Well I certainly hope you all are prepared for a super-mega-ultra long chapter! For the record, I own nothing-

Chapter 6

"BITCH. I love you!" Sookie was taken aback, was Claudine drunk? It was always tricky to tell if she was drunk over the phone.

"Excuse me?" Sookie maneuvered out of the way so that the giant burly men (and one very small man) moving in her mattress and box spring could get passed her. They were all very disgruntled, probably from climbing a good five flights of stairs. Cornering mattresses in small stairways must really suck. She made a mental note to tip all four of the guys before they left.

"You heard me! And HONESTLY, I shouldn't love you half as much as I do, seeing as MY BEST FRIEND didn't even wanna hang out with me on my BIRTHDAY! No, instead she traded me in for my twin, WHOM SHE BARELY KNOWS!"

"Claudine, I'm sorry. It's just...I really like it here and I JUST met these guys, and I think they're finally starting to like me, too. Besides, you know I haven't really felt like going out since that whole, break-up, Bill, thing..."

"Exactly. And that is EXACTLY why we're going out tonight! It's a scientific FACT that the absolute best way to get over a man is to simply get under a new one!" Sookie rolled her eyes. Deep down she knew that there wasn't really any getting out of it, it was her best friend's birthday request.

"Fine. I'll meet you tonight." Sookie sighed into the receiver and Claudine practically squealed with Joy. "Can you call me later? I really need to take care of some things, and pay these nice young men for moving all of my big heavy furniture!" Sookie winked at the shortest (and scrawniest) of the men as she said her farewells to Claudine. He smiled bashfully and looked down at his feet. Sookie giggled, suddenly impowered from using the Northman Technique.

"Well, I didn't know you had it in you Stackhouse. Tell me, what happened to that sweet southern girl with her clever t-shirts?" Sookie leaned up against the kitchen counter and smiled sweetly at the viking who was obviously spying on her. He was as attractive as ever, wearing a simple white t-shirt and light brown plaid board shorts. It surprised her that she never heard him sneaking up on her even though he was wearing flip-flops.

"I just wanted to try out some of that Northman Charm! I think I've actually improved on the original. I could give you some pointers if you'd like." Eric smirked at her cockiness. He came to stand next to her at the counter, their shoulders touching.

"You still have much to learn, Sookie. If you really put the Northman moves on that boy he'd be begging you for your phone number." Sookie chuckled to herself but was pleasantly surprised when said moving man barrelled back through their front door. He stopped and hesitated a bit when he saw Eric.

"I'm sorry, I jus- I just wanted to say it was nice meeting you, Sookie." He blushed as his eyes found hers.

"Oh, it was nice meeting you too, ...um?"

"Barry! It's Barry." He was flustered, and it only made Sookie smile more.

"It was nice meeting you Barry. Thanks for helping me move in the bed and hauling it up all those flights of stairs!" He shyly scratched the back of his head.

"I um, I don't know if you're, new..to town, but since you're moving in here and all..." He trailed off before taking a deep breath to continue. "Just if you want me to show you the sights, or even just hang out, I just wanted to leave you my number-JUST IN CASE!" Sookie smiled warmly and took the slip of paper he was offering.

"Thanks Barry, I actuall-"

"Yes, Thank you Barry, we'll be in touch." Eric successfuly cut him off, leading Sookie back down the hall towards her bedroom. Sookie struggled to turn back to see Barry off, not wanting to be rude, but the hand Eric had planted firmly on her lower back pushed her quickly out of his line of sight. He practically shoved Sookie into her bedroom and slammed the door behind them.

"Ha! I TOLD you I'm the new master of the Northman technique! Look who's got GAME! I guess all I have left to learn is the Northman Art of COCKBLOCK!" Eric nearly scowled.

"Believe me, I was doing you a favor. That kid barely weighed 90 pounds! What kind of moving company would hire that guy?" Sookie was just about to defend young Barry's honor, but quickly realized she was alone with Eric, in her bedroom. The night before was different since it was in a communal setting: the living room. Now? They were alone in her bedrooom! Much more intimate. Before Sookie could ask Eric what he was thinking, her bedroom door was flung open as Claude let himself in.

"Who's slamming doors?" Sookie childishly pointed at Eric. He simply rolled his eyes at Claude's questioning scowl.

