Thank you for your patience! Got another chapter up, FINALLY! I really do appreciate all the reviews, so keep 'em coming! Um, I own nothing from Fox or Charlaine Harris.. so Enjoy!
Once Eric flicked the lock, he turned on Bill. Every step he took towards him made Bill back up slowly until he was pushed up against the farthest (furthest?) bedroom wall.
Pathetic. The guy was a creep and a coward. Eric had wanted to kick his ass since the minute he first laid eyes on those ridiculous sideburns, but deep down he knew Sookie would lose her shit and blame herself if any of the guys really hurt the stupid fuck. If she really wanted to, Sookie could have kicked his ass All On Her Own. Eric just had to remind the short son of a bitch that he was no longer needed in Sookie's life, and scaring the guy would just be an added bonus for him.
Eric got deep into Bill's personal space, so much so that every breath he took would blow Bill's old fashioned hair cut out of place. Eric smirked as he braced one arm against the wall over Bill's shoulder and whispered to him in a low voice so that Sookie wouldn't be able to hear them from outside the door.
"You fucked up, Billy-Boy. You do know that right?" Bill swallowed but wouldn't answer him. "See I know all about guys like you. Possessive, controlling. Tell me, do you get off running every single detail of her life?"
"Who are you? You don't know us or how our relationship works!"
"Maybe not, but I know Cheating doesn't really WORK too well in a relationship." Bill looked away from him. "You really are a fucking idiot! Believe me, I know Sookie isn't your average girl. She's smart, sexy as fuck, funny, and don't get me started on the secrets I've seen hiding under those jeans and t-shirts."
Bill tried to push Eric away from him, but Eric was planted firmly in place. The fact that his shove didn't even move the Viking an inch made Bill start to sweat. Sookie's giant blonde roommate was strong, very strong and Bill had just laid his hands on him. He started to tremble but stoned his features in an attempt to hold his ground while Eric continued.
"See, my theory is you can't handle a woman like Sookie. Why else would you cheat on her? Who would cheat on a girl that makes blanket forts, speaks Chinese, and carries snacks in that embarassingly huge purse? Why would you ever Fuck Over a woman who'd rather pay for her own shit instead of using every asshole she comes across for everything he's worth? With a body like that, you know she could, too!"
Bill's jaw was clenching from time to time, but he didn't have the balls to look Eric in the eye.
"I'll just get to the point, Bill. There's really only Two things I need to say to you. The first thing I wanna say...is Thank You."
Bill's head snapped to attention and Eric grinned.
"Honestly, Thank You for fucking up so badly that you've pretty much gift wrapped the most beautiful and incredibly perfect woman and delivered her right into my apartment." Bill's face contorted with rage and Eric genuinely smiled.
"You've really made it too easy, Bill! If it wasn't for all of your bullshit she put up with for all of these years, she'd never appreciate how fucking happy I plan to make her. Shit, as soon as she sees me treat her with the respect and tenderness a woman like Sookie Deserves, she's gonna think I'm the fucking Messiah compared to you!
Lastly, now I want you to pay close attention here Bill, I want you to -No. You're GOING to Stay-The fuck-Away from Her. She's made it very clear that you two are OVER, so you'd better get it through that tiny Brain of yours that there's Nothing you can say to that girl that'll make her forget how badly you fucked her over. So, no showing up with flowers at her work, no stalking her at the fucking grocery store, and if I ever catch wind of another mind-fuck of a voicemail, you're gonna wish you were never fucking born." Eric actually surprised himself at how well he could act so calm, after all, his fist was just itching to punch the douchebag in the face.
"Now," he cracked a fake smile down at Bill, "do you have any questions?" Bill cleared his throat and stared into Eric's volatile blue eyes.
"Yeah, how long has she been fucking you?"
-Now that was the absolute worst thing he could have said to Eric-
Eric's other fist SLAMMED into the wall next to Bill's face. Bill went white and his body began shaking uncontrollably in fear. Eric struggled notto call him a Pussy.
"Ya know, I'm not exactly sure how that's really your business, but rest assured, Billy Boy, Imma take my sweet time with her. See, I plan to explore every single inch of her body, and I'll discover all those secret spots that'll make her Scream and Beg for me to make her mine. And I Will..Make her Mine."
Bill's jaw dropped.
