Hey everyone! Thank you so much for waiting patiently for this chappy. It's been a hectic week and this one seems it will be just the same, so bare with me.

This chappy hasn't been betaed yet (I might twist something around when Keri or Anne get back to me, but if I do I'll mention it when I post the next one). So if there's anything wrong in it, it's completely my bad. Heh. Everyone, keep your fingers crossed for Keri, who's moving and she needs a lot of positive energy to get through packing and whatnot. Or maybe a lot more coffee... :D Love you, hon!

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She says Hey! Wait

Listen now to what I've got to say

I don't think I want it this way

We become some more Excuse and love that's come undone

And how do we get so numb

I wanna be in your control

So unmerciful You can twist me and turn just don't let me go

I wanna be your puppet on a string

Baby I'm not holding back

We can do anything

And even if I'm crazy is cause you make me this way

We're as close to love as we'll ever get

I wanna be your marionette

Marionette

Marionette

So lets play the charade

I'm helpless like a child lost in the dark

And I need you to light a spark

It's a game but the same

I need to feel that this is love somehow

So don't disconnect me now

I wanna be in your control

So unmerciful

You can twist me and turn just don't let me go

I wanna be your puppet on a string

Baby I'm not holding back

We can do anything

And even if I'm crazy is cause you make me this way

We're as close to love as we'll ever get

I wanna be your marionette

Marionette

Marionette

Laying head to head and toe to toe

And we're body to body

I feel you beside me

We're in this masquerade

A beautiful game or play

It's so powerful with you controlling me I wanna be in you control

So unmerciful You can twist me and turn just don't let me go

I wanna be your puppet on a string

Baby I'm not holding back

We can do anything

And even if I'm crazy is cause you make me this way

We're as close to love as we'll ever get

I wanna be your marionette

Marionette

Marionette

(Marionette – Antonia)

SPOV

He put his arms around me and lifted me up, asking if I were up for a hot bath. And man, was I... I felt like goo. Complete and utter goo; every cell in my body felt like it had melted. I had cum so hard that even my brain was mush and I'd probably start talking like Yoda soon. Good feels me. Yep. Much pretty.

The smile on my face was a permanent fixture since Eric and I had become a couple and now the dreamy after-glow eyes would probably join in.

He put me on the counter and turned to the tub. He bent forward to reach for the taps and thus gave me the perfect view on his perfect ass. I let out a small sigh and he chuckled lightly, his body shaking with the laughter. He apparently found it amusing how much I loved his ass. Well, let him chuckle all he wanted if he was going to do it bent over the tub.

He took the shower head and spread hot water over the tub walls, trying to warm it a bit, and then switched to the taps and put in the plug.

"Vanilla or peach?" he pointed to the two bottles.

"A bit of both?" I asked and he did as I suggested. The bubble level was growing slowly in the tub and the bathroom was filled with the sweet aromas.

He turned towards me and lifted me up again before placing me at the front of the tub so he could have room behind me.

"Aaah," I moaned as I felt the warm water surround me.

"Indeed," Eric sighed from behind me, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"This is so nice," I said, closing my eyes.

"Yes," he agreed, his hands finding my breasts.

It was my time to chuckle since his fascination for my breasts was on par with mine for his ass.

We relaxed in the tub until the water threatened to spill. I reached out with my foot and turned off the tap. I settled back against Eric and turned my face so I could kiss him. It started slow, languidly, but his hands on my breasts made me feel hot all over again. I heard the plug being pulled out and the water go down the drain as his hands pulled me even closer. His erection was pressing against my back and I let out a small moan when I felt him.

I pulled away and turned around in his arms, thanking god for his idea to drain the water, or there'd be a lot of it on the floor. Our sexes came in contact and a deep moan echoed the bathroom. Mine, his, I had no idea. I kissed him passionately as his hands started kneading my ass. We broke for air and my lips found his neck as his did the same. I felt like I was in heaven as I rubbed myself all over him. My nipples were painfully hard against his chest. This man could drive me crazy with one touch and I wondered why we'd waited so many years to be together.

"I love you so much," I moaned in his ear as the head of his cock slipped pass my clit.

"I'm never letting you go," he growled and I couldn't agree more with him.

"I'm not going anywhere," I vowed and our eyes met. We smiled and he kissed me again.

I knew we had been together for a brief period of time, but now that I was seeing him as a boyfriend and lover instead of just a friend, I knew he was all I could ever want. There would be no hesitation in our relationship, no trial period, no hiding behind words. We were in it for the long haul and I loved the thrill I felt when I thought about it.

