A/N: Hello my darlings. I have missed you and this story so much. The last seven days have been filled with nothing but RL bullshit, which mostly translates to 12 hour workdays with no day off. So, yeah, that happened. It took me forever to get this chappy together since I only had enough energy for a wee bit each night. THEN, more smut wanted to happen. I fought with It, tried to beat It with a stick, but It just wouldn't listen or stay away. And, let's face it, it's not like they could just wake up, sit at the breakfast table, while they read their newspapers and sipped coffee before heading off to the office, right?. So, I quadruple promise, plot advancement is ahead. I'm as excited as a monkey at a banana buffet. As always, I love your reviews-they crack my ass up, especially when I'm at work in a foul mood and I hear someone needed a cigarette after, or a towel down. Goal accomplished.
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Ch 19
Waking the next morning, late afternoon technically, by the look of the clock, was an odd experience. I had never woken up next to anyone other than my girl cousins. My first urge was to snuggle with him, hoping it would wake him up. But spooning up against him, it dawned on me he really was dead for the day. After laying there for a bit, letting the fog of sleep wear off, I gave my handsome Viking a quick kiss, vowing to be back at sunset. Padding down the stairs my stomach gracefully reminded me I was off my normal eating pattern by growling voraciously.
After heating a skilfully prepared omelet with home fries, I inhaled it and gave mental thanks to the thoughtful smart ass upstairs for thinking of minor things like me needing breakfast. Grabbing my phone, I listened to a voicemail from Claudine, hoping I was fine and telling me to call or text as soon as I could. Calling her back, I got her voicemail so assured her I was fine and stayed the night with Eric and that I would be home later. Afterward, I sat back and tried to absorb everything that happened last night and everything I'd learned. I had conquered a vampire. Sex was mind-blowingly awesome. Correction, sex with Eric. I believed him when he said we were good together. There was a chemistry between us I had never even felt a fraction of with another person. And it had to explain why I felt the need to toss out any sense of self-preservation when I was with him. Even when I was in, what most would consider pretty imminent danger, I charged head on. But only with Eric. I didn't fear him. Common sense and my training told me I was supposed to.
Was there something wrong with me? Or was it something about us together? And there was no one I knew of to ask about similar experiences. When my magic smell sent him into his primal fairy munching craze, he was able to shake his instinct to drain me. Or fend it off temporarily. When I saw his fangs, instead of fear them, like I should, I wanted them. Everything about us was the opposite of what I thought it would be.
My mind wandered to the odd circumstances of how we came to meet. I dearly loved my kin, but I had seen how my great-grandfather dealt with other species. He could be quite conniving and very self-motivated, well Fae-motivated, to be fair. While I knew he wouldn't want to directly hurt me, it would not surprise me if he did utilize me somehow for Fae purposes. Of course, in his mind, he would justify it. I immediately felt like an ass for thinking like that, knowing he and the others were under constant threat right now, from Breandan's people. While I was here, sexing up Eric. So frustrating! Why wouldn't The Council intervene? The Council-what was their part in this? And did I believe Claudine's admission of hearing from the Ancient Pythoness that I was "destined for more"?
Gah! I didn't like the feeling that others know more about my life than I do. After thinking of a few more things I had no answers for, I gave up. Okay, things I can help: Eric getting his brother back. Was Breandan seriously that dumb? Or was he just blinded by his insanity to kill Niall and any halflings that were left and close off all the portals? Although, he actually pulled it off thus far, so he must not be that dumb or crazy. He disappeared in that way only fairies can, with Alberik, and Eric couldn't find him. It was a true weakness, since vampire couldn't enter that realm. Or could they? Hmm...that was a thought. I had been told that over the years, but I had also been told a lot of things about them that had been proven wrong lately. While it was day there, the majority of the time, there were periods of night as well, though brief. We didn't need much sleep, I had assumed that was why. Niall said, we needed a few hours of dark, if only to appreciate the beauty of the stars. Could a vampire enter our realm during that time? What if that was just a myth to deter them, after all, what vampire in his right mind would want to test the theory and be burned up immediately? Assuming they found a way in.
