A/N: Here it is… you have waited so patiently for this moment. Are you glad it's finally here? I know I am.

Just wanted to let you know that this story has only one chapter remaining. I will write a sequel but I have several other ideas and I would like to at least start a few of them before writing the second part to this fic. Are you sad? Please don't be. I promise to start the sequel as soon as I get a few chapters in to my next story.

Please forgive any mistakes for they are all my own.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

SPOV

I was finally ready. I knew it and I couldn't wait any longer. Seeing Eric floundering so; was more than exhilarating. I felt empowered. Usually I was the one that had issues controlling my emotions and keeping myself in check around him, but to see the roles reversed, I was giddy.

I watched him throughout the evening and was proud that I was able to keep my hands off of him until we were safe in the confines of the elevator. But of course Eric would decide to grow a conscience on the same night I decided the time was right. It was just my luck. So I decided to use this unknown power I had over him to my advantage.

I couldn't think of any reasons not to. Eric was the one. The one. The only one I would ever want and the only one I could ever see myself loving. I couldn't remember why I had any doubts. It was time and Eric was perfect and mine. I wanted to show him how much I loved him and I wanted to be connected to him in every way possible. I wanted him to make me his in every way and in return, I him.

"Eric." I sang, still blessed out from the mind blowing orgasm, but I didn't get a response.

He was dazed and tracing invisible patterns around my naval. His eyes were unfocused and staring almost through me. I waved a hand in front of his face and he flinched but otherwise said nothing.

"Eric." I said again, getting worried. Nothing. "Eric!" I shouted.

A slow smile crept across his face and he kissed my chin and both of my cheeks.

"Where did you go?" I asked and he hummed as if lost in thought. "Eric!" I sighed exasperated.

"Marry me." He whispered and I stared.

My heart stopped. Really stopped. For what felt like minutes, I waited for it to start again as I digested his words. When my heart began beating again, it soared like a rocket, thundering in my chest. My ears were ringing, in disbelief, no doubt.

"Wha..?" I croaked.

"Marry me." Eric exclaimed and hovered over me with nothing but pure excitement radiating from his beautiful eyes. I gaped at him dumbfounded, my mind an utter blank.

I couldn't think of anything that would have brought this on. I couldn't think of anything to say. It was as if, with those two words, he had erased my vocabulary and I was rendered mute.

"Marry me, Sookie Stackhouse." It wasn't a question.

"What? Why? Huh?" I stuttered, still confused. A few hours ago he wasn't sure if he loved me and now he wanted to marry me. This was not the way it was supposed to go. Where was the big romantic gesture, the elaborate proposal, the months of courting and getting to know one another?

"God, I know this is not the ideal way to do this," Eric ran his fingers through his hair before continuing, "but I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up to you everyday. I want to make you happy. I can't even think about the rest of my life if you are not with me." He brushed my cheek and I leaned into him instinctively, easily. "Please, make my life worth living and be my wife?"

I tried to think of a reason not to say yes, but I couldn't. There was none. No reason for me not to marry him. It may not have been the story book proposal that my imagination had conjured up and fantasized about since childhood, but it was pretty freaking perfect. To me it was, at least. I wanted him and I wanted him forever.

I nodded and sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and began chewing at it both in excitement and nervousness. I was still unable to form a sentence, so I just continued to nod furiously as I fought the ecstatic grin that threatened to overtake my face.

"Really?" Eric nearly squeaked and I giggled like a pre-teen and bobbed my head up and down excitedly. "I'm sorry I don't have a ring or anything, but being here with you, I just knew and once I knew, I just asked."

His lips met mine for the briefest of instances, but long enough to leave me breathless, before he pulled back and started speaking again. His words were a mumbled incoherent mess, but he sounded as excited and confused as I felt, even if I couldn't understand a word of what he was saying. I could only catch words every now and again, so I quickly put a stop to it and wiggled beneath him, effectively reminding him that we were both indeed naked.

A low growl rumbled in his chest and I ran my fingers over the rippled muscles of his stomach as I spoke. "We are far from finished, or did you forget what we were doing?" I purred and looked at him through my lashes, thusly ending all conversation.

Eric kissed me gently at first, but I quickly deepened the kiss by fisting my hand in his beautiful hair and arching my body into his. Although he had already given me an orgasm, I was still all kinds of hot and bothered; and the previous conversation seemed to feed my urge to consummate my relationship with him. I needed him in me, on me, every where around me. I needed to be so close to him, you couldn't tell where I ended or he started.

His hands traced my every curve before slipping into me once again, as if to make sure I was ready. Honestly, I was so ready for him I felt as if I might spontaneously catch fire, if that were physically possible. I knew it felt for damn sure like it was a probability. I pushed my aching center against him, searching for some sort of friction and I was painfully happy when his stiffness brushed my moist folds.