Eric's grin returned. Intimidating this small man was actually kind of amusing! Hell, Eric actually ended up revealing his whole plan for Sookie to him like some sort of Bond villain!
Eric removed his hands from the wall and tapped Bill's cheek twice before walking away from him. He waved over his shoulder to the dickhead without looking back and opened the door to find a bewildered looking Sookie Stackhouse.
"Eric," she whispered, "Are you...? What did you-you didn't hurt him did you?" Eric smiled down at her and shook his head.
"Come on," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her back to her car. "We're done here."
The majority of the ride home was spent in Silence before Sookie had to go and ruin it...
"Eric, we need to talk..." he closed his eyes and exhaled heavily.
"So talk."
"About that kiss..."
"Sookie,"
"No Eric, we're adults and we need to talk about this! I don't know about you, but...!" she blurted out.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" She couldn't answer him. She couldn't even make eye contact with him! Eric was suddenly feeling more aggravated than he had been while dealing with Bill. "Are you fucking Serious right now? Because I was the one who kissed YOU, Sookie. Are you trying to say "I" made a mistake?"
"Yes. Well, NO! I mean-don't put words in my mouth! It's just things are complicated...WITH ME, right now, and we LIVE Together! You know you're a very important friend to me, so maybe it'd be best to just pretend it never happened?"
To say he was pissed would be an understatement. He was livid.
"Well, if that's how you feel about it Sookie I'm not going to WASTE MY TIME trying to convince you that you're wrong..."
They listened to the radio as they ignored each other. Sookie couldn't bring herself to apologize like she wanted to. Eric of course continued to steal glances at her beautiful profile. Her eyebrows practically danced upon her face as she thought. From time to time he would even forget he was supposed to be angry with her, especially the times when she would blush and hold her breath.
A part of Eric considered cutting his losses and just giving up the notion of possessing The Sookie Stackhouse. She had already proved to be quite a handful! She came out of Nowhere with more than enough baggage, she won over all of his closest friends in a matter of days, made him rethink everything he ever thought he wanted in a woman, and Now that he had kissed her with Everything He Had...Now she suddenly wanted to pretend it had never happened?
Yep, it would definitely be easier to continue his current protocol of casual sex with attractive acquaintainces, but deep down he knew there was no way he could just ignore the feelings this bitch stirred up. For the life of him he couldn't recall the last time he had really felt this strongly about anyone. This strangely simple yet complex woman had awakened something within him, and even if SHE was keen on pretending there's nothing there between them, Eric knew better than to lie to himself.
He sighed heavily as he tried to see where Sookie was coming from. Maybe the timing was all wrong? Bill didn't exactly set the same mood for romance as Barry White or Marvin Gaye. Even so, after dealing with her shitty ex, Sookie had definitely responded to their kiss. In fact, Sookie Stackhouse was the greatest kisser he had ever known! -then again, Eric was probably biased because of how badly he wanted to fuck her.
The answer became painfully obvious; Sookie was intimidated by a man of his...nature. Funny how being called a "slut" was never a big deal before Sookie moved in. Let's be honest, the lost and found box in his closet didn't do much for his reputation either.
Eric paid extra attention to the road as they continued back to the loft. Driving Sookie's car was like driving a toy. The back-seat had been filled with so many boxes that Eric wasn't able to push his chair back as far as it would go. So there he sat, uncomfortably cramped in a small space and head-over-heels for the blushing woman next to him; lost as to what his next move should be. He just had to have her... Sookie would have to be Gently coerced into this and he almost scowled at the thought of moving "slowly" with his intentions.
As Eric stewed on what to say to her, Sookie, who was cowering against her passenger side door, was also dying to say something to make things right. She had never seen him like this: quiet. He was hands-down her favorite roommate, he always managed to be there for her whenever she needed him, always quick with a joke, and now they weren't even on speaking terms!
She nibbled her lip recalling what an amazing kiss they shared, which only made her feel more ashamed. Eric had only become such a great kisser because of his numerous partners willing to help him practice! With all of his experience there was no way she could keep him interested for long. Hell, even Bill strayed and cheated on her and he wasn't even half as good looking as Eric!
He was gorgeous, who wouldn't want to be with a man like Eric? A part of her really wanted to throw caution to the wind and see what other skills he possessed, the part of her that hadn't been laid in months, but could she really be "O.K." with just being another notch on his belt?