He pulled me up and pressed my back into the wall before resuming the kiss he was laying on me. His leg came between my own and I moaned as he made contact with my pussy. I hitched my own around his hip, as high as I could at my height and he reached under my ass lifting me up. I wrapped my thighs around his hips and let out a moan as a felt the head of his cock against my sensitive flesh.

"I can never get enough of you," he growled as his long fingers reached for my pussy.

"I don't want you to. Oh, Eric, please," I replied, shifting my hips, trying to get him where I wanted him.

"I love it that you want me enough to beg," he growled against my neck as he positioned his cock and pushed all the way in.

"Yes," I hissed as he pounded in me. Gosh he made me feel like a marionette in his hands as he managed to keep me up and fuck me into oblivion. If the first round was passionate and loving, this round was all about claim and need.

He sucked on my neck and I was sure he was going to leave a mark but I couldn't care. My own lips had marked him as my own earlier and the evidence of it was just in reach of my lips. I licked the column of his neck until I reached the lobe of his ear and nibbled on it.

I felt the coil in my abdomen wind and wind until I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded into a million pieces, my nails digging into his shoulders. He growled as I contracted around him and slowed down as I recovered.

He pulled out and put me down slowly, pressing his body into mine as he kissed me. I broke away and turned around, encouraging him to take me as I've wanted him to ever since that dream. I felt insatiable.

He hugged my body from behind and I could feel his hardness between my ass cheeks.

"Are you sure? Cause I can't be gentle when you offer me this. The fantasy of taking you from behind has only been spurred on that night in New Orleans when you dropped your underwear," he spoke low in my ear.

"Yes. I'm sure. I want you to own me," I said, pressing my ass into his erection.

"I want you to love me," I said, wiggling against him.

"I want you to fuck me and rub yourself all over me," was all I managed to say before his arm pulled my ass towards him and positioned his cock at my entrance before plunging in to the hilt.

My moan resonated on the bathroom walls and it only seemed to spur him on as he started driving into me. One of his palms was holding firmly on my hip as the other found my hands and pinned them to the wall.

Every time he drove into me he swirled his hips, hitting the spot inside me that made me want to bite into something to keep from screaming. My tits were pressed against the cold tiles, putting my sense in overdrive.

He turned my body so I was facing the edge of the tub and bent me forward, which I happily obliged, holding on for dear life as he pounded into me and trying not to slip on the remains from the bubble bath. His hands gripped my hips possessively and I moaned with every push, breathing out his name as his fingers lowered to my clit and started rubbing it.

"Fuck, Sookie, cum with me," he groaned and pinched my clit, effectively pushing me over the edge.

"Eriiicc," I yelled out as I came and I felt him follow suit, exploding into me.

His right hand joined the other on my lower back as he tried to steady himself. He pulled out and pulled me up, turning me around so he could kiss me.

"That was…" he said.

"Amazing. Yeah, it was," I agreed. It had always been a fantasy of mine to be fucked like Eric just did, but I didn't even get a mild doggy-style from Bill, since he thought it was "inappropriate".

"Come, let's clean up and go to bed," he suggested and we both rinsed again. We toweled off and went to bed, enjoying the feel of the sheets on our bare skin.

"I love you," he said in form of goodnight as he kissed my shoulder.

"I love you, too," I replied, hugging his arm to me.

"ATWA" from System of a Down woke me the next morning and I had to stumble to my phone which was in Eric's jacket pocket… which was still in a heap near the door.

"Yes," I answered and noticed Eric had also woken, propped up on his elbow.

"Hello. I'm sorry to bother you on a Saturday, Miss. Stackhouse, but you asked to be notified when the house is put on sale," the man, who I presumed was one for the three I had met a few weeks before.

"Yes. Thank you for calling. What can you tell me?" I asked.

"The house will be up for sale on Monday, but I have talked to my superiors about your situation and they have agreed to wait for your bid first, if you still want the house back, that is."

"Yes, yes, of course. Thank you for doing that. How much has it been evaluated for?"

"Well, the houses were in much worse condition that your brother declared, so the bank cannot possibly ask for more than 150.000 for the farm house and 100.000 for the lake house. Are you interested in both?"

"No. Just the farm house. 150, got it. I will call you on this number on Monday morning so I can get the details for the account, ok?"

"Sure."

"Thank you for going to all this trouble for me. Have a great weekend."

"You too, Miss Stackhouse and it's no problem. Your fiancé explained everything and I just wanted to help out as much as I can. Have a good day,"

"You too," I said before the call disconnected.

"So?" Eric said from the bed.

