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

"bror" means brother in danish.

Chapter 13 - Pam

(Eric POV)

We were in bed. We hadn't spoken much since we had left Amelia's. Overwhelmed and skeptical don't exactly make for thrilling conversation.

"Sookie," I started, "that baby… it was real. We had a child."

"Yes."

"Does that mean…" I wasn't sure I could finish the sentence.

"I know what you're thinking Eric, and I don't have the answer. I have no idea."

"But it's feasible, isn't it?"

"It's possible, yes."

"What do we do? Find a family we might already have?" It was a strange and heady idea, but one that intrigued me nonetheless.

"I don't know."

"What do you want to do?"

She was silent for a long time, then she rolled onto her side, facing me. "I want to live our life – our life as it is now, not then." She looked sad, and something else – scared? "Eric," her eyes started watering, "tell me you're scared."

"Why, love?"

"I need to hear it, because I'm terrified."

"Of what?"

"I don't know," she said, tears starting coming down her face. "I remember when I was a kid; I would wake up in the middle of the night calling for my Mama. I was spooked by a noise or a shadow, but she never came. I was always so confused when Gran showed up instead. I didn't get it; it was like I forgot that Mama wasn't there anymore. She was dead. She would never wipe my tears away again, and then that's what would make me cry. Gran would just hold and rock me until I fell asleep again. In the morning, I wouldn't remember anything." She stopped to catch her breath. "I didn't remember all those nights until after Gran had died – I never got the chance to thank her." She was crying steadily. "Eric?" she said, starting to sob.

"Yes?"

"Do you think…" she sounded like that scared little girl calling for her Mama, "do you think that Gran's gonna come back too? Do you think, just maybe, she finds me every lifetime like you do? Because," she could barely get the words out she was so upset, "all I want is her arms right now." It was heartbreaking. I would do anything in my power to make her happy, but there was nothing I could do for that pain. I got out of the bed, walked to her side, and picked her up.

Her arms went around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist, and her hot, wet cheek nestled into my neck. I walked her out of the bedroom, and through the living room, until we reached the large double windows overlooking the river. I opened them with one hand, and let the warm night breeze wash over us. I let her cry; there was nothing else I could do. I was envious also of her love for her family. Pam and I were raised by nannies and tutors. Besides Pam, there was no one I had in my life to cry over, that was until Sookie.

I stood there in the window, Sookie wrapped around me. After what could have been minutes or hours, she began to calm down. When I knew she could listen again, I told her what I would want to hear from her if I was as scared and sad as she was. "Sookie, I don't know where your Mother or Grandmother are. I can't tell you if they'll come back or not, but I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. We're going to figure this new life out together, and no matter how many times you cry or get snot all over my neck," she snickered at that, "I won't let you go through it alone. Understand?" She nodded into my shoulder.

"Love you, Eric," she said quietly.

"Oh Sookie, you don't know how much I love you." She unwrapped her legs, and I set her down.

"Feeling better?" She nodded at me. "Shower?" She nodded again. I followed her to the bathroom. Before she walked in, she turned to me, smiled, and said, "Thank you," before closing the door.

She didn't need to thank me. I never needed to hear 'thank you' from her lips.

(Sookie POV)

He held me until I stopped crying. He didn't speak a word until he knew I could pay attention. His patience was humbling. I was a mess that night. I was a kid crying for her mother, and he was there for me. He loved and comforted me. He was honest and sweet. He was so unlike what I thought he was at first. I thought he was conceited. Well, he was, but I was starting to realize I couldn't care less… it was sort of a turn on actually. He was also, or so his apartment seemed to confirm, commitment-phobic. But that was being proven wrong as well. He was the one who sought me out, he was the one who admitted his love first, he was the one who was slowly but surely moving me in, and he was the one who didn't shy away from my tears and embraced my fears instead of running. He was strong and handsome and patient and brave; and it was about time I admitted that to myself. No more doubts Sookie.

After my shower, I dried my hair and crawled back into bed. I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder and my leg across his stomach – the usual. But it felt so right, so comfortable, and safe. He'd never let any harm come to me. He'd never let me be in pain or suffer if he could help it. I felt that now. I drifted off to the sound of his breaths beneath me.

When I woke up, he wasn't in bed. Rubbing my face awake, I could hear voices coming from the other room. I took a second to dip into their heads, but they weren't speaking English. Slightly confused, I moved closer to the door and eavesdropped. Eric was talking to a woman in some odd combination of English and Danish… Danglish? Having just awoken, it took me another second to realize it had to be Pam, Eric's sister. I ran to the bathroom to make sure I didn't look a hot mess, and then made my way to the living room.

