A/N: I know it has been forever it seems since I have updated this story, but my other story has been consuming my entire mind. I sat down and stared at the screen for 2 hours yesterday trying to get this one out, but it wouldn't let me until I finished the next chapter of Hershey's Kisses. So finally I could sit down and get something out for this one. Sorry, please forgive me.

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EPOV

Sookie and I made our way to the diner on the corner. We took a seat in the back booth. When she sat further away than I liked, I put an arm around her and pulled her against my hip. We sat elbow to elbow and stared at the menu, both of us silent.

I could tell she was feeling a bit uncomfortable about what had happened, only moments ago. So, I wrapped her hand in mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

To say I was happy would have been an understatement. I was ecstatic. Sookie is incredible. Her taste, her scent, her body, everything about her had me completely enthralled.

When the words left my mouth, that I would let her take care of me later, I knew something was wrong. Maybe not wrong, but different for sure. It wasn't about me. And I certainly didn't want to push her to do something she wasn't ready for.

Although, I knew for sure I was going to have a serious case of blue balls. I think my jeans now have a perfect indention of the shape of my cock imbedded in the fabric. I knew my turn would come, and it would be worth the wait.

"What will you have, Sookie?" I asked, turning to look at her.

"Well…" she started, scouring the menu thoroughly. "I think I'll have the club sandwich. What about you?"

"I always have the same thing." I said with a wink. I reached to put my arm around her shoulder and waved to the waitress and put in our order.

"Tuna melt?" She said, with her nose crinkled up in disgust.

"True, it looks like something straight out of Night of the Living Dead, but it's delicious." I defend, laughing at her disapproving shrug. "I'll let you try a bite."

"Oh, no you won't, mister." She said. I couldn't help but to laugh at her tinkling voice, when she is trying to be authoritative. "Anything with the word 'melt' in it, you can pretty much count me out."

She is a lot like her grandmother, full of spunk and life. I guess that is why I liked her grandmother so much from the start. I even found her little attempt to cop a feel endearing. Hey, who could deny the little lady? She has lived long enough to deserve to do whatever she wishes.

"So…" Sookie started, then shoved a mouthful of her sandwich into her tiny mouth. "About our little talk." She looked at me expectantly.

"Yes, I am all ears." I replied and turned to face her.

"I just…" she paused, seeming to search for the right words. "I don't know what we are, and I can't let this… whatever, continue without knowing."

I smiled at her knowingly. "Relax, Sookie. I do not take my commitments lightly."

"What commitment?" She started and held a hand up for me to wait. "I have about as much experience with relationships as you have with cooking." She said with a laugh. "And I have no clue how to do any of this."

I can't help but to join her laughter before I speak. "Tell me what you want, Sookie and you can have it." I almost don't believe what is coming out of my mouth, but as the words leave, I knew I meant them. "I would love nothing more than to call you mine." I said and then kissed the worried lines out of her forehead.

"You can't own a person, Eric." She said with a snicker. "Seriously, Eric I am not the kind of girl that goes around and does the kind of thing that we just did with anybody." She finished a beautiful shade of red coloring her cheeks.

"You don't want to be mine?" I asked sincerely.

"Eric, as much as I like the idea of you and me, I don't know if I expect anything from you given my previous experiences." Her face fell slightly at the end of her statement and I lifted her chin to raise her eyes to mine.

"I am not every other guy you have dated, Sookie." I said seriously.

"There are no guys plural, Eric, only one. And he…" She paused. "Well let's just say, he was not patient. I can't do this if I even remotely think that you are with anyone else." She finished.

"I want no other, Sookie. And, as I have said, I am not anybody else. I can be patient, and I will wait for you to be ready. I will not push you to do anything you don't want to do."

"No, you will just sell me off to the highest bidder." She laughed.

"Speaking of which, I think you owe me an evening out." I said with a smile. "How do you feel about Friday? Are you working?" I asked.

"I am off Friday, Lafayette is working that shift, but I won't continue this unless I know you are as much mine as I am yours." She replied seriously.

"You can't own a person, Sookie." I replied, using her words from earlier. "However, I am yours, if you are mine." I said leaning down to kiss her cheek.

She replied with a simple nod, and I felt my chest rise with pride as I pulled her even closer to my side. The fact that she was conceding to allow me to call here mine, made me extremely happy.

Now, I only needed to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do now.

SPOV

To say I was grateful for Eric not pushing me to do anything I wasn't ready for would have been an understatement. It made me like him all the more. And now that we had, to put it mildly, committed ourselves to one another, I was just as happy as a kid on Christmas morning.

"Ok, so where will we go on Friday?" I asked, implying a not-so subtle agreement to go out with him.

"That is for me to know, and you to find out on Friday." He said in that ultra-sexy, low voice of his that seemed to melt my panties into nothing. I was so out of my league with this man.

"Hmmm, what kind of trouble are you going to get me in, Mr. Smooth Talker?" I replied.

"Well, I promise not to get you in any more trouble than you want to be in." He whispered in my ear and I swear if my panties hadn't disappeared moments ago, they sure would have just then.

I knew that two could play that game. "Eric?" I said in a low voice and brought my lips to graze against his neck as I spoke my next line. "You know it's not polite to tease someone in a public place." I finished my licking the edge of his earlobe and chanced a downward glance. Sure enough it had the effect I was going for and I saw the very apparent tent in his pants.

