#9
"We can't keep doing this," he sighed as he languidly traced along the curve of the spine with his expert fingers. "It's not fair to me."
"I know," came the tired reply. "But this is too good. It's…"
"unlike anything else?" he finished with a soft kiss to the corner of the mouth.
"Yeah." The response was shy but all-encompassing of what travelled between them in these secret moments. "I didn't know it could be like this."
"I did," Eric countered with a debilitating smirk while brushing away stray hairs to uncover those deep dark brown eyes. "Always did, always will."
A deep exhale filled the silence in the room as lips started travelling all over his body, muscles rippling in the shade of the candle light and soon a firm hand encased his arousal. "I wish I knew how to quit you."
"Uncle Jason!"
"Huh." With the sudden startle Jason fell of the narrow bench he was sitting on as his two nieces tackled him with high pitched screams unleashing their freakishly strong hands on him as they engaged in their favourite activity of tickle monster. Per the precise instructions of their father they knew exactly where to attack, with an accuracy that had Jason flailing helplessly in the mud barely containing the contents of his bladder.
"Say UNCLE!" the two girls taunted with what Jason had termed the devil's own grins which were an exact match of their father's. One that had just manifested in the never ending dreams and had him weak at the knees with both generations of Northmans for different reasons.
"UNCLE, UNCLE," Jason wheezed out. With far too much superior smugness the two girls waggled their identical eyebrows in victory while carrying smiles that showed far too much teeth to be comfortable. Jason swore those sets of tiny incisors were sharpened.
While Jason took in the waning sun he gathered up the terrible twosome and their baby brother and directed everyone indoors. He hadn't given much thought what he would be thankful for this year but after looking after Sookie's kids all day he was definitely thankful to be free of them tonight. Mercifully Bridgette had arrived home and taken charge of the baby as they rushed out the door nearly leaving one of the twins behind.
"Did you survive alright Jase?" Sookie asked knowing he fully fell apart with the care of her kids. Before she could receive an answer she was already scolding Elin and Emmy for jumping down the cubby again when they were supposed to carefully use the ladder.
"How does he do it sis?" Jason asked pointing at the dark haired man cooking the turkey in a hot pot of oil on the porch.
"I don't know Jase, apparently there's a whole art to deep frying the bird."
"No I mean, how does he look after those kids without keeling over every day?"
"It's his job," Sookie shrugged while swatting away Jason's wandering fingers that were headed for one of her pies. "He's a nanny, when you're around kids long enough you don't think about it too much. Don't worry big brother you and Bridgette have 8 months to get used to it all. That's plenty of time to practice with our set of rugrats."
"Yeah right," Jason mumbled as his attentions diverted back to the baked offerings in front of him while Sookie waddled outdoors with another set of finished dishes.
"Good evening lover," Eric huskily whispered into the reddening shell of the ear while caressing a firm behind. "Miss me?"
"For fuck's sake!" Jason yelled at his brother in law. "Would you just quit it? I wish I never told you about those dreams."
"You said the f-word!" Emmy accused from her firmly wrapped position around one of her father's legs looking every bit like her mother. "I'm telling Pa-am!" she squealed while running off to do exactly that, leaving Jason to groan at the repercussions that would bring.
"Daddy why does Uncle Jason want to quit you?" Elin asked as she slightly lifted her tired head up from its resting spot on Eric's chest where he held her to his side.
"What makes you say that Prinsessan?" Eric asked his eldest daughter as he watched Jason squirm and redden further than he thought possible. "Was Uncle Jason saying weird things in his sleep again?"
"Yup," she replied popping the 'p'. The little girl beckoned her father's ear close before she started whispering rather loudly all the embarrassing things she had overheard Jason mumble in his daydream.
"Really," Eric leered at Jason as he took in the words his daughter spoke to him. Thankfully none of it was offensive enough for the girls to take issue with or take any understanding of for that matter. He kissed Elin softly on her forehead before setting her back on the floor and instructed, "Go help your mamma Prinsessan."
"As you see Jason it's very rewarding to be a good father," Eric said while wrapping his arm around his brother in law's shoulder who only proceeded to feel even more uncomfortable with the close touch. It was so entertaining to Eric he didn't even bother to check in with the blood tie. "But if you keep having these feelings you should really just be honest with Bridgette. It's not fair to me."
"Eric leave him alone," Sookie scolded upon taking in the familiar scene in her kitchen. "Jason, Pam is looking for you."
Her brother's Adam's apple bobbed with the gulp he swallowed before deciding Pam was the better option when it came to choosing between torment from her to that of her maker's.
"You're not lying to me about still feeding him your blood are you?" Sookie demanded after kissing Eric hello.
"I'm not feeding him my blood," Eric replied honestly. "Can't lie to you with the bond anyhow." It just meant he was as creative with the truth like his fairy in-laws. So Pam drew a little blood and succeeded to spike Jason's drinks now and then, it didn't mean he was feeding Jason his blood. Sookie eyed him sceptically but decided to let it go as her mind became preoccupied with the elaborate preparations for the night.
"I still feel you're not telling me the whole truth," she said as he followed her out of the door carrying the last of the prepared dishes.
"All right, all right, I admit it I LIKE PINK! I FUCKING LOVE IT!" Jason screamed.
"Pamela Beaufort de Swynford you put him down right now!" Sookie warned as she took in the scene of her brother hanging from the tree like piñata as her two eldest girls whacked away at him with foam pool noodles and their super strength. Pam reluctantly let go of the rope that held Jason in a suspended position with a shrug. With a grunt Jason came crashing down on the soft ground where his nieces continued their assault.
"He said the F-word," Pam gave as a weak defence.
"Twice," Elin piped in halting her noodle attack for a mere moment for the occasion.
"Girls go inside and wash up," Sookie instructed sternly before her hard gaze fell upon Pam who twitched slightly with the scrutiny. "You're on clean up duty Pam."
"But Mo-om!" the female vampire whined, knowing exactly what kind of reaction that would cause. Indeed the telepath's head turned red with anger but instead of unleashing her own set of F-bombs she merely gave a look to Eric that held a clear directive.
"Pamela," he said sternly to which her hijinks immediately ceased. "Jason is not a toy."
"Ok," she pouted but as soon as Sookie's back was turned he gave her an approving wink.
"I felt that!" Sookie instantly accused while spinning on her heels. "Eric Northman you better not be encouraging this so help me god I will zap you!"
"Yes dear," Eric said meekly while Pam cackled loudly at her maker's submission before speeding away out of range. With that compliance Sookie marched back to the giant table to greet the first of their guests ignoring the disorder for the night.
Eric helped his brother in law off the ground steadying his slightly dazed form. "What are you feeding those kids man," Jason groaned as he tenderly rubbed at the multiple sore spots all over his body. "Like fu-… effing line-backers those two."
"Exactly the same thing we feed you," Eric grinned knowingly.
A/N: The quote 'I wish I knew how to quit you' is from Brokeback Mountain, because... well it felt like that whole scene was making a parody of that in my mind. Anyhow that belongs to Annie Proulx or the screenwriters who transformed that short story into a film.