I DON'T OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE SOUTHERN VAMPIRE MYSTERIES OR ANY RESEMBLANCE THERE OF.
QUICK LANGUAGE LESSON, 'LORT' MEANS SHIT IN DANISH. 'FAEN' MEANS DAMN.
THANKS TO MS. HOPESTREET WHO HAS MADE IT VERY CLEAR TO ME THAT I MISSED THAT DAY IN SCHOOL WHEN THEY WENT OVER PROPER COMMA PLACEMENT.
Chapter 9 - Goa
(Sookie POV)
I woke up to the sun peeking through the curtains and warming my face. I stretched and yawned and turned to my side to find that Eric wasn't there. I didn't think much of it, so I took a shower, threw on some underwear and a sundress, and made my way to the kitchen for some coffee. Eric wasn't in the kitchen either. Odd I thought, but I went out to the porch to admire the morning sun instead of thinking about it. Twenty minutes later, still no Eric. Of course, I couldn't help but thinking about where the hell he was. I wasn't worried exactly, but I was a little peeved that he didn't even leave me a note saying he had left.
I was getting more and more streamed by the minute when I picked something up in my head. It wasn't words so much as a sound. I heard a loud splashing sound, like someone had dropped something heavy, something like a concrete block, into a pool. I heard it again, followed by a loud moan of pain. I wasn't sure what to make of it, but it was getting louder the more I concentrated on it. It just kept repeating. I was obviously hearing someone's thoughts, but I didn't know who or where. I got up and slowly made my way around the side of the house, knowing that no one was inside.
I tiptoed towards the pool, not sure if I shouldn't have just stayed put. What if I were hearing a burglar or something? Of course, like the curious chick I am, I had to keep going. When I got past the first wave of shrubbery, I could see a pair of long legs dangling off of a lounge chair. I knew those long legs and walked quietly towards them. There, lying on the lounge chair by the side of the pool, splayed out like a chicken, was Eric… naked and very obviously asleep.
He didn't seem to be resting peacefully though. Every time I heard that splash followed by that moan in my head, he twitched. I watched for another minute before I couldn't take it anymore and knelt beside the chair to nudge him awake. I didn't want to startle him too much, so I gently put my hand on his head, brushed his forehead with my thumb, "Eric, wake up." He stilled at my touch and his mind stopped splashing and moaning, but he didn't wake up. I rubbed his shoulder a little more forcefully, "Eric, come on sugar, wake up now."
His face started moving, and he squeezed his eyes tightly before opening one eye and looking at me. "Sookie?" he asked groggily as opened the other eye.
"Yes, Sleeping Beauty?"
He took a second to look around, and realizing where he was, he slowly started to sit up when he let out a loud "LORT!" I had no idea what it meant, but I was sure it wasn't "kittens." He stood up quickly, "Faen my back! What the hell is that?" He turned so I could see his back and I couldn't help but giggle. He had slept on the lounge chair all night and the impression of the plastic had been etched into his skin… it looked like a very elaborate, very red, and very painful tattoo.
"Well that's what you get for sleeping on a pool chair all night! Come on, follow me." I took his hand and without protest, he followed me back into the house. Once in the bedroom, I told him to lie down on his stomach. I went to the bathroom and looked for the cocoa butter I knew I had seen before. I found it under the sink and went back to my patient. I squirted some lotion on his back and as gingerly as I could, started rubbing it in. He winced at first, but relaxed after a few moments.
"Now, you gonna tell me why you fell asleep out there and naked at that?"
"You'll laugh."
"I already have."
"Okay then," he paused for a second, leaving me in curious mode when he said something I wasn't expecting. "I tried to fly." I stopped rubbing and took in what he said. "Sookie?"
"Sorry," I said snapping out of it and getting back to the cocoa butter. "What happened?"