No. Maybe? She was raised to be lady, not loose with her body, but Gran seemed to be encouraging her to live a little. Claudine swears up and down that Rebound Sex is the way to go. She had to admit, just getting a rise out of Alcide at the club (making him trip over his words) made her feel powerful, sexy even! And now the fact that Eric was still acting upset over a Kiss (an AMAZING Kiss) was proof that he was at least a little bit into her, maybe even enough to sleep with her. OBVIOUSLY he wouldn't be as into her as much as she obsessed over him, but he seemed to be interested enough to maybe fool around. Maybe. Sookie blushed and shook the thought away.
They pulled into the parking lot and Eric expertly parked her car at the closest available spot. Claudine skipped over to the vehicle, excitedly (and inadvertently) saving Sookie from herself. Sookie was dragged out of her seat and could have sworn she saw Eric open his mouth to say something, but as she turned back to him he was already starting to unload her belongings from the back seat.
All the roommates helped out and managed to drag her possessions to her bedroom in record time. Claude sprinted for the showers, refusing to lounge around in his own filth. As the rest of the roommates started dinner (Eric's famous spaghetti prepared in his new wok) Claudine excused herself and made a few racist jokes about food preparation in America. Everyone laughed at her over the top farewell and soon an awkward silence overtook the kitchen.
Alcide noticed the tense atmosphere and was eternally grateful when his cell phone began to ring. He sprinted to his room to take the call, thus leaving Eric and Sookie alone..again.
The two of them worked side by side, chopping up 'shrooms and peppers for the meat sauce, each caught up in their own thoughts.
Eric focused on simplfying his plan of seduction, it almost made him laugh, thinking about his high-school like approach to "wooing" her.
Sookie on the other hand, was in hell. Every second of his silence made her overthink every aspect of their friendship...relationship? If only she could read minds, that way she wouldn't feel so helpless. She desperately wanted him to tell her what was on his mind; what could he possibly be thinking about that would have him so distracted?
A million questions ran through her head. She was dying to know how he could joke with her like old friends at Ikea and then ignore her so easily now? What on earth possessed him to kiss her? She wasn't stupid and figured out pretty quick that the guys had planned to be very touchy-feely earlier to get under Bill's skin, but Eric had said that it wasn't an act. Was it possible that the most gorgeous man Sookie had ever laid eyes on enjoyed kissing her as much as she loved kissing him?
These thoughts kept circling around in her head, but she was far too embarrassed to actually ask Eric anything. At least they worked well together in the kitchen. Sookie boiled the pasta as Eric tended to the sauce; he set the table, she threw together a salad. The relief they felt as the rest of the roommates joined them to eat was short lived.
"Looks great guys!" Alcide enthusiastically started to fill up his plate before he even sat down. "Ha, so how was Bill after we left?" Sookie bit her lip and pleaded with her eyes for Eric to answer for her.
"Pissed that Sookie realized she could do so much better..." Eric shrugged at Sook, not sure if that answer was up to snuff.
"Fuckin' A, right?" Alcide's plate was practically overflowing, the man could eat. "Hope you're not too upset about what happened, Sookie."
Sookie tensed up and blushed, not sure what he could be talking about. Was kissing her part of their elaborate plan to fuck with Bill?
"Yeah," Claude jumped in after swallowing another bite of salad, "well at least this way you and Alcide had some practice for Tray's wedding this weekend."
"Alcide?" Everyone stared at her like she was crazy. "OH, right, Alcide..because you were all, flirting?" Eric looked away and sipped from his bottle of water.
"Yeah, Bill looked like he wanted to murder me when he walked out and saw me holding you in the street! Imagine what he'd of done if I had Kissed You!"
"HAHA!" Even Sookie flinched at her horrible fake-laugh. "OH, that would have been crazy! Kissing, that's just, well that's just...silly." Sookie let out her breathe as she trailed off, praying for a change in topic.
"Sookie, is there a reason why you're only eating salad?" Alcide and Eric stopped eating to check Sookie's plate. Honestly she had just been too preoccupied with her thoughts on Eric to serve herself any spaghetti. Eric was frowning and Sookie's cheeks burned red in shame, her Gran would have had a CONNIPTION if she had seen how rude Sookie was being towards the chef!
