A/N: Sorry if I scared any of you with the last chapter. It was a beast to write and my mind is a sick, twisted place. To clarify a few things, Pam's not gay; I wouldn't even say she's bi. She has a thing for Sookie and it's hard to describe because she doesn't even understand it herself. She's confused as heck about it and it wouldn't even be an issue had the revelation about Sookie and Eric never come about. I went back and read a little to pick up the pieces I've laid out which show that. Pam says more than once, she's not gay and she gets jealous when she finds Sookie and Eric together all the time. Think about how she reacts when she found out Sookie and Eric slept together. She was pissed at Sookie because she feels Eric is hers. Anyway, just thought I'd put that out there. Hope this chapter explains a little more. Feel free to ask me questions, I love getting your thoughts! xoxo

Pam POV

I fucked up. I know I fucked up. I don't know what I was thinking or why I was thinking that bullshit would work with Sookie, but I had to try. I kissed her. I can't believe I grabbed her ass. Desperation is a real bitch. I want Sookie to keep her beautiful fucking mitts off Eric. He wants her, she wants him and I want them both. Okay, I want Eric and I tried my luck with Sookie but that didn't work. I can't give up on Eric. I tried to convince them and myself that I wasn't interested in Eric, but we see how that turned out. Now she's pissed at me―and probably planning to file sexual assault charges against me―and Eric won't speak to me again. So what do I do now? How do I fix this mess I've created?

I can tell Sookie the truth. I could tell her that I was only joking when I kissed her and that I was trying to get her to admit something that I knew wasn't true. She probably won't believe that; hell I don't believe it and I'm the one thinking it up. She knows me too well. I was surprised when she called me out on not being a lesbian; although I'm not… a lesbian. I thought I was pretty convincing, but she managed to see right through my charade―to a point.

I'm a damned good liar though. I have them both fooled. Eric thinks I was fooling around with Felicia, which is so far from the truth. I've been working with her to plan Eric's birthday party next month and it seems that I may as well forget about it. Sookie thinks I'm off my rocker and in love with her, so that leaves Eric wide open. If she wants to, she can go after him―and I can't have that. Maybe I should just call her and see if she'll talk to me. I can apologize, tell her why I made such a fool of myself, and beg her forgiveness.

Fuck that. I'll call Eric and get him to come back over tonight. I'll explain to him and he'll forgive me. I only need him to believe that what I was doing was for him; because I love him. I mean, we were living together for crying out loud. Why would we have taken that step if things weren't serious between us? Sookie coming into the picture ruined things. He wouldn't have thought about her had he not seen her again. I just need to think. I can figure this out and fix it. I'll fix it and everything can go back to the way it was. I'll have Eric and Sookie can have Alcide. He's smitten with her, so that shouldn't be too much of a stretch. If left at their own devices, they would gravitate toward one another. I wouldn't have to do a thing.

I just need to think.

Sookie POV

I wait.

I pace.

I can't sit still. I don't know if Eric will show up. I can't say that I would blame him. That whole scene in Pam's apartment was a mess. I've never had to deal with such a fucked up situation before. She's even got me cursing! I send Alcide ahead of me because I want to face Eric alone. And in the event he doesn't show up… well, I want to save myself the embarrassment.

I finally sit down, placing my face in my palms to try and keep myself calm. I just cannot help thinking he hates me. I know I would be pissed as hell after what Pam pulled. He's being awfully calm about the whole thing. I'm sure he didn't want to cause a scene. Yeah, right.

"Sookie." I hear my name about two inches from my ear and my head shoots up.

"Eric? I didn't think… I'm so happy that you showed up. What took you so long?" I laugh nervously.

He pulls me up and into his arms. We stare at one another for a while before he kisses me. This is what I wanted since I saw him again. I denied myself the right to have him because of Pam and now that I know she's a Bitch with a capital 'b', I feel bad for waiting so long.

"I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner. I had to pack, but I couldn't remember what the weather is like in Louisiana, so I just said fuck it and hopped in my car. I love you, Sookie. No matter what happened today or in the past, know that I love you and I want you. Pam can suck it!" We laugh before he crashes his lips to mine again.

"I'm just glad you're here now. I love you too, Eric. I wasn't allowing myself to feel that before now, but I do."