Eric was wearing a pair of jeans, no shirt and looking downright delicious. Pam was almost as tall as Eric, with the same blonde hair and blue eyes. She had the same wide shoulders and firm build as Eric, but she was feminine to a fault. She was wearing a navy blue pencil skirt with a satin sleeveless top that had a matching satin belt tied in a perfect bow around her waist. She had a pair of natural linen peep-toe shoes that made her the same height as her brother, and perfectly manicured toes and nails. Combined with the pearls around her neck, the linen clutch that matched the shoes, and the pair of Jackie-O sunglasses propped on her head, she could have been the first lady!

"Well at least she's got tits, Eric!" I was too stunned to speak. My jaw just about hit the floor. That's a fine welcome if I ever heard one!

"Pam," said Eric walking toward me, "this is Sookie." He ushered me toward Pam, "and Sookie, this is Pam." I held out my hand to her. She took it and gave me a firm handshake.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Pam."

"Oh, the accent is too cute. I can see why he's kept you all to himself for so long. You're delectable!" I didn't know whether to be flattered and blush, or punch her in the nose.

"I'd say thank you, but I don't take kindly to being spoken at."

"Touché, Sookie, touché."

"I'll make some coffee," muttered Eric as he excused himself to the kitchen.

"I decided to come over to make sure my dear brother was still alive."

"That's my fault entirely. I can't seem to go 12 hours without fucking him senseless, Pam," I said a little curtly – I wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic or rude to me and Eric… or both.

She stared me down for a good minute before a smile crept onto her perfectly pink lips, "I like this one. She's a keeper bror."

"I'm so glad she meets your approval, Pam," quipped Eric from the kitchen. I smiled at their banter. They were so very brother and sister - equally matched in every way. Eric returned with two mugs of coffee, handing one to each of us. We sat down on the couch and were joined by Eric, who had no choice but to sit on the floor. I made a mental note to get another chair for the living room. I took a sip of coffee when Pam said, "Eric tells me you have a pink teddy I simply must see." I damn near choked on my coffee, coughing as I tried to regain my composure.

I looked over to Eric, daggers coming out of my eyes. He just looked at me with a hand-caught-in-the-cookie-jar expression on his face. "Sorry. I'll make it up to you?" he projected to me, obviously not sure what to say. I hmph-ed and returned my attention to Pam again.

"I do, and there's no way in hell Pam."

"Fair enough," she said with a wicked grin on her face. "I came here to see if my dear brother would be coming back to work anytime soon. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. It makes my conquests considerably easier without Mr. tall blonde and studly lurking around, but we have bartenders to fire and hire, problems with one of our new distributors, and new real estate to check out."

Suddenly I felt a little guilty. He did have a life and a business to run; I had been a terrible distraction to all that. "Eric, you shouldn't have let me keep you away so long." He stood up and squeezed himself between Pam and I, put his arms around me, and kissed me on the forehead.

"It was my choice to be distracted, and I'd do it again in a heart beat, lover."

"That was sweet as sugar," I answered, kissing him.

"That," spat Pam rolling her eyes, "was disgusting. Take it to the bedroom children," she said as she stood up and made her way to the door. I couldn't help but laugh. She might be too forward and rash, but she was damn funny. "Eric, I'll see you tonight, and something tells me I'll be seeing you too Sookie," she said as she opened the front door. "And Sookie," she said turning to speak to me, "make sure to wear something that makes the groupies jealous," and with that she closed the door.

I turned to Eric: "Groupies?" I asked.

"She's exaggerating."

"I just bet she's not," I sassed.

"I have…" he stopped. "I had a reputation. Women would come to the clubs to try and meet me – that's all."

"Mhmm. Am I gonna have to get all country on these girls and fight them off my man?"

He cocked an eyebrow at me and smiled. "I think I like jealous Sookie. She's kinda sexy," he said, pulling me toward him. "I'm more worried about keeping the men of New York off of my woman."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Because you're going to wear that red satin corset tonight."

"Oh, I am, am I?"

"Yes, you are."

"Eric, that's not meant for outside the bedroom."

"With me it is," he growled into my ear, as he began nibbling at my earlobe. Shit, this man would be the end of me. His hand was already at the hem of my tank, pulling it up. I was going to protest, but who the hell was I kidding? I was going to wear the corset, I was going to let him take off my tank, and I was going to let him have his way me all morning long if he wanted, because lord knew that's what I wanted!

It was Saturday, but Eric thought it best to get to the club early and see if he could iron out the issues with the new distributor. He told me I'd be on the VIP list and to invite Tara and J.B. too. Great! I hadn't seen them in forever, and anyway, someone had to help me figure out what on earth you wear with a corset to a club.

When I called Tara, she squealed so loudly, Eric heard her through the phone. She said she'd meet me for lunch and then we'd go shopping. We would meet the men later. Eric left before I did, making me promise that I wouldn't leave J.B's side until we found each other at the club. He was serious about the men of New York. He didn't want anyone groping me but him. He was so cute. I promised, kissed him, and walked him to the door. I got dressed, threw on some gloss, and went to meet Tara; we had so much to talk about!