Okay, this was going to require some thinking and Eric's input. But before that ball got rolling, I had to get message to my great-grandfather that we needed to talk to him soon. I trusted Claudine to tell him, but the fairy sense of urgency was not always...urgent enough. What to do? Now I had a wild hair and I really wanted to just pop to the palace, talk to him and pop back here. But I needed a cousin to help me go such a long distance. My teleporting abilities weren't strong enough. And Claudine had just told me they were to keep me here at all cost. Wait! The portal! There was a portal into the realm near the house in Bon Temps! It was how my grandfather came upon my grandmother, Adele. And he had told me, if I ever needed it, when I was visiting with her, to find it and it would allow me entry. I was pacing now. If I could get there from here...I could go from here to a spot a few miles away, and repeat that, going only as far as my ability took me, until I got to Bon Temps. There were warning flags going off in my head. I shouldn't do that. The route there was unfamiliar. And my clothing options were the robe I was currently wearing or my dress and heels from last night.
Argh! My helplessness was driving me nuts. I had to do something with my frustrated energy. Giving a quick glance to the clock-wow, it was already 5 in the evening, but still a few hours before Eric was up. I decided to pop outside. I fell asleep before he could give me any codes or instructions for the shutters, so maybe it was assumed I was to stay inside. Psht! Anyway!
Last night I had observed it was a very secluded area, but I did a mental perimeter scan to be sure. Nothing, so I popped out. The sun was low in the sky, but it was still warm enough to be gorgeous. The deck was long and lead straight out to the water. There were some lounge chairs at the edge, though I wasn't sure why. I corrected myself; though he may not bask in the sun, maybe Eric came out here to look at the night sky. Looking back at the house, I noticed a little nook around the side that I had not noticed before. As I approached I smelled chlorine. Hmm. The deck wrapped around the cabin and the partial overhang of trees gave the area a cozy sense of seclusion. Son of a B! It was a hot tub. I flipped the cover back-it was squeaky clean. And it was on. Had he had it ready for us, but then with all of last nights shenanigans, forgotten all about it? Oh, I was so going in. I looked around still a little nervous about someone being out here-nothing but river and trees. Slipping off the robe and setting it on one of the loungers, I stepped into the hot water.
Cripes this was delicious. Part of me felt bad, like I should have saved this moment for Eric. Oh well, last night had been rough and I deserved a good hot soak. If he was really upset, I'd make it up to him. I lay there, letting the warmth and bubbles wash over my muscles that I hadn't realized were a little sore till just now. I allowed my mind to run rampant for a bit, still churning over the thoughts that had preoccupied me a few minutes ago. I wondered if Eric would be on board with me going to the portal. It was only to help him and Alberik, so I thought he might. I was a little worried that, if there truly was immediate trouble at the palace, I would not leave. I couldn't. Surely he would understand that. My mind drifted a bit as the numbing effects of the water completely relaxed me. I shifted my thoughts to last night. Closing my eyes, I replayed every sexy scene in my mind. I could still feel his lips on my skin, his hands running up my thighs, his teeth on my skin.
Gah! Why was I so addicted to him? And his fucking fangs! Rather than get all hot and bothered, I forced myself to take several relaxing, deep breaths. It worked. I was still thinking of all the naughty things he did to me, but I was in an almost meditative state. He hovered above me, kissing and nipping my neck. He moved downward to my breasts and repeated his assault with his lips, tongue and teeth. I was tingling all over. He forged a path down my body to my thighs. Nuzzling into my thigh, he looked up at me, "Watch me, Sookie." as he slowly sunk his fangs in to my femoral artery. I awoke with a start. Crap! The last piece of the sun's orb was just on the horizon and there was still some light in the sky. So much for my plan to drape myself over him when he awoke. Shitfuckshit. I jumped out of the water, threw my robe on and popped back into the house.