"What? We were just gonna test out the mattress." Eric raised his eyebrows suggestively while Sookie giggled nervously. "Seriously though, Claude, we need to hit up Ikea." Claude and Sookie exchanged curious glances before jumping at the chance to make fun of Eric.

"Why, are you feeling homesick for something Swedish?" Eric ignored him and used his hand to gesture about the room.

"Well, while we all miss the fort, there isn't even a closet in this room, so we're gonna have to make one. Or what? Do you want Sookie to just live out of these boxes?" Claude looked surprised but nodded in agreement.

Sookie was touched. She finally had some confirmation that these guys actually were starting to warm up to her. The fact that they wanted her to unpack was a good sign that they wanted her stay, right?

"Oh, no. Don't worry about me! I can probably just buy a set of drawers or something since I didn't really get most of my clothes from my old place."

"You still have stuff at Bill's?" Eric actually seemed upset, but Sookie decided to ignore it.

"I mean, it's all packed and everything. He just surprised me and came home early and I had to evacuate out of my bedroom window. Left most of my stuff behind."

"Sookie, you need to get your things."

"Oh, yeah. I know, I mean, I will!" Luckily, a knock on the door distracted everyone from her hesitation. Alcide peeked his head into the bedroom.

"Everything alright?" This time Claude stole the joke but decided to take it a step further.

"Great timing, we were just about to test out Sookie's new mattress." Claude started to undo his belt and Eric took off his t-shirt. Alcide choked on his spit.

"GUYS!" Sookie was looking anywhere but at Eric's perfectly sculpted body, trying to convince herself that initiating her new bed with these three gods wasn't a panty-dropping dream come true. "What about Ikea?"

"Right! Ikea, hey Alcide, you have any plans for today? Think we can borrow your truck?"

"No plans, why?"

"Sookie needs some shelves, or dresser, or something since there isn't even a closet in here."

"And then we gotta swing by her old place and pick up the rest of her stuff." Sookie flinched.

"What? No, guys, I'll just go another time-"

"Good idea, I'll drive." Argh. Sookie's shoulders slumped in defeat. Eric put his shirt back on (unfortunately), and she followed her three slavedrivers out the front door, only stopping to grab her purse.

Down in the parking lot Alcide sprinted towards his red pickup truck as Sookie sluggishly followed behind Claude and Eric. They led her to a red Dodge Challenger, Eric slipping into the driver's seat while Claude stood in the open doorway on the passenger's side. He slid the seat forward and folded it over, smirking at Sookie as he called "shotgun".

Now Sookie grew up with the Infamous Jason Stackhouse and knew every loop hole when it came down to riding shotgun, like declaring a GTA (grand theft auto), in which she'd have 15 seconds to rip Claude out of the front seat and close the door on him, but Claude was twice her size and the act seemed impossible in the two-door sports car. Sookie huffed and squeezed her extra-curves into the small gap between seats.

They were ready to drive off, but Alcide stopped his truck behind the Challenger and called out of his window.

"Ya'll are gonna make me ride alone?" Claude mumbled something about taking one for the team and shared a sentimental fist bump with Eric before exiting the vehicle and climbing into Alcide's truck.

The pick-up sped out of the lot as Sookie observed Eric the Northman's driving skills. He methodically placed his right hand behind the headrest of the empty passenger seat and glanced over his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't back up into oncoming traffic before he too sped out of the lot. It came as no surprise to her that he would be a speed demon; he drove a muscle car, not a Prius. Seeing Eric behind the wheel was incredibly sexy.

"This is ridiculous." Sookie waited for his eyes to meet hers in his rear view mirror. "It looks like you're driving Miss Daisy!" Before he could question her, Sookie began her voyage into the front seat, climbing over his center console.

"Sookie, WHAT THE-" Eric wasn't exactly sure how to stop Sookie's little stunt, and made a huge mistake by shifting in his seat to assess the situation. Her right hand was reaching for the floorboards and her plentiful breasts were practically thrust into his face.

"Wow, not too much room to maneuver, huh?" before he was physically able to THINK, she switched angles so she could climb into the front seat. Suddenly, he was accosted with the unreal sight of her captivating ass in extremely tight jeans. In an amazing feat of flexibility, she had casually slinked into the Shotgun position, blowing her bangs out of her face before flashing Eric her triumphant smile.

"Incredibly dangerous Stackhouse." He wanted to glare at her, but he couldn't shake the twitching of his lips.

"I'm so sorry Eric, I had no idea I was riding with my grandmother..." Oh, she had jokes.

