I DON'T OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE SOUTHERN VAMPIRE MYSTERIES OR ANY RESEMBLANCE THERE OF.

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Chapter 8 - Paradise

(Sookie POV)

I woke up before Eric did. We were in the same position as when we had fallen asleep. My head on his chest, I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart beat. I hadn't slept that well in a long time. Something had clicked and it felt right. My mind, although getting used to my new found "ability," wasn't a mess of rambling thoughts. It was at ease. I felt confident and pretty, and more like me than I had since Gran died. Slowly, I lifted my head and moved my leg until I was next to him, propped on my arm, just admiring the view.

Slowly and quietly, I crept out of the bed and to the bathroom down the hall, not wanting to wake him. Turns out I didn't have to tip-toe. The man slept like the dead. I dropped two pans in the kitchen and yelped when I burnt myself trying to make coffee with an espresso maker that only had Italian instructions on it, and he didn't even stir once. Bread to be toasted and eggs ready to be scrambled (really, is there anything yuckier than cold eggs?), I went in to wake sleeping beauty.

He was still on his back, arms splayed out, soundly asleep. I wasn't sure if I should wake him or not, but one look at his body gave me a better idea. I crawled back on the bed, wedged myself between his legs, and took his already firm member, (thank you morning wood!), into my mouth. He was big – really big – and I'm no porn star, so there wasn't any deep throating happening, but Quinn didn't call me "Hoover" for nothing. I had suction skills – vacuum sealed suction skills – and it was those skills that were waking up Eric.

I didn't hear anything at first, but I felt a warm hand on the back of my head. He just rested it there, feeling me moving up and down his shaft. When I grazed his tip with my teeth, he moaned. Awake, he grew harder in my mouth, making me moan. I kept at it, sucking hard, making the vacuum more intense and getting a whole collection of noises from Eric. I knew he was close when his hips rose into me, trying to push further into my mouth. I did the best I could, gagging a little as his head reached closer to the back of my throat. I sped up and used my teeth knowing that he liked it now. A few more passes, and his hands stopped my head from moving. He bucked into me as he came. I let him burst in my mouth and let it all trickle down my throat.

When he finally let go of my head and I looked up to see him, he looked like a boy on Christmas morning.

"Feel free to wake me up like that anytime you want."

"Hmmm, morning Eric," I said as I crawled next to him.

"Morning Sookie," he said, somehow making the simple words the sexiest in the English language.

"I must have done something right last night to deserve a still naked Sookie sucking my cock as a wakeup call."

"Maybe you did. But check the ego please."

"Old habit."

"I'm going to have to work on my attack plan for the future."

"Why's that?"

"Just remember to check the ego ok?"

"I'll try."

"You're too big for my mouth."

"I'll help you train if you want…"

"What would training involve?"

"Vegetables, dildo's, and practice."

I laughed, "Sounds like the freakiest self-help book ever made." He laughed, kissed me, and shot out of bed.

"I need a shower, and then it seems to me that someone needs some clothes? Something about being in a huge, terrible, very big rush to find me and leaving everything behind?"

"Ego Eric, ego…"

"I said I'd try, not that I'd succeed."

"Fine. You shower and I'll scramble eggs."

"Just promise you'll still be naked when I get out. I just like looking at those perfect breasts."

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

Eric got in the shower and I went to scramble the eggs. He met me at the kitchen counter, wearing a pair of white linen pants, no shirt, and his hair still wet and slicked back. DEAR. FRIGGIN. LORD. He looked like a Calvin Klein ad come to life. I think I might have drooled. Brining my jaw back up from the ground to join the rest of my body, I passed him a plate with toast and eggs. He leaned in to kiss my neck and I took in his scent. He smelled like the ocean.

After breakfast, I got dressed, and Eric put on a shirt much to my dismay. Eric showed me how to use the espresso machine, which was more complicated than I thought it had to be, and kissed my poor burnt finger. After a quick cleanup, we went into town so I could get some much needed clothing. We wandered about, jumping from store to store, getting a dress here, sandals there, and a few bikinis; Eric was particularly helpful during that search. We stopped along the road to get some gorgeous looking fruits and some fresh caught fish and made our way back to the house.

I threw all the bags on the bed, grabbed a new string bikini and a wrap (Eric called it a Pareo), threw on some flip flops, and walked back into the living room.

"Beach time! I've been in Puerto Rico for over a day and still haven't been in the water."

Eric laughed, "True, give me a minute." He walked back to the bedroom, and came back out in his swim trunks.

"Oh thank god, I was sort of worried being European you might wear one of those Speedo things."

"I have one if you'd like me to change?"

"Oh dear lord, you do not!"

"No. But I think I have to get one now, if only to see your reaction."

"Don't even think of it Eric Northman."

We walked to the back door and in the closet grabbed two beach towels and the umbrella, which I had no intention of sitting under. I was desperate for some sun to feed my addiction. We jumped into the jeep and five minutes later, we were down the hill and walking onto one of the most gorgeous beaches I had ever seen. Beautiful aqua water, cool sand, palm trees, a slight breeze… paradise. I took off the Pareo, and parked myself face first onto the towel. Having left the umbrella in the car, he sat next to me and slapped my ass before lying down. I faked a shocked look, but really, it felt great.

"Couldn't help myself, it was begging me to touch it."

There was hardly anyone on the beach, so I undid the ties to my top, and let them fall to my side. I could feel Eric's body heat as he lay on his stomach to join me.

He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Do you have any idea how impossibly sexy you are? All I want to do is flip you over to suck and fondle."

Those familiar chills rushed down my spine. When he spoke like that, it drove me crazy. A minute later, his hand was traveling down my back and stopped just at my bikini bottoms. First, his finger found its way under the fabric, then another. Finally, his entire hand was on my ass, squeezing and driving me insane. "Eric," I said half moaning.

