A/N: This one is titled "Pregnant," after a song by the Cold War Kids. My thinking is that the lyrics and tone describe Sookie's state of mind at the end of the chapter.
Disclaimer: All these awesome characters belong to the equal awesome Charlaine Harris.
Warning: The lemons in this chapter are of a decidedly pulpier nature than in previous chapters. Can I get a woot woot?!?!
MAJOR PIMPAGE: Check out these two fantabulous contests that are going on right now in the SVM Universe!!!
Hosted by the always effervescent duo of youbettago and Kyss Ericsson:
http://www (dot) fanfiction (dot) net/~ericstravaganza
Hosted by the eternally delightful duo of s(dot)meadows and VampLover1:
http://www (dot) fanfiction (dot) net/u/2130969/Poppin_Cherries
Go now!!! ...or right after you finish this chapter :D
_______________
Sookie POV
The next month flew by. With Ms. Ravenscroft's help, I transferred to her class, officially citing a "schedule conflict." Although I missed seeing Eric in his class every day, I could still see the potential benefits of our new arrangement were we ever caught.
(But ugh, I hated even to think of it like that. We were two consenting adults, so it didn't seem to me like there was anything wrong to "get caught" doing.)
Naturally, there was no more fooling around at the school, and although I was worried that the separation might have dimmed our ardor for each other (or at least his for me), this turned out to be a baseless concern. If anything, it only intensified our mutual desire.
Eric and I also had a standing date night every Friday. Sometimes we stayed in and watched a movie, other times we went out of town for dinner or dancing. I finally convinced him to take me to Outlaws, the honky-tonk in Shreveport. (Hey, he already had the hat and boots). I was pleasantly surprised by his natural sense of rhythm and graceful movements; he picked up the two-step in about the requisite three steps. By the end of the night, he had legions of urban cowgirls with bleached, teased hair and too-tight Daisy Dukes following him, making me rethink my choice of location for our date.
But in true Eric form, he was totally indifferent to their advances. Whenever we took a break from dancing, he kept his arm around me, either on my shoulders or at the small of my back. And despite this, women continued to approach him and asked him to dance. He gently but firmly refused them as I watched, eyebrows raised, torn between amusement and a sort of incredulous anger (at them, of course, not him).
When we got home that night, I reminded him that while I was his, he was also mine.
We had thrown ourselves on the bed, both of us completely naked after ripping, peeling, and dropping our clothes on the floor during our messy journey there.
After a short struggle for dominance, I managed to end up on top, straddling him tightly with my thighs and pressing down on his broad shoulders with my hands. Obviously, I was nowhere near as strong as Eric and he had to allow me to win, but it was still a fun and thrilling way to gauge the mood for the evening.
His eyes darkened as I began to lower myself onto him. One of my hands moved to his chest and my fingers pinched his nipple. My nails scraped his chest lightly and he moaned and shuddered beneath me.
My hair cascaded in front of my face as I lowered my lips to bite the other nipple playfully. He groaned and, pushing my hair to the side, he brought my lips to his.
Suddenly he flipped me onto my back and, pulling my legs around his waist, plunged into me with his long, thick cock. I gasped and fisted the crumpled sheets beneath me. No matter how many times we were together, that first sensation was always so intense.
I expected him to pull out and thrust back in, but he surprised me by pressing himself closer against me. Oh God, he was just...so...BIG...ugghhhh...GOD, why weren't we moving? I ground against him as much as I could, desperately seeking friction, and my hands moved to clutch his shoulders. I raked my nails none-too-gently down his back, silently pleading for him to continue his pillaging of me, but he murmured, "Just a sec..."
He was twisted towards the nightstand and I heard him rummaging for something in there.
Finally he pulled out something that clinked and glimmered in the faint moonlight of the otherwise dark bedroom.
Handcuffs.
Oh.
OH.
I looked up at him and bit my lower lip nervously, but the most gloriously wicked images were running through my mind.
They dangled from his finger as he considered me seriously.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes." I answered without hesitation, almost even before he had finished his question.
He rolled us so that I was on top again. And he offered me the handcuffs.
I sat up and clicked one cuff open, fascinated with how the cold metal felt on my hot skin. But as I moved to close it around my wrist, Eric gently pulled it away from me.