"At these speeds, and a stunt like that? Impaling me with your boob-shaped..boobs!" He tore his eyes away from the road to grin at the dare-devil beside him. "All HORRIBLY irresponsible!"

Sookie looked away, here she thought she was just having fun with her new roommate. Instead, he scolded her like a child. She slouched, regretting ever having the idea they could be friends. Then from out of nowhere, his hand went to her thigh as he leaned closer to her.

"I could barely keep my hands on the wheel..." he whispered huskily. Her head snapped back to him and the lusty smile he was sporting practically melted her panties off.

The first hour spent at Ikea was a complete waste of time. The guys would point out different wardrobes, dressers, and cabinets, and Sookie would check the price-tag before making up different flaws for each piece of furniture.

Finally Claude put his foot down. He had been pushing a large (semi-opaque) wardrobe with sliding doors, plenty of storage, and super convenient pull-out clothing rails. Of course it cost a fortune and he and Sookie caused a scene arguing over who was going to buy it. Eric rubbed his temples and Alcide distanced himself from the group as they fought.

Sookie was extremely independent (to a fault) and incredibly stubborn when it came to taking care of herself. The only reason she finally gave in was because Claude reminded her a closet was a necessity in a bedroom and it was (their) duty to provide her with one. The other deciding factor was when Eric whispered into her ear that people were starting to stare.

Claude snatched the paper and official Ikea pencil from her, wrote down the info for the wardrobe, and he and Alcide took off to purchase the dresser before Sookie would even have a chance to change her mind. Eric linked his arm with hers and nodded his head to point out their next destination. He was surprisingly good at distracting her from her thoughts, something that most of her friends were barely able to pull off. She sighed heavily before following his lead.

"Did we even need to buy anything else?" She asked him, still looking at all the impeccably designed rooms around them.

"Yeah, gotta see the kitchen-ware downstairs. I need a new wok."

"What? Really?" He quirked his eyebrow at her. "Oh, I'm sorry. You just kinda shocked me. Didn't know you could cook." Eric just smiled to himself as they walked. "When a person's beautiful, it's surprising to find they can do anything else, really."

"Oh yeah, I can cook, and I know how to read too.." he teased. Sookie faked a gasp and gripped her chest in mock astonishment.

"A reader too? A TRIPLE THREAT!" Eric grinned.

"Yea, well you're a bit surprising yourself, Stackhouse."

"Please, call me Sookie. Stackhouse is my brother..."

"Excuse me. Sookie, I had no idea you were a crazy Bag-Lady."

"EXCUSE ME?" Eric pointed to the large brown leather purse Sookie was carrying. Sookie grumbled and took her arm back from the Swede beside her. "This ol' thing?"

"If you weren't my roommate I'd assume you sported that purse to haul your 10 pound bags of catfood around." She wanted to feel insulted, really, but his flirtacious smirk only made her feel more playful.

"Eric, I'm a teacher. I have enough supplies in here to recreate the setting of the Last Supper, well, if the disciples were pirates...who ate a lot of popsicles."

"Do you have any food in there? Really. I'm getting hungry." Sookie rolled her eyes, but fished out a fruit roll-up from her purse and handed it over to him.

"Woah, you're like a mom! What else do you have in that magical purse? Personal Pan Pizza? An Umbrella to fly to the next family in need of a good Nanny?" Sookie chuckled to herself. Of all the things she had heard about Eric, humorous wasn't exactly on the list.

"You're welcome." She looked at him pointedly.

Soon they were out in the parking lot in search of the rest of their roommates. Eric tossed his new wok into the back seat of the Challenger as his phone began to ring "It's Raining Men".

"What's up Claude?" Sookie snickered at his selected ring tone. "Yeah, me too. Sookie had to feed me a fruit-roll up for sustenance. Yea, huge purse, right?" She rolled her eyes, waiting for them to finish their girl-talk. Eric nodded his head at the car and sat down into the driver's seat, motioning for Sookie to get in, too. "You sure man? We can go somewhere else. Okay. We'll meet you there."

Eric snapped his phone shut and winked at Sookie. He started the car and took off at a threatening speed. Sookie buckled up.

"They went home to drop off your furniture. Alcide said he'll set it up tonight after dinner. Hope you like Chinese."

"Love it." She replied snarkily. After a few moments Sookie realized he actually had no clue she was upset. "You guys just love making decisions for other people, don't you?" Eric laughed.