"Sorry! I wanted some, but Alcide took twenty years filling up his plate!" Everyone laughed so Sookie relaxed. "I'm actually surprised there's any left."
"Sorry about that Sookie," Alcide added sheepishly. He grabbed her plate from in front of her and began to serve her some of Eric's signature dish. "Better serve ya' some now before I get around to eating Seconds!" She chuckled and thanked him with a nod as he set down the plate.
The first bite was orgasmic. What spices did he put into his sauce? She was sure that spaghetti was spaghetti and it couldn't be that different from her own, right? Wrong. Whatever she was eating was exploding with flavor. Sookie closed her eyes and moaned, savoring each moment with Eric's creation. If his food was this good, she wondered what else he could do to bring her more pleasure.
"That's a relief," Claude joined in after sipping his wine, "you certainly don't look like that kind of girl that would only eat a salad at dinner."
Sookie wasn't sure HOW to take that one. On the one hand, she was insulted, what else could he have meant? It was a total Dig on her Figure. So she had some meat on her bones! Sookie's eyes still narrowed at him, but she decided not to jump the gun and accuse him of common douche-baggery.
Sookie forked another mouthful of her delicious meal into her mouth, a hearty portion of noodles and meat, and Mewled exaggeratedly to show Claude just how much she enjoyed food, not just Vegetation during dinner. Eric groaned and her eyes snapped to his. His face seemed to express a slightly pained expression, but luckily none of the guys noticed. She slurped a lone noodle between her puckered lips childishly before the playful smack-talking with Claude began.
Eric had to look away. He focused on the kitchen's light fixture across the room, anything was better than listening to her moan and staring at Sookie's perfect mouth. God that mouth... he shivered remembering how fantastic her lips felt against his own.
"I love eating salad," Claude raised his eyebrows to her, almost as if asking 'Is that a fact?'. She nodded and continued, "actually, I've got an embarrassing story. Now I'm from a small town in Louisiana, and our dining options were few and far between, but one day, my brother's friend asked me to join him for a meal in the city an hour away from home! Of course I said yes, so there we were at this fancy restaurant and they asked if I wanted a Super Salad. That sounded great so I shouted "SURE!", so the waitress stared at me puzzled for a while before repeating soup OR salad. I'd never been more humiliated.
I went with the salad of course, and it was just a tiny dinky-thing. -So disappointing when I had my heart set on a Super Salad! Look at me, I'm a growing girl! So now I'm terrified to order a salad at restaurants. If they're just gonna be those tiny portions, I might damn near Starve To Death!"
The guys all laughed and dinner seemed to fly by without a hitch. Sookie was having an amazing time. It turns out, getting the rest of her things from Bill's place felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She found herself incredibly grateful for her meddling roommates. Eric and Sookie relaxed enough to seem normal in front of the others, but still couldn't muster up the words to speak to one another.
When the meal ended (-er Alcide finished off the rest of the pasta) Sookie tried to help Eric clear away the dishes, but Claude whisked her away to dance near the living room. He twirled and dipped her romantically while Alcide clapped and cheered at their ballroom-like antics. As Claude pulled her close to him, he gave a theatrical snort and raised her arm high above her head to get a better whiff of Sookie.
"Good Lord, I KNEW you couldn't be the perfect woman, but I figured a lady of your caliber would at least take her hygiene seriously!"
Sookie was mortified. Sure, she hadn't had a chance to jump in the shower, but did he really have to call out her Funk like that in front of everyone? She could hear Alcide snicker behind them and couldn't bring herself to see Eric's reaction to Claude's remark, instead she slapped Claude's chest and laughed along with him.
"Well maybe if some people had given me a chance to bathe after working out this morning, my hygiene wouldn't be an issue! Instead y'all kidnapped me the minute I walked through that door!"
Claude spun her in the direction of the hall and slapped her ass. "Well no one is stopping you NOW sweetheart!"
Sookie stuck her tongue out at him and pulled her white tank top over her head as she walked past the dining room on her way to the shower. She was still wearing her black sports bra, a bra which covered more of her upper body than her bikini, but after seeing the slack-jawed look on Eric's face, she selfconsciously sprinted out of his sight towards the bathroom!