I ended up in the middle of the living room. I must have surprised Eric who, looking around, fairly worried at my absence. At the loud "pop" of my arrival, he briefly went into a defensive stance, then dropped it once he realized it was me. Then his demeanor shifted a third time. To hunger. He had that fairy-crazed hunger look that I had so recently seen. Seriously? Fucking balls, this hot mess. Round two. Me and my yummy magic smell. If I would have had time, I would have laughed at just how ridiculous this was. His hands made claws and he gritted out, "Sookie" between huge fangs that had just snapped down.
I took a step back, "Eric. I will go upstairs to shower and you will go outside, until the smell dissipates and your head clears." His nostrils flared, the blue of his iris was completely black, he took a step forward. "Eric, snap out of it! Do we need another repeat of last night?!" I yelled in frustration. I felt a breeze. He was gone and I heard the door shut. I ran up the stairs as fast as my legs would carry me. I stuffed the robe into the deepest recesses of the closet and bolted into the shower. It was cold, since I didn't wait for the warm-up of water, though it heated up very quickly. I kept my mental eye on his position, in case cooling off didn't work. He was flying back and forth over the area, like aerial pacing, I gave a laugh. He did seem a little more in control this time. He never "checked out" on me like he had last night. He was in pounce mode, but he removed himself before could. Maybe it worked like an inoculation-the more he was around it, the more he could handle it. One could only hope.
I roughly washed my hair and skin, wanting to scrub the magic smell off of me, when I sensed his blip. Very close. As in, in the house. I quickly rinsed and flung the door of the shower open, preparing to grab a towel so I could at least have that tiny scrap of cover if I had to pop the eff out of there. The door opened and we both froze, eyeing each other. He spoke first "Stay. I am...okay. I think." He ran his eyes over my nakedness, clenched his fists at his side and swallowed. He was trembling.
"You think? If you aren't sure, why did you come back so quickly?" I made a reach for the towel, very slowly leaning over, keeping a wary eye on him for any sudden movement. He zipped over and grabbed it away before I could lay hands on it. His eyes raked up my naked body, he took a deep sniff of the air, "I am able to fight through it. Rather, I want to." I stepped back a little, guarding, trying to judge how tightly a reign he had on himself. "I think I am becoming accustomed to your...scent" The last word said very tightly.
"Okaaayyy...Now what?"
"I want to prove to you and myself I can best my baser instincts. May I dry you?"
I quickly tried to weigh whether or not that was wise. I was torn. First and foremost was my sense of survival. I took a deep breath. Secondly was my intense lust for him. I exhaled slowly. He was nude, a fact I had not allowed myself to notice until now. And he was fully erect and in all his delicious glory-muscles flexed, his hair mussed in the sexiest of ways. I took another deep breath of air. And he was making my body flush with the look in his eyes. I let the air out and stepped all the way from the tub. I held my hand up, halting him, still deciding. Third was my sense of curiosity. Was he really becoming used to it? Or was it only because he left and flew around and I showered? I sized him up; pupils dilated but not crazed, fangs down, but not huge and threatening like moments before, jaw and muscles tense but not poised for attack. Like a moth to a flame, I took one step closer, but he stayed still, awaiting permission. I nodded and he came closer. He took another whiff of the air around us and his eyes rolled back a bit but he maintained.
"You still okay?" Those ocean blue eyes burned into me so hot I felt them warm my skin and he nodded, again raking up and down my body with his gaze.
