I DON'T OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE SOUTHERN VAMPIRE MYSTERIES OR ANY RESEMBLANCE THERE OF.
GUYSIES, I HAVE GOTTEN SO MANY QUESTIONS AND REQUESTS FOR SOOK AND ERIC TO JUST MEET ALREADY! YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TRUST ME AND WAIT JUST A FEW MORE CHAPTERS. ITS GONNA BE ALL KINDS OF FUN WHEN IT HAPPENS, BUT BARE WITH ME JUST A LONGER OK?
Chapter 4 – Nudes
Tara showed up just about 20 minutes later and I told her everything. She was thrilled that I finally got rid of Quinn, she always called him the-one-night-stand-that-lasted-too-long, and was dying to meet Alcide. She knew about the Herveaux's as well and was mightily impressed that I was going on a date with Louisiana high brow. We made wardrobe choices, (another dress, but this one was black, with a deep v and shiny red belt, matching wrap and a pair of red espadrilles that wrapped around my ankle), ate tons of junk, and then got stupid-drunk.
Tara called JB in a drunken stupor past midnight and told him she was "houseSookbed." We both passed out on the bed soon after. That night I dreamt of him again, the tall handsome blonde, Eric. I was in his arms, the Mediterranean light pouring in from the balcony windows. He kissed my forehead, "Good Morning, lover," he whispered to me. We were tangled in each other, still naked from the night before.
"I'm afraid your dress and under things are…"
"In a large pile at the foot of the bed?"
"Yes. I'll have Francesca get you something to wear for the time being."
"Alright, but not yet please. Just stay here with me like this a bit longer."
"For as long as you'd like, my love."
We stayed there, wrapped around each other for another hour or so, listening to Venice wake up around us. Finally, we separated.
"What will you tell them?"
"Tell who?"
"The servants, the help? What will you tell them about me?"
"I pay them enough to not have to justify myself to them."
"Eric, if we're to be married, then I'll be the lady of the household. I'd much rather not have them whispering about me behind my back thank you."
"You're right. I'll fire them, we can find new staff."
"Eric! That's not what I meant!"
"I'll tell them that the new Lady of the household has arrived and that we were married last week in London."
"Does that satisfy you?"
"Yes. Thank you… but what about my clothes?"
"You're sense of propriety is suffocating. I'll say your trunk was ruined at sea."
With that, he got dressed, took my dress from the floor, and left the room. A few minutes later a very large, short woman arrived with a large tray of food in her hands. I immediately covered myself with the covers, cursing Eric for not having warned me that someone was coming. She left as soon as the tray was on the table in the corner. Eric followed shortly after. Before I could chastise him however, he came to the bedside, lifted me in his arms, twirled me about the room, and let me down on the chair by the table.
"Eat, we need our strength," he said, then smiled at me. If I hadn't been so hungry, I might have scolded, but instead, I kept my mouth shut and ate. He wouldn't take his eyes off of me the entire time.
"You're staring, it isn't polite," I said playfully.
"My apologies lady," he said. "It's not every morning that I'm blessed with such a glorious sight at breakfast."
I could feel myself getting hotter with every sweep he made of my body. He took the lid of off the honey pot and dipped his finger in. Then he reached across the table, gave me a wicked grin, and spread the honey on my breast. At his touch, I stopped breathing. He got out of his chair, kneeled on the floor in front of me, and sucked his finger until it was free of honey. He placed his hands on my thighs and slowly inched his head closer to my chest. When he was finally close enough, he took my nipple in his mouth, and sucked, and licked, and nibbled the honey off of me.
When he was done with the first breast, he dipped his finger in the pot again, and lavished the same attention on the other. "Sookie," he repeated over and over in between sucks, like a prayer. I was in agony, there was a strong pulsing in-between my legs, my body was aching for him again. He wasn't finished, however. Dipping his finger into the honey again, he traced a line from my knee to my sex in the sweet stuff. He then proceeded to trace the line over with tiny little kisses and long licks from his tongue. I was slick with moisture and I couldn't keep myself from shifting in the chair… desperate to find the friction I needed.
"Open your legs wider for me Sookie," he demanded.
Not even in my dreams could I imagine what happened next. With another dip of his finger, he placed the next line of honey along my sex from top to bottom. The feeling of his finger on my sex caused me to moan quietly and my head fall back. I could hardly believe that he would kiss and lick me there, but when I felt the warm heat of his mouth on me, I forgot my surprise and whimpered his name aloud.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he began his task of carefully ridding the honey from my sex. He licked from top to bottom and then nibbled his way back down making sure every drop was gone. When he paused at the top of my sex to suck at a bundle there, I thought I might burst. I had never felt so alive. My whole body felt as if it were on fire. He was relentless with his attention and when finally his tongue entered me, I cried out and let go. He held on to my hips, keeping his head exactly where it was until I was finished and taking in gulps of air.
When his eyes met mine I blushed out of sheer shock and surprise at what had happened. He stood up, lifted my chin and said "never blush for me again. You're pleasure and happiness doesn't warrant embarrassment."