Eric busied himself with wiping down odds and ends in the kitchen...willing his erection away. He couldn't believe Sookie had whipped off her top right in front of him! Seeing her in just a black bra had him rock hard. Her nipples were hard underneath the silky looking fabric, and even the muscles of her stomach were a major turn on for him.
The other guys finally disappeared to their rooms since their main form of entertainment, Sookie, had started up the shower. Eric finally risked the walk to his room. Feeling much like a teenager, he scanned around the loft in search of an object (or possibly clothing) he could hold in front of himself to hide his boner. He had managed to calm down a bit since Sookie's mini-strip tease, but as he walked past the bathroom, the smell of her body wash and smooth sound of her voice singing in the shower caused his mind to wander. He internally fought himself from joining her under the warm water and somehow made it to his bedroom.
He took a seat on the small couch in front of his entertainment center and turned on his TV. Eric took a deep breath but couldn't focus on whatever was on, the only thing on his mind was the thought of Sookie naked with water rushing down those amazing curves.
He unzipped and began to stroke himself as he imagined her walking towards him, much like she did while wearing the tiny towel just days before. In his fantasy, she would drop to her knees and plead silently to take him in her mouth, he of course would offer no resistance, undoing his belt and easing his jeans to the floor.
He imagined her surprise at his impressive length and felt himself precum, dreaming of Sookie licking her lips hungrily at the sight of his raging hard on. She would crawl towards him and then tease him mercilessly with her soft pink tongue; still smiling innocently up at him. She'd offer him a quick wink before engulfing his member deep into her mouth, making throaty moans as she swallowed his cock as much she could manage. He groaned and smiled at her encouragingly. So she couldn't deep throat like a porn-star, practice makes perfect.
Sookie would then trail her fingertips up his chest to lightly trace his nipples as she continued to work his meat. His knees would shake and occasionally buckle due to her minstrations, but he'd manage to stay standing awaiting the amazing orgasm she was determined to suck right out of him.
He began to pump himself furiously as he envisioned how warm and wet her mouth would be.
((meanwhile)) Sookie couldn't help but over-think Eric's silence. Was he going to ignore her forever? It tore her up inside, fighting with him. They just got along so well, even the way they'd joke together felt natural, like they had known each other for years.
Nope, Sookie couldn't stand back and let him shut her out. They could talk things out like adults... That thought alone made her face palm herself. EARLIER, she had told Eric they could talk things out, but all she did was tell him what She thought they should do.
Honestly, she was afraid! It was too soon to jump into a relationship with anyone, and Eric just wasn't the relationship type of guy! Even if she gave in and he gave her one night of amazing sex (she was Positive the sex would be the best she'd ever have, c'mon! Look at the guy!), he'd probably never speak to her again. Based on how he reacted to them just kissing, anything more would make living together impossible.
Still, Sookie was ashamed of herself. Her profession was all about listening and she honestly never gave Eric a chance to speak. She could have at least asked him to explain his actions! Nope, she just jumped the gun because she was nervous and still overwhelmed by his kiss. Never once did she consider he might have a different opinion or maybe another game plan for how to act around the rest of the roommates.
With that thought in mind, Sookie quickly brushed out her wet blonde hair, threw on an oversized t-shirt and a pink pair of panties with music notes across them, and tip-toe Sprinted down the hall and burst through Eric's door.
"Eric, I messed up earlier, all I did waaaa-!"
"SOOKIE, WHAT THE FUCK?"
-Sookie was shocked... Eric was to her left, leaned back in his mini-living room, pants around his ankle, dick in hand with thick gobs of cum over one hand while the other held his (ENORMOUS) member! His T shirt had been lifted up over his God-Like stomach and exposed one of his sexy nipples. There were streams of white up over his chest and lots actually managed to land on his shirt.
She was frozen, momentarily, why didn't she have the decency to knock? Gran would tan her hide if she-Nope. Sookie couldn't even complete the thought. She stood there practically hypnotized by Eric's cock, eyes bugging out of her skull.
When she finally trailed her eyes up Eric she felt the extreme heat of blood rushing to her face in embarassment. He was holding his breath and the look on his face was a mix of Anger, Confusion, Surprise, and he even seemed Nervous by the way his eyebrows furrowed.
She stood there for what felt like hours but was actually just a matter of seconds before she jumped back out of his room, slamming his bedroom door, and let out a Giggle/EEP sort of Yelp, or laugh?
What. The fuck?