"And you've just made me the happiest man alive." I slide down his body and as my feet hit the floor he pulls me closer.

"Hey, were you able to get a ticket? I'd hate it if you had to wait for another flight. Hopefully we won't have any issues."

"Don't worry too much about that. I've waited this long for you that I won't let anything else come between us."

"Good to know. Now let's get the hell out of here. I keep waiting for Pam to show up with her big bag of crazy and I can't deal with her right now."

"I don't think we'll have any more problems out of Pam." I hope he's right.

We make our way onto the plane and as Eric said, we don't have any issues being seated. We both have seats in first class, although they aren't together. He's able to bribe the guy sitting next to me to switch seats with him. I'm not sure what he says to him because it's in Swedish, but the guy moves like a fire is lit under his ass. I laugh to myself. Knowing Eric, he threatened the poor guy with a smile on his face. I don't care one way or the other because I never let go of Eric's hand the entire way home.

We land in Shreveport and that's when it hits me―I'm going home, with Eric.

Gran!

I didn't call her to let her know what was going on or anything. I feel like such a dunce but pull out my cell phone to dial the house before I do anything else.

"Hey, Gran. Um, I'm in Shreveport."

"Sookie honey! Why didn't you tell me you were coming back so soon?"

"I hadn't planned on it but, tada! Here I am."

"That makes me so happy honey, but how are you getting home from the airport?"

"I've got it covered. And, I have company. I wanted to let you know that my, uh… friend, Eric would be staying with us―if that's okay?"

"Friend, huh? Did you just meet him?"

"No, Gran I've known him for about a year now." I laugh.

"So… why is this the first time I've heard of him."

"It's not the first time you've heard of him. Remember when I called you a few days ago with the situation I had, with Pam and her boyfriend?" I lower my voice to a whisper because I don't want Eric to overhear.

"Oh. Oh… this is the young man that you met before and… oh my goodness! Well, it seems you worked things out then?" I can just picture the look on Gran's face and she's probably got the biggest smile stretched across it.

"Yes. So is it okay if he stays with us, at least until he can find a hotel or something?"

"Oh nonsense! He can stay as long as he's here. I don't have a problem with it. You know I used to be a young woman too. I'll have dinner ready for you two when you get here."

"Thanks, Gran. We'll see you in about an hour or so." I hang up and take a deep breath.

One crisis diverted. Now to get back to Bon Temps. Jason. My brother can be a real pain in the ass, but when I need him, he usually comes through. Sometimes.

We pull up to the house and I get nervous. I'm not nervous because of Gran, I'm nervous because I can't believe Eric's here. I feel like doing cartwheels, I'm so giddy. I take his hand as we walk up to the front door and Gran bursts through before I get to pull out my keys.

"Oh there's my sweetheart! You come here and give me a hug straightaway. Oh honey, you look beautiful. I'd say your vacation did you good." Once she lets go of me long enough to see there's someone else on the porch, she notices Eric behind me. "And this must be Eric. Well, I can see what all the fuss is about. You are quite the handsome young man. Come on and give me a squeeze."

Gran grabs him by the waist and does just that. She doesn't look it, but she's strong. The woman can hand out a hug that will leave you struggling for breath. I thought she was going to break my neck just now when she grabbed me.

"It's nice to finally meet you too, Adele." I schooled Eric on all things Gran during our flight.

"You call me Gran like everyone else does. No one's called me Adele except for my husband, God rest his soul. Come on in the house you two. I got dinner all ready and I know you have to be hungry."

"They do feed us on the plane, Gran. We're not starving."

"Airplane food, Sookie, is not good nourishment. You will sit down at the kitchen table and you will eat everything I put on your plate. Do you understand me young lady?"

"Yes, Gran. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"I'm not upset, I just know more than you. I didn't make it to a feisty seventy-five years young by chance. Now come on in here before everything gets cold."

From the look Gran is giving me, I know I better get my butt moving or she'll rip me a new one. Eric is just as sweet and follows right behind her like he's been here before. Traitor.

We sit down to a great dinner, which Jason sticks around for, and everyone gets to know each other better. Jason tries the whole protective older brother stuff and Gran politely questions Eric and threatens him to within an inch of his life should he ever hurt me. To which he replies, "I would rather die than hurt Sookie." I'm sold.