"Just for you Sookie." He whispered while leaning towards her. "Because it's too easy to get you flustered." She blushed. "Besides, it's not like you have some sort of record for making great life decisionsthus far."

...annnd, Just like that, their cute flirty moment was over.

Eric pulled up at a restaurant named "Big Wongs". Sookie released the breath she had subconciously been holding. For a while she worried she wasn't dressed up enough to go out to eat with "the boys". She had ditched her usual witty t-shirt that day for a green sweater with a white collar, the only thing nerdy about it was the small blue dinosaur stitched over her heart. Her jeans were a bit tighter than usual. The ensemble screamed "casual" and luckily a place like "Big Wong's" probably didn't have a strict dress code. Sometimes it just wasn't fair. People who looked as good as Eric, Claude, and Alcide could waltz into any fancy establishment wearing fanny-packs and still be considered socially acceptable, but if, God forbid, Sookie didn't have on a strappy pair of heels, she'd be gawked at her whole meal!

Since the rest of their Party wouldn't be arriving until later, Eric and Sookie stepped into the poorly lit restaurant. It smelled amazing. Her bewildered expression didn't go unnoticed so Eric leaned far into Sookie's personal space, speaking softly to her.

"Smells good, right? This is sort of 'our place'. Well it used to be our place. Best Chinese food in the city!"

"What do you mean it used to be your place?" Eric winked at her, again.

"You'll see soon enough." Just then, not one but Two hostesses showed up. One lady had the most obnoxiously red hair, the other chewed gum loudly and clicked her tasteless fake nails together in excitement.

"ERIC! IT'S BEEN SO LONG-annnnd" their faces fell when they spotted Sookie. "You brought a friend." Sookie squirmed under their critiquing eyes.

"Don't worry ladies, the boys will join us shortly." He winked and the women practically swooned. They were led to a simple table towards the back even though there were plenty of available booths. Eric thanked them after taking the seat across from Sookie, and the ladies took off towards the kitchen.

They must have been far too distracted by Eric's beauty to properly do their job, because Eric took the rolled silverware and set them at the appropriate seats and placed the paper placemats (with the chinese zodiac printed on them) accordingly as well. Soon enough Alcide and Claude snuck into the building, scanning the rooms and stealthily bolting for their table. Something fishy was going on.

Before they could even sit down, even MORE server women rushed out from the kitchen, shouting their names which made everyone eating at the restaurant stop to stare. The brunette with the nails (and tacky dark colored bra under her sheer white uniform t-shirt) grasped Claude's arm and snaked her other arm around his waist.

"We thought you guys had forgotten about us! Claude, you must have spent hours at the gym, I don't remember these muscles feeling this good before." Sookie's eyes widened and Claude visibly cringed. Sookie was shocked, did these women not know he was gay?

"Of course Dawn, it's so easy to stay in shape when you have such great motivation." Sookie was still confused, but the tables turned instantly when her role as Observer switched to active participant. Claude escaped (hostess) Dawn's embrace and leaned down to Sookie's level, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. Her head practically exploded.

It all happened so fast, she wasn't exactly sure how to react! Dawn stormed back to the kitchen, her entourage trailing behind her, and Claude sat down and opened a menu in a completely nonchalant manner. Eric seemed oblivious to what happened and Alcide was grinning from ear to ear.

"What. The fuck?" Claude just shrugged like it was no big deal. As usual, the only person who even tried to explain things, Eric, leaned across the table locking eyes with her.

"Well the food is excellent, just Claude is a bit of a celebrity here. Women go ape-shit whenever we sit down. He's tried everything, told 'em numerous times how very very gay he was, but no one seemed to care."

"Yeah," Alcide chimed in, "first time he brought me here, I got thrown in the same position as you did." Alcide cringed at the memory while Sookie's eyes glazed over, thinking about very sexual positions to be thrown into.

"That plan backfired. I think these women loved us even more. Good thing Sookie's a better actress than you were, Alcide. We might actually get to eat here more often now."

"What? WHO was acting, Claude?" He smirked, clasping her chin gently with his long fingers.

"It wasn't an act? You meant evert second of it, Sookie?" His eyes danced with laughter as he wrapped his other arm behind her back over her chair. She slapped his hand away from her face and blushed.

"Maybe next time you should warn me before you guys make me out to be a pretend love interest." Sookie picked up her menu and hid behind it from the rest of the roommates. Eric brazenly laughed, probably drawing all sorts of unnecessary attention back to their table.