"I got on the diving board and jumped as hard as I could," he started, hanging on every word. "I got higher than I thought possible. I cleared the trees Sookie! I actually made it past the palms! It was amazing, I felt weightless! I felt like I could jump to the stars if I wanted!"
"Then what?"
"I looked down, freaked myself out, and fell ass-first into the pool."
He seemed to be amused by this. He chuckled as he said it, but I wasn't amused. "Eric! Dammit you could have really hurt yourself!"
"If you haven't noticed, I did."
"Please, a little plastic-burn is nothing! You could have broken a limb or hit your head or…"
"Sookie, I get it."
"You promised me you wouldn't do that!"
"I promised you I wouldn't jump off the cliff and I didn't. You're ignoring the fact that for a minute there, I almost did it! I almost flew!"
"Eric, you listen to me good okay? If you kill yourself so soon after having just found me, so help me god, I'll never forgive you! I don't care if you flew to China and back, get it?"
He laughed, "Is someone getting attached?"
"Don't tease me Eric Northman. I am dead serious!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. No teasing, no daring jumps, nothing that could kill me… for now."
"Eric!"
"Fine. Nothing that could kill me period."
"Thank you," I said calming down. "Now get dressed. I'll make you some fresh coffee," I said this a little more sharply than I had intended.
"No kiss?"
"I have coffee breath."
"Weak excuse. You're still upset with me."
"Maybe that's because I woke up this morning and you weren't there. You weren't anywhere and there was no note or anything. And then I heard your mind splashing and groaning over and over again. That's when I found you naked and splayed out like a dead chicken by the pool. Then you tell me you went and did something stupid, and FYI, yes, I am sore from last night! Really sore, and being scared that you might do something bone-headed again doesn't help matters!" I huffed.
"Are you finished?" he asked calmly. Damn his Nordic-fucking-calm.
I took a deep breath. Maybe I was overreacting just a little. But he was right; I was getting attached. And it was a little quicker and a little stronger than I had expected. "Yes," I said sheepishly.
"Then come here." He sat on the edge of the bed and opened his arms.
I walked over and straddled him, resting my head on his chest and placing my arms carefully around him.
"I promise not to do anything bone-headed without your express permission first, alright?"
"Alright."
"I want that kiss now." I raised my head from his chest and kissed him. His lips were perfect – fleshy and firm. I got little shivers down my spine. "Lovely," he said when we came for air.
"Mmm, I'll get some coffee started," a smile creeping on my face.
"I'll get dressed," he said, "carefully."
(Eric POV)
I wasn't expecting her to be so upset. It was adorable though. It also meant that she was starting to care for me. Ever since I dreamt of her, she had managed to chip away at the ice around my heart. After finding her, kissing her, being inside her, I knew if she let me, I could be one of the warm blooded again. Although I loved Ina, (or thought I did), she never worried for me. She never made me coffee. She never would have rubbed my back with cocoa butter. Sookie, with her big heart and good intentions, was such an instinctual creature.
I thought of all this as my burning back was finally calming. I washed my face, brushed my hair and got dressed. I headed over to the kitchen where there was coffee and toast awaiting me. When had anyone ever cared enough to make me coffee and toast? Not even my Mother. She didn't know where the kitchen was – she hired people to make toast. I sat down at the counter and realized that not only had Sookie put butter and marmalade on my toast, but she had also cut it diagonally, just as I liked it. I took a sip of coffee. She had gotten that right too – cream, no sugar. She smiled and winked at me as she bit her toast. Was it too early to say I loved her?
"So what would you like to do today?"
"I think I'd like to enjoy the beach."
"Are you implying that we didn't enjoy it yesterday?"
She smiled again, "I think you know what I mean Eric."
"Yes, lover, I do."
After breakfast, we slipped into our suits. Sookie wore the red polka dot bikini that I chose – the one that made me want to do lick her up and down… delectable. We made our way to the beach. This time we set up the umbrella and made ourselves comfortable. The breeze on the beach was perfect and no sooner had we laid down, her head on my chest, her leg resting over mine, that we fell asleep to the sounds of the waves. I dreamt of India for the first time.
