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She can't remember me. Sookie can't remember me.
She can't remember the first time we met, our first honest to God date. She can't remember the first time we kissed, how our lips felt against each other, how we would make out for ages like horny teenagers.
She has no memory of our first fight, or the way we made up afterwards.
Or the first time we napped together, how our bodies felt against each other.
The first time we made love, I could recall every second, every breath, every moan and every thrust. But she…nothing, absolutely nothing.
I know I sound like a complete pussy, or something along those lines, and believe me I am not one to go all emo over a chic, but this is different, our history is different and our circumstances are different, all I can say is karma is a real bitch.
The first time I laid my eyes on her I wanted to devour her, she was a luscious little blonde enigma.
Sookie had long blonde curls down to the middle of her back, gorgeous blue eyes that were a shade darker than mine, a perky little nose and lips that were made just to be kissed and nibbled to kingdom come, but that was just the start, or should I say the cherry on top. It would be quite the challenge to give Sookie's body justice in a few sentences, but just to give an Idea; with Sookie I didn't know if I were a breast man, an ass man, or a leg man, It depended on which day of the week.
Seeing her there sitting in my parents' living room, all I could think of was throwing her on the coffee table and having my way with her. Merry Christmas Eric.
After the introductions were made, everyone fell into a comfortable conversation about all sorts of subjects, I noticed that Sookie was well spoken, very proud, and never ashamed to speak her mind, and admit when she was mistaken, I always respected that.
I tried to corner her a few times to get her alone, but she was too smart for her own sexual good it seems. But I noticed that she would glance towards me a few times, I know the effect I have on women, and I was relieved that Sookie was not immune to my charms. We would make eye contact a few times throughout the evening and it would end up with her blushing and looking away like a shy little schoolgirl. Fucking adorable!
That was the first time I met Sookie, that night sleep as impossible, all I could think of was making my way to her room and fulfilling all my fantasies, but that only made sleeping my new fantasy.
I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, only to be welcomed by my little southern belle sitting on a stool nursing a cup of milk, in boy shorts and a tank top. Hallelujah!
"I'm sorry I couldn't sleep so I thought a cup of milk would help, I'll be out of here in a minute"
"No, no, it's fine, stay and keep me company"
"I just don't sleep so well in strange beds, not that the bed in your parents' guestroom is not heavenly, it's more of a psychological thing"
"Would you like to try out my bed?"
I hadn't realizes I'd said that before it was out of my mouth. Fantastic.
"I don't think your bed is big enough for me and your big…ego"
To say I was shocked at seeing this brazen side of Sookie would be an understatement. She smiled like she was challenging me; well two could play this game.
"Well Sookie, I'm sure with the right approach to this issue, we could satisfy all the parties involved"
"I'm sure we could. Good night Eric"
We were only getting started, the little minx. She smiled like the cat that ate the canary and walked away with what I'm sure was a little extra swing for my own torment.
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Our chemistry was undeniable from that evening and we spent most of the Christmas vacation getting to know one another. I knew Sookie was not going to make it easy but the cat and mouse game we played made it that much more worthwhile.
The night before Sookie and Felix were to leave I panicked, yes I panicked, I didn't want her to leave without any guarantees of anything more. I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing. There was a knock on my door and I swear I was going to get up and start bouncing on the bed, only to find that it was Max, asking me something about when I would be leaving and if he could get a ride with me. I was so pissed off at him I almost said NO, but ended up saying I would think about it.
Just as I was beginning to formulate am elaborate plan on how I would make my super smooth move on Sookie the door knocked again.
"Max, I said I would think about it, now fuck off!"
"Oh, um sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you"
Shit, It was Sookie.
"No, No, come back, Sookie?"
I ran to the door and swung it open to see her standing there in nothing but an itty-bitty nightgown. Swallow.
"Come in, I thought you were Max"
She entered the room and I followed her in, she turned around to look at me, and then took a deep breath. I took a step closer, and took in her smell, Sookie had this amazing scent, I could never forget. I knew later that it was a mix of her shampoo, soap, perfume, and that extra Sookie essence.
"Listen Eric, I really like you, and…and I wanted to invite you over to come visit me in Princeton, I mean only if you want to come of course, I.."
" I'd love to"
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
She beamed and I couldn't help but smile back. We kept looking at each other for what seemed to last like hours, but I'm sure was only a minute or two, I was doing summersaults in my head. I mean here she was standing in my room asking me to go visit her, I could tell she was nervous, the way she kept fidgeting and darting her eyes around the room. And then it hit me.
She had made the first real move and it was my turn, the ball was in my court, I needed to show her that I wanted her just as much, if not more, so I just let go, and bent down, holding her face in my hands and tilting her head slightly and, all of this while keeping my eyes fixed on hers, getting her silent approval, and then I plunged, I went for it.
Sookie's lips were just…divine. We kept kissing till we ran out of air, then we looked at each other, each one gauging the other's reaction. This time she initiated it.
We went on like that for most of the night just kissing, until she ended up straddling my hips to get more comfortable. I wanted more, much more, but I knew Sookie would not be ready. But I was happy enough just sitting there kissing, nibbling and nipping at her lips, her jaw, her neck and around her collarbone. Kissing Sookie was an experience to be savored.
That was our first kiss; I could remember it like it was today. I remember every detail, everything, but she remembered nothing.
Then again, that meant she couldn't remember my fuck ups.
She couldn't remember that I refused to tell her 'I love you'.
We had been partners in every way we could have been. Literally.
She had said it to me, many times. Knowing I was not ready to say it.
But never saying anything about it. Never complaining. But every time she said it, I could see the expectation, followed by the hurt in her eyes.
I just couldn't say it, after everything, I just couldn't giver her that.
But that was just the tip of the iceberg.
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