"Um, Sookie? We've actually been meaning to ask.." Sookie peered over the top of her menu to see Alcide fidgeting across the table.

"Yes?"

"Next weekend, a friend of ours is getting married, and this was all completely Claude's idea, by the way! Anyway, we need you to play my pretend love interest."

"What?" Sookie slapped her menu back down, staring at the boys incredulously. Oddly enough, Eric seemed just as shocked as she was.

"My ex, Debbie is going to be there. She just got engaged to some Ass-Clown and I want her to see that I'm doing fine without her. I hate to do this to you, but I'd really appreciate it if you'd think about it."

Alcide looked like a sad puppy. Sookie burried her head in her hands as she mulled it over. Technically, she owed it to him. He was the first person to vote her into living at their apartment, he pitched in, hauled, and volunteered to build her wardrobe for her, and the way his eyes were pleading with hers, she found it very hard to tell him no.

"Okay." Her response shocked everyone. "Why not..? I actually Love weddings. Chicken Dance, blowing bubbles, throwing rice-"

"NO. CHICKEN-DANCE!" Claude shouted. Sookie shrugged and looked back to the menu.

"Stupid idea.." Eric muttered. Alcide took it upon himself to change the subject.

"Chinese Zodiac. I was born in the year of theeee...TIGER. That's pretty sweet. I mean, the tiger is more badass than all of these animals! I could eat any of these animals. I could eat the rabbit, I could eat the horse, I could eat the boar, I could eat the-" Sookie had a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"How 'bout the cock Alcide, do you eat the cock?" The table fell silent.

The guys looked at each other, stunned. Soon they were all cracking up, Claude slapping Sookie on the back, Eric with tears filling his eyes, Alcide was as red as his truck.

"Where the fuck did this girl come from?" Claude asked the others, Eric and Alcide shook their heads, laughing too hard to respond.

Suddenly, their riotous laughter was interrupted by an extremely beautiful Asian woman clearing her throat. She was dressed too nicely to really be a server, but she had her pen out ready to take orders.

"Oh, I was starting to wonder why I hadn't seen any Asian-Americans at this Chinese food restaurant!" Sookie smiled brightly at the waitress before stunning the men into silence Once Again. She was speaking animatedly towards the woman IN MANDARIN. The woman started to crack up hysterically, holding her stomach before addressing the boys.

"Oh I LIKE her!" The Chinese woman pointed to Sookie.

"What did you say to her?" Alcide whispered to Sook.

"Oh, I just asked her to make sure none of Claude's fanclub spit in my food."

"Where did you learn to speak Chinese?" Sookie shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, but Eric, Claude, and Alcide were overwhelmed.

"Which one of you guys found her? The girls in the kitchen say she's Claude's new girlfriend, but I know she doesn't have the right equipment for that." Claude grinned. "And Eric doesn't introduce his conquests to his friends, so it's not like you're on a date." Sookie's eyes met Eric's, he didn't confirm or deny that she was correct. "Alcide! Are you really getting back out there? It's about damn time!"

"Nah, Nancy this is Sookie. Sookie's our new roommate." The woman made an approving nod before reaching to shake Sookie's hand.

"Hi, I'm Nancy Wong. It's nice to meet you, Sookie." Even Sookie was a little turned on by her sexy Broken English.

"No, the pleasure's all mine! So you're...Big..Wong?" The tiny Chinese lady laughed again.

"Yes, something like that. What can I get for you?" Sookie looked to the guys, expecting them to jump in and order since this was "their place" after all. They were silent, since Nancy was still beaming at Sookie.

Not wanting to keep the lady waiting, Sookie started speaking Chinese once more and Nancy smiled, tapping her pen to her chin.

"Okay." she said, pleased. "And you guys? The Usual?" Claude nodded since he was the only one physically able to shake off his stupefaction. Nancy snapped her ticket book shut, winked at Sookie playfullly before skipping back to the kitchen. Eric raised his eyebrow in question.

"I asked her to surprise me since she knows what's good here. So how did you guys meet Nancy? She's Gorgeous!" Sookie took a sip of water from the glass in front of her, suddenly realizing their crappy hostesses didn't even offer them drinks.

"We posed together for a book cover once." Sookie turned to face Claude while he spoke. "She asked me out, actually. I told her she wasn't really my type and she said that was fine since she had a "Big Wong"." Sookie laughed.