My heart melted even more for him. The knock on the door brought me back to the moment however. I walked to the bed and pulled the bed cover off and wrapped myself with it. Once covered, Eric walked to the door and opened it.
Standing there was a sweet looking girl with dark hair and eyes, holding a light blue dress in her arms; she couldn't have been more than 13. Eric proceeded to speak to her in Italian, a language I did not know, but hearing Eric speak it made me weak again. Eric walked over and told me that Francesca had run to the closest dress shop with my opera dress in hand and asked for any dress they had on hand one size larger. Francesca spoke no English, but did speak some French. When Eric left, Francesca helped me dress. I could hear what I now knew to be her thoughts running quickly through her brain. It was terribly surprising and all so new to me, adding to the confusion was the fact that the thoughts were all in Italian.
I would have to find a way to block my new found talent, or I was sure I'd go mad. In her broken French we had a small conversation, mostly consisting of her telling me how beautiful she thought my hair was, and how happy she was that the Signore had found a wife. When dressed, Francesca curtsied and left. The dress was simple but a nice light blue silk and fit decently enough.
When Eric came back in I was braiding my hair into a bun.
"Not perfect, but it will do," he said.
"Agreed."
"I think Ms. Stackhouse our first stop shall be Paris."
"Why Paris?"
"We do in fact need to be married and while I have no family to be spoken of, you do."
"You mean Grandmother?"
"Yes. And if I remember correctly, she liked me a great deal more than your Father did."
"Oh Eric!" I squealed excitedly. "When will we leave?"
"Tonight. The sooner I make you Mrs. Northman, the happier I'll be."
I woke up with a major headache but a huge smile on my face. I had grown to love the "Eric Nights" as I had started calling them. The water was running in the bathroom so I went to the kitchen to get some Advil and start the coffee. Tara opened the door a few minutes later wrapped in a towel her hands on her head. She sat on the couch and I passed her two Advil and some water. The coffee maker beeped and I dragged my feet over to pour us some cups. After a second cup, we were both human enough to speak.
"Morning sunshine," she said.
"Morning. Remind me again why we ever drink?"
"It always sounds like a good idea at the time?" I nodded slowly in agreement. She got up, went to the bedroom and slipped on her clothes. "JB is coming over to pick me up in a few. He was at his art class."
"Art class? He's painting now?"
"God no, the only things he's good at are looking good and loving me, you know that."
I laughed, it was true. "So what's with art class?"
"He gets a decent chunk of change to pose nude."
"Really?" I sounded more surprised than I actually was. Even I would pay to look at JB naked for an hour. "How much is a decent chunk of change?"
"Depending on the class, and where it is, anywhere from $60-$150 per."
"That is good."
"Interested? I know they're always looking for people to drop their undies."
"No… no. No."
"You sure about that? That wasn't too convincing."
"Tara, I might have moved to the big, bad city, but I'm still a good country girl inside." Just then the buzzer rang. "Hello?"
"It's JB," I buzzed him in. When JB walked in, he took Tara in his arms and kissed her.
"Ready T?"
"I was just telling Sook here about the art classes. I think she's interested."
"Oh yeah? Hey Sook that would awesome! They just asked if I knew someone who would pose with me for the next class."
"JB thanks, but really I don't even look at myself naked."
"Come on Sook, you'll be with me."
"That doesn't help JB, but thanks."
"$150 a pop?"
"No foolin'?" That got my attention. "So how many creepy guys would I have to keep off of me?" Both Tara and JB laughed. I was completely confused. "What? What's so funny?"
"Sook, JB's gonna have a harder time than you Sugar. If the guys aren't gay, then their too interested in their art to care about you."
Hmmm… really? Well that was a different story wasn't it? $150 for an hour of posing naked in front of some gay guys with the ever so lovely JB? It was sounding better and better.
"JB, you promise not to leave my side right? Just in case, I don't want the one pervy guy hitting on me."
"Scouts honor Sookie," he said holding up his right arm and putting his left hand on the wrong side of his chest. God bless the sweet, clueless hunk.
"I can't believe I'm doing this, poor Gran's probably spinning in her grave. Where and when JB?"
After he gave me the address and timem Tara and JB left. I neatened up a bit, had some lunch, watched a bad movie on TV, and then got ready for Alcide. I kept my hair down, put on some red lip gloss and was ready just as Alcide rang my bell. I grabbed my bag and walked out the door.
(Eric POV)
I woke up and I swore I could still taste the honey on my lips. What a dream. She was so receptive to my touch, so ready to let me take her. When I told her I couldn't wait to make her my wife, I meant it. I did. I wanted her to be Mrs. Northman. But it was just a dream and when I woke up, I felt truly alone. Loneliness was something I hadn't felt in a long time. A very long time.
Years ago I followed a girl to New York… Ina. She was my everything. We were sweethearts in school. I wanted to go the Olympics, I was a talented Track and Field athlete. I could jump high, run fast, and of course had excellent stamina. I trained at the best gym in Copenhagen, my parents spared no expense. My sister Pam warned me about Ina, she said she was after the family money, she didn't care for me all, and she would ruin my dreams. I didn't listen and my parents were always too busy entertaining or traveling to care.