"Well, it was one of the men from the bank. The house is put on sale for 150.000 $ and they're going to wait for my bid first, especially since my "fiancé" explained the situation to them," I told him and watched his reaction. A smirk grew on his face, but he said nothing to excuse himself or to explain why he'd told them that.

"I have about 50 in the bank, especially after Pam wired that down-payment," I continued.

"And I'll provide the rest," he said. "I still have plenty from mom and you know I constantly get wired more," he said, mentioning the fund his mom had left him and the copyrights from her poems that still got him a few grand a month.

"And I'll return every penny," I vowed.

"No you won't. What's mine is yours from now on," he said seriously.

"Eric, I can't possibly take that much money from you and not give it back. You already have a house," I said, stubbornly.

"You can and you will," he pressed and it sounded final.

EPOV

Hearing about Sookie's house being put to sell brought in an anxious feeling that rocked me to my core. I had almost forgotten about it since we managed to lose ourselves into our own little bubble.

"What is it?" she asked, noticing my silence and far-away look. She crawled up on the bed and sat facing me.

"I just forgot about the house," I downplayed it, smiling forcefully.

"Now you're lying to me. What is it?"

"I'm just afraid that when you'll have the house back you'll want to move back there," I admitted.

"Well, wasn't this a temporary thing?" she asked.

"Yes. It was supposed to be temporary, but I don't want it to be anymore," I admitted, meeting her gaze.

"What are you saying?" she asked, a small smile playing at her lips. The little minx just wanted me to say it.

"Move in with me," I asked her and a grin grew on her face.

She squeaked and hugged me to her. "God, I've been dreading this day. I want the house cause it's been in my family for so long, but I don't want to move out. I'm so glad you feel the same," she said and I laughed.

"We're such fools for not discussing this beforehand. If it's tormented you for all this time then we should have talked about it," I told her.

"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry I didn't bring it up," she replied and leant forward to kiss me.

My hand went to her ass but she pulled away.

"Na-ah, mister. We have to go out and if we start this we won't get to visit your dad," she said and sighed when she saw my puppy-eyes.

"Oh, come on, don't put that face. We have plenty of time for it when we get back. There are a few other things I haven't done before," she said and efficiently got my attention.

"What do you mean? What haven't you done before?"

"Well, never done it from behind before and I think I've only been on top once," she said and my mouth was gaping. I wanted to say so many things about how big of a loser Bill was, but refrained.

"Well, we've got a lot to cover then," I said instead and kissed her again.

"Yes we do. Now let's get dressed. Oh, here's your phone," she said and passed me the phone she had pocketed from my jacket.

The light was bleeping, announcing I had a message.

"Hey, I've got a message. I bet it's from the rascals we hanged out with. Ha, I was right," I told her as I read the text.

We know what you did last night.

"Hey, I've got that one too. Which one of them has their number blocked? It says 'private number'."

"Yeah, mine too. It' probably Alc. He's switched through so many numbers lately because of his ex, that he probably forgot to fix the settings," I reminded her.

"Probably. We're going to get an earful from them anyway after the way we left last night," she giggled.

"Oh, you're probably right," I agreed as we got up and started gathering our things to start our day.

Although I felt put off at first that she didn't want to make love this morning, I understood her. She felt like we had all the time in the world and she was reveling in that feeling of security. There would be time later. There would be a forever of "later". I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"You're happy we're going to see your dad?" she asked when she caught me smiling.

"No and yes. I'm just plain happy," I told her truthfully.

We got dressed and soon we were in the car, heading for Bon Temps, where my father lived in "that" mansion that you noticed from about all top levels of any house in town. It was big and imposing, much like he was. We had moved to America when I was 15, after my mother died of cancer. He was a renowned businessman and had multiple companies in America anyway and decided to just move shop when my mom died because before that she wouldn't have allowed it. She used to say Sweden was her inspiration and dad never had the heart to make her leave although his most important businesses were here, which meant he was out of the country most often than not. On the rare occasions he was home, we spent time together, talking, playing chess or going fishing, but it seemed little compared to how attached I was to my mother.

My mom had been a beautiful woman. Tall, blonde hair and with ocean blue eyes. She would always have a smile on her face when she saw me and she was always around when I needed her. She had inspired me to become a writer and I was glad to discover I had inherited her way with words. She wrote hundreds of poems of love, of nature, of life mostly, but I was more of a novelist. When she passed away she left me her entire fortune which she made from selling her books and she also transferred her copywrite to me by will so I received all the money that her work still made.