And Laughed. And Laughed! The entire meal was amazing. Nancy actually came out and joined them, sharing an enormous plate of curry and rice with Sookie. She smiled, loving how comfortable everyone was with one another and enjoyed the feel of a loud, fun family dinner. She couldn't remember the last time she had experienced something like it. Suddenly, her phone went off.

"Oh shit." Sookie visibly paled.

"What is it?" Alcide asked, the table grew quiet while the phone rang.

"Claudine?" Sookie answered tentatively. "Oh, yeah, of course. I kinda lost track of time is all! No, of course I didn't forget!" Sookie smacked her palm to her head dramatically, emphasizing she did in fact forget. "Yeah yeah, just give me, an..hour?" Sookie squeaked. She bit her lip then said a quick farewell, hung up, and picked up her purse. The guys swore they heard her mutter the words "shit balls" under her breath.

"Everything okay?" Claude asked.

"Yeah, I promised Claudine I'd go out with her tonight since I sort of missed her birthday party last night." Sookie looked down at the floor guiltily. "I'm so sorry, I'm having such an amazing time, really! -But I need one of you to give me a ride home, like right now." Her eyes travelled back and forth between Eric and Alcide, since they had vehicles and all. "I love Claudine to death, but she doesn't fuck around when it comes to drinking on her birthday! If I don't wanna feel her wrath, I should have started getting ready hours ago."

"Yeah, let's go." Eric volunteered. Alcide kind of seemed pissed he had beat him to it. "My car's faster." he shrugged. Sookie sighed in relief before leaning over to hug Nancy. She was startled for a moment, obviously not expecting to be hugged by someone she had barely met, but quickly relaxed into it.

"Thank you so much for dinner! It was so lovely meeting you! Everything was amazing, I don't mean to dine and dash, but best friend's birthday, kind of a big deal!" She smiled warmly and reached into her purse, retrieving her original Nintendo controller wallet. She pulled out some cash, threw some smaller bills on the table and handed a twenty to Alcide, giving him a VERY pointed look so he wouldn't fight her on pitching in for the meal. He nodded in confirmation.

"Actually, Nancy, where are my manners? I know you have a business to run, but if you can, you should definitely join us tonight! Well, all of you really you should come! I'm not sure where we're going out tonight, but I know it'll be a lot of fun!"

Eric and Sookie started making their way towards the door, but Nancy shouted she wouldn't miss it for the world and would just call Claude when everything was settled at the restaurant. They all waved goodbyes while Eric and Sook maneuvered through a sea of skank-waitresses and their desperate farewells to Eric.

The minute the car sped off, Sookie rummaged through her crazy bag-lady sized purse and pulled out a handful of cosmetics. There was no time to talk, so Eric just alternated viewing the road and watching a panicked Sookie trying to beautify herself. She tossed her thickly framed glasses haphazardly into Eric's lap as she dabbed on concealer around her face, rubbing it in as she went. She used her fingers to rub a pretty gold color over her eyelids. When she reached for the eyeliner, Eric actually feared for her and paid extra attention to the road.

"Don't slow down! If I poke out an eye, I've got a fake pirate eyepatch in my purse!" Eric laughed and pressed down on the accelerator.

After a few moments, Sookie tossed the tubes and containers back into her purse. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, eager to see Sookie's finished product, but his jaw hit the floor as Sookie innocently let her hair down from the messy knot she had it tied into atop her head. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. It was probably only provocative because Sookie didn't even realize what she was doing, even though to Eric, she was doing it all in slow-motion.

She let her hair down, shook it out from side to side, expertly running her fingers through it, shaking segments of it out, and attempting to fluff it up around the crown of her head. The way it was tied before made her hair fall down in curls of different sizes and directions, but it looked great. In fact, it looked better than great! Eric had seen Pam sit for hours in a mirror trying to achieve this same look, and all Sookie had to do was take out a couple of hair ties. It was unreal how beautiful this woman was, without any knowledge of it, herself!

She smiled radiantly to Eric, as if asking for Confirmation that she looked decent. Unfortunately, he had no response. At all. In fact, he wasn't even capable of blinking. Sookie recovered from feeling dejected from his lack of enthusiasm, to suddenly worried he had fallen ill. A car honking suddenly made them both look to the road.

