A/N I know that in several review replies, I told quite a few of you that I had planned on getting this chapter up about 24 hours ago. I'm sorry it's so late. But, there's really two reasons it didn't happen. First off, I blame the writers of all the other awesome stories on here, because, every time I get a new chapter alert, I have to stop writing and read what everyone else has written. Also, as much as I LOVE the lemony scenes, I'm finding them very difficult to write. That being said...enjoy!

SPOV

I sat on the porch swing in front of Gran's house, wishing she were here to give me advice. I didn't know if I had done the right thing. I had received a phone call bright and early this morning from Pam. She apologized up and down for letting me leave Hell's Inferno yesterday. I told her it wasn't her fault, and I meant it. She told me that we had been mistaken about what had happened in Eric's office. She told me that it had been someone else in there having sex with Ginger, that Eric had been accepting a delivery in the back. And I believed her.

That's what made me decide to go to Sam and have Eric's case transferred. Realizing how hurt I was thinking about him with someone else, made me realize how badly I wanted him to be with me, and me alone. I knew then that I had fallen completely head over heels in love with him. I couldn't continue to work with him, because it just wasn't right. But, I also knew that I couldn't continue to see him every day and not touch him. I told Sam I was going to take a few days off and stay at the farm house and clear my mind.

After I had been here for about an hour, my phone chirped, showing that I had received a new text message. It was from Sam. "Eric's on his way. I'll have doc sign psych note is ok 4 him 2 be gone til Wed. Have fun!" Wow. So, my boss was more or less telling me to break all the rules, follow my heart, and keep Eric prisoner in my bed for the next 4 days. I smiled to myself, thinking about how tempting it sounded. But, I won't allow myself to get my hopes up until I know how he feels about me.

Not long afterwards, I heard a car making its way down the lane. Sure enough, I saw Sam's little Honda headed my way. As soon as he was out of the car, I asked Eric why he'd come. He said he wanted to know why I had him transferred. After a brief pause, he told me nothing happened between him and Ginger. When I told him I already knew that, he looked almost disappointed. He wanted to know why I was pushing him away. Oh, God, if only he knew. I wasn't pushing him away. I want nothing more than to pull him closer. I'm just scared to. He kept asking me what he did wrong, as if this is somehow his fault. No, it's all on me. I'm the one who fell in love with absolutely no idea how the other felt about me. If my heart gets broken here, I have no one to blame but myself. I have no choice but to put all my cards on the table.

"Sookie, please. Why?"

"Because I've fallen in love with you." I kept my eyes closed for a moment, terrified to see rejection in his. I felt his hand slowly move up my arm to cup my cheek, and he began stroking his thumb along my jaw line.

"Say it again." My eyes snapped open at this.

"I love you, Eric." The moment the words left my mouth, he hooked his hand behind my neck and pulled my face to his, crashing our lips together. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and he pulled me closer to his body. He pulled his head back just a tad, and asked if I was sure this was what I wanted. My only response was to kiss him. He stood up quickly, with me still wrapped around him, and as we continued kissing, he walked into the house and asked where my bedroom was. I pointed in the general direction, and he walked us there, and before I knew it, I was lying on my bed and he was on top of me, kissing me for all he was worth.

"Sookie, you're so beautiful." He said between kisses. "I've wanted you for so long. Almost from the first moment we met." He moved his mouth to place kisses down my jaw line and neck, moving to my collarbone. "And every damn night I had to hear you touching yourself, crying out my name, and I couldn't come to you as I wanted to, it was pure torture." Now that got my attention.

I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away from me and yelled, "WHAT?"

He chuckled slightly and said, "Darling, the air vents were connected. I could hear everything that was happening in your room."

I felt my face flush and knew I was probably turning bright pink with embarrassment. I moved my hand to cover my eyes and moaned a little.

He picked my hand up off my face, placed a kiss on my palm and said, "Sookie, please don't be embarrassed. First of all, you didn't know. Second, you have no idea what that did to me. Knowing that you wanted me to touch you. Knowing that you thought of being with me that often. I haven't been with another woman since my wife died, and, I'll admit, hearing you like that made if very difficult for me to not jump any random woman I could. But, at the same time, knowing how badly you wanted me, it's the one thing that ensured I never touched another woman. And, I don't feel bad telling you that, many a night, I got off listening to you get off, so, I guess I should be thanking you," he said with a leer and waggle of his eyebrows.