"Do not mistake my extreme desire for you right now Sookie. I have myself under control. This is not a magic fairy scent-induced attack. This is all me." Whether it was his words or my wet nakedness, I shivered and he closed the gap completely, wrapping me in the towel, and burying his face in my neck. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him like a vice. He groaned into me, his hands everywhere. He walked us to the bed and lay me down gently, trying to untangle himself from my legs but I yanked him down on top of me. I wanted to feel his weight on me. I needed it, that primal feeling to be engulfed by him, to feel the full weight of him on me. I heard and felt him growl and it shot right to my core. Tangling my hands in his hair, I pulled his head back to look at him and he grunted his pleasure. That one little grunt was my undoing. I was gone. I had checked out and been replaced with some cavewoman who was going to fuck and devour her mate. I kept my hands in his hair, exposing his neck, biting and suckling at it relentlessly. The low growl coming from him only egged me on even more. He returned the hair pulling, I tugged him into my neck.
In a low, gruff voice, "Fuck, yesss, Eric, bite me!"
"Not yet." It was my turn to growl and I bit at his neck again, trying to goad him into biting me.
His voice was strained, "My greedy little fairy, you are playing with fire!" I flipped us and sat astride him. I scratched my nails down his chest. I licked and bit a trail from his nipples up to his neck.
I bit his earlobe and hissed, "I like fire." He gripped my arms, trying to let me have my moment on top. I nipped at his lips, sucking his bottom one. I drove my tongue into his mouth. I licked at his fangs, then punctured my tongue on one. He moaned and immediately latched on to it. Victory. When his suction let up, I repunctured myself again, harder this time. I slid my hands down his stomach to grab a hold of his length and felt him shudder. Now it was time for me to play. I broke our kiss and nipped my way down to where my hand held him hostage, squeezing and sliding my hand up and down his thick shaft. Whereas last night I was placing shy little kisses, I was all business tonight. I teased his head with my tongue for a few seconds then, with no further notice, I swallowed him as far as I could. His hips shot up and a string of very sexy Norse words came from him, which only spurred me on. He held my head lightly, applying no pressure as I repeated this process several times, each time trying to take him that much further into my throat. I felt his head swell in the back of my throat. What I couldn't fit into my mouth, I squeezed and pumped with my hand, sliding my free hand under his balls to lightly massage. "Gods, Sookie!"
He pulled me up to him, gave me a hard kiss, then turned me so my face was right above his yummy cock and my hootch was right above his face, in the 69 position, as I had heard Claude call it.. I gasped both at him tossing me around unexpectedly but also at how vulnerable and shy I felt in this new position. I covered my embarrassment by doing the only thing I could think of-I immediately latched on and marveled at how well that angle allowed almost all of his length into my mouth and throat. He growled for the millionth time and buried his face in my folds, which made me cry out my pleasure with my mouth full. Oh my fuck. This was so raw and new- I felt pretty close to sensory overload. I was trying to devour him whole while he was latched on to me, running his tongue over my nub and through my folds and then delving it deep inside of me. I was whimpering, barely able to catch my breath, but refused to stop pleasuring him just so I could have my minute. Despite my efforts to keep up, I had to stop once he slid a finger inside and rubbed that spot inside that I never knew existed before last night. My mouth fell open, I rested my head onto his thigh and I arched my hips back onto his finger.