Eric's Challenger had veered into oncoming traffic while he fantasized about Sookie letting her hair down and taking off her ridiculous sweater. He corrected the car before any collisions, but Sookie let out a yelp in fear anyway. He ran his hands through his hair to calm himself, and his raging hard on-and unfortunately, things just seemed to go from bad to worse.

Sookie's hand, that was first held over her crazy-irregular beating heart, suddenly reached over to Eric's leg as she blindly began to feel around for her glasses.

How can she not see them? They're two inches thick for Christ's sake! Is she REALLY that blind?

And naturally, her fingers grazed over his hardened length. He sucked in air through his clenched teeth, and the hiss made Sookie jump back like she had just burned her hand. She knew what she had felt, and Eric couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with her. He simply grabbed the frames and held them out for her to take.

She thanked him quietly, and would look only out of her side-window.

Had she been any other woman, Eric could have played it through. He could have said just the right thing. He could have pulled over to some obscure parking lot and ravished her, but no. It had to be Sookie Fucking Stackhouse riding shotgun, innocently seducing him.

He was so discombobulated from almost wrecking the Challenger, becoming completely aroused over hair, and then seeing her hide from him after accidentally stroking his cock, he almost wanted to yell at her! Instead he ground his teeth together as his white knuckles strangled his steering wheel.

Once they entered the parking lot, Eric hadn't even come to a complete stop before Sookie jumped out of the vehicle, dashing towards the entrance. Eric parked and flexed his hands, popping his knuckles to relieve the tension from the drive. It was a bizarre torture, riding with a girl like Sookie. The crazy part was that they couldn't have been on the road more than five minutes. Big Wong's was practically around the corner.

Once upstairs, Eric walked into the apartment. The front door was left wide open in Sookie's haste to get ready, and there was actually an adorable trail of clothing all the way to her room. He grabbed her sneakers off the ground before making his way into the kitchen to grab a much needed bottle of water.

He sipped casually, picking the rest of Sookie's clothes up off the floor, and then leaned against the hallway wall, listening to the sounds of her cursing behind her bedroom door. Soon Alcide and Claude joined him in the hallway, listening to Sookie's string of profanities and the sound of boxes sliding across the floor or landing in loud thuds as she tossed them about. After a particularly loud grunt of frustration, Claude cleared his throat.

"How's it going in there, Baked po-tato?" The door was flung open and Sookie's crazy smile fell when she realized Claude was not alone outside her bedroom door. She blushed in embarassment while all three of the guys checked her out. Gone were her thick frames, so she must have put in some contact lenses. The only thing she seemed to be wearing was a small silky white robe, that barely covered down past her ass, and an eccentric pair of panty hose with lacey black flower patterns travelling up her legs.

"I'm sorry, I think my fancy clothes are still at Bill's."

"Sookie, I told you you needed to get your things." She reached for her clothes and shoes Eric was holding while muttering a dejected "yeah...".

"Sookie, why don't you just check Eric's lost and found box?" Claude made a proud face like he was MacGyver. Sookie looked confused and Eric wouldn't meet her eyes. Instead he nodded his head towards his bedroom at the end of the hall.

"Yeah. Come on, I have sizes 0 through 8." Sookie followed after him muttering how she might be a size 8 on a good day.

Alcide and Claude went into Sookie's room, probably to start building her new Ikea wardrobe as Sookie walked into Eric's dark bedroom. Once she was inside, his door slammed closed behind her, leaving her terrified in complete darkness. Was he going to kiss her?

Suddenly the lights flipped on and Sookie was blown away by her surroundings. His bedroom was enormous. In front of her was a small bar and sink, to the left of that another doorway. To her immediate left was a sectioned off corner that was it's own private living room, a fairly good sized flat screened tv, an x-box 360, several games scattered across the floor in front of a small black leather love seat. In the corner of that section was a fancy chair obviously designed for gaming. Huh. So Eric was a bit of a nerd, too.

The room was very nicely decorated. Lots of asian inspired artwork along the walls, plenty of mirrors too, probably to enhance the lighting since there was only one large factory styled window in the room. His window was much bigger than the one in Sookie's bedroom.

To the right was Eric's enormous bed. Of course he would have a large bed, since Eric was such a tall guy. Sookie followed behind him as he led her past the huge bed and it's silky dark sheets to stand in front of what must be his closet.