I was confused until he clicked it around his own wrist. My eyes widened and I gaped at him for a second.
He smirked back at me.
"We don't have to play this way; I would be more than happy to be the one doing the work..." his voice trailed off as I eagerly raised myself up off his cock and inched up his torso with my legs still on either side of him. I slid the other cuff through one of the middle bedposts and opened it. He voluntarily raised his other hand and I closed the cuff around his wrist.
I inched back to my original place and slowly descended onto his cock with no small measure of satisfaction.
What a wonderful sight it was to behold.
My large, muscular, and normally very capable (nay, skilled) Norseman, rendered essentially helpless and at my mercy; both hands locked up above his head.
Eric, who had been enthusiastic up until this point, began to regard me a little suspiciously. Too late, I thought giddily. I nearly giggled, being so inundated with a sudden rush of lust and power, but I suppressed it just in time.
I lifted myself off of him again and ignored my pesky instinct, which was to impale myself back onto his hardness and ride him into sweet oblivion. Without looking at him or giving him any sign of reassurance, I climbed off of the bed and sashayed out of the room. I heard him clear his throat and, still not looking at him, I raised my index finger to indicate I'd be right back.
Thinking quickly, I grabbed some things from the kitchen and headed back.
His eyes were still on the doorway as I entered the room.
I considered him scientifically for a moment, as if deciding where to start. Giving him a wide grin, I reached for an ice cube out of my baggie, which I dropped on the floor before climbing back onto the bed.
I straddled one of his legs and he groaned, feeling my wet heat rubbing against him. I took his huge cock into my hand and, hard as stone, it strained against my palm. I stared directly into his eyes while I licked the tip of the ice cube. Beginning at his belly button, I trailed the ice down his body and pressed it lightly against his cock. His hips thrust upward uncontrollably at the almost unbearably cold sensation, and he let out a strangled moan.
I continued to trail the ice down the underside of his thick staff, and his hips bucked up and down again but he didn't speak. He only made barely suppressed and intermittent groans.
So I kept rubbing the ice in small circles against his velvety smooth skin, until finally his eyes, dark and drowning in desire met mine and he begged hoarsely, "Oh God, Sookie, please."
I threw the ice to the ground and my hot, wet mouth descended on his cock. I heard the handcuffs rattle as Eric instinctively tried to move his hands to grab me, and he breathed, "Yessss, oh God, ugh, yesss..."
My mouth sucked and my hand stroked him as Eric jerked against me. I felt him tensing but before he could find his release, I removed myself completely. He whimpered, actually whimpered, and his head fell back against the pillow. He was sweating and panting and I felt a perverse sense of pride that I, a little Southern gal, could bring my Swedish sex god to his knees, or his back, as the case may be.
"Undo the cuffs," he said flatly, still trying to regulate his breathing.
I laughed. "But baby, this was just getting good..."
He lifted his head and directed at me the most chillingly commanding look I'd ever seen. It basically said, "Sookie Stackhouse, you've been a very bad girl and you need to be punished. The only thing you can do now is help me determine the severity of that punishment."
I bit my lower lip and shook my head petulantly.
"No." My response to his unspoken threat hung in the air for a moment.
His dark look was transformed into something truly evil (and deliciously seductive) as he smiled wickedly. I climbed off the bed and slowly backed away as Eric smoothly manipulated the handcuffs open.
My eyes widened.
Oh shit.
"Um, so you could have undone those at any time, huh?" I squeaked out.
He growled and advanced towards me.
I inched towards the door and then broke into a run. Eric chased after me and I laughed as he stubbed his toe on the corner table and let a curse fly in his native tongue.
"That's right, laugh now, while you still have the chance," he called after me in a mock-threatening voice. Oooh, that sounded promising, I thought gleefully.
I made it as far as the living room before he caught up to me. I put up a feeble excuse for a fight before allowing him to throw me in a fireman's carry over his shoulder as he stomped back to the bedroom. I struggled half-heartedly in that upside down position, pretending to fight him while really angling for a better look at his fan-fucking-tastic backside. I got a swift smack on the ass for my trouble.
"How dare you, sir," I said, trembling from an odd mix of lust and laughter.