Eric and I had decided to keep hush-hush about our talents and the whole past lives thing for a while, but that didn't mean I had nothing to talk about. We sat at the café for hours! I told her about Puerto Rico, about Pam, I even told her about my breaking down and missing Gran, and how amazing Eric had been. I told her how much he loved my little (ok, not so little), lingerie collection, and how he requested that I wear my red corset that evening. Even Tara thought I would look hot.

After lunch, we shopped. We found a killer pair of jeans that hugged all the right places and a pair of red patent leather fuck me peep toe heels. If I was wearing the damned corset, I was gonna run with it! By the time we were done, it was almost 7. We grabbed some pizza and went back to Eric's to get ready. She was just as shocked as I had been about the apartment, and just as surprised at the closet.

After quick showers, we got ready. Tara put on this sexy little blue sequined dress that she found at a vintage store and tall black boots. I got into my corset (with her help of course), my jeans, and my new fuck-me heels. I put on an extra layer of mascara, some red lip gloss, a pair of gold hoops, and was ready to go. Before I left, though, I had a devilish idea and ran to the bathroom to take off my panties. I knew the girls, who were very much on parade, would do the job of turning him on, but when it came time for taking off clothes, I wanted him wide eyed and salivating for me.

We arrived at the club at 11. J.B. was waiting for us. He whistled when he saw us and made us spin for him. He held out an arm for each of us, and being flanked by the two hottest girls in the city, walked into the club as proud as a peacock. The first person I saw was Pam, standing by the bar, talking to one of the bartenders. I tapped her on the shoulder, and she whipped around, ready to rip someone's head off before she realized who it was.

"Well, shit," she said. "Hell, even I'm jealous! That's the way to show 'em."

"Thanks Pam. You look… different." She was wearing black stilettos, fishnets, and a short black leather dress – very un-first lady.

She laughed whole heartedly. "Well, I can't exactly wear my pink Chanel suit here now can I?" She had a point.

"Where's Eric?"

"Who knows, but the VIP section is on the second floor. I'm sure he'll find you – you can't be missed in that," she said, winking at me. I quickly introduced her to Tara and JB, and we made our way to the stairs on the other side of the club. I thought Eric was being overly protective when he told me to stick with JB, but he was right. Without JB there intimidating any guy who came near, I would have had too many unwelcome advances.

We made it up to the VIP section and sat in the 'reserved for Northman' section. Immediately, a cute waitress came by to take our drink order. As she placed the drinks on the table, we were informed it was all on the house. Sometimes sleeping with the boss was a good thing. With our first drinks drained, there was still no sign of Eric. I was about to text him when I heard his voice, clear as a bell over the music, along with the occasional mind that I was trying to block out. I was getting much better at blocking, but being in the club was testing my limitations.

"You look so fuckable, Sookie. I've been watching you, and all I want to do is get you out of those jeans and ram into you wearing nothing but that corset."

I looked around, trying to find him, but I couldn't.

"I'm guessing you heard me because I can see you looking around."

Ass, he was playing games with me.

"Are you wet for me yet?"

I was now. Well, two could play that game. I leaned into Tara and asked if she wanted to dance. She stood up, kissed JB, and we walked hand-in-hand down to the dance floor. We made our way to the middle and started moving. I love dancing, but dancing to make a man wild, well, that was even more fun. Tara knew J.B. was watching, and I knew that Eric was watching, wherever he was. So, we put on a little show. We ground against each other, leaned in and flaunted the goods, and gyrated to our little hearts content.

A few minutes in, I felt a hand grab onto my arm. "Couldn't take it anymore, huh?" I said smiling as I turned around. But the hand didn't belong to Eric. The hand belonged to a very drunk Alcide. SHIT!

"Sssssookie," he slurred.

"Alcide, I'm here with someone, ok?" I tried to pull my arm away, but he wasn't letting go.

"Just w-w-where the fffffffuck youuuuuuu been?" he spat out in a drunken tirade.

"Get the fuck off her, asshole," said Tara, trying to loosen his grip. I looked around hoping to see Eric and spotted J.B. making his way toward us. He was getting tangled in the mass of people at the foot of the stairs and couldn't get through though.

"Who youuuuu l-l-lookin' sssssso hhhhhot for, huh? Whose dick are yyyyou sssssucking nowwww?" he said as he pulled me to him. I could feel his hard-on rubbing against my leg. Tara ran toward the bar, trying to get someone's attention.