Eric and I help Gran clean up the kitchen while Jason steals off because he has a hot date―as usual. But he doesn't leave before asking me to bake him a cake now that I'm back. That's my brother for you.

All this talk of cake reminds me of the recipe I wrote down when I first met Alcide on my way to Sweden. Thinking of Alcide makes me look at Eric and wonder if I'm doing the right thing. We all have baggage, but the baggage between Eric and I is vicious. I shake my head because I shouldn't even be thinking about that. I'm with Eric and we'll see where things go.

My phone rings. Speak of the devil.

"Hey, I'll be right back. I'm just going to take this in the other room." Eric nods and I shuffle off to the living room. "Hey, Alcide. Did you make it home okay?"

"I did. I was hoping to hear from you first though. When you didn't call I got worried."

"I'm sorry. My Gran kind of strong-armed me and I couldn't get away from her to call you."

"That's okay. As long as you're safe. I just needed to be sure you were fine. So, I know this probably isn't a good time, but did you come back alone?" I did not see that coming.

I hesitate before answering.

"No, Eric came with me. We have some things to work out but we're going to give it a try. See how things go, you know."

"Yeah. I understand, I just hoped there was a chance I could see you again." I can hear the sadness in his voice.

"Oh, now I feel like shit. I'm sorry, Alcide. I know the trip and our talks and all have been sudden and unfair of me but if you're asking me to choose―"

"No, no that's not my intention. You laid it all out there in the beginning so I knew what I was getting into, I just like to think optimistically. I want you to know that I'll always be here should you need me." Eric pops his head around the door jamb and smirks at me. I get a little weak in the knees just from the curve of his lips. I know it means trouble.

"I do know that, thank you. Listen I should go. I'll give you a call next week sometime to see how you are. Just because we're not dating doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?"

"Right. I'm happy to know you even if it's from a distance. I'll look forward to your call. Goodbye, Sookie."

"Bye."

"So was that Asshole?" Not this again. See, trouble.

"When will you quit that? He's my friend and he's not an asshole, he's very sweet."

"You may not think he's an asshole but I sure as hell do. And you're not allowed to think of another man as sweet. Come here."

"No. Gran is still awake, and we need to talk."

"She just told me to tell you goodnight because she's heading to bed. We can talk later. Come… here." He quirks an eyebrow at me in challenge.

"Fine," I grumble.

I take the two steps necessary to reach him and he pulls me into his arms. He holds me for a long time, nuzzling my neck and placing small chaste kisses in the hollow below my ear. I sigh in contentment and just hold on for as long as he'll let me. He kisses his way from my ear down my neck. I shiver in his grasp thinking about how long I've wanted to do this with him. That week in Stockholm was mind blowing. To know what he is capable of and to be able to experience it with him again is just…

"Eric, I need to know something."

"Hmm…"

"When you were with Pam, did you always use protection?"

"Of course. Actually, I got tested before you came out to visit her and I'm in the all clear. Nothing to worry about."

"Good. It's just, I was worried about you, considering Pam's extracurricular activities."

My question answered I pull Eric's face to mine so I can kiss him. Our kiss isn't rushed or fevered; it's slow and passionate. Eric's arms wrap around my waist and he squeezes me closer to him. I feel so safe wrapped in his arms. We grind into one another and moan at the friction we're causing in the front of our jeans. My panties are damp and Eric's clearly ready to be released from his confining zipper.

"God, Sookie. Where?"

"My bedroom's… back… ungh…" Eric picks me up and my legs wrap around his waist.

He latches onto my neck with his mouth and I try to guide him back to my room. He sucks harder at my neck and I moan louder. We crash into the wall in the hallway a few times before backing into my bedroom door. He reaches a hand behind him to turn the knob, kicking the door open with so much force it bounces shut. I laugh into his mouth as he kisses me again.

"Shh… you have to be quiet. We don't want to wake your grandmother."

"Wait, you slam the door shut and you're telling me to be quiet?"

"Yes."

"Then we probably shouldn't be doing this at all."

"Unh!" He grunts.

I look over at my bed and pray that the sheets are clean. Knowing Gran, they are―so I relax when Eric pulls back the comforter plopping me down in the center of the mattress. He looks me over before climbing onto the bed, resting on his forearms while hovering over me.