He threw me onto the bed and quicker than a flash, I was in the handcuffs which were interlocked against the bedpost.
Okay, no problem, all I had to do was figure out how to get out of them. He just did it, so it couldn't be too hard...
His dark eyes followed my movement and I was reminded of a jungle cat observing its prey before pouncing and devouring it.
"I picked the lock with a hairpin. Which you don't have," he said gruffly, confirming my fears...and anticipations.
I gulped and finally stopped struggling.
"You'll never get away with this, you- you- cad!" I threatened melodramatically.
He smirked and reached for the ice.
"That's what I'm counting on."
What occurred next was both exquisitely torturous and insanely pleasurable. He rubbed ice on all of the sensitive parts of my body, beginning with my lips, then my nipples, then trailed it down my stomach, as his lips followed and kissed and sucked my tenderly chilled skin.
I mindlessly thrust up at his body, any part that I could come into contact with, but he ignored me. I was wetter than I'd ever been in my entire existence. I needed him inside of me, but when I managed to request this semi-coherently, he still ignored me.
Finally, when I thought I really couldn't take it any longer, he moved down to my drenched pussy. He slipped the ice cube in and I writhed against it and one fantastically long finger. He added another finger and I humped uncontrollably against them, recklessly seeking my release, before he removed both of them.
I moaned in frustration, unconsciously yanking against the cuffs as I tried to move my hands to force him to touch me.
He watched me struggle for a moment, but he didn't seem amused like I had expected.
Finally, in a low, authoritative rumble, he spoke.
"Relax, Sookie, relax. Listen to me, trust me, yield to me, and I'll give you whatever you want."
His words permeated my lust-filled brain and I slumped back against my pillow.
"Mmmm, Eric, please, mmm, need you..." I begged him incoherently.
He seemed pleased by my response and he lowered his head. His warm tongue licked up both sides of my slit before it mercifully delved into me. The coolness of the ice mixed with the heat of his mouth and drove me absolutely wild. I bucked uncontrollably against him. He held my hips down as his tongue continued to plunge in and out me, and when his fingers moved to rub circles on my swollen nub, the pressure inside of me exploded and I came, keening and wailing loudly. My hands wrenched ineffectually against the handcuffs.
I thought he would stop, but he kept at it and before long, I was cresting on the wave of another powerful orgasm. When I came back down, I was panting heavily and feeling like a sweaty, boneless mass. He moved up my body to kiss me and I responded eagerly, still wanting him, always wanting him.
I could taste myself on his lips and it spurred me to action. I clanked the handcuffs against the post repeatedly, indicating that I wanted to be released.
Without breaking our kiss, he unlocked them. They fell behind the headboard and I was free to wrap my arms around him. I could feel his hardness pressing against my leg. I had just come twice, but already I was desperate for him again. It was almost pathetic, really, but Eric seemed to think otherwise as I wriggled against him purposefully.
His body covered mine and in one smooth stroke he entered me. I overcame the initial shock and we quickly fell into a rhythm as our hips slammed against each other.
Always before he had been the talker, but tonight was different.
"Er...ric...so...UGH...good...so...UGH...big...yes, yes, yes!!!!" I cried out in time to our thrusts.
He paused long enough to move my legs from his waist to his shoulders and I moaned unintelligibly as I felt the deeper angle of penetration.
We fucked for an eternity before he slid his long fingers between us and rubbed my clit. My hands had a death grip on the sheets and I screamed his name as I came, while my body jerked and whipped around like an electric livewire.
He roared my name as he buried himself inside of me and found his heated release. We humped weakly and erratically at each other for a moment afterwards, until Eric's arms gave out and he collapsed on top of me. My legs slid off of his shoulders and back against the bed. My heart was pounding wildly but, in contrast, my limbs felt gelatinous and immovable.
I felt him soften and pull out of me before he fell back onto his own pillow.
Happy and full and sated, I rolled towards him and slung my leg over one of his. "Mmmm, love you," I murmured. He kissed the top of my head, and I promptly fell asleep, not caring that we were both sweaty and messy and tangled up in each other.