Once High School was finished, I focused all my energy on my training. Ina didn't like that. She said I was ignoring her. She said she would find someone who would pay attention to her, someone who actually loved her. I was torn. I had wanted the Olympics since I was a child… but the man in me wanted Ina. When I was ready for the Olympic tryouts, every one of my coaches knew I would make the team. The Olympic coaches began speaking to me as if it were already decided, I would be going to the Olympics, I would fulfill my dream.
Ina didn't see it that way, though. She said she knew I would leave her if I went through with it all. She gave me an ultimatum, it was her or the Olympics, I couldn't have both. The rest is pathetic. I followed her to New York, forgetting my own dreams for hers. When we got here, things were wonderful for a short time. Then she accused me of cheating on her, (which I wasn't), and not spending enough time with her, (which I was). Eventually, she told me she made a mistake, that she never actually loved me at all, that I was a fool, and then she left me for her Dentist. I wish all of that were a lie, and that it didn't sound like the utter cliché that it was. But it's not, and it is, and I was angry and ruined, and alone.
Everyone back home begged me to get back into shape, it wasn't too late for to go to the next Olympics, and they were right, it wasn't. My heart wasn't in it anymore, though. It was as if all the passion I had, seeped out of me. A year later, my parents died in a plane crash off of the coast of Vietnam. I became very wealthy and very depressed overnight. The only person who was able to get me out of my funk was Pam. She moved to New York and together we opened our first club. When I became bored with that one, I opened another. When clubs were too dull for me, I opened a bar, then a restaurant, then back to clubs. Pam and I became even wealthier, and instead of drowning in booze or drugs, I lost myself in women and New York's nightlife.
I thought my life was perfect. To the outside world, maybe it was. But since the dreams about that girl, Sookie, nothing seemed right anymore. My life was successful, but frivolous. Pam chalked my gloominess up to turning 30 shortly, I told her she was probably right, maybe she was. Pam was only two years younger than me and she was doing fine, she loved her life. But then again, she wasn't having dreams about a woman who made life seem brighter, who made me feel more alive than I had in years… even if she were only a dream.
Just when I was feeling particularly awful I got a call from an old friend.
"Hello sexy," said the voice on the line.
"Hello Lafayette, when I saw the number I thought it was Niall."
"You'll have to make to do with fabulous little old me instead."
Lafayette was the latest in the long line of boyfriends that my dear friend Niall had collected over the years. I met Niall when I first came to New York. I was in a bar waiting for Ina when a very elegant attractive men, dressed impeccably, floated over to me. He looked like he belonged in another time and place, he was wearing a white linen suit and shirt, and had managed to stay completely unwrinkled, a lesson taught to him by the Shah of Iran he told me. I'm never sure if his stories are real or not, but it doesn't matter, and it didn't matter then either, he was charming and wonderful company.
He sat next to me and said "you're one of the most stunning men I've seen in a very long time, I'd like to ask you back to my apartment."
He was so gentlemanly about it I didn't have the heart to just brush him off. Instead I thanked him and told him I was expecting my girlfriend at any moment. He surprised me again and invited her along too! Ina and I didn't go home with him of course, but from then on an unlikely friendship formed. When my parents died, he was there to comfort me, when Pam and I opened our first club, he was there on opening night. He became the Grandfather I never knew and he had some uncanny way of knowing when I needed his advice.
Niall was getting on in years, but he hadn't lost his taste for handsome young men. Lafayette was a surprise, though. He was a larger than life black man with an outward flamboyance that Niall usually shied away from. Lafayette was older than the men Niall usually went out with, but he was just as handsome. Most of Niall's companions came and went when they got bored or wanted someone younger. It had been four years since Lafayette and Niall had met and they were still together. I never quite understood their attraction to each other, but Lafayette was a good man to spite all the theatrics, and he made Niall happy.
"So, Pamela," Lafayette always called everyone by their full name, "told us that you were in some kind of funk."
"Pam exaggerates."
"Mhmm, something tells me she's not this time."
"If you're going to set me up again Lafayette, forget it, the last time was a disaster."
"No, lesson learned I've stopped playing cupid amongst you straight peoples, too complicated. I was actually calling to invite every yummy six-foot-four inches of you of you to dinner tomorrow."
"Lafayette that's very nice, but really, I'm fine."
"Now don't make me get Niall to beg, you know how undignified that is."
"Okay, okay, fine. What time?"
"7:30, and do me a favor?"
"Yes," I knew what the "favor" was. It was always the same and by then it was just something I was used to.
I nodded my head knowingly to myself as he said, "wear something tight, I just love that Viking-ass of yours."
A/N
Ok, so tell me you still like me please!
Writers, even us lowly fan fic writers, are emotional creatures and need constant encouragement!
By the way, that one step closer to Sookie and Eric finally meeting is coming up next!
