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

HOPE EVERYONE HAD A WONDERFUL 4TH! WE PAINTED THE BEDROOM. BORING? MAYBE… BUT IT LOOKS FANTABULOUS!

Chapter 10 - Flying

(Sookie POV)

Two weeks. Two amazing, sex-filled, beautiful, tan-a-rific, weeks. However reality was crashing into us on a daily basis. Pam had called Eric to say that she had to fire one of the bartenders who she discovered was stealing booze. When I finally turned my cell on and checked my messages, Tara had called four times, (mostly just giddy girl stuff and wanting to know how good the sex was), Quinn called me once ("miss you babe, I was an idiot, blah blah blah"), and Alcide had called, ready for this? Twenty-three times! I wish I were making that up – really, I stopped listening to them after about message number four.

I knew real life was calling, but I was afraid. What if everything that happened to us was no more real than our dreams? I was no fool. I knew the life Eric was walking back into, a life of gorgeous girls and amazing parties. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm a catch. I would go so far as to say I'm pretty fucking hot. That being said though, Eric was hotter, richer, and more powerful and could have any girl he wanted, and probably did. I'm a realist. Gran didn't raise no fool, and as great as I am, I didn't know if I could continue to be enough for him in the long run.

However, there was also a little voice in my head that said, "hut the hell up." That voice said, "he's tired of that world." He's said it over and over. He wants something real. He wants the small town girl from Bon Temps. He wants the comfort and the lack of bullshit you provide. He wants your non-model thighs and can't live without your charming sayings. Most of all, there was that big pink elephant in the room that just couldn't be denied. We had awakened something inside each other. That something couldn't be explained, but something had happened to us. I could hear people's thoughts and although I hadn't let him try it again, Eric could fly.

That had to count for something, right?

"Sookie?"

If nothing else, even if we never saw each other past this trip, we'd always know that without each other we wouldn't know about our little "gifts."

"Sookie!"

What about our dreams though? Would they continue? If I never saw him again, would I dream about India and laughing and saris ever again?

"SOOKIE!"

"Hmm?"

"Where the hell were you? You just drifted off someplace for a minute."

"Just thinking about stuff."

"Sookie…"

"Yeah?"

"Sookie, don't run away again." Oh boy. "That night we met, you ran away, and I understand. It was overwhelming and weird…"

"Really fucking weird."

"Okay, really fucking weird, but part of me is afraid that when we get back…"

"…Everything will crumble and we'll go back to just being normal people?"

"Yes, whatever the hell normal is anymore."

"Yeah, I'm scared too."

"Not you. You're too brave to be scared."

"Eric, listen. These two weeks have been amazing. I think I can say the most amazing of my life, but my head lives square on my shoulders and not in the clouds. Something amazing has happened to us, and it's joined us together here, but when we get back, you have glamour and gorgeous women to welcome you home. I'm no fool okay? We're different. We have different ideas about…"

"Wait! Just wait a minute here! Are you trying to tell me this was all just some island-induced illusion? Shit Sookie! I don't love you because you look good in a fucking bikini! You think we get back to New York and what? I'll never call you because there's some slut in a Marc Jacobs dress grinding next to me at one of the clubs? Jesus, this is amazing! It really it is. I finally realize what a shit life I've been leading and open myself up to someone and what does she do? She insults me and throws it back in my face?" Totally dejected, he turned away, walked out of the kitchen, and through the door.

Way to go Sookie.

Lord, that so wasn't the reaction I was expecting. I thought he would have… wait… Love? Did he say love? He loves me? Shit! Well I'm sure he doesn't after being insulted like he was some one night stand.

Head hung real low, I went outside to apologize. Eric was standing at the edge of the cliff looking off into the distance. The sun was setting. It was beautiful. Eric was awash in a pink glow that made my insides squirm. That amazing specimen of a man loved me and I was the fool who didn't give him enough credit. This was all just as real for him as it was for me and while I was scared and worried and being a fucking "realist," he was just going with it. He was letting his heart play the game this round and I should have been, too.

"Eric?" I said softly as I walked closer to the edge. He didn't look to me or move an inch. "Eric?" I tried again, a little louder this time. Nothing, I had to try something else. "You love me?" He turned his head. "Please say something."

"You don't have any faith in me do you? What will I have to do to prove myself?"

"You don't have to prove anything to me Eric. I'm the ass here. I shouldn't have said all that nonsense." Then he was quiet again. I really didn't want to, but I concentrated on his thoughts. Bastard! All in Danish. "Eric please! Please talk to me!"

"I don't know what to say."

"We've known each other for less than three weeks. How could you love me?" My heart was pounding in my chest at the thought that he loved me.

"The second I saw you, I loved you."

"You fell in love with a dream Eric, not me." He turned to face me and honestly, being at the edge of the cliff didn't help my nerves.

"If that's what you want to believe."

"Shit, Eric! I'm trying! Help me, okay?"

"Help you?"

"Yeah, help me… please," I begged. There was a long uncomfortable pause, not at all made any easier by his intense blue eyes, boring holes into my head. Then, he let it all out.