"Sookie, I've wanted you again since Pam and I picked you up at the airport. I may take my time. It's been a while since we were last together and I may need help remembering what you like."

"Whatever you do, I like. Nothing to remember."

He smiles before diving between my thighs, nipping at my mound through my jeans. I laugh because it tickles and he growls into my heated flesh before yanking at the button and zipper on my pants. He gets them open and starts pulling them down my hips. I lift up allowing him to pull them all the way off, along with my panties. He's wasting no time.

I chuckle, "What happened to you taking your time?" He tickles the area behind my knee.

"Oh, I'll have you begging me to make you come."

"That remains to be seen Northman."

He raises an eyebrow in challenge then dips his head between my legs. He uses slow, languid passes of his tongue on my nub and slit and every time I get close to the edge, he stops and smiles up at me. After the first two times I can't take it anymore. I grab two handfuls of his incredibly soft hair and tug at his head until he looks up at me.

"Now, Eric… please!"

"Are you begging?" He asks against my thigh.

"Yes, fuck yes I'm begging."

"What are you begging me for?"

"I'm begging you to make me come. Now!"

"As you wish min älskling, as you wish."

He hikes my legs over his shoulders and commences sucking on my nub. His tongue flicks it then slides down my slit only to flick at my nub again. My hips buck into his face and he begins to moan into my sex. The vibrations from his moaning are so powerful that I let go and come hard with Eric's name on my tongue. His hand flies up to my mouth covering it before I realize what I'm doing. Yeah, Gran's right across the hall.

"Good?"

"Yes, good… great… fantastic…" I say breathlessly.

He continues running his tongue over me lazily, and looks up at me with hooded eyes.

"I don't think I have any condoms."

"It's okay, I'm on the pill."

"Really? You waited until now to tell me that? Sookie, we had a six hour flight at one point today. I would have loved to induct you into the mile high club."

I laugh while he slides up my body, grinding his erection into my thigh. I pull my shirt over my head and he does the same.

"I've waited so long for this," he says kissing his way up my neck.

I moan in response. His hands snake around my back to unsnap my bra. My breasts break free of their confines and Eric groans at the sight. He takes each breast into a hand and squeezes gently. He teases my nipples with his fingers before rolling his tongue around them, making them perk up at his attentions.

I writhe beneath him, relishing the friction of his hardness against my core. He groans into my breasts, nibbling down my sides, stopping at my hips. He sits up and removes his pants and wouldn't you know it, he's not wearing any underwear. I guess he was serious about the mile high club.

I laugh and he looks down at me.

"What's so funny?"

"You're not wearing any underwear."

"Something I see you've forgotten about me, lover."

He covers me with his body, making himself at home between my thighs. He kisses me deeply before penetrating my heated wet core. He bites into my bottom lip as he sheaths himself fully within my throbbing walls. My mind flashes back to the time we spent together in Stockholm and a surge of rolling warmth and tightness spreads through my abdomen. I can't control the spasms and writhing created by his thrusts. He pulls out to flip me over and slams back into me to the hilt. I can't help the scream that escapes my lips and he again throws his hand over my mouth, shushing me. I laugh and nibble on his finger. I run my tongue up and down his digits making him squirm.

He drops his hand from my mouth but a single finger lingers. I roll my tongue around the tip, encasing his finger with my mouth. He growls and begins to pound into me from behind. I have to shush him because he's getting louder each time he pushes into me. His other hand comes around to tickle the hairs above my mound. His fingers slip down into my slick folds and he teases my nub, rubbing small circles, applying a little pressure with each pass. My sucking on his finger drives his thrusts faster and faster. His finger circles my clit at the same quickening pace, causing me to suck and lick his fingers as if they were a melting popsicle. A few more pumps of his hips and I'm crying out in pleasure. Eric follows not too long after me, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his moans. We ride out the aftershocks before collapsing on the bed, entangled in each other's arms.

Our breathing labored, hearts pounding, we lay lost in each one another's eyes. I realize this is the way I want things to be from now on. I want to go to bed with Eric by my side and wake up with him wrapped around me. He moves a strand of hair from my sweat dampened brow and kisses the tip of my nose.

"Marry me, Sookie."

A/N: Thoughts, comments, suggestions... I'm all ears. xoxo

Translations

Min älskling – my dearest