He looked like some kind of super spy. To the naked eye, it looked just like a normal book case, some books, trinkets, photos, and on both ends of the book case were large full-body mirrors. Eric stood in front of the mirror on the left and pushed the bookcase over, revealing an enormous walk in closet. The further the bookcase slid, the brighter the lights in the closet became.

"Wow." -was all she could say.

The closet was immaculately organized. Eric owned a lot of suits, expensive looking ones at that. Sookie knew it wasn't very lady-like to snoop, but she couldn't help but notice the empty set of suit cases hiding a guitar-case in the back. One corner of the closet was stacked neatly with different sneakers and dress shoes. There were beautiful cabinets along the left portion of the closet, another large mirror on the right, surrounded by light bulbs, like a mirror a celebrity would have. Eric made his way to the back of the closet, pushed some dress pants and shoe boxes out of the way and pulled out a good sized cardboard box. He pushed past Sookie and sat on his bed, dropping the box on the silky sheets beside him.

She joined him on the bed, the box sitting between them, as she started to rummage through the misplaced belongings. There was an awful lot of jewelry, an uneven number of shoes and earrings, and plenty of expensive looking sweaters. Sookie pulled out a very sexy black high heeled shoe, it had a silver zipper above the heel with a cute keychain on the top. The under side of the shoe was whore-ishly bright red. Sookie loved them, probably because she herself would never buy such a sexy pair of shoes. Eric quirked an eyebrow as she examined the shoes.

"Wow Eric, you've made love to a lot of forgetful women." He smirked at the thought of "making love" to any of those girls. He watched carefully as she pulled out a couple tops and laid them out on his bed. She created a seperate pile further away from her, probably the clothes that were too small for her. Eric knew not to say a word if he didn't want Sookie to freak out all over again. The last item Sookie brought out was a black dress that made her gasp when she saw it.

She immediately checked the tag, probably to see what size it was. She stared at it, almost unsure if she should try it on. Before Sookie even had time to reconsider trying it on a loud banging on Eric's door distracted them.

"SOOKIE STACKHOUSE! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! IF YOU DON'T COME OUT OF THERE DRESSED AND READY TO GO, YOU'RE IN FOR A WORLD OF HURT, MY FRIEND!"

Sookie jumped to her feet, whisper shouting "She's Drunk!" before she pushed Eric closer to the door. He could hear the rustling of fabric behind him and knew better than to turn around and look. Luckily, there was a small mirror in front of him that caught part of Sookie's reflection. He shifted slightly to the right to catch a better glimpse of her while she changed and became almost lightheaded from the instant loss of the blood flowing through his body that now flowed straight to his throbbing dick.

Sookie had taken off her robe, and what Eric had once assumed was an eccentric pair of panty-hose actually turned out to be very high stockings, stopping just below the curves of her ass. The sexiest part of the ensemble was the garter around her waist, holding her stockings up. Everything matched, all lacy and black. Her bra was doing a terrible job of covering up her enormous breasts since they were spilling out, just begging to be touched. Her skimpy bra did cover her nipples, leaving Eric to imagine what color they were.

This woman was seriously underestimated. Sure, she looked perfectly fuckable in her funny t-shirts and painted on jeans, but in her underwear alone, this girl could rule the world! Her body's curves could bring any man down to his knees. It was as close to perfection as Eric had ever seen. Bountiful breasts, ass for weeks, flat stomach, smooth, tanned, long legs, but she also had muscle! It wasn't like staring at those stick-thin girls wearing padded bras. No. Sookie's legs and arms showed she was anything but weak, but nothing grotesque. Everything about her was very feminine and alluring.

His penis ached to be inside her, but the pounding on his door broke the spell Sookie had cast over him. She was right when she had said Claudine didn't fuck around when it came to girl's night out. When he looked back into the mirror to get another glimpse of Sookie practically naked, he was slightly disappointed to see her squeezed into the black dress with a red sash around her waist. The dress had a very low neckline that left little to the imagination with her creamy breasts on display. The dress might have been too small for her figure, but it only accentuated the curves it could barely contain. She was fucking exquisite.

Sookie called his name as she hopped towards him, slipping on the first-class black and red Hooker Heels. He spun around, still bewildered. Sookie revealed her outfit to Eric while popping out a hip and presenting the dress using "Vanna White" hands. His sexy grin was apparently the perfect response to her silent question so she brushed past him to fling open his door for a very anxious Claudine Crane.

"Oh, my God." Claudine's face went from furious to perplexed as she shamelessly checked Sookie out.