Sookie and I had been living in India for a little over a year. We had tried for children, but there was no luck. We had a beautiful house, a staff we trusted, and business was going very well. Everything was perfect. As it was late in the summer and business had slowed, I decided a trip to the shore was in order. We hadn't traveled very far from home since we had moved, and it seemed a shame to stay in the city where it was hottest when we could be cooler by the ocean.
A fellow merchant and friend, Smithson, offered us his house in Goa on the beach for the month of August, seeing as how he and his family would be traveling to Italy. I had Sookie find an appropriate gift as thanks and we brought the silver tea service she had found with us. It was going to be a long trip and I booked a private car on the train. Smithson said his coach would meet us at the station. Two days later, we reached Goa. The house was yet another hour away, so we settled in and enjoyed what turned out to be a rather beautiful trip.
Glimpses of the ocean teased us on the way. The breezes tickled our faces as we drove past. The smells and colors and even the sun were all different here. It smelled of salt, everything was green, and the sun was softer. When we reached the house, which was a palace to be sure, every door and window was open, and every curtain was billowing in the breeze. The beach beckoned us and we answered in kind, shedding as much clothing as possible, and exploring the shore barefoot. Although I was attired in nothing but trousers and my shirt, Sookie wore her skirts and stays and boning, despite my begging her to remove them. I was able to get her to enjoy the waves, but only up to her ankles… damned English propriety.
As the sun set, we made our way back to the house, where Smithson's cook had prepared a meal of the freshest seafood and fruit for us. We were in a paradise and took full advantage. Our days were filled with reading, walking, eating, naps, and our bed.
One night I woke to find Sookie in nothing but her nightgown, standing by the window staring out into the night. The breeze blew the fabric against her body, showing me the shape of her breasts, the smallness of her waist. Her hair was down her back, and in the moonlight she looked less like a woman and more like a nymph.
I stood and walked to her, wrapping my arms about her waist. At first we were silent, but then, quietly, she said, "Will you come with me to the water? I want so desperately to feel the waves."
I took her hand and led her through the dark and quiet house, and onto the beach. In nothing but her shift, we made our way to the water, enjoying the peace and quiet of night. She stepped into the water, letting the waves crash over her knees. She threw her head back and twirled about. She really was a nymph then.
She took my hand again and ventured in further, letting the waves crash over stomach. The wet linen adhered to her body, showing me every curve and shape she had. Her beautiful breasts bounced as she moved and her nipples pearled in the water, protruding from the linen like marbles. I followed her, smiling at her glee. She laughed with every wave, threw her hands above her head, and danced with the water. All I could do was stare with awe and delight at her joy. Finally she turned to me and wrapped her body about me. I walked in a little deeper and swung her around in the water. She was like a child, and I was mesmerized.
When finally our skin began to prune, we made our way out of the ocean. When we were on the shore, I took in the sight of her, dripping wet, linen clinging to her every crevice. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to lift that dripping fabric from her thighs, place her on the sand, and enter her. Instead, I kissed her and told her she never looked more stunning, and it was true. Then, as I wanted, I brought her to the sand, lifted her shift, and found myself thrusting into her. Her soft moans and wet skin were intoxicating. We reveled in each others bodies for what seemed like hours. When finally we untangled ourselves, the light was changing, and the stars were fading. We made our way quickly and quietly back to the house and fell asleep, still damp and covered with sand.
For every night we remained, we made our way to the beach in the middle of the night. Sookie enjoying the waves, and myself just enjoying her. The house staff smiled and pretended as if nothing were out of the ordinary. And when the cook commented on how much more beautiful Sookie was, how much good the ocean air was for her, we smiled, and thanked her. By the time September had reached us, the cook was convinced that Sookie was pregnant; she claimed the ocean air was the trick. It wasn't until we were back in Bombay and at the end of September that we realized that the cook was right.