"You disgusting lowlife! Get the fuck off me!" I said, trying to worm away from him. And where the hell was Eric! Well fuck it! I wasn't waiting to be saved for one more second. I pulled my free arm back and slammed it into Alcide's nose. While he was reeling from shock, I kneed him in the groin, hard. He crumpled to the floor, not sure what to nurse first – his nose or his dick.

Besides showing me how to shoot a gun, the only thing my no good brother ever taught me was how to throw a punch. There was a crowd around me, and the women began clapping. Then, almost at the same time, both J.B. and Eric arrived on opposite sides of the circle. Eric looked to me, then to Alcide on the floor, and then back to me. Slowly, a wicked grin crept onto his face. A pair of bulky men, who must have been following Eric, picked up Alcide and took him away. Tara followed shortly and hugged me.

"You ok girl?"

"My hand hurts, but I feel pretty damn good actually," I said smiling.

"Thank you Jason!" we both said in unison, and then broke out into a fit of laughter – hugging and holding on to each other until tears came from our eyes.

Eric came over to me, "Ok Muhammad Ali, let's get you out of here before you hurt anymore paying customers." When we got to the VIP section, Eric took my hand. "Guys, I'm just gonna take Sookie to my office, make sure her hand is ok," and he led me through a set of double doors and down a hallway until we reached his office. He pulled me inside, pushed me on to the leather couch against the wall, and took off his shirt.

"I've never wanted you more than I do right now." This wasn't the reaction I was expecting; however, a horny, shirtless Eric was something I didn't have the power to resist. I started to unclasp my corset, but he stopped my hand. "Leave it on." Damn! He was getting me all kinds of worked up. He kneeled next to me on the floor, started kissing my cleavage, and put his left hand between my legs. He rubbed me through my jeans, the seam hitting directly on to my bundle of nerves.

"Ungh, Eric!" He pulled away from my chest, and kissed me. It was hard and deep and made my toes tingle. I had to get the jeans off. I kicked one shoe off, and then using the sofa arm, pried the other shoe off. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down. Eric stood up, went to his desk, and took a condom out of a drawer. I wiggled out of my jeans and kicked them away. Eric locked the door, stalked toward me, and kicked off his pants.

"You're not wearing underwear, Sookie."

"Oops!" I said innocently.

"Fuck," was all he said, breathing heavily.

Mission accomplished Sookie, I thought to myself. He took of his boxers and hovered over me. I could feel the tip of his dick at my entrance… tickling me, teasing me. He slipped on the condom, and in one forceful move, entered me. I moaned loudly at the sensation. With every pounding thrust, my tits bounced up toward my chin, making Eric growl louder and louder. He was wild, like some caged animal, and I wasn't going to last much longer. It was too intense to hold off the raging orgasm that started at my toes and ripped through me like an electric shock.

I screamed out his name and shook as I came. He held on my hips and pounded into me a few more times before he lost his breath, and yelled silently as he went over the edge.

When we could breathe and had finally started getting dressed, he said, "So I take it that was the flower man?"

"Yes sir." He shot me a look that dripped with sex.

"God, that sounded good coming out of your mouth."

"Yes sir?" I asked knowingly.

"Yes." He pulled me toward him and kissed me, licking my bottom lip as he pulled his head back.

"We'll never get out of here if you keep on like that."

"I could live with that."

"Eric…. Tara and J.B.?"

He sighed. "Ya ya, but I can't look at you in that corset with your tits begging for me too much longer before having you again." Oh, that did it; I was wet for him again.

"Shit."

"What?"

"Just don't talk like that for at least another hour."

"Why?"

"You're the only man who's ever made me wet just by talking to me."

"Are you telling me you're wet for me right now… again?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I answered breathlessly. He took my hand and brought it over to his crotch. Sure enough, I could feel him straining against his jeans for me.

"I think you're a little traumatized, Sookie. I think you need to go home."

"I think you're right." We walked out, made our excuses to Tara, J.B. and Pam, who had joined them (and gave us a knowing glare), and jumped in a cab.

We barely made it to the apartment before the corset was on the floor, and his lips were sucking at my breast. We spent the next 4 hours in numerous positions, finding out all the ways to make one another sweat and call out the other's name. When we finally collapsed, exhausted but satisfied, we fell asleep wrapped in each others sweaty arms. If that wasn't love, I didn't know what was.

A/N

So a little birdy (aka my lovely beta HopeStreet, who did wonders with this chapter by the way. Thank you so so much!) told me that there was a convo about Eric and his love of lingerie on the Sookieverse forum. First off, thanks! I can't believe my story is being chatted about, and second: let me know! If you love 'it', I'll put more of 'it' in, but I can't do that unless I know what you're liking and how much.

So, with that being said… the rev button has the hump-day-blues. The only thing that will make the rev button happy is, yup, you guessed it! reviews! Come on ya'll, let's get that review number to at least 350 – we can do it!