He seized upon my pause and had me flipped onto my back, sitting semi-upright against the pillows, so I had the best possible view in half a heartbeat. Before I could barely wrap my brain around my new position, he slid a second finger into me, teasing the spot again, and latched onto my clit. Grabbing his hair to hold him to me, he repeated all his actions in a perfectly-timed rhythm, making sure I watched him, until I was teetering on the edge of climax, then stopped. I was panting, trembling, so close. He ran his tongue over to my thigh, traced a feather light path around my clit with his fingers, then paused. For a few seconds that felt like an eternity. I held my breath and bit back a whine, begging him to finish. He looked at me with the most sexy, fuck me eyes I had ever and would ever see again. Just then he slid two fingers deep inside of me, pulsing in and out at vampire speed to rub my inside spot, while stroking my nub with his thumb. Then bit down into my femoral. I came unglued. I bucked my hips, screaming out his name, I saw stars. He immediately came up between my legs and slid into me as I was still riding the waves of my orgasm. I felt my magic come into me without me even summoning it. My skin lit up and my hands were giving off tiny sparks of light. Eric looked at me in shock and got his fairy crazed look that should have been a red flag, but I did not care in that moment. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his skin absorb the sparks, which seemed to ignite him further. He began to slam himself into me, gripping my hips hard and moving me so fast I could barely make out the movements, and I heard someone screaming like a banshee. Later, I realized it was me. It felt like there were sparklers in my blood and my head filled with a light I usually only felt when I was gathering my magic to me. I was pulling at his hair and biting every piece of skin I could come in contact with. When he came, he exploded into me and he bit into my neck, and I bit down on the spot between his neck and his shoulder. I got blood this time so latched on and lapped it up, as I felt him do the same. He didn't take much, but I felt every delicious pull enhanced by his groans and grunts into me, making small hip thrusts while he rode out the last of his climax.
We were locked together, licking each others wounds, making no other attempts to move. After several minutes of silence, other than my ridiculously loud breathing, he pulled back to look at me. His strange expression, a mix of awe, concern and bliss made me giggle. He gave me a lopsided smile in return.
"Are you alright? I didn't hurt you?"
I shook my head and giggled again. "No, I'm fine. Very, very, deliciously fine." I leaned my head onto his chest. His chuckle was a low vibrating rumble. "Did you sense that? It felt like I was summoning my magic but I wasn't."
"I felt your magic inside of me. At first, I smelled that intoxicating fairy smell and thought I might revert back to my instincts and harm you. Then, when you touched me it was like you passed it into me; I felt it in my blood and it felt like my heart was beating." He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I have never experienced anything like it. You amaze me." He was looking at me in such wonder, I wasn't too sure how to handle it.
"Yeah, well..." I examined at my nails then pretended to buff them on my imaginary shirt "...you weren't too bad yourself." He laughed one of his big belly laughs, making it impossible not to giggle along with him.
I heard the ring of his cell phone downstairs, playing "Monster" by Lady Gaga and I looked at him with my eyebrows in my hairline.
"Pam's ringtone. She's up and wondering how soon we'll be there." He sighed.
I couldn't contain more laughter. "Who picked that song?!"
"She did. Said it was about me and every time she hears it, she thinks of me. It's our song-her words, not mine." We laughed a bit more at her expense then reluctantly untangled ourselves.
"Back to reality."
"Sookie, anytime you want to come here, merely say the word. Or any of my homes. We will have to try them all out and then you can decide which you prefer for our date nights." He leered at me while he slid on some jeans.
"Mmm...that's tempting." I ran my fingers through his chest hair. "Hey!" I looked at him through slanted eyes, "You assume I'm always going to put out on our dates? I don't think so, Mister!" I pretended to be offended and crossed my arms in a huff, but was also testing him to see what his intentions were from here on out.
"Is that a challenge?" He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to him.
I got a little more serious, but still kept my tone light. "No, it wasn't actually."
He brushed my cheek with his hand, "Sookie, I don't care if all we do is watch movies and braid each other's hair, like Pam said. I enjoy your company. More than I have of anyone in a very long time." He looked like he wanted to say more, but stopped. I wasn't sure why, but I got a little lump in my throat at his words.
"Good. I feel the same." We stood there for a minute, in comfortable silence, holding each other loosely about the waist.
"Shall we go?"
"Yes. I have a lot of questions and things we need to talk about. I wouldn't mind getting your opinion. Pam's too."
"Perfect. I agree, we need to talk about our blood exchange, but I'll save it for later. Will you be going naked?" He asked, hopeful.
"Ha! Wouldn't you like that!"
"Yes. I would." He said in a complete deadpan.
I just shook my head, but smiled like a fool, and hurriedly got dressed. I threw on the same outfit from last night and contemplated, then dismissed if this counted as "The Walk of Shame."