"Hmmm, I am very well aware of how that could be perceived as annoying." His voice was but a whisper, and I knew he was ready to go. "You want to get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask." I said, and began to scoot out of the booth. Only one thing could have ruined this moment, and he was walking our direction.

"Shit." I muttered loud enough for Eric to hear me and his eyes followed mine and found their target.

"Lafayette?" Eric said. "What are you doing here?" he finished as he pulled some cash out of his wallet and set it on the table for the waitress.

"Eating." He replied simply. "But I should be asking you two the same thing. You guys mind if I join you?" Lafayette said as he took the seat next to me.

"Of course not, but we were about to head out." I said taking Eric's hand in mine.

"Ooh honey, don't let me interrupt nothin'." He responded. "Looks like you two have had a good time." I noticed as his eyes lingered in the direction of Eric's tented pants and felt the blush rise in my cheeks.

"Lafayette!" I chided him and slapped his hand bringing him out of his trance. He looked up at me and winked.

"Shit, sit back down, sister. I promise I'll be a good girl." Lafayette said placing his hands in front of his chest in prayer position.

I slumped back against the booth in defeat and released Eric's hand, letting out a deep breath. "So how did everything go last night?" I asked not wanting to be completely rude.

"Everything went fab! But I should be asking about your big night, baby. How'd you like her ensem', Boss man?" He asked shooting a wink in Eric's direction.

Eric cleared his throat before speaking. "She looked beautiful, as she always does." He replied wrapping an arm around my back protectively. Without even thinking, I sank into the little crook between his shoulder and chest, as if it were built just for me.

"She looked fuckin' edible." Lafayette chimed in as he shooed the waitress to fetch his meal.

I felt Eric's agreement rumble in his chest and squeezed his thigh. Which was meant to be a warning, but he stiffened against me and a low hiss escaped his lips.

Oops!

"Don't mind me, you two." Lafayette purred with a mischievous look in his eyes. "You won't see me turning my eyes from a voyeuristic opportunity. I can just imagine how fuckin' hot you two is together. Mmm hmm!" He finished.

"Lafayette, you know I won't stand for that dirty mouth of yours. So, if you want us to sit with you, you need to keep it shut." I commanded.

He did, thank goodness. He ate his meal and we had pleasant, clean conversation for the duration. I was kind of worried about it being a bit uncomfortable with Eric being my boss and all, but it wasn't. No one even seemed to care, except for me.

After everything was eaten and the checks were paid, Eric had insisted on paying Lafayette's too, which I thought was nice, we said our goodbye's and made our separate ways.

Eric and I walked towards the apartments in silence, just enjoying the night. I intertwined my fingers with his and swung them gently together at my side. I was happy. It had been a good day.

Eric had, not only met my Gran, but they hit it off. Not to mention the mind blowing orgasms I have had today. That definitely makes for a good day. But Eric and I had come to a mutual agreement and that made me feel a lot better about our little sexual encounters. I was genuinely happy. I could almost have whistled.

"So." I said to Eric as we walked. "I work tomorrow. Will I get to see you?" I asked trying desperately not to sound like I would be sad if I didn't, which I would be.

"I will be in tomorrow evening. I would love it if you would cook for me again." He responded and brought my hand to his mouth, leaving a hot kiss that sent shivers running through my entire body.

"Well, we'll just have to see if my schedule will allow it." I replied.

"Wait." Eric said pulling me to a stop as we reached the entrance to the apartment building. "It has been a really good day." His eyes caught mine and I could read the sincerity in them.

"Yes, it was a great day." I agreed wholeheartedly.

"I almost wish it didn't have to end." Eric said pulling our clasped hands up to rest over his heart.

"Me too." I said taking a step closer to him.

"Sookie." Eric lowered his mouth to rest on mine, waiting for me to make the first move.

I wanted to so badly I could fell it in my bones. I wanted to kiss him forever. I wanted no other lips on mine as long as I lived. Just thinking about it made me shiver with desire. I lifted my heels and closed the distance between us.

My lips found his in a gentle caress as they moved together rhythmically. His lips were a perfect fit for mine, seeming to fill in all the gaps exactly where they were supposed to. I felt as Eric's hot breath fanned across my lips and took the opportunity to let my tongue escape my mouth and seek out his. Our mouths continued the silent dance until I felt my breath become heavy and ragged and noticed I had wrapped my body around his in a manner that was not for the public eye.

I pulled back slightly, only breaking the kiss for a moment before his mouth found mine again. It felt as if nothing else in the world existed. Our lips and tongues moved against each others in a heated frenzy of passion and desire.

"Eric." I sighed against his mouth, never breaking contact. "I should go home." I said it even though I didn't mean it, because my mouth continued to assault his.

Eric brought his hand to grip the back of my head as he deepened the kiss. The low groan that rumbled in his chest seemed to reverberate throughout my entire body. His hand wrapped around my waist possessively to bring me closer to him and I felt his apparent arousal press into my stomach. My hands grasped desperately at the fabric of his jeans until they found the heat of his flesh under the hem of his shirt.

It was beginning to feel as if I would strip him of his clothing and devour him there on the sidewalk. And I probably would have had someone clearing their throat not interrupted us. We both broke apart unwillingly and breathlessly and turned to see who it was.

Fuck me!

As if just to rain on my perfect day, there he stood.

"What the hell are you doing here, Bill?" I hissed.

A/N: Dang it, another cliffy. Don't go throwin rocks at me, I am working on the next chappy, I promise.

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