We both gasped at the contact and I stiffened, suddenly nervous, beneath him. Eric whispered his love for me in my ear as he kissed his way down my jaw and I felt my body relaxing and responding again. Though I was still nervous, as hell, about the pain, I knew for sure that this was exactly what I wanted and I couldn't think of a more perfect time.

"Please Eric; I need you inside of me." I whispered against his neck.

Eric's mouth found mine again and we picked up pace, both with need and desire. I heard him fumble with the foil package and felt him shift, ever so slightly, as he slipped on the condom. I gasped again as I felt him rub the tip of his cock against my slit and lifted my hips to meet him anxiously.

Eric's eyes caught mine as he lined himself up with me and I nodded my readiness, gnawing anxiously at my bottom lip. He pushed forward and I gasped, closing my eyes reflexively.

"Look at me, Sookie." Eric commanded and I obeyed. "Focus on my eyes. Stay with me, lover." I nodded as he pushed forward once again.

I groaned, both in pain and in pleasure, as I felt him stretching me, and chanced a glance down. Fuck, he was hardly in and it hurt like a bitch. I lifted my hips to him, urging him to move.

Eric pushed a little harder that time and a broken sob escaped my throat as a few tears rolled down my cheeks. "I'm sorry, lover." Eric whispered and I shook my head and put a finger to his lips.

His eyed bore into mine as if trying to beg for forgiveness. I still wanted him, even with the pain and I didn't need him regretting the decision to do this, because I sure as hell didn't.

I raised my mouth to his and lifted my hips to meet his, wincing slightly as I felt him press into me further. He moaned against my mouth, but otherwise remained unmoving. The pain, though still present, was receding and the constant throbbing in my center was becoming more apparent. My need for friction was overpowering the pain and I wiggled beneath him, moaning my pleas into his lips.

Eric moved once again and was finally sheathed in me completely. To say I felt full would have been an understatement. I felt as if I was being stretched beyond capacity, but nothing else in the world could have made me feel more complete. He stilled again to allow time for me to adjust, only this time I didn't have to urge him to continue.

When he pulled back I gasped at the loss, until he pushed back in and I moaned in ecstasy. Eric groaned against my lips and I felt him shaking with his own pleasure. He continued moving inside of me and I soon found myself matching his rhythm with thrusts of my own.

The aching in the depths of my stomach grew to an almost painful level as we moved against each other. Our heavy warm breath and moans and sighs of pleasure filled the room as we became a tangled web of limbs atop the bed covers.

As my release became eminent, I tangled my fingers into his hair and attached my mouth to his with fervor. I moaned into his mouth with every movement of his tongue and nip of his teeth. My breathing became ragged and my movements sporadic as I felt my walls clenching around him and was nearly blinded by the flashes of white behind my eyelids.

My head fell back as a feral moan escaped my mouth and I felt him begin to swell within me.

Eric's frame shuddered slightly as I felt him begin to pulse, feeding my own orgasm as I milked him of his. Eric's head fell to my breasts as he bit and sucked at my pebbled nipples, before a throaty growl escaped his chest followed by a string of profanities falling from his delicious lips.

He moved within me gently, riding out the waves of our pleasure, before collapsing on top of me. I gasped at the shock of his weight and he slowly rolled to the side, curling me against him as we struggled to catch our breath and form coherent thoughts once again. At least I knew it was in my case.

To say my mind was blown, wouldn't even come close to the utterly blissful oblivion that I had just taken up residence in. I couldn't for the life of me remember why I had waited so long. Sure there was pain, but the pleasure… well, it was indescribable.

"That was…" Eric had found his voice first, but faded out, unable to find the right words.

"Beautiful." I finished.

Miraculous, heavenly, unbelievable, sensational, the list could go on and on.

I kissed Eric's lips gently. "I love you." I whispered and tried to head to the bathroom to get cleaned up, only to be tugged back down by Eric's hands around my hips.

"I love you." He whispered into my hair and kissed the nape of my neck before releasing me.

After we had both cleaned up and prepared for bed, I returned to the bedroom to find him leaning against the headboard. Waiting patiently for me with that gorgeous smirk on his beautiful face, he patted the bed beside him and beckoned me to him.

I lowered myself into the sheets and Eric wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly against him, curling his magnificent body around mine. I found it strange, that even with the height difference between us, it was as if our bodies were meant to fit together. Like two pieces of the same puzzle, we melded together and made each other complete.

I sighed contentedly as he nuzzled into my hair and murmured his love for me in between breaths. I pulled his hand to my mouth and kissed each of his knuckles before returning the sentiment.

Finally at peace and finally whole, our breathing became regular and deep and we drifted into unconsciousness, needing to be together even in our dreams.

A/N: I was beginning to wonder how and when this story was going to end and truthfully, I'm not ready for it to end yet. That is why I am doing the sequel. But as I was trying to sleep the other night I had this crazy idea come to me almost as if in a dream. I know that this proposal is very odd and almost unromantic, but sometimes real life is that way and it really felt right with this story. Please do not burn me for not doing the fairytale proposal; I just really fell in love with this one.

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