"I love that you make my coffee and toast exactly how I like it every morning since having seen it only once. I love that you consider sitting in the sun and tanning a horrible vice. I love the way your ass looks in that polka dot bikini. I love the way my names sounds leaving your lips. I love that you forbade me to jump off of anything so that I wouldn't hurt myself. I love that you were brave enough to leave everything you knew and brace the big bad world by yourself. I love that you kicked a man out of your apartment for forbidding you to pose nude. I love the way your head falls backward when I make you come. I love it when you say 'Gran.' I love that you call me Eric Northman when I annoy you. But most of all, I love that you jumped on a fucking plane after having met me only once because you knew you loved me, too!"

By the time Eric was done, I had tears coming down my face. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to say five hundred things, but nothing came out.

"Don't cry," he demanded. Don't cry? Seriously? The man just took my breath away, and he tells me not to cry?

"Don't tell me not to cry Eric Northman!" And before I knew it, his lips were on mine and all I could do was kiss back. I couldn't stop crying through the kiss. It was just impossible. I felt everything he had just said to me in that kiss. I felt it everywhere. It consumed me. I stood on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. I never wanted it to end. I felt so light. I couldn't hear a thing in his head. It's as if he flipped a switch, and it was dead silent in there. All I could hear was the ocean, and my own wildly beating heart.

Suddenly, "Sookie," he projected to me. "Hold on to me tight, love." I did. "Now stay perfectly still." And I did. "Do you trust me?" he said aloud.

"Yes," I said, because it was true.

"Do you love me?"

There was no sense in fighting it anymore. "Yes." The second the word was out of my mouth, Eric stepped off the cliff with me clinging on to him for dear life. We weren't falling. We weren't soaring either, we were… floating. I opened my eyes. We were a full two feet away from the edge of the cliff, just floating in mid-air. I should have been terrified, instead all I could feel was how damn proud I was.

"Eric, you did it!" my eyes started watering again.

"Don't cry." He demanded again.

"Eric Northman if you tell me not to cry one more time so help me God!" suddenly, we were upside down! I was looking at a rocky death below me. "ERIC!" I clung to him even tighter if possible. "Eric please!"

"Please what?"

"I'm sorry! Please! Earth! Now!" Two seconds later, we were right side up and feet planted firmly by the edge of the cliff.

(Eric POV)

Her knees gave out and she looked like she was about to faint. I picked her up and ran to the couch inside. Then I went to the kitchen and got her some water. Idiot. I didn't want her fainting; I just wanted her in the air with me. I didn't know what possessed me. All I knew is when she said she loved me, I felt different. Something inside me was telling me to go for it, we'd be safe, and we wouldn't fall. So she clung to me and I did it. It was extraordinary. We didn't fall, but I did manage to scare her into collapsing. Sookie was pale – which was saying a lot considering how tan she was.

She sat up slowly and took little sips.

"Sookie, I'm so sorry."

"Just don't do that again without prepping me ok?"

"Ok." She took some more sips. "Better?"

"Yeah… Eric?"

"Yes?"

"I can't believe you did that! Eric you… well you… you floated in mid-air!"

"I know," I said smiling at her. "You said you loved me and I felt something in my stomach. I just knew we wouldn't fall."

"I can't believe this. You can fly, I can hear people's thoughts… you think the Lochness Monster is real, too?"

"Definitely, and Elvis isn't dead either."

"Well hell, I could have told you that."

I burst out laughing. It was infectious, and soon enough, Sookie and I were both laughing so hard our stomachs hurt and tears were pooling. It felt wonderful. I had never felt more alive in my life. It was as if whatever I had been missing, whatever I had been looking for was just found, and now I was whole.

Looking for? Why did that sound so familiar? "Looking for?" I said aloud.

"Looking for? What are you looking for?" asked Sookie.

"It's nothing, its just…" Then it came back to me - that fateful day at the art school. Sookie was on the floor, and that woman in the purple dress looked right at me and asked "how long have you been looking for her?"

"Eric! If you're going to think that hard please do it in English so I know what the hell is going on!"

"Hmm? Oh! Sorry. I had almost forgotten but… Sookie do you remember that afternoon at the Art School at all?"

"Barely. Mostly I remember waking up at Niall's house with Tara and Amelia at my side."

"Amelia, that's her name."

"What about her?"

"When you were passed out at the school and J.B. ran to the other room to get Amelia's bag, she looked right at me and asked 'how long have you been looking for her?' I only just remember that. Sookie, I didn't realize that I had been looking for anyone, let alone you, until just a few seconds ago."

"I think we'd better pay Amelia a little visit when we get back."

"Yes, I think so too."

Our flight was for the following morning. We spent our last night at the house, enjoying the pool and each other. It had been an amazing few weeks. We were nervous about what would happen when we got back to real life. Could we tell people about our new found talents? Should we? We decided that we wouldn't say anything to anyone until we had spoken to Amelia. She knew something, and we needed to know exactly how much. Until then, all anyone needed to know was that love at first sight was real, and we were the proof.