Before I had a chance to say anything else, he began kissing me again. I moved my hands down his back, wanting more skin to skin contact. I hooked my hands under his shirt, and he leaned up slightly allowing me to pull it up and over his head. I ran my hands down his perfect chest. Every time I'd seen it in the past, I'd wanted nothing more than to run my hands and tongue over every inch of it. I pulled his body back to mine and continue kissing him in a sort of frenzy. I wrapped my legs around his as best as I could, and he growled a low sound of pure pleasure. I felt his hand slowly snake up my thigh and cup my ass.

Everything was going so fast. I knew that he was what I needed, but I wanted things to slow down. I wanted to savor every moment of our first time together. I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly pushed him up and off of me. He had a sort of confused look on his face, and I smiled shyly to let him know it was okay. I stood up, and put him into a seated position on the edge of the bed. Lifting my hair in my hands, I turned my back to him, indicating the zipper on my dress. This all felt so familiar. He slowly eased the zipper down, taking pauses here and there to press light kisses along my flesh. Once the dress was completely unzipped, I dropped my hair, turned to face him, and let the dress fall into a pool at my feet. His eyes clouded over with lust as he looked at me, standing there in nothing but a lacy pair of pale yellow panties and matching bra. I took a step towards him, and felt him wrap his arms around me. I held him close to me, just savoring the moment. The feel of his skin against mine.

I wasn't sure how'd he accomplished it, but before I knew what was happening, he had my bra off and was dropping on the floor by my dress. I looked down into his eyes, and knew that nothing in my life would ever be the same again. Everything before had led me to this place, with this man. A sense of urgency flooded me, and I shoved him back onto the bed and crawled on top of him. I began fumbling with his belt and I heard him chuckle. "Hmmm, suddenly impatient are we?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to wait? Because I can go lock myself in the bathroom for a few hours if you're not up to the task."

"Only if you want the bathroom door shattered to pieces." He reversed our position, and then stood up for a moment to take off his jeans. He wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I giggled a little and said, "Laundry day, babe?" He rolled his eyes, and reached down and slipped my panties off my body. I leaned up onto my elbows, and we just stayed that way for a moment, not touching, just looking at one another's bodies for the first time.

I wasn't exactly what you'd call 'innocent,' but I was not overly experienced, either. And, for the first time ever, I felt myself craving something in particular. Something I'd never done before, and wasn't sure I'd be good at. But, if ever there was a time to try, it was now, with Eric. I slowly moved myself to the edge of the bed and stood, taking his hands in mine, turning his back to the bed, and giving him a slight shove, so he was lying down. I slowly climbed onto the bed next to him, and wrapped my hand around him. I will admit I found his size to be slightly frightening. He must've understood what I was thinking, because he snickered just a little bit. I leaned down and ran my tongue along the underside of his cock. When I reached the tip, I allowed my lips to wrap around him and started to take him further into my mouth. He grabbed my head, forcing me to look at his face. "Sookie, as much as I want this, and believe me, I do, maybe now isn't the best time for…that."

"Why?"

"Baby, it's been 6 years since I've been touched by another. I hate to admit it, but, I'm not gonna last very long. If you do this, I don't know that I'll be able to hold myself back."

It took me a minute to understand what he meant. "Eric, I know. That's why I decided I wanted to do this. I've never done this before, and, I figured that this would be a good time to try. Plus, once we got your first little 'quickie' out of the way, we could fool around a bit more, and then when you're ready again, we could make our first time together more perfect."

"Well, then in that case, please proceed. I will never second guess your intelligence ever again," he said with a wink.

I couldn't help but giggle at him. I smiled and put my mouth back on him, and began to move my mouth up and down his length. I wrapped my hands around him so that I could still stimulate whatever portion of length I couldn't fit in my mouth. And, he had quite the substantial length, so the hand was definitely necessary. I heard him moaning, and felt him buck his hips upward. His hands were balled into fists, gripping the sheets so hard I was afraid they might rip. He was making it obvious that he was reaching his end, so I picked up the speed a bit. He moved one hand from the bed sheets to my hair, and I felt him using the smallest amount of force to tug a little. And then, he was crying out my name, and I felt him release into my mouth. I laid my head down on my stomach and waited for his breathing to slow. When it seemed like he was capable of coherent speech again, I looked up at him and said, "So, how'd I do?"

