my feet were soaked from walking from the car to the house.

I sighed, pulling off my wet socks. "Maybe when we're old and retired."

"Professors never retire. We just get older and more crotchety." He walked into the kitchen and turned the light on. "What do you want for dinner?"

I shrugged. "Pizza?"

He shook his head. "That's not good sex all night food." He pulled out a bottle of red wine from the cupboard. "We should eat something light, but filling."

I sat down at the kitchen table. "There's some frozen organic mixed vegetables in the freezer. We could make something with those. I think there's some chicken too."

"Go warm up. I'll make dinner." He smiled, pulling some rice out of the cupboard. "But don't warm up too much without me."

I smacked his ass, and ran a bath, quickly ran a razor over my legs, and picked out some cute underwear, before throwing some dry clothes on. Undressing was half the fun. I didn't need to make it too easy.

When I emerged about a half hour later, dinner was in full swing, and I was reminded how fantastic it was when Eric used to cook for me when we first met. I curled up on the couch in the living room, and about ten minutes after that, I was presented with a bowl of stir fry and a huge glass of red wine. "You're a god." I grinned, digging in as he sat down beside me.

"In every way, Lover," He smirked. "And we're going out for dessert."

It wasn't what I was expecting him to say, but as we got off the subway at Astor, I understood where he was coming from. The city was practically deserted because of the weather, people opting to say home over braving the inclimate conditions. Feeling warm from my wine and my bath, I couldn't have been happier, as we walked into a dessert bar that I hadn't been to. I'd heard of it, but never made the trek.

I grinned up at Eric as we took our seats. "Have you been here?"

He nodded. "Pam used to drag me here years ago when she'd get her period. They practically knew us by name, well I was the tall man, and she was the bitchy woman that ordered two desserts. I always came because there was wine. They do really good parings. Usually there's a line up, but I didn't think they'd have one because of the weather."

I had the white chocolate mousse with a muscat, and Eric had the warm chocolate tart with port. We were nearly through when I caught him looking at me. "What?"

He rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Nothing."

"Do I have something on my face?"

He leaned across the table and grabbed my hand. "You're moaning. You've been moaning for a half hour now. And you're beautiful, and I wish we'd picked something up at a bakery so we could be naked right now."

I leaned in for a quick peck. "Let me finish, and we'll go be naked."

Day 2

Eric eyed the egg shaped vibrator curiously. "So I guess you wear this, and I get this part." He held up a small remote.

"And you're in charge of it." I shrugged, looking out at the wall of white that was our back yard. "Could be fun."

He looked at me, a kind of feral look in his eyes. "Fun indeed. I'll put the movie on, and then I'll give you a hand with that."

I laughed as he put Kill Bill in. "Really? Kill Bill?"

He shrugged. "What?"

I shook my head. "Nothing."

He looked me up and down. "Go put one of my shirts on."

The quazi-feminist liberal part of me wanted to tell him to go pound sand when he told me what to do, but the woman inside me really quite liked it. I got up, and selected a blue dress shirt with stripes that I loved him in. It just barely covered my ass. I switched up my underwear, opting for something a little sexier, a pair of black lace boyshorts, and made my way back out to the living room.

He chuckled at me when I did a little curtsey. "Do I get to cry uncle?"

"When you want me to finish you off? Sure. But I'm going to think you're a lightweight if you can't make it a little while at least." He grinned at me, as I sprawled out on the couch and put my arms above my head. "You ready for this?"

I nodded, watching as he pushed my shirt up, and slid my panties aside, and stuck the lube soaked egg up where it went. It felt a little weird, like an oversized tampon, at first.

He leaned back against his arm of the couch, and pressed the on switch. I flinched at first, and he smirked at me. "Hey, you wanted to try everything out."

"Hey, it just surprised me, that's all." I shifted slightly, pulling my knees against my chest. It actually felt kind of good. "Now you better wield your power wisely, or when we switch it up, I won't be so kind."

"Switch it up?"

"Oh yea. We're switching it up." I winked. "I see you're in boxer briefs today. It'll stay where it needs to."

He shrugged. "Shall we make this more interesting, with, oh, let's say, a wager?"

"Person who holds out longest..."

"Gets tied up tomorrow."

I shifted in my seat, and not just from the buzzing between my legs. We actually both enjoyed getting tied up quite a bit. It was as submissive as Eric got, and I loved taking that control away from him, even for a little while. It was a real turn on for me. On the other hand, I also "Deal. Shake on it?"