That night, by the pool, I tried to fly. I was able to float again, but actually flying was a bit harder. I would move a few inches and then fall into the pool. It seemed the more I thought about it, the worst I was at it. Sookie tried distracting me a few times, hoping it would help, but blowing kisses, winking, and pulling off her bikini top, were horrible ideas resulting in me hitting my head on the trunk of a palm tree. Like Sookie, my 'gift' was going to take some practice. Where I would practice the gift was another issue altogether, but I'd worry about that another time.

After we packed, we went to bed. Neither of us slept that well. We woke up way too early and walked to the front porch to watch the sun rise. After coffee, one last dip in the pool, and showers, we packed up the car and drove to the airport. On the plane we smiled knowingly at each other. One day, we might not need planes, indeed one day I might be able to fly us to Fiji on a moment's notice! Sookie laughed having obviously dipped into my head during the Fiji comment.

"Fiji huh?"

"Smart-ass," I thought. Sookie stuck her tongue out at me. "Oh very mature Sookie."

"Bite me."

"Hmm… there's a tempting idea," I thought.

"Eric Northman don't you dare!"

"You know I love it when call me that," I said leaning into to her and nibbling her earlobe.

"Eric, I'm not joining the mile high club today, so either you calm yourself or find a horny Stewardess to help you out."

"Was that permission to shag a stewardess?"

"Grow up!"

"You love it."

"What? Your inner horny teenager?"

"Ya, you love it."

"Ladies and Gentleman, this is the Captain speaking…"

"Saved by the bell, Lover," I whispered into her ear during the captain's address. She shivered a little as I breathed into ear. I couldn't help teasing her. She was just so damn hot when she was annoyed with me. I leaned back into my chair, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. I had a dream, but it had nothing to do with India, or the past. It had everything to do with Sookie and the cute Stewardess in our first class cabin - Julie, said her nametag. She was tall, brunette with cute bobbed hair, and killer legs.

We got off the plane and saw her walking just ahead of us. Something propelled me to catch up with her. I might be in love, but that didn't I mean I was dead to the rest of the female population. I still had it, and by the time the three of us had piled into a cab, I had both women wrapped around my little finger. Thankfully, traffic was light, and we made it to my place in no time. I was fairly certain that my Southern Belle had never been in a threesome, let alone kissed a girl, but that was going to change. In the elevator, I leaned down to kiss a nervous looking Sookie, then I leaned over to kiss Julie with the killer legs.

I opened the apartment door, took both girls by the hand, and led them to the bed.

"Julie, help Sookie with her shirt." Sookie looked at me a little shocked, but I nodded and smiled, reassuring her. Sookie lifted her arms in the air, and very slowly Julie lifted off her shirt exposing Sookie's red polka dot bikini top she wore instead of a bra. She was gorgeous. I walked to the bed, sat behind Sookie, and untied the bikini top, leaving those perfect breasts bare. Without being asked, Julie bent over and placed kisses down Sookie's neck to her chest, until she reached her left breast. I wrapped my arms around Sookie's waist, and her head fell back, resting on my body. I looked down to see Julie sucking on one of Sookie's nipples and got instantly hard.

I reached up and began playing with her other breast. Sookie let out a moan that told me she was ready for more. "Julie, relieve Sookie of her panties." Julie unbuttoned Sookie's jeans and pulled them off. As soon as the panties were off, Julie went to the task of making Sookie ready for me. Just a finger at first, then another, and when I asked her to lick her, Julie's face disappeared between Sookie's legs. I needed a better view. I got up, walked to Julie, and pulled her hair away from her face. She shifted her head slightly, and I pulled Sookie's knee away to just enough to see Julie's tongue playing in Sookie's folds.

My dick was pressing up against my pants, begging to be freed, begging to be relieved. I gently pulled Julie away and told her to undress for me. I took off my clothes, made sure Sookie was wet, and plunged into her, hissing as I went. Sweet fucking relief! Sookie was just as needy, bucking up to meet my every thrust. When a naked and leggy Julie joined us on the bed, I nearly came.

"Get yourself ready for me. You're next," I said to Julie. She bent her knees, licked her finger, and started fingering herself. Her perky little breasts were begging to be palmed. Sookie began tightening around me. Her breath sped up. "Come for me Lover. Let me feel you come." Her breath hitched, her hips bucked up, and I could feel her let go, a flood of warm moisture covered my dick. I pulled out and eyed the lovely Julie, whimpering for me. I pulled her toward me by the ankles, spread her legs, and rammed into her, my still wet dick warmed again by Julie's waiting walls.

"Suck her tits for me Sookie." As I fucked Julie, I watched the woman I loved suck the cute little tits of our stewardess and I knew that…

"Eric," came a familiar voice.

… I knew that…

"ERIC!" said the voice louder.

….I knew that "…you have a choice when you fly, and we'd like to thank you for choosing American Airlines. We ask that you wait for the plane to stop moving before collecting your things, and have a pleasant day."

I opened my eyes. Sookie leaned over to me and kissed my cheek. "Wake up sleeping beauty we're home."

A/N:

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