"I think it's time for a dip in the water."

"But…" I began to protest.

"Just trust me Sookie."

His hand moved back up my back, making me miss it something awful. He found the straps to my bikini top, tied them tightly, and helped me up. Hand-in-hand, we made our way to the water. The water was perfect – just cool enough to be pleasant. The water was calm, with only baby-waves coming to shore. Still not sure why I was torn away from my lovely massage, Eric picked me up and walked me into the ocean, deeper and deeper. I knew we were fairly deep when the water was up to his chest. It would have been over my head by then.

He stopped. "Wrap your arms around me." I did. Then he untied the tie around my torso, and my bikini top floated up, exposing my breasts to the cool water. He turned us so that my back was to the shore, hiked me higher, and took my left nipple into his mouth. He bit down and gently rolled my nipple between his teeth.

"Damn."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," I said desperately and Eric continued to nibble.

"I've wanted to do that all day," he said before he switched to my other breast.

He lifted his head and dropped me down slightly.

His hand found its way to my hips, and as he pulled at the bow, he whispered "I'm going to make you come now Sookie."

All I could do was nod. As the fabric of the bottoms fell away from my left hip, Eric's hand found its way to my entrance. He traced my slit before he plunged his finger into me. I gasped at the strength of the thrust. When he started pumping in and out of me, it was all I could not to scream out his name.

"You like it when I finger you, don't you."

"Yes."

"I want you to come for me," he said as he moved his finger to my clit and began rubbing.

He knew exactly where to touch. When I felt his strong fingers, I bit down on his shoulder, stifling my yelp. He growled at the bite. "I want to fuck you so badly right now," he said. "Come for me Sookie," he said again.

He wasn't gentle and his strong fingers rubbed over my clit with force. It almost burned, it was so intense. "Come," he said again. "I want to feel you coming for me." Between his words and his fingers, I was helpless, and it didn't take much longer until I could feel myself tensing, and my breathing quickened. "That's right, now come for me, Sookie." I shook and came for him.

He retied my top as he started walking back to the shore. As soon as I could stand, I retied my bottoms, and he led me back to the beach.

"Eric what's the rush?" but he didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed our towels and my wrap and made it back to the car. "Eric!" Instead of answering me, he grabbed my hand and put it in his lap.

He was rock hard. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to "fuck me badly." As soon as we were back on the hill and parked, we ran to the house laughing like horny teenagers. In the bedroom, Eric threw the bags on the floor and took off his trunks, letting his stunning erection free. I untied my suit, letting it fall to the floor as he unwrapped a condom he took from the dresser drawer. Eric stalked toward me like a lion and pushed me on the bed.

He was a crazed animal. He thrust into me, hissing as he went. "Fuck," he said as he rammed into me. It hurt, but it hurt soooo gooood. I was like a rag doll underneath him, his strong body had its way with me, and I went along with the ride. It didn't take long before I came for him. It rushed through me with force, triggering his orgasm as he called out my name. He collapsed next to me, breathing heavily. He took my hand in his and weakly brought it toward his lips, and kissed. I smiled. When his breathing calmed and he could speak, he apologized to me.

"You'll be sore later."

"It was worth it. You'll just have to make it all better somehow."

"That's a promise."

The rest of the day we nibbled on food and each other. We took jumps in the pool and mostly talked. He told me about his sister Pam. I told him about Tara and even my good-for-nothing brother. He told me about Ina. I told him about Bill. I had to admit his ex was a horrendous bitch; mine was just boring… like watching paint dry boring. Of course, at the time I didn't realize it. He was my first love, but in the end, I think I liked the idea of him more than I actually like being with him. I broke up with him. He didn't take it well. I told Eric about how months after we broke up, Bill would show up at my house, trying to find something to do, just to see me again. It sounds sweet, but it got really creepy after a while. It wasn't until he got laid again, (by someone else), that he stopped bothering me.

Eric talked honestly about his ex, Ina. She really broke him. Not only did she use him for his money, but then she ran away and in the ultimate Soap Opera move, married her dentist. I mean really, if you're going to be a calculating, heartless, bitch, at least be original. He laughed when I said that, and followed it with, "You and Pam are going to get along just fine."

Every once in a while I would catch something he was thinking, but it wasn't in English. He told me he was thinking in Swedish on purpose. He wasn't ready for me to have full access to his head just yet. I could respect that. After dinner, we cleaned up, watched a little TV, and I say a little because it was all in Spanish of course, and then climbed into bed. I curled up next to him as I had the night before and fell asleep breathing in the ocean breezes.

(Eric POV)

After she fell asleep, I snuck out of bed. I couldn't sleep. Something kept nagging at me. She could hear my thoughts. In fact she was so attuned to her new gift that I had to start thinking in Swedish. If she could hear thoughts, did that mean I really could fly? It was nuts, although nothing about the situation wasn't. I headed towards the side of the house, and walked along the edge of the pool. If I was going to fall, it would only be in water. I walked to the end of the diving board and let my toes hang off the edge. Not sure what to do next, I put my arms in the air like Superman, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and jumped as high as I could.

When I opened my eyes, I realized I had cleared the trees around the pool! That had to have been at least two or three stories high! I was in the air, I really was! I felt myself hover in the air. It was amazing! It was also only for a moment before I realized that, like some old Bugs Bunny cartoon, I was very quickly falling back toward the pool. I closed my eyes, plugged my nose, and splashed ass-first into the deep-end.

A/N:

I don't have much to say today except, readers you are wonderful! Really, I am so encouraged by your responses, so keep them coming please!

By far my favorite typo from this week that my faboo beta HopeStreet found was "The water was CLAM, with only baby-waves coming to shore." I almost kept the mistake in…