He looked at me curiously, before sticking out his hand. Instead of shaking it, I sucked one of his fingers, running my tongue along the inside of it. "Sookie, Sookie." He shook his head and tisked at me. "You forget who holds the power right now."

I flinched again, as my vagina began vibrating at a different frequency. Shit. We were too competitive sometimes. "All's fair in love and sex." I raised an eyebrow, and turned my attentions back to the movie.

And began touching my breasts. First over Eric's dress shirt, but when I noticed his skin start to get a bit flushed, I upped the ante and undid the first few buttons, reaching inside and under my bra.

"That's not fair," Eric said, desperately trying to pay attention to the movie, so when his parts started vibrating he'd be able to hold out.

"It's more than fair, because it adds to my pleasure too. I'm enjoying this." I pulled down my shirt a bit. "See how much I'm enjoying this?"

He let out a tiny involuntary moan. "Fine." And the vibrations once again changed slightly, and increased.

As much as I wanted to win, the vibrating actually felt pretty good, and I have to admit, watching Eric passively controlling my pleasure while he watched TV was pretty hot. I made it about thirty minutes. "If you don't finish me off, I'm just going to come," I whispered, moving so I was in his lap. "It actually feels incredible." I'd almost slipped a few times, before I realized that if I closed my legs it made it worse. Or better, depending on how you looked at it.

Eric gave me a grin, reached around me and snaked a hand into my panties. "Let me give you a little hand there."

I arched my back against him, as he pressed his thumb against my clit, and his mouth against my neck, leaving the vibrator in place. It was a great orgasm, born of delayed gratification, and a very zealous husband. I felt tingly for ages.

I lost won the bet though, when Eric started shifting after a few minutes and I offered him a BJ. He called foul, so I let him have it. And then let him have it.

I'd kind of wanted to tie him up anyway.

Day 3

Eric to struggle against the fur lined handcuffs that were holding him to the bed.

I scolded him, knowing full well he liked being scolded. "They're just sex cuffs, Eric. You're probably going to break them if you pull too hard."

"I feel like some sort of cave man," he chuckled. "Maybe next year we can do a Tarzan and Jane theme."

"I don't know what that would consist of, besides loincloths. Yea, maybe we can do that." I winked, before straddling his lap still fully clothed. "But since I have you tied up and I'm in charge," I reached into the drawer beside the bed, "I'm going to blindfold you too."

He growled a little, as I put the black sleep mask over his eyes. "You're good, Lover."

I quite liked being blindfolded, because it made everything else feel that much sharper, crisper, intense.

Everything was a bit more sensitive, and it was easy to be surprised, delightfully surprised.

I climbed off Eric, undressed, and pulled on a black silk slip that I'd bought a couple of weeks earlier, in preparation for this, the most sexy of holidays. His head moved towards mine as I lay down beside him and ran my foot along his calve. "You're like the biggest sex toy of all here, Lover, all tied up and hard," I whispered, running my tongue along his ear."

He nipped at my neck, instinctively knowing where it was. "Do your worst, Lover."

I pulled the feather tickler that Pam had supplied us with out, and Eric squealed, in a most un-masculine way, as I ran it over his chest and down his thigh. "Oh, does that tickle?"

"I'm going to end up kneeing you in the face by mistake if you keep that up." He roared, as I did my best to pin him down. "And there's nothing sexy about a bloody nose."

I tossed the feather, and ran my mouth over the head of his cock, before quickly moving to his nipple. "You know, I think I won last night. This is fun," I giggled, as I lay on his chest, and rubbed my heel against his balls.

"I don't know what you're rubbing me with there, but I like it," he chuckled, before groaning as I latched onto his nipple, and breastfucked him. "And that's your breasts, not your mouth."

I smiled. He was right. Moving as little as possible, I pulled my underwear off, and straddled him, taking him inside me completely. "What's that?"

He groaned, before arching his hips. "I always know what that is."

Day 4

I rolled over and pressed my body against Eric's. I was exhausted, and three days of sex had really proved it. "Want to have vanilla sex this morning, and then do nothing all day?" We so rarely had time to ourselves to just do nothing. "Maybe watch Boardwalk Empire?"

He grinned, as he rolled on top of me. "That sounds perfect."

So back to our regularly scheduled drama next chapter! I hope you liked!