He growled at me (yup, that's right, he actually growled. It was pretty damn hot!), and pulled me up his body to kiss me fervently. He rolled me over so he was on top of me, pressing kisses on my neck and collarbone, and then began slowly moving downward. He spent what seemed like hours allowing his mouth to worship my breasts. As he continued to move downward, until his mouth was hovering over my centre, he looked at me and said, "Well, I guess I'd better return the favor, yes?" I couldn't speak. I just nodded my head, earning another one of his sexy chuckles.

He slowly moved his tongue along my slit, causing me to gasp out in pure pleasure. I felt his move long, slow circles around my clit, avoiding actually making contact. He very slowly began to push one of his long, round fingers inside of me. It felt so good I almost flew off the bed. He just chuckled and continued his blissful attack on my senses. He added more pressure with his tongue, at the same time slipping a second finger inside of me. I could feel my release building up in my lower abdomen, and I wrapped my fingers in his hair to try and force him closer to my body. He added pressure once again, and I was flying.

I felt him stretch out beside me while I was coming back down to Earth, and he lay on his side and looked at me. "So, how do I compare to your fantasies as of late?" I blushed again at his reminder that he'd been able to hear everything in my room for the past several weeks.

"Comparing the two would be a futile attempt. That would be like comparing a glass of water to all the oceans in the world." Yeah, it was cheesy, but, it was all I could come up with in my post-coital bliss.

We heard the chimes of the grandfather clock down the hall, and he seemed to realize how late it was. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "If I want to be back by room check, I'll have to leave pretty soon."

"Oh, no you don't, mister. You're not getting me all hot and bothered and then leaving before the grand finale."

"Sook, I don't think I have much of a choice."

"Well, as a matter of fact, you do. Sam sent me a text earlier letting me know that he had arranged for you to have a late return time, so you can stay a while longer."

He smiled brightly at this, realizing that Sam more or less knew what we'd be up to. "Did he now? Well, I'll have to make sure to thank him later. When do I need to be back?"

"Oh, at 9pm. Four days from now."

His eyebrows shot up, and his mouth gaped open. "Are you shittin' me?"

"No. He said he'd have a doctor put in a psych note for you saying that you needed some mental health time, and that you were going to be away from Hope House from now 'til Wednesday."

"Well, hell, I guess I'd better figure out a way to repay him. But, that can wait. This, however," he said putting my hand on his now rock hard length, "cannot."

He moved on top of me once again, and kissed me deeply. I reached down with my hand and, after adjusting my own hips slightly, put him at my entrance. "Wait," he said softly, "what about protection?"

"Well, it's been so long for you, we know you're clean. And I got checked after Quinn and I broke up, so we know I'm clean, too."

"What about birth control""

"Don't worry, we're covered."

He smiled, and kissed me again. Just when it felt like he was going to begin moving, he put his hands on the side of my face and said, "Sookie, look at me." I opened my eyes and stared into his. "I love you," he said, as he pushed his way inside of me.

I don't think I could've imagined a happier moment. My body was screaming with pleasure from the feel of him moving inside me, and my heart was doing the same at his declaration. He reached down and hooked his hand around my knee, and hitched it up over his hip. He kissed me over and over as he began to increase the tempo of his thrusts. I dug my nails into his back and kissed him back with everything I had. The pace of our kisses sped up to match his movements, and I knew that we were both very close. I pulled my lips from his, and reached my hand up to cup his cheek.

"I love you baby, so much." He thrust into me two more times, and we both climaxed together, the room around us exploding into hot white light. Once both of our breathing was back to normal, he laid down on his back. I quickly sat up and grabbed a blanket off the foot of the bed, wrapping it around us as I cuddled up to him and put my head on his chest. He lightly stroked my hair, and randomly placed soft kisses to the top of my head. As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I knew that I never wanted to be without him, ever again.