Although my father had offered me money to start my business and help me settle, I refused him. Using only my mother's money seemed right since her dream was for me to, well, follow my dream. I talked about having a café ever since I was little and mom took me to her favorite place, where she'd often lose herself writing one poem or another. I'd sip on a hot chocolate and color a book, or later read, as she wrote and wrote and wrote, looking at the people around her or on the other side of the glass window.

"I'm sorry I've been so silent," I told Sookie when I realized we were almost at my dad's home.

"No problem. I've been the same. You always get quiet when you go visit him. I've been quiet cause I'm nervous."

"Nervous? Why would you be nervous? He loves you," I told her, completely surprised by her admittance.

"Well, yeah, as one of your friends, not your girlfriend."

"Sookie, he's been waiting for us to get together for years now. He always asks about you and tells me how much he appreciates you. It'll be ok," I told her and squeezed her hand.

I pulled up the driveway that lead to the mansion Sookie said it put the Bellefleurs to shame when she first saw it. Apparently the Bellefleur family was the wealthiest in this area and when we moved in and built this house, they just seemed middle class.

My dad heard the car and got out, waiting for us on the porch. He was as tall as I was, but he was of a bigger built. His hair was also a bit darker than mine, but not by much. Even in his fifties, I'd say he was good looking, opinion validated by the number of girlfriends he'd had in the past 6 or 7 years.

"Sookie, my dear," he greeted when she got out of the car. He was waiting for her with his arms wide open.

She giggled and half ran to meet him, walking into his embrace. He whispered something in her ear and she was smiling ear to ear when he released her.

"Eric," he greeted me as well and gave me a manly hug. That just got Sookie laughing.

"Not with you two as well," she said, rolling her eyes. "Hug properly if you're going to hug," she chastised and my dad laughed.

"You're right," he said and pulled me into a "hug-hug", as she named it.

We finally walked into the house and he lead us to the living room and onto the couch.

"I hear you're finally publishing a book, my dear, congratulations," he told her.

"Thank you. Eric's been very helpful with the overview and prereading," she said and I smiled as she took my hand.

"I see what he's told me is true, also. Things have changed between you, yes?" he asked and his face was lit up by a smile.

"Yes, Leif, they have. We just opened our eyes, I guess. I think I've always been in love with him, but didn't let myself see it," she told him like she'd tell her own father. If I found a mother figure in her Gran, she had found her father-figure in my dad and I couldn't be happier for her.

"Well, I'm happy you two finally opened your eyes. Eric kept telling me that things just weren't 'that way' between the two of you, but I felt the sorrow in his voice everytime he said it. I just hope you two are happy together and have a happy life full of love, each other and beautiful children," he said and my eyes got wide, watching Sookie's expression. She, however, smiled and thanked him for the good wishes.

I think the smile on my face will never go away. I hadn't brought it up since New Orleans, but I definitely wanted babies with her. I didn't know if she wanted them now or later, but I saw no point in waiting. I wasn't going anywhere and neither was she. I didn't want to be an old dad and I knew she felt the same and I particularly wanted to make her recurring dream come true.

We spent the next hours chatting about our lives in the past few weeks, about the café and my writing, about Sookie's book, her house and brother and the fact that we had officially moved in together. Dad talked about his relationship with mom some and said that he was beyond certain that she'd have loved Sookie if she were alive and that they'd have been the best of friends, which of course, made Sookie teary-eyed. He talked about Sweden and Sookie said she'd love to visit it some day.

Before we left, she went to the bathroom briefly and dad took the opportunity to get me in his study.

"Son, I know we have not been very close over the years, but you're still my boy and I must say you have my blessing in anything you and Sookie are concerned. I know you don't need it," he said, but I interrupted him.

"I don't need it, but it is nice to know that you agree with my choice. I love her," I told him.

"I know. I can see it in the way you look at her. Here," he said, opening his drawer and handing me a key.

"This was your mother's. Annika instructed me, on her deathbed, to give this to you when you'd find your chosen one. Your heart's desire, as she called it. I think this is it," he said smiling.

"A key? To what?"

"She has a box at the bank in Stockholm. There's a letter and another something that she thought you'd want. It's been there waiting for you since you were 15," he said and I felt tears prickling at the corner of my eyes.

"Thank you," I told him. "I'll plan a trip with Sookie."

"You do that. I meant it earlier, you know, she'd have loved her as her own."

"I know. Because she's perfect for me and she loves me," I replied and hugged him.

"Yes," was all he said as he patted my back.

The door creaked and Sookie appeared in the doorway, a smile lightening her face as she took in the view.

"Aww, now, that's the kind of hug I agree with."

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