____________
I had invited Eric to my house for Thanksgiving after relating his situation to Gran and appealing to her innate Southern hospitality. (It was so easy that I felt mighty guilty afterwards. "Your teacher's all alone here while the rest of his family's in Sweden? Well, honey, of course you need to invite him over!")
In Bon Temps, it wasn't unusual to invite a lot of members of the community to Thanksgiving dinner; in fact, so many people were together on the holiday that I would say there were probably only about twenty dinners or so in the entire town. Many churches also held their own potluck suppers, but Gran's tradition was a Thanksgiving meal at her house.
However, Eric's response to my invitation hadn't been what I'd hoped or expected. He politely declined, and when I pressed him for an explanation (because I really did want him to meet Gran), he only mentioned something about having to go out of town. Lately he had been distracted and a little distant, but I hadn't pushed him to open up about it. I figured that he would in his own time.
I was a little worried, though, when he finally told me where he was going.
We were swinging on the bench by the pond when he abruptly said, "I have to drive to Austin next week, during the holiday."
My instincts told me to tread lightly, even though I was dying to ask if this had something to do with his ex-wife.
I settled for a simple, "Okay."
He wouldn't look me in the eye, but instead continued to gaze out at the scenery. His grip on my shoulder tightened a little.
"It's about Vivienne's alimony. And a few other legal matters from the divorce that should be cleared up pretty quickly. It's nothing to be worried about," he babbled a little.
A twinge of fear radiated through my chest.
"Right."
We didn't speak about it again until the day he left. After school ended, I went to his house to say good-bye and wish him a safe trip. It was the longest we would be apart since we'd started seeing each other.
I was sitting in the kitchen and drinking coffee while he packed a few last minute items.
He still seemed distant and distracted, so I rose and cupped his face in my hands.
"Hey, baby, come here," I said gently, and moved in to kiss him.
His large hands moved to cover mine and he removed them from his face before taking a step back.
Shocked, I hastily yanked my hands out of his grasp and bumped into the table. I tried to steady myself, but I was totally thrown by his sudden rejection.
He looked at me regretfully. "I'm sorry, Sookie, it's just that this trip and all this...this shit is really stressing me out. I promise once I get back that everything will be fine. I'm sorry," his eyes finally connected with mine and he kissed my cheek before walking out of the kitchen.
As I drove home, I tried to ignore my doubts and told myself to trust Eric. He trusted me, so I should trust him. He was always reserved like this when it came to his ex-wife; I just hoped it wouldn't drive a wedge between us like it had before.
It was difficult to feel anything other than melancholy while he was gone. I went through the motions of the holiday and even worked half-heartedly on some college applications, but always, always, Eric was at the forefront of my mind.
I knew he was getting back into town on Sunday night, but I resisted the clingy impulse to drive over and surprise him. He'd probably had a long trip; it would be better to wait until later in the week when we could spend more quality time together.
Finally, I saw him the following Monday at school as I walked toward Ms. Ravenscroft's class.
I was shocked by his appearance.
His clothes were wrinkled, he had a few days worth of stubble on his chin, and there were dark circles under his unusually dull eyes.
He was sitting at his desk and hadn't noticed me. (Truthfully, he didn't seem to be noticing much of anything). I suppressed the impulse to approach him but decided that I was definitely going over to his house later. His appearance worried me, but I was also a little peeved that he hadn't called me, not even once, over the break. Please, God, I prayed, don't let there be a problem with their divorce.
Around seven o'clock, I screwed my courage to the sticking place and drove to Eric's house.
As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed an unfamiliar car parked there, which made me hesitate briefly. But surely, it couldn't be...
Taking a few deep breaths, I calmed myself before walking up to the front door. Although normally I would have let myself in, I knocked this time. My curiosity was burning me alive and at that point, I couldn't decide what to hope for or think.
My heart collapsed as the door swung open and I saw Vivienne standing there. She was wearing a blousy dress with a basketball tucked underneath.
And in the next moment it took every ounce of strength I had to keep my legs from collapsing underneath me.
Sookie, you idiot, I thought wretchedly.
She's pregnant.
____________________
Coming up: an Eric POV...what the HELL is going on??? It's not what you think...or maybe it's exactly what you think :(
AND: Don't forget to check out those awesome contests!!!!