We woke up at the same time.
"Sookie? Did you dream?"
"Yes. I danced in the waves..."
"In Goa." We kissed each other and slowly came out of our own little world. Sookie stood up, ran to the ocean, and dove in head-first. When she came up she waved for me to join her. I did. We didn't speak a word. Instead we held and kissed each other, letting the waves play with our bodies like rag dolls.
"Hungry?" she asked after a while. I nodded and we made our way to the towels where we ate and dried off in the sun.
It was late afternoon by the time we returned to the house. Our day in the sun had left us a shade or two darker, a little tired, and salty. We took off our suits and got in the shower, letting the water cool our skin. I could just make out the shape of Sookie's bikini… her breasts were slightly more pale than the rest of her. They begged for attention. I bent over and kissed each nipple, getting a little shiver from Sookie. As her head was bent back and she was washing the shampoo from her hair, I let my hand slip down and trace a line from her navel to her slit.
We switched positions and while I washed my hair, she retuned the favor. When I looked down, her pretty hand was stroking me. It was time to get out of the shower.
After toweling off, we stepped into the bedroom, and once on the bed, my hand found made its way down again. As I slipped two fingers inside, she winced.
"You ok?"
"Yes, just go slowly ok? Sore remember?"
Damn, that's right. I had attacked her last night. I knew she's be sore. I had also promised to make it up to her.
"Move back a bit," I asked. She shifted back a little. "Open up for me."
"Slowly ok?"
"Trust me." There would be no penetration tonight. I didn't want to hurt her. Instead, I placed a kiss on her right ankle. She giggled.
"Sorry, that tickled."
I put my hand on her shin and slowly moved it up until I reached that magic place on a woman's leg – the place that isn't quite thigh and not yet sex. It's the place that I could feel the heat from her on my face as I kissed her slightly damp flesh. She was amazing. Soft and fleshy, not like those anorexic sticks that walked around my clubs thinking they were so sexy. Sookie was sexy. Sookie was real. I moved my head into position, and blew on her slit, making her moan slightly and squirm. I did it again, and she squirmed again. She knew now what I was going to do for her.
Her fleshy mound was puffed up and ready for me. I licked her slit. She exhaled. Carefully, I pulled her lips apart and licked slowly from bottom to top, resting on the tip of her clit before removing my tongue. All I could hear were her erratic breaths. I knew how to push her over the edge, but first, I wanted to play. I plunged my tongue inside of her. Her hips bucked slightly, and when she came back down, she relaxed again. I let my tongue roam. I licked the sides of her walls, I plunged in and out. She was getting wetter, and I was l loving it.
When she went from squirms and breathes to twitches and moans, I knew she was ready. I pulled out my tongue and focused on her clit. Licking it over and over, creating as much friction as I could. She was so ready, and when I finally bit down on her bundle gently and nibbled, she lost her breath. She went stiff. Then suddenly, she called out my name, lowered her hips, and came for me… shaking the whole time. I raised my head, put my hands on her thighs, and let her ride it out.
When she finally came down, I was lying beside her, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
"Did I make it up to you?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
A/N:
Before I finish, I just wanted to give a shout out to some people…
Ed McMahon: a man who understood that being the loudest didn't mean being the funniest, I hope you went out smiling Eddie!
Farah Fawcett: she was a beauty, but more importantly, she had a good heart, was brave in the face of her pain, and left this world with grace.
Michael Jackson: although his choices were questionable and his life was undeniably sad, there is no doubt that without him, the music and entertainment world would have been different. He was an original and had moments of genius.
Billy Mays: he may have been the butt-end of jokes, but he took it all in stride and it made him a success. I know he left behind a beautiful little girl, a son, and a wife who all loved him very much. TV just won